DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters. Get over it.

A lot of people complain about the cliff hangers that I've been leaving. Normally, I hate cliffies with a passion. Avoid them at all costs. But someone suggested I try it for one of my stories. See how it fairs.

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After coughing about in the soot from the fireplace in his cat carrier, Harry looked through the cage door at his new surroundings. His new, (gulp) home.

The fireplace was situated in the living room. The room was filled with furniture that mismatched like no other. Furniture that changed color from a puke green to a horrid pink every few seconds. The carpet was blue, and the walls were bright orange.

'Please no.' He pleaded silently to himself.

On the wall in front of him, was a framed edition of the Quibbler. Hung upside down. It was true. He'd been adopted by Luna Lovegood.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yes, people. I had Harry adopted by Loony Lovegood. Evil, aren't I?

I have yet to set any pairings for this story. Let alone if there will be any at all. I don't know if I will do a Harry/Luna pairing. While I have nothing against that pairing, I plan to keep Harry as a cat for a good long while longer. So any romance between the two would be rather impossible. And one-sided romance gets rather depressing. This fic is more humorous that anything else. So I will let you decide. Harry/Luna? Or not.

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Luna carried the case with her cat Mine into the kitchen. Humming a tune that had no rhythm, no beat, and no semblance of a tune what so ever. Until it got to a point where Harry was banging his head on the cage door.

She seemed to notice this and set the carrier on the kitchen table. "Want out, do you?" She asked as if she were generally curious about it. A good friend, but no common sense.

'No. I don't want out. I'm just beating my head on the cage door along with the TUNE!' Harry spoke as sarcastically as he could manage. He felt like sobbing.

"mreeeoooooooooooooow. . ."

"I'll take that as a yes." Luna swung the cage door open. Harry gave a 'mew' of joy. Thankful that at least he would be getting out of that cage and getting some decent room to stretch.

'escape, Escape, ESCAPE!' His mind yelled to him. Leaping out of the carrying case, he leapt off the table and ran for his life. Not even caring where he went. It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn't going anywhere. In fact he was running on air at the same level with the table.

"The clerk at the store told me you were a bit of an escape artist." She told him. Harry stopped running and dropped to the floor, landing on his feet. "So until you get used to your knew home, the collar is set to keep you near me until you are used to me and your new home."

Harry glared at her, but she ignored him and moved about the kitchen. Taking out a few bowls, she set some water and some cat food out on the floor for him. Too tired to argue right now, he took a drink of his water. Thankfully, it was cold.

Sniffing his cat food, he identified it as the same thing they had been feeding him at the pet shop. He let his head drop. 'Haven't you people ever heard of variety?'

He didn't see Luna get up to leave the kitchen as he looked into the water of his water dish. His reflection glared back at him. 'Where's Malfoy when you need him?' He didn't get a chance to dwell much on it as his collar suddenly tugged on him and dragged him back out of the kitchen against his will.

Pulled by an unseen force, he was yanked occasionally by the collar about five steps behind Luna. 'Near' Luna was an understatement. Tired of getting yanked about, he sighed and followed her obligingly.

If he weren't a cat, his face would have gone pale when he saw where she was heading. Trying his best to fight the collar, he dug his nails into the rug just as the door to the bathroom slammed shut.

Unfortunately, the collar is not aware of a doors or obstacles, and gave a final tug. Pulling him into the air as he rammed head first into the door with a good, sound, "THUD."

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Harry awoke with a headache, feeling very much like he had just been whacked with a book. 'Or a door.' He thought as memories resurfaced. For one fleeting moment, he wished he was back at the pet shop.

Noticing something soft under him, he saw a white pillow under him. Well, the bed was an improvement, at any rate. But it did little for his headache.

"Oops. Sorry about that Mine." An airy voice spoke to him from above. A voice that sounded more amused than actually sorry. He looked up to see Luna looking down at him. A small smile on her face.

"Before I left the Shop, the clerk set the collar to five feet in case you escaped from the carrier in the alley. I forgot to fix it when we got back. Suppose I should have done that first thing, huh?"

'Oops, she says.' He glared at her again. He seemed to be doing a lot of glaring recently. But hey, you try being forced to be a common house pet and see if you done get a little aggravated around everything around you. 'I hate you.'

She reached down and began to pet his back softly. 'Don't pet me now! I'm not done hating you!' A "purr" came from him before he could stop it. She knew just where to pet him. 'Remind me to hate you late. And maybe eat your shoe laces.'

She stopped petting him, and he looked up at her with question. "Don't worry about it anymore. I took off the collar and fixed it." She stated with a grin. Looking at him like he were supposed to be as thrilled as she was.

'You took the collar off?! And I was bloody UNCONSCIOUS?!' He gaped at her. Had he not been out cold thanks to the door, he might have had his chance to escape.

"Now the collar is set to the whole house. So you can go exploring. But you cant leave the house without me. So don't even try." She got up and walked away from where he was lying on his pillow.

Harry threw his head back into the pillow, exasperatedly. 'First, I kill Snape. Then, I'm to kill Skeeter. Then I'll kill Luna. No, Fudge, then Luna. And then, Justin Timberlake. Just because he's more famous than I am and he doesn't have to go through this shit.'

"Mine! Come here Mine!" Luna's voice called out from another room in the house. Harry flexed his paws, making his claws come out from hiding. He spotted her shoes that she had taken off near the fire place. He grinned fierily. 'Good bye, shoes.'