DRABBLES AND ONE-SHOTS FROM THE How Soul Mates Are Found UNIVERSE
A/N: Think of How Soul Mates Are Found as a film and this as deleted scenes and extras. It's mostly me being silly and having some fun with it – so I understand that it's not everyone's cup of tea. I don't usually have more than one story going at once but this is simply casual – no update schedule, plan or anything! Absolute chaos!
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CROOKSHANKS' TALE
The box shook violently – he didn't take too kindly to be imprisoned like a common house cat. Memories of another time he'd been in a box not unlike this one flooded his mind – the cottage had smelt of flowers and had the sort of clean smell that came from washing, nothing like the streets at all. He remembered Lily being pregnant and how Sirius had found him in Diagon Alley – he'd said that having a cat would cheer Lily up. It was clear from the start that Lily was often sad but she seemed to be good-natured, it was an instinct of his to trust her. It had turned out to be a good instinct, he recollected many fond memories of that cottage – sleeping by the fire, chasing James up the stairs, being chased by the smallest one and best of all, coming and going as he pleased.
He'd found Godric's Hollow to be a pleasant place full of mice to chase and fences to balance on and people to steal high quality food off of. However, not all of his memories of Godric's Hollow were quite as positive – he remembered seeing the green light from a few streets away, running to the wreckage, the half-giant with the motorbike that belonged to Sirius… It was a shame how everything had happened the way it had.
He'd been following the twitchy man for weeks before, and not only because he smelled of rat. However, the twitchy man had been unusually good at covering his tracks, as if he somehow knew he was being watched. Still, he was no ordinary cat. He was, after all, half-Kneazle. He knew suspicious characters when he saw them and that rat-man's behaviour had certainly been odd. In fact, he'd often heard Lily or James remark upon it yet they seemed to trust him so completely. So he'd let it lie for a while… until he'd seen the jittery man come into the cottage ruins and take that dark wizard's wand – that had cemented his suspicions. There was no doubt about it, rat-man was a traitor. So he'd tracked him down, with no home to go to, what else could he do? He couldn't know for sure, of course, but it seemed as though his halcyon days in Godric's Hollow with a loving family were over.
He'd been right on rat-man's tail (quite literally) having followed him all the way to Diagon Alley until a boy with flaming red hair, freckles all over his face and horn-rimmed glasses had found that rat and taken him away. "Scabbers" was the name he'd heard and he'd be damned before he forgot that name or the way that treacherous creature's nose twitched in something between smug relief and nervous confusion. He'd find that rat if it was the last thing he did. He'd followed the flaming haired boy for what felt like hours but soon he lost sight of him in the busy crowds and at that point, the sweet smell of fish seemed ever so slightly more appealing. When his resolve and purpose returned, he'd found the boy with the rat outside the apothecary but soon his vision was obscured by a cardboard box and a voice dripping with condescension seemed to poison his ears. He'd been unceremoniously escorted into a place that shrieked with noise and stank of fur and droppings.
The screeches of other animals – he recognised the humming of the Puffskeins and the scurrying of the rats- were slightly off-putting. All he knew was that he had to get out.
The cardboard box started to unfold and he got a view of a woman and bright light flowing in from outside. Dammit, he was in the Magical Menagerie. As if his luck could be any worse. He knew lurking in Diagon Alley had been a bad idea but he knew Tom from the Leaky Cauldron would feed him scraps if he sat outside and mewed for long enough.
He would just have to wait. He would bide his time, wait for his opportunity and then he would track rat-man down.