You wouldn't think that a cat could remember things such as events and faces from the past, but you'd be surprised at how much they actually do.
Skitty could remember his first owners vividly. He missed the beautiful red-headed woman who would brush out his fur every night, and he missed the dark haired man who would scratch him in the right spots. Merlin, he even missed the little child who would pull on his tail; Skitty was always guaranteed table scraps when the child ate, because a lot of it usually ended up on the floor. Skitty had a great life with them, and their many friends who would come over and give him attention; all but the mousy looking fellow, Skitty did not like him at all.
Everything changed one night, when Skitty decided to sleep in an old cottage down the road, instead of waking his owners up by howling at the door. Afterall, it was his fault that he was out late, he was looking for new spots to hunt. Skitty was fed very well by his owners, but he loved hunting. Skitty returned the next morning to an empty, destroyed house. Where were his owners, and why didn't they take him with them?
Skitty traveled the lands around his old home, and in his travels, he discovered what had happened to his family. People blamed the friend with dark, unkempt hair, but Skitty knew better. That man was always nice. It was the mouse man that had betrayed his family, and Skitty vowed to find him. He didn't know that it would be nearly 12 years later until he fulfilled that vow.
Skitty had been living in Diagon Alley for quite a few years now. He watched as animal after animal was adopted by eager looking children and their parents. It was mainly owls, but a few cats had been adopted, as well as one toad. Skitty got a few looks, but most people passed him by. Maybe it was because of his age? He was getting on in years, but still young by some standards. Mostly it was because of his attitude; He would hiss, snarl, and scratch people if they got too close to him. He really wasn't a mean cat, he just wanted to wait for the right person to adopt him.
Skitty heard a commotion. A red haired boy chasing after a rat.. wait, he knew that rat! Skitty got the attention of the brunette that was with the red head, by purring noisily. She was charmed right off the bat, and soon, Skitty was adopted. He spent his new life chasing after the mouse man, much to the displeasure of the red head boy, who often tried to kick Skitty. Ergh, he was still trying to get used to the name that the bushy hair girl gave him: Crookshanks. It was nice, just different.
One afternoon, Crookshanks was exploring the school grounds, when a movement near the forest caught his eye. He trotted over that way, and saw a dog. Usually, Crookshanks' hair would stand up on end, but not this time. He recognized this dog, and rubbed up under his chin. Suddenly, a man appeared where the dog had been.
"Well I'll be damned. You furry bugger did survive. Man, it is nice to see a familiar face, even if it is that of a cat." It was the unkempt friend of her old owners. The one who was blamed for their death. Crookshanks wished now, more than ever, that he could talk. He wanted to tell his old friend that the mouse man was here.
"He's here..they're both here..Harry..." Crookshanks' cat eyes grew wider. The black hair boy that was friends with his new owner was him..he was the little child who used to tug on the cat's tail, and chase him with a toy broom.. He was alive.