Author's Note of DOOM, Take 1: Un-betaed, random, spur of the moment fiction of my own design. My friend sent me a list of 20 Things Sirius Black Would Never Do, and I saw this one and said, "I know EXACTLY what to write."

Giggle of the day: I told my Reading/Language Arts teacher how many pages I can typed in a day (about 30 if I'm loaded with ideas) and he about had a heart attack. Then I told him my Words / (per) Minute ((W/(per)M, its 60 or so)). He almost had another heart attack. This was brought on by the fact I had written a page-and-a-half long essay for a story we were reading in less than 10 minutes. My hand hurt afterwards!

I should shut up now. Enjoy the story!

Cats and Dogs

Sunday's at Number 12, Grimmuald Place were about the same everyday. Get up, eat breakfast, clean the house some more, eat lunch, clean the house, eat dinner, clean the house even more, then go to sleep. This kind of routine made Sirius Black, very, VERY bored.

So one day, he decided to play a prank. But this wasn't any prank; this was a prank so epic, so GARGANTUAN, that even James himself couldn't, no, WOULDN'T try it. Ever. In a million years. That's how huge it was.

So Sirius crept down the hall of his house, carefully treading on the squeaky floor to a dark corner. He silently shifted into his giant, shaggy black dog form and then silently crept up on a cat sitting in hall.

A tabby cat.

With square spectacle markings.

Sirius sidled up behind said tabby cat and barked loudly. "WOOF!"

McGonagall skyrocketed; jumping high enough to check the dusty crystal chandeliers for what had sent her into a premature orbit. When she finally did return back to earth, landing with all the grace of the cat she was, she was bristling with anger.

"Merrooww!" she screeched, morphing back into human form while she yelled. "Sirius Black! When I get my hands on you-!"

Sirius morphed as well and gave McGonagall and gave her dog-like grin. "Boo. Catch me if you can!" Then he morphed and ran away, McGonagall in hot pursuit.

THE END

Author's Note of DOOM, Take 2: Drabble-ish, short, oneshot. I have WAY to much free time! Poor McGonagall; and I feel for Sirius when she catches him! Poor Siri!

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