NEKOJINS

Disclaimer : All characters belongs to J. K. Rowling, minus Dr Slump, whose name belongs to Akira Toriyama. All were kidnapped in the dawn, and are not being used to make money. They will be returned when I'm done.

See, don't own so don't sue, unless you're interested in my teddy bear collection...

This work will contain : mpreg and people out of character since I am definitely not JK Rowling, and some strange sentences since I'm French. Still here?

I got myself a beta, so this is the rewieved chapter, thank you to Celtic Cross!

So, on with the show...

Chapter 1 - Discovery

It was the dead of the night in the sixth year Gryffindor dormitory. Everybody was asleep, except Ron Weasley, who had been woken up by some weird noises coming from his friend's Harry's bed.

Annoyed, he got up and went to shake Harry.

Harry was dreaming: he was flying, looking for the Golden Snitch. As he took an hair pin bend to the left, he was unbalanced by a bludger. He managed to stay on his broom with the help of his tail. He carefully trapped the snitch between his hands, aware and mindful of his claws.

His dream seemed perfectly normal to him until his friend Ron appeared on his broom and began to shake him.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron was exasperated, Harry had only batted his hand away and turned on his other side.

Ron winced as he extended his hands to shake Harry anew. He moved them into a moonbeam and discovered they had been scratched. He sighed deeply before going back to Harry.

This time, his efforts were rewarded, as Harry opened his eyes.

"Wha'?" he slurred.

"This is the last time you sleep with Crookshanks! First his purring wakes me up, and then he scratched my hands... Next time, you let him sleep in the common room!" Ron stormed to his bed, burying himself under the covers. He was soon deep asleep.

Harry blinked sleepily before shrugging and going back to sleep.

The next morning, as they waited for Hermione to arrive to go to breakfast, Ron, still a little bit asleep, didn't look where he was about to sit, and earned himself some nice scratches, as he nearly sat on Crookshanks, who was napping on a couch.

During their descent from the Gryffindor tower, he refused to speak to either Harry or Hermione, sending dark looks their way. Both Harry and Hermione were unable to understand his behaviour and chalked it up to a puberty mood swing, induced by a nightmare.

On his way to breakfast, a perplexed Harry happened to step behind Draco Malfoy.

As soon as he saw and recognised him he began to make a soft noise in the back of his throat, much like an annoyed cat.

Blaise Zabini, who had had to go back to his dormitory as he had forgotten his potions book again, and was walking behind Harry, heard him.

His eyes widened, and he carefully looked from side to side, to know if anybody else had noticed. When he saw everybody else rushing to their breakfast and that nobody was paying attention to them, he grabbed Harry from behind, put one of his hands on Harry's mouth and manhandled him into an empty room.

As he was finishing locking the door, two hard hands on his shoulders turned him to face a very angry Harry, his eyes shining and spitting green fire.

"What do you think you're doing, Zabini?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"It's not what you think..." Blaise tried to placate him.

His only answer was an increase in the soft noise's volume.

"Stop that!" Blaise urged him. It was no use as Harry became louder and louder.

Blaise sighed. "I didn't want it to come down to this, but it is kind of an emergency..."

Harry was soon faced with a tail moving hypnotically in front of his face. He immediately calmed down and began to chase it.

After a few minutes, Blaise spoke again. "Are you calmer now? Merlin, it's so embarrassing!" he mumbled, his ears flat on his head.

Harry looked up from the tail he had caught and gasped. "You ...You look like a mix between a cat and a human. How come?"

Blaise blushed and began to try and make some knots with his tail. "Well, to explain... hum...Perhaps it would be clearer and easier to understand if you took a good look at yourself." He advised Harry before giving him a small mirror. Curious, Harry took it and observed himself. In the mirror, a cat boy, complete with slit-pupiled green eyes was looking back at him.

He laughed. "It's an enchanted mirror!"

Blaise shook his head. "Nope! But you can feel for yourself if you don't believe me."

Harry did as he was told and felt around his skull. No ears. On his head? Two soft triangular pieces of fur. Hot to the touch. Hurting when he pinched them.

"Remove your spell at once!" he attacked Blaise, who defended himself not only with his hands, but also with his tail. Harry increased his attack and soon, Blaise's tail was countered by Harry's.

"Ok, Ok!" relented Blaise.

Harry stopped and stood back.

Blaise drew his wand, pointed it towards Harry and said "Finite Incantatum"

Harry sighed happily, but as he was trying to sidestep him to exit the room, Blaise, who had grabbed the tail, which had been lifting the back of his robes, stopped him

He quickly released it when Harry began to hiss again.

"See? No spell!"

Harry slumped to the floor. "I can't go to class like that!"

Blaise frowned. "No, you can't. First..." he pointed his wand on Harry's robes at the base of his tail. "Troulalaitou." Harry's robes, pants and underwear ripped and Blaise, turning Harry to have a better view, put his hand in the hole and passed Harry's tail through it. He smirked at Harry's sigh. "Comfortable?"

Harry nodded before arching an eyebrow towards Blaise. "Troulalaitou? What kind of spell is that?" he asked incredulously.

Blaise sighed deeply and his face had a little tinge of red as he answered "It's one of Dad's 'specials'. He created them, so he said that he had a right to name them... Don't ask." He shook his head and extended his hand to Harry and pulled him to his feet.

"Now you have to calm down. Breathe deeply and focus on your human side. Think about your human body, how it looks and what it feels like. Only when you're calm enough will you be able to do the switch." He instructed Harry.

Ten minutes later, Harry looked in the mirror to be confronted by a human boy.

"See, it's easy. Your cat side will slip through if you're not careful when you feel deep or violent emotions, like anger, hatred, or happiness..." Blaise went on in his lecture mode. "And the hole through your robes will even be invisible, isn't it great?"

Harry nodded before jumping to his feet. "I don't understand" he paced, "what is happening with me? Us?"

Blaise stepped in front of him and stopped him by putting his hands on his shoulders.

"You and I are part Nekojins, meaning one of our ancestors was one too. Sometimes, the cat side never reveal itself. Some other times, well..." he smirked.

Harry was stunned, and his ears stood straight on his head. "But nobody in my family..."

Blaise bit his lower lip. "I'm afraid I can't explain. My father will have to do it."

Suddenly Harry jumped. "We're missing Potions!"

Blaise smiled at him. "No problems. I'll explain what happened to Father. Come on, we'll wait for him in his office. Change back!"

Bewildered, Harry did as he was told, before being dragged towards the dungeons.