A/N: I do not own any of the characters in this story except for Kitty. And I'm no J.K. Rowling writing-wise too, it isn't a perfect master piece. Please keep that in mind while reading.
_ -Prologue-
The small black kitten with strange blue eyes darted through the crowd, skillfully missing the
feet of all whom she came in contact with, despite her apparent young age. She was trying to get back
to her hideout from her morning at Olivander's Wands. Mr. Olivander had taken a liking to her after
finding her near starving on his back steps and every morning he put out a small bowl of milk and a
small sardine. He would wait 30 minutes for her until he went back inside. She usually came 15
minutes after the food was put out and ate her daily meal slowly, to savor the morning's flavors.
Mr. Olivander would usually try to pat her head after she ate, and he would always fail to do so.
This kitten could not have any direct human contact, as her mother used to tell her "If you ever touch a
human directly, you will loose all of your fur within a second." The small kitten remembered the
memory as clearly as if it had just happened, mostly because her mother was struck down by a horse
soon after. Her mother hadn't suffered so it wasn't sad, but she still missed her mother dearly. She
was, after all, still a kitten and would have normally died had she not been taken care of by Olivander.
She finished her food and sat, looking up at the old man. He cautiously reached his hand out to pat her
head, but she ducked away. She felt bad, and wanted to let him pat her head, but she didn't want to
go bald. She came up with a better idea than just ducking away. She walked over to his pants and
nuzzled his ankles. She did this for a minute until she thought he was satisfied with her kitten nuzzles
and then headed back to her den.
She had finally made her way back to her little wooden box on top of a large wooden crate. She
nested down for her morning nap and had almost managed to when her box was disturbed. Someone
was picking it up! She looked up to see who had picked up her home and met the gazes of two, nearly
identical faces. They had the same red shocks of hair, the same freckles and the same eyes. She saw
that the one carrying her crate had gloves on and was relieved that she might not go bald today. The
boys nearly dropped the box, they were so surprised.
"Whoa. It's a cat." Said the one with gloves
"Yeah, it seems so George." The other one replied.
"Shall we take it to mum, Freddie?" George questioned.
"I think we shall." Freddie confirmed
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I'll put up the 1st chapter soon!
