Disclaimer: I do not own either.
Warnings: Very mild language, AU

A/N: Another five minute one-shot I wrote about what happens after Bad Padfoot! This may turn into a mini series.

Word Count: 331
Posted: 24 July 2009
Status: Complete

Sitting next to the two teenagers in the helicopter, he kept a tight grip on the harness his godfather wore. It was clipped to a short strap connected to the floo, keeping the Grim like dog from taking an unwanted trip out of the helicopter.

Even with the headset he was wearing, Harry barely caught what the other teen, Sam if he remembered correctly, started to say.

"So..."

"What'd they get you for?" Looking across at the blonde woman, Harry caught the stunned expression she wore at Sam's response.

"Uhm, I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot. Who knew?"

Snorting, Harry gave an amused smile as he spoke to the two stunned adults across from him, his voice entirely bemused.

"If you think that's bad, you'll love this. I go looking for my dog, only to find Padfoot using the foot of an alien robot as a tree. Apparently it's illegal or something to own a dog that takes a piss on alien robots."

Taking in the stupefied expressions, Harry couldn't help but snicker. Sam's situation was bizarre, sure, but Harry's really did take the cake. Maybe he wouldn't have Padfoot neutered after all. He had accepted long ago that he wouldn't have a normal life. Even when he no longer had a psychotic Dark Lord after him.

No, he wouldn't have a normal life, but thanks to his dogfather he would have an interesting life. Still feeling amused, Harry ran a hand over Padfoot's head. He wouldn't be neutering his dogfather, but Padfoot would be paying a visit to the vet. Maybe after having a standard check up, Sirius would think twice about marking is territory on alien beings.

As the helicopter landed and they were ushered into another black SUV, Harry gave a soft sigh. Wishful thinking on his part, but Harry couldn't care less. He had found his godfather and could look forward to living a life past his eighteenth birthday.

Life was good.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading.