A/N: Thank you all very much for the reviews. I would like to say that I have no idea where I am going with this story, as of yet, and that I am much a newbie at writing humor, as I usually prefer drama, so I'm just trying to make each chapter as funny as possible for me. And I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3

Harry turned away from his crazed dogfather and smiled as he saw a tiny (though, he grudgingly admitted, taller than him) figure come out of the Rookery and head towards him.

He turned back to his dogfather and gasped as, in his place, a big bad wolf had appeared ready to eat him and…. wait, no, wrong fairy tale. It seemed Sirius had grown scared at the sight of Luna and had turned back into Padfoot, trembling all over.

Harry waved his hand in front of his face, scrunching his nose up, "Damn, Padfoot, you stink! Also, you look seriously underfed, and this coming from an underfed person myself, that's saying a lot."

Sirius seemed to glare at Harry – though really, with a mangy, underfed dog, it was kind of hard to tell what his eyes were saying. Harry clicked his fingers as a moment of brilliance hit him, "I know! I'll have Luna give ol' Padfoot a bath in the yard, with bubbles and lots of foam, it'll be great! And after that, we can paint your fur pink and braid it."

It seemed that was the last straw for Sirius as he turned back into his human form and tried to strangle Harry, though, with the little amount of strength he had, it didn't do much beside tickling his neck. As Luna reached them, Harry grew tired with Sirius' strangling attempts (really, what would his mother say if she saw this?) and pushed his hands away, incidentally pushing Sirius to the ground as he did so. He fell down with a loud, over-exaggerated "OOF!"

Luna came to a halt before Harry and the fallen dogfather, seemingly studying them with much intensity. Honestly, Harry thought she was most likely daydreaming about pudding and hadn't noticed them yet – or she was a seer and was having a vision – or, she had a crush on them and was trying to decide who to jump first. Really, this being Luna, it could be anything or nothing.

"Heya, loopy Luna (I like that better than loony, btw), how about giving me and my escaped, convicted, framed murderer dogfather a place to stay until we either declare his innocence or finish taking over the country?"

Sirius, who had gotten up by this point, simply stared at Harry as if he were crazy. Harry sighed; obviously Azkaban had done more damage than he thought if Sirius only now figured out that his dogson was completely and irrevocably insane, and loved being so.

Luna, on the other hand, smiled brightly, "Taking over the country sounds nice. Though I would aim for the entire world, I would really love to rule Iceland," she said. Harry was confused; why, of all places, Iceland? Also, he was a bit disgruntled (again), because, instead of her voice being high and pitchy (as Harry's was and how he thought hers would be), her voice was soft and almost sounded like little, gentle bells. It just wasn't fair!

"Hmm, we'll have to think about that later. Now, how's about that hiding two outlaws in your backyard?" He asked.

"Why the backyard, why not a comfortable room and bed? I have been in a tiny, dirty cell for the past 4 years, you know!" Sirius whined, sounding exactly like how Harry imagined a whining dog would sound if it could speak.

"I happen to like backyards, now shush, bad dog!" This time, Sirius whined as a reflex to the 'bad dog' retort Harry had made, then pouted when he realized what he'd done. Harry ignored his insane dogfather (really, Harry himself might be insane, but at least he, unlike Sirius, was a healthy insane) and turned back to his loopy Luna.

"Oh, I'm sure daddy would love some company. He's in the backyard himself, currently, trying to plant Fro-Fro plants," She said, then started to walk toward the house, but Harry halted her.

"Hey, Luna, wait up. So, I know why I'm talking like I'm years older than I am, but how the freaking hell are you talking like an adult? Did you come back in time too?" He asked; he (and, unknowingly, Sirius as well) had been wondering about that since she came out of the house.

"Oh, no, Harry Potter, I have never returned in time in this lifetime. I'm simply very special, and apparently insane kids have incredibly high IQ's," she said.

"Hmm, explains Hermione," Harry mused and happily followed Luna to the house, Sirius trailing behind reluctantly.

Poor Sirius, at this point, was wondering if perhaps Azkaban hadn't been a safer option. He honestly feared for his health being stuck with these two insane kids. And, coming from a resident of Azkaban, that was saying much. Also, it made Sirius realize just how insane he must have become if he was actually wishing to still be in that hell hole he was freed from. No, this had to be better, it just had to. At least Luna seemed nice, if not totally insane. She and Harry would get along just fine.