This is a Fruits Basket Crossover, if you didn't know that before. To briefly explain some things, the Sohma family is cursed (or at least twelve of them are) to turn into the 12 animals of the Chinese Zodiac. The can change into these animals at will, but are forcefully changed into their animal when hugged by a member of the opposite sex (not including other zodiac members) or when their bodies get weak. The dragon has the ability to erase memories and the Head of the family always dies young to 'protect' the zodiac. The Head also controls all the other family members and he is like their God. The cat is another member of the cursed group but isn't included in the zodiac and he has a true form that is really 'monstrous'. He is also not included in several functions that include the rest of the Zodiac, as according to the Chinese folktale. Enjoy the story! Aisu Youkai
The day I was born- it wasn't a celebration. It wasn't a party. In fact, all it did was make itself a marker for the horrible events that soon followed.
Right after birth James picked us up, me and my fraternal twin that is, and handed us to Lily. With a poof of smoke I was changed into the monster I was cursed with. I am, after all, the cat.
After several fights between my birth parents and Dumbledore which left me laying in the corner alone, I was shipped off to the Dursly's house to live.
There, my life decided it wasn't as bad as it could be. At first they spoke in hushed whispers, trying to think of a way to be free of the burden of keeping me under their roof. When they couldn't find a way, I became their slave.
"Monster, get over here!"
"Yes sir." I replied to my captors' booming voice, heeding his call.
"Monster." He slapped my face with a silent rage sending my head into the wall.
"You should know better by now then to try to get help." I starred blankly. What was he talking about?
"Look at this!" He shoved a note in my face, reading it aloud at the same time. It said 'We are coming for the cat. Do not try to run.' It was apparently signed 'the House of Sohma.'
"The freaks won't find you monster, and I'll make sure of it." He probably thinks I knew who sent it.
"You aren't getting free this time." He handcuffed my arms and dragged me by the neck downstairs. He put his face inches from my own and growled before throwing my body of broken bones into the steel cage. To finish what he started, he chained my limbs to the cage itself.
He then stomped up the stairs, closing the door behind him which cut off all the light in the basement. Every time my body was chained and locked in that cage, a little bit of my hope died along with the light that left with the closing of the door. I am almost hopeless now.
However, whenever he says 'you aren't getting free this time' or something similar that has the same effect, he unknowingly reminds me of a short jaunt of freedom I experienced a year ago. It is one of the few good memories I have from this life. It had started out as a regular day, or at least what I considered to be normal.
"Wake up monster!" Master Petunia rapped on my cupboard, waking my from my restless sleep the night before. I still slept above ground then.
I picked myself up from the ground, shakily regaining balance as I walked over to the stove and began my ritual chores.
"Today we are going to London boy. There's currently no one to watch you, as Mrs. Figg is on vacation. Bitch… Leaving at a time like this… Anyway you have to come along. No funny business, no touching girls, and absolutely nothing that could possibly make you show the monster you are. Got me?"
"Yes sir." Even back then his voice had a low growling underneath his words when speaking to me.
Soon everyone but me was fed and we were on our way to London riding in the tiny company car Master Vernon owned. I was squashed in the corner, as I was not allowed to touch Master Dudley, trying to hide the tiny smile that had swept over my face. I was going to the outside.
We ended up going to several stores, getting only the best for Master Dudley. He had gotten top notch clothes, a hair cut, and several video games by that point.
It was then that I noticed a strange light glowing around a shadowy pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron'. I felt a strange feeling drawing me to it, almost similar to a soft nudge between my shoulder blades. Before I had realized that I had moved, I was inside.
Being the five year old that I was, I soon found myself captivated with the unusual happenings going on around me. Cups of a strange orange liquid appeared out of nowhere, stirring spoons stirred themselves, and various sparks were thrown from the sticks of children that looked to just be entering middle school.
Surprisingly, my entrance went unnoticed. These strange people in robes just continued their business and talking to one another rapidly about things I didn't understand.
"The prophet is always slandering anyone the ministry doesn't like. Did you know that a store keeper went to prison because he supposedly doesn't like the father of the boy-who-lived? The fact that he's top auror now might have something to do with that though."
Prophet? Boy-who-lived? Auror? Ministry? Most if not all of what they were saying meant absolutely nothing to me. I couldn't understand what they were talking about. I slowly made my way through the crowd, taking everything that I was seeing in, doing my best to understand what I could. It wasn't much.
Then, something more amazing then the cups, the words, and the spark-shooting sticks happened. The brick wall I was in front of when tapped with a stick rumbled, trembled, then moved apart to reveal a bright alley hidden from anyone who didn't have a spark-stick.
I walked in behind the group of redheads that were entering the alley, bringing their own form of chaos with them. Their chaos didn't matter though, as it was little compared to inside the alley. People were half-running half-walking everywhere, rushing to stores and causing a mess of mayhem.
Curious as to why some people were rushing at different stores more then others, I walked into the nearest store with people crowding around it. As it turns out, it was a bookstore. Shelves that went higher then I could crank my neck to see lined the store in an orderly fashion, covered in books that were stacked atop of each other messily out of order.
"Psst!" This sound was accompanied with a sharp jab in my shoulder. Turning around, I saw a boy my age covered in a soft black robe with messy obsidian hair covering his head and blue eyes twinkling with the idea of causing trouble.
"Come with me! I'm hiding from my dad!"
"Sure." I was then dragged to a corner of the store that looked like it had been abandoned for years, barely missing running into several people.
"How come you look like me?" The other boys' face grew solemn, and I could only wonder what he was thinking.
"I do not know."
"Well then… What's your name?"
"My name is Harry Potter." What else could I answer with?
"You mean you are my long lost brother that supposedly died?" I was confused by this statement. I was supposed to be dead? My family thought that I was dead? Strange.
I was then hugged, and I was surprised by that. No one had hugged me before, so this person who supposedly is my brother suddenly hugging me made no sense.
"You!" I man that looked like this boy's father appeared out of nowhere.
"You will leave my son alone! You are going back to the muggle world monster!" The man then took out a wand, shouted a word I do not remember, and I knew to more.
When I woke up again I was in my cupboard, but it wasn't going to be my cupboard for much longer. I was soon moved to the cage in the basement, and my treatment from the masters went from bad to worse. I wouldn't even be allowed to attend school anymore. So I relish that small bit of freedom I had, as it was like a dream to me, one that lets me remember something else other then the slavery I live in now.