note, just my idea of a story
Prologe
It was a chilly evening in private drive little Harry James Potter had just been left on the doorstep number 4. It was the middle of November and young Harry had just awoken, as lay on the doorstep he thought about how he came to be in this strange place. He may be only one year old but he was a perceptive little tyke, he tough back earlier today and remembered the ugly white faced man whom his mommy was scared of busting in the door of his playroom, then the green flash and mommy went down like she was sleeping maybe she was tired.
The white faced man was making strange noise cackling noise like those chickens at uncle Hagry then a purple flash and he woke up and he was was freezing. The poor boy was so scared he was steps away from crying, he wanted his mummy she was always safe warm and all that was good in his world... plus uncle moony of course. Just seconds away from crying he remembered his play partner from when aunt Minne was over, it was his best friend in the whole world MinMin the tabby cat, she had such warm fur he was slightly envious there he lay.
He started deeply thinking about the warm fluffy fur, suddenly he felt a great deal warmth spreading and by the time the feeling stopped then fell comfortably asleep. Little did Harry know that his form had changed from a year old infant into an orange tiger striped little kitten, or that the next day Petunia Dursley discovered a kitten in blanket with shredded bits of what seemed to be paper and after a hasty ruling in the Dursley home ended with that Mrs. Figg got a brand new cat in her home that very evening.
