Disclamer: I do not own anything that remotly resembles anything that already exists. I take no credit for anything except the idea of this story. The characters all belong to the wonderful JK Rowling

AN: So this is what happens when you're supposed to write one story but gets destracted by a plot bunny and you do something entierly different.
But I do hope you'll like it.

The early morning sun shone in through the window and painted the room in light. The rays fell on the unmade but empty bed. It was clear that someone had slept in it, but no one was to be seen. As time went on the rays grew stronger and explored even more of the room in its search for the 16 year old boy who lived there.

Harry Potter was drawn out of the darkness of his sleep as a stray ray hit his face. He supressed a groan at the dim brightness behind his closed eyes as he stretched out his body. Every muscle in his body protested and he felt the warming floor underneath him. What had happened the night before? He wasn't entirly sure but for some reason he was on the hard floor instead of his soft bed.

Slowly he opened his eyes and tried to focus. The brightness from the sun stung his eyes but he didn't care. He turned his head away from the window and looked over at his wardrobe. It looked much bigger than usual. Underneath it he could see a sliver coin glisten in the sun. He tried to get up but all of his muscles protested. Every inch of him hurt as if he'd been running a marathon - or fighting a troll. He couldn't decide which would make him hurt most.

He slowly rolled over so that he was laying on his stomach - perhaps it would be easier to get up from this position. He placed his hands at the floor on either side of his body and tried to push himself up. But his arms trembled so bad it made him fall back down again. He groaned as his chin conected with the floor once more - this was proven to be more tricky that he first had thought.

The wonderful smell of egg and bacon reached his nose and he felt his stomach rumble. It had been so long since he'd got a decent meal since had been sent to bed without dinner the night before. He sighed. He wondered if he would be allowed to get some breakfast today or if he would have to do all the work in the garden on an empty stomach yet again.

He didn't have to think long about that since the sound of someone walking up the stairs made its way to his ears. By the sound of it it could only be his aunt. Not that he would be happy to see her - but rather her than his uncle or cousin.

"Harry!" her shrill voice travled through the door and Harry wanted to respond - but couldn't manage to find any words to speak with. There was a loud baning on the door that normaly served as the wake up call for him.

"You better be up boy," she said and opened the door.

The scent of breakfast hit him and he almost moaned at the thought of soon filling his stomach. He looked up at his aunt and was astonied by how tall she looked from this angle. He saw a frown on her face as she scaned the room.

"Where are you boy?" she asked and turned her head towards the bathroom trying to hear if someone was there.

Harry was confused. He was laying right infront of her on the floor. How could she not see him? He lifted his head to look at her and tried once more to get up. But again he collapsed on the floor and hit his head. He let out a groan and surprised himself with how high the pitch was. He opened his eyes again and saw his aunt looking down on him.

"What are you doing here you scabby beast?" she all but yelled at him. "Why on earth has that boy been hiding you here? Like that bird isn't enough!"

She moved closer and Harry was begining to freak out. What was she going on about? As she came closer he realised that she got even bigger. He tried to tell her that it was him - but all that escaped him was a small whimper. She bent down with her hand stretched out and he felt her grab him aroung the neck and drag him up from the floor.

As he lost contact with the floor his body grew limp - even more so than before. She held him up in level with her face and he realised she was huge. She studied him for a second before taking him out of the room and walking down the stairs while she kept muttering to herself.

"As if a bird isn't enough of a mess. Why does he have to keep making our lives even more miserable bringing home strays? When I get my hands on him he will be in serious troubles. Thank God I found this mess before Vernon did..."

Harry listened to her but he couldn't understand what she was going on about. What was it about taking home strays? Why would he ever do that? And why was she treating him like he wasn't him? He couldn't understand it.

On her way to the door she passed by a mirror and Harry swung his head so he could look at it. What he saw left him almost paralyzed - hanging by the scruff in his aunt's hand was a black cat with emerald eyes.

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