The three boys rushed down the stairs in hope that they would be quick enough to stop Padfoot before he got all the way down. Unknown to them, Padfoot had run down the stairs to avoid just that; being caught. It was the idea of the cookie that made him continue out of the common room and down to the Great Hall. He really wanted something. But he couldn't quite figure out just what it was. Maybe some catnip or a mouse or maybe canned cat food.

So, the "cat" pranced right into the Great Hall and yowled as loud as he could. The professors at the front table looked up as did the few students who had gotten tired of the loud rooms they tried to study in. A few of them laughed but they were glared at by their friends for encouraging Padfoot's behavior.

Professor McGonagall tilted her head and looked curiously at the student.

"Sirius Black… What on this earth do you think you're doing?"

His response? "MEOOOWW!"

She looked taken aback and pushed her chair back and strode forward. "So… You're a cat? I am too." She crouched down and her figure assumed that of a cat. She walked until she was standing a few inches in front of him.

"Meoow…" he said, staring at the female cat in front of him. He purred and rubbed against her head. McGonagall leaped back and hissed. Padfoot only moved closer and purred again. He waggled his eye brows and smiled. The professor turned and ran out of the Great Hall, all the students and a few professors laughing like mad. Padfoot, of course, followed. He tumbled and tripped quite a few times but he kept up with the older woman.

She ran down the stairs to the kitchen. It was quite a feat to get in as a cat but she managed to change back to human form. The door was open just long enough for Padfoot to shove his head in. He pulled the rest of himself through as the professor tried to shut the door. As his last leg came through, she let go of the door and ran further into the kitchen.

Padfoot's nose stopped him from chasing after the woman. Humans don't have the best sense of smell but Padfoot's sense of smell specialized in cookies and any other kind of sugar. He stopped right under a plate of cookies and sat up on his knees. He purred loud and licked his lips.


Remus stopped his two friends at the bottom of the stairs. He sent James to the right, the Great Hall, Peter forward, to the Entrance Hall, and himself to the left, the kitchen.

James stopped at the loud room with curiosity. Normally this room was quite with overly eager--or very stupid--students who wanted to study on the weekend. He looked into the room and cocked his head. They were all laughing at something. He approached the nearest student.

"What's going on here," he demanded. The student only pointed out the door to the left and laughed harder. James groaned and walked up to a professor. He asked the same question.

"It's that moron friend of yours, Sirius Black. He came prancing in here and chased Professor McGonagall off." James snorted and laughed, picturing his friend rubbing up on their Head of House. He walked out and waited at the stairs. Remus could handle it himself.

Peter looked around the empty Entrance Hall and sat down on the floor. He knew Remus had given him a place where Sirius wouldn't be. He sat down on the floor and looked up at the ceiling. He was useless. 'Maybe I'll just follow Moony to the kitchen…' he thought. So, he stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Remus looked at the open fruit portrait and walked in cautiously. No telling what Padfoot had done in there. He looked around. No one was there. 'Oh, wait, there's Professor McGonagall.'

He smiled, "Have you seen Sirius?" He received a stern glare and the professor pointed to a boy hunched over in the corner. She walked past him, out the door, still fuming.

"Padfoot, what are you--" he asked, walking over and kneeling down. Padfoot flung himself around hissed wildly at his friend. "WOAH!" Remus fell backwards and scooted back a few feet. Sirius went back to how he had been. Remus looked closer. It was a plate of cookies…

Peter chose that time to walk in.

"Moony, Padfoot, what's going on." He stepped closer to Sirius… Closer than Sirius wanted. The boy sprang around and knocked Peter over. He stood over him, snarling.

Remus took his chance and slipped his belt off and wrapped it around Sirius' neck. He yanked backwards and the boy landed on his back, his arms and legs curled up like a dog.

"Sirius! You git!" He tied the belt to a table leg and glared at the boy. Sirius tried to purr but he failed miserably.

Peter sat up and looked at Remus. "What if we just hypnotize him to be himself?"

"That might work. Give me your watch," Remus replied. The smaller boy gave up his watch. "Now Padfoot, follow the watch. See how shiny it is? I bet you're getting tired, aren't you? So tired…" Sirius only blinked at his friend and yowled. "James has to do it. Where is he?"


James leaned back on the stairs and looked around. It was nice and quiet. But, there was a noise off to his left. He sat up and looked. It was Remus and Peter dragging Sirius with a leash.

"Where'd you get the leash, Moony?" he asked, playing.

"It's not a leash. It's my belt. Come grab him so I can use my belt… My pants are starting to fall down." James laughed and came forward to get the cat-boy. He grabbed Sirius' shirt and pulled him back when he tried to run away.

"So what are we going to do?" James ased.

"WE aren't doing anything. YOU are going to rehypnotize him. You have to hypnotize him to be himself," Remus answered. He took his belt from the boy's neck and readjusted his pants before fixing them with the belt again. "Since I wasn't there when you first hypnotized him, I can't be here this time. I'm going to wait at the top of the stairs while you and Peter hypnotize him again." He did as he said and walked up the stairs.

"When mother's away, the kids shall play," whispered James. He grinned at Padfoot. "Ready, mate? Wormtail, watch." The other boy had just finished putting the watch back on and he wasn't happy to take it off again. It was a tricky sucker to get on. But, he took it off and handed it to James.

James slowly began to move it in front of Sirius' face. "You're getting very sleepy… Pay attention to the watch. Keep watching it." Sirius closed his eyes and fell back on his side. "Now, listen to me. You are no longer a cat. You've had your cookie. You are a human. When I snap my fingers you will wake up. Do you understand?"

"Mhhh hmmmm."

James sat back and snapped his fingers. Sirius' eyes flickered open and he looked around.

"Dónde estoy Yo? POR QUÉ ESTOY YO PARLANTE Español?! PRONGS!! Qué hacía usted hacer reunirse?!" (("Where am I? WHY AM I SPEAKING SPANISH?! PRONGS!! What did you do to me!?")) He continued ranting and pacing around the Great Hall.

"Prongs? Did you forget to tell him he can speak English now?" Peter asked slowly, watching his friend walking around the room, randomly throwing his arms up and yelling what he assumed was cursing.

"Maybe Moony won't notice…" James suggested with a hopeful shrug.