Happy

MissLinuxthePenguin

Summary: AUish OOTP Sirius Black finds 'Moody Harry' absent from the breakfeast table, and in his place 'Scarily Cheery Harry' is sitting there. And Padfoot is determined to find out why his favorite Godson has gone all... cheery. Future HPGW

Slumping into the nearest chair, Sirius Black stared at the bowl of porridge sitting in front of him. Personally, he thought the porridge was rather disgraceful in its extreme dull grayness - which only worsened his rather disgracefully dull mood.

Grimacing, he turned to look at his godson - expecting to be greeted by 'Moody Harry', as Moony dubbed him last week.

And, as horrid as it sounds, Sirius was... annoyed to find that 'Moody Harry' was indeed absent from the breakfeast table and 'Scarily Cheery Harry' had taken his place. Who just happened to be Happily and Cheerily eating his serving of porridge.

Turning back to his porridge Sirius scowled. This, indeed, was not a good day for all that was dull and gray.

He poked the porridge, causing the slush to move unnaturally. How did this qualify as Molly Weasley cooking? It couldn't be. He wouldn't believe it. She would never try to pass this rancid, gray goop off as porridge.

But if Molly Weasley hadn't cooke-

"Wotcher Sirius."

Tonks. He gulped, meanwhile thanking Merlin that he had the common sense not to try eating the .. goop. He glanced at 'Scarily Cheery Harry' who, by the looks of it, was experiencing the side effects of ingesting too much Tonks-Prepared-Porridge-Imitation-goop. He was smiling, like the world was about to end.

"Wotcher Harry."

"Morning Tonks." Sirius' brain was hurting, this was just too mind numbing Harry was just too .. cheery. Then suddenly the wheels finally turned in ol' Padfoot's brain-

It couldn't be...

He looked back at Harry. And sure enough...

"As much as I love to say and eat... um... I forgot to feed Buckbeak. You know how grumpy he gets. When... I forget to ... feed him." With that, he darted out of the kitchen and raced up the stairs.

"Didn't he just feed Buc-"

"Yes, Harry, Sirius isn't one for ... the fine art of subtly "

"MOONY." Sirius had gone from disgracefully dull to paranoia in less than ten minutes, it was an all time record for him and his phobias.

Unfortunately for Sirius, he was a slow learner when it came to social do's and don'ts, and still hadn't realized that it was both socially inappropriate and just plain stupid to wake a sleeping werewolf.

Aforementioned werewolf tried to smoother himself with a pillow, desperately trying to drown out the "WAKE UP MOONY"s and the "ITS AN EMERGENCY"s. In the end it was, "HARRY'S DYING" that drove him to throw the pillow at Sirius.

"You Wanker. I was SLEEEPING. You know? Its what NORMAL people do." I told you it was just plain stupid to wake a sleeping werewolf, afterall they're rather grumpy in the mornings and in general are not morning people.

"Fine. Don't listen to what I have to say." Sirius proceeded to walk towards the door, pausing to give Remus and chance to say something.

"Merlin, you prat, what did you wake me up for."

"Harry.." Sirius reverted back to his paranoid self. "He's got that .. HAPPY LOOK."

Remus looked up, "You mean James' happ-"

"Yes. James' happy look."

And then there were two paranoid ex-Mauraders.

Remus, being the sensible one finally stopped panicking long enough to ask "So what are we going to do about it?"

Sirius shrugged, "I dunno. You Moony are the idea guy and I am the go to guy."

"Tonks.." Harry was, in the least bit, worried. His father's two best friends had been acting rather strange all morning, and it was beginning to creep him out. Just a bit. "Do they... act like this all the time?" Of course, Harry wouldn't have known. After all, he was at school the whole time and not forced to deal with the two's antics.Tonks, on the other hand, had been stuck playiny Babysitter.

"Nope, today is one of their better days. Which is saying something, since they haven't taken their medication yet." Smirking, Tonks went back to reading her book. Young minds were so easily manipulated.

And so, Harry became even more scared of his ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and his Godfather.

"You're sure he's James-Happy?" Remus was worried. This was not good, not good at all.

"Positive. Its ... its.. HORRIFYING." Sirius cringed, glancing around the corner to make sure Harry and Tonks were still in the parlor area.

"Which year?"

"Third Year James-Happy"

It was Remus' turn to panic. "WHAT? OH SHIT. We're in deeper ..."

"Yes, we are so .."

"Dead? Screwed? Etc?"

"All Three."

"Tonks?" Tonks looked up from the book, looking at the lanky teenager sitting next to her.

"Huh?"

"When are the Weasley's coming over?"

"They should be here anytime, why?"

"Oh. No reason." Tonks smirked, noticing the faint hints of red that graced the young adult's cheeks.

"You're positive he was Third Year James-Happy?"

"REMUS I SAID I WAS POSITIVE."

The sound of someone tumbling out of the fireplace, distracted the two enough to forget their troubles and rush into the parlor room.

"Hi Harry." Ginny stumbled out of the fireplace, and gracefully fell into Harry's arms.

Turning a bright red that could rival Ginny's hair, he stumbled over words "Er.. Hello Ginny."

"I told you he was third year happy."

A/N: MUWHAHAHAHA.

don't you get it?

Cuz, apparently, James realized he was obsessed with a miss Lily Evans in third year.

HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE.