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Harry and Ginny were sitting in their living room one evening, staring at the fire. When Harry spoke.

"He was a cat."

"What?"

"Voldemort. He was a cat."

"How do you come to that? I'm pretty sure he was more snake-like."

"Wekilled him 10 times. Cat's have 9 lives. Meaning they either die 9 times, or they get lucky."

"10? Really?"

"Yeah. Killed him when he killed my parents, but I'm kinda sure that doesn't count, seeing as he had to be alive to be able to inhabit Professor Quirrel before I kinda killed them both. Then I killed him when I stabbed the diary and brought you back. Ron destroyed the locket. Dumbledore destroyed the ring. And Neville, killed Nagini, who was a horcrux too. That's six. Then we destroyed the diadem, and the cup. That being 8. And he killed me, but I came back to life, because he only really killed the part of him which was in me. That's 9. Then his true, and last death came during our duel."

"Wow. Catsnake. No wonder he was such a pain. All the slipperiness of a snake, and all the luck of a cat."

"Yeah."