(A/N: Alright this story may seem a little corny, after all, it was cooked up off the top of my head as a kind of random brain fart, but I gave it a little thought and now I've added another crossover story to my rather pitiful collection. (Well, now that I think of them some really aren't that bad…..) So with out further ado, I give you my Harry Potter/ Cat woman crossover… fusion… slashthingie…

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything in this story or outside it for that matter, Both Harry Potter and Cat Woman belong to their respective creators.

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Midnight's kitten

Prelude: Cry of the cat.

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If there had been an obituary for the night I died, it would have told of the unremarkable life of a forgotten, unremarkable man…..

But there was no obituary.

Because the night that I died was also the night that I truly began to live.….

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"EVANS!"

CRASH

The blonde sales assistant of Flourish and Blots bookstore known as James Evans winced as the stack of books he'd been holding when the manger of the store had shrieked at him fell to the floor at his feat. The strict witch rounded a corner and took in the sight, all the while going red in the face.

"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE GONE AND DONE NOW!" she thundered at James who quickly scrambled to pick them all up. "JAMES EVANS YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS STORE UNTIL EVERY ONE OF THESE BOOKS IS ON THE RIGHT SHELF! EVERY SINGLE ONE!" She glared down at him as James nodded meekly on the floor and quickly began to work once she'd left his general area. James was used to this kind of treatment. To anyone else it would seem barbaric, but to James… he'd lived with it for most of his life. You see James wasn't his real name. The persona of James Evans was a non-existent mask that hid one Harry James Potter from the rest of the world.

Harry had been long since forgotten by the world that had once idolized him as their golden boy. OH he had defeated Voldemort and the age of seventeen, yes, no one would forget that, but Harry himself had just passed into history and… forgotten. It hadn't helped him though; nothing could help him from the wounds inflicted by that war. Nearly everyone he'd loved, nearly everyone who had given a damn about him had died at the hands of his own nemesis and not just in the final battle. Sirius, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Snape and even Dumbledore… even if he'd ended up hating the old man for what he'd done to him. They'd all died for him and that had hurt him more than any curse could have. He still carried the scars on his wrists and on his heart. Depression had set in long ago, making him an empty shell.

But the biggest blow to him so far had been the actions of his friends. During the war the minister, Cornelius Fudge had died and Arthur Weasley had taken his place, with him his family had risen in social status and would no longer acknowledge him. Ron and Hermione had thrown him away like a used puppet, broken by its owner and tossed in to the trash like the rest of the rubbish. That had been when he'd tried to kill himself. Just one more point toward why he should end it, but even then he'd failed himself. He couldn't go through with it, even on his darkest days, all he could do was scratch his wrists with a blade, but never make the cut. So now, he merely existed. Working to keep his nightmares at bay and simply to forget his torment when he feared to sleep.

The store had been closed for the night hours ago when James finally finished the job he'd been given by the manger. Nearby, a grandfather clock that had been there since the store had been built struck eleven and James felt exhaustion creeping into his mind. Rubbing his eyes and yawning he left his seat on the floor of one of the rows and dragged himself toward the door, locking it behind him as he began to walk toward the Leaky Caldron. His thoughts had been drifting sluggishly when the sound of someone stepping out on to the cobblestones sounded behind him, to tired to care James continued onward toward his destination, then, out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash. He turned around to face the group of orange robed men behind him but could do nothing as a voice called out a spell and the next thing he knew he was hit by the never ending pain of a curse he hadn't felt since the war.

He screamed.

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The shadowy alcove that branched off Knockturn Alley was a known dumping ground for people who'd been killed. When the Auror's occasionally dared to check this place they'd find bodies nearly every time, from children to old men, the damp walls of this little alley had seen every atrocity possible. But that night, when it's newest and only resident at the time had been thrown in, it saw something that only ever happened once in a lifetime. Still in his guise of James Evans Harry Potter stared up at the clouds of the sky with a blank expression. His eyes open and eternally locked on a face only he could see, his eyes, still green even through his glamour, where dull and lifeless as he continued to stare up at the sky.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the world his death had signaled something. Cats from all over London suddenly began to gather, even to animals in the stores along Diagon Alley broke loose of their cages. They sat in every available space they could find. Looking down from walls and rooftops to watch as a gray cat, with dark gray, nearly black tiger stripes approached his body. Ignoring the blood that was pooling sluggishly around him from open wounds as his body cooled the lordly cat stepped up onto his chest and looked into his face. Opening her mouth she leaned close, looking into his eyes as she yowled. It was a call taken up by the cats around her as Harry jerked. His hair and skin turning back to normal as his magic wore off. The cat closed her mouth and tipped her head to one side as she watched his eyes. Nothing happened.

YOOOOWWWWWLLLLLLLLLL!!!

The cat repeated her call, but this time it was louder. It reverberated along the walls of the alley, saturating the young man under her with power as his eye twitched and dilated. His pupils narrowing to the slit ones of a cat as his heart restarted with a violent jolt. Satisfied with her work and Harry slowly began to return to consciousness the Egyptian Mau known as Midnight turned around and lightly jumped off the now healed body to the ground. Sitting at the end of the alley she waited for her kitten to sit up and see her before she followed the lead of her fellow felines and vanished in the blink of an eye.

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(A/N: So what do you think so far? Any good? Should I continue the story or do you think it's a dud? If there's something wrong with it don't hesitate to tell me, I'm always looking for ways to improve my writing.)

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Cya