Disclaimer: Unless Harry has a 'thing' for 5 year old girls, I do not own Harry Potter.
(AN) I was able get my laptop back for the night so I started chapter 30! Wow, 30 chapters already! Hahaha! This is gonna be a looooong fic.
Harry Potter and Some Really Bad Luck
"Y-yeah," Harry panted, feeling the beginning of his moon-sickness starting to just barely come in already. "What are you three doing in here so late," Harry asked the three humans in the room.
"I told you we had a surprise for you! We never got a chance to show you before so we gotta show you now!" Ron said, but then Hermione cut in, "What were you dreaming about Harry?"
"Um, it was nothing, just a little nightmare really..." Harry said uncertainly.
Hermione gave him a dirty look and Sirius finally got fed up of being ignored.
He sneaked away and once he was far enough away he made a mad dash for the bed and did a flying leap into Harry's unsuspecting lap.
"OOF!" Harry's breath whooshed out as the dog flattened him, surprising the others who had forgotten about him.
"Sirius, if it weren't for the fact that a feel like Hell right now I would literally rip your miserable head off for that," Harry growled at the dog who had managed to laugh. As a dog.
Harry glared and then asked, "So what's the surprise?"
They all glanced at each other and Ginny shoved an angry Sirius off the bed. When he landed on the floor he jumped to his feet and turned to growl at Ginny.
But Ginny wasn't there.
In her place, sitting on the bed, was a gorgeous leopard.
Harry just gazed at the cat in wonder. "You guys figured it out?" he whispered.
"Yup," said Hermione, "It didn't take us very long, as Sirius was in on it, sending us instructions."
"Why didn't Sirius tell me that he was helping you?" Harry asked, scratching Ginny under the chin absentmindedly.
"How are we supposed to know? Do we look like marauders?" Ron asked.
Ginny then shifted and jumped off the bed.
"Well, three animagi, a werewolf, it does sound pretty familiar...Hey Ron! What are you! A toad?" Harry got an evil grin on his face. "We'll call you TREVOR!"
"Wha- I am not a TOAD!" huffed Ron.
"Then show him what you are Ron!" Ginny snickered.
"I-what-NO!" Ron squeaked.
"HA! So you ARE a toad!" Harry smirked.
"No I'm not!" and with a glare he shifted.
His form was pretty, but not very impressive.
"Aww! You're a ferret Ron!" Harry choked, trying to stifle his laughter.
Ron changed back in a hurry, "I'm not a FERRET! I'm a yellow throated marten!"
"A weasel all the same," Harry chuckled.
"Harry, if you laugh at me I swear I'll-"
"SHUT IT," Hermione hissed. "It's my turn."
She then shifted into an arctic fox.
"Hermione you're so pretty! Much prettier that Ron." Harry cooed over Hermione's beautiful form.
Ron humphed while Ginny looked jealous.
"And what about me? Aren't I pretty?" She glared.
"You're very pretty, Gin." Harry smiled rolling his eyes.
She looked very pleased with herself then.
Sirius on the other hand, was once again forgotten.
So, lying low to the ground, he shifted to his human form.
He then violently popped up, saying, "What are your nicknames all gonna be then, mini-marauders?"
All four kids visibly jumped. They had completely forgotten Snuffles...again.
Harry frowned, "I honestly have no idea." He looked at the others for any suggestions but they all just shrugged their shoulders. Harry sighed, "Well, as Hermione is an arctic fox maybe her nickname could be...Blizzard?"
"You want to call me Blizzard? Something that causes snow days at muggle schools? Hmph, I don't think so," Hermione glared, crossing her arms.
Harry rolled hiss eyes and asked, "Do YOU have any suggestions?"
"I do actually. How about Aurora for the northern lights in the Arctic?" she said.
"Actually that sounds pretty neat," Ron piped up.
"It sounds nice," Ginny said.
"Why not Fluff or, K-9, or Tails?" Sirius frowned.
"Because Aurora is much more sophisticated than Fluff. Besides, it's to close to Fluff-y. I don't intend to be named after a three headed dog," she said, miffed that Sirius even suggest Fluff.
"Well, Aurora it is then," said Harry and he began pondering the others' nicknames.
Harry started throwing around Ron's nickname possibilities. "Well for Ron there's Weasel, Ferret, Mouse, Mice, Meese-"
"You do realize he's not a rodent right Harry?" Ginny said raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I don't want to be called Meese!" Ron said defiantly.
"Actually, that particular nickname is rather adorable...Meese," Harry said smirking at Ron.
Ron spluttered, I-But-I-Noooo!"
"Everyone in favor of Meese raise their hand," Harry declared, his hand shooting into the air. The others looked at him strangely for a moment, but then shrugged and all of them but Ron raised their hands.
"Noooo!" Ron wailed while the others snickered at his misfortune.
"So Meese, you have any thoughts on your sister's nickname?" Sirius questioned.
"Um, well..." Ron scratched his head and shrugged, "Pickles?"
Everyone stared at Ron blankly.
"You want to call me Pickles?" Ginny scoffed.
"I'm hungry..." Ron mumbled.
Everyone in the room laughed and rolled their eyes.
"What about Camouflage since you blend in very well?" Harry shot.
Ginny pondered this for a moment and said, "What about shortening that to 'Cam?"
"Hey, I like that!" Harry beamed.
"So Ha rry, what's going to be your nickname?" Sirius asked with an evil glint in his eye.
Harry groaned. "You're gonna suggest something horrible, I know it."
"Maybe-"
"No! I don't want to hear your suggestion." Harry said, covering his ears.
'What color are you in your form?' Ginny said in his mind.
'Um, black,' Harry replied.
'Well then how about shadow?' she thought.
'Hey, I like that!' Harry thought back enthusiastically.
"What do you guys think of shadow?" Harry said to the others.
"Ooh! I like that!" said Hermione.
"Why do you guys get the good names?" Ron grumbled, staring knives at his feet.
"Because were are not mice Ron," Ginny said rolling her eyes.
"I'M NOT A MOUSE!" Ron thundered.
Then they heard movement coming from Madam Pomfrey's room and a shout of, "What on earth is going on!"
"Oh, now you've done it Ron!" Hermione hissed.
"RUN LITTLE MARAUDERS RUN!" Sirius yelled grinning as Madam Pomfrey stampeded into the Wing. As the three ran for their lives Harry pretended to be asleep and Sirius jumped on his bed in dog form.
Madam Pomfrey ran after Ron and they girls, leaving Harry and Snuffled to snicker over the encounter.
"G'night Snuffles," Harry said going back to sleep.
Sirius licked Harry's hand as he drifted off for the first time in months with a smile on his face.
(AN) I know the characters are a bit OC (a lot OC) in this chapter but I couldn't think of another way to write it. Even though people are dieing and he's havin' nightmares there has to be a little happiness right? He couldn't be all depressed in this happy chapter!
