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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but I will always keep on dreaming. That right has to go towards JKRowling. I only thing I can take credit for is the plot and ofcourse Wellington.

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Chapter 1 Wellington

Night was always a good time for him. Being a cat ofcourse it would be. Most cats love the dark and Wellington was no exception. He was a silver Tabby by markings and by nature. He had a black strip down from the top of his head to the tip of his nose and a white was extra inquisitive. He would roam the streets not coming home until the early hours of the morning. He would then be ready for his day time nap and sleeping until the sun went down, stirring only for his meals. The smells and noises in the night would always send his senses into overdrive, prowling around the streets and rooftops, singing his own song to the moon and investigating the dark allyways where he knew the bad cats would hang out. Not that he would hang out with them. Exploring the rooftops of the appartment bloke where he had lived since he had been brought here by his owner to live when he was only a kitten. Wellington would come in through the kitchen window which was always left open for him to use, coming back to the warmth to be fed or fussed whichever he fancied first.

Entering through the widow and jumping down from the counter, Wellington silently made his way through the kitchen and slipped through the door into the hallway. It was dark but his green eyes and cat senses could guide him to where he wanted to be. The door was ajar as he slipped through easily, jumping, gracefully onto the bed. His owner stirred in her sleep but didn't awake, turning onto her back and giving a small sigh. Wellington made his way over to her and sat just next to her face. He purred and rubbed his head against her, using his paw to gently nudge her when the head hadn't worked. That seemed to do it. Hermoine Granger opened her eyes to find a pair of slit green ones staring at her.

Hermoine sat up in bed and stroked Wellingtons fur, rubbing him behind his ears, giving him a long stroke from his head to his tail, making him purr louder. He flopped onto his side to let her rub his tummy. This would always make her laugh.

"Well, good morning to you too, Wellington" He answered purring, sitting up and tilting his head to the side. "Looks like someone had a good night, last night and I suppose you want breakfast now, do you?." Hermoine chuckled as Wellington rolled back onto his side.

Swinging her legs out of bed onto the carpet, she grabbed her dressing gown and flung it on. Wellington had jumped down off the bed and was busy trying to rub as much of himself on her legs as he could as she made her way out of her bedroom door. Hermoine made her way towards the kitchen, trying not to trip up with Wellington weaving through her legs. She swithched on the light as she entred, illuminating the room with a shower of light.

The kitchen was small. It had a cooker, a washer and a dryer, a refridgerator and a sink just under the window. A small wooden table stood in the middle with two chairs pushed up to it. A wooden counter ran over most of the surfaces and it was decorated with blue ceramic tiles. It was small and Hermoine liked it but who needed a lot of space when it was just her and Wellington. It had been just her and wellington since earlier that year when her beloved Crookshanks had died. Hermonie missed him still and cried over him. Wellington would somehow known when she was upset and he always did find a way to cheer her up. He would either chase his own tail or pounce on things that would move. String, play mice, rolled up bits of foil. He was just coming out of his kitten stage and so still had these very mad moments from time to time.

Hermoine made her way over to one of the cupboards and opened it to reveal a shelf full of tins. She searched through them until she found a tin of tuna fish. Seeing what she was doing, Wellington jumped up onto the counter, sat back onto his haunches and watched, purring, as Hermoine opened the tin. His nose twitching as the smell of tuna reach him, while his stomach growled in anticipation for the meal he was about to have. Hermoine turned to reach for a cat dish and noticed him watching. She laughed.

"Hungry are you?"

Still laughing, Hermoine emptied the tuna into the dish and placed it onto the floor. Wellington was there in a flash, tucking in as if he hadn't eaten in weeks. He liked fish of all kinds but tuna was his favourite. He would sit outside the fishmongers down the road until the owner, Paddy, a big man with a chubby face and hardly any hair and who would always wear a white apron, would throw Wellington a couple of scraps. Paddy would chuckle at Wellington every time he appeared and give him a tickle behind his ears.

Hermoine had got her breakfast, a bowl of cereal and a cup of rich coffee. She sat herself at the small table and watched Wellington as he ate. She had work that day at St Mungo's, where she worked as a specialist on the Magical Spell Damage Department Floor. She had worked there for the past three and a half years and enjoyed every bit of it. She had left Hogwarts five years ago, achieveing all Outstanding in all of her N.E.W.T's exams.

After the war and Harry had defeated Voldemort, the whole of her year had been invited back to take their seventh year and to sit for their N.E.W.T's. Nearly everyone had returned apart from most of the Slytherin's and one or two of the Ravenclaw's. A memorial had been erected in the main hallway for all those student's that had died. Harry and Ron had only decided to sit for their exams so neither of them had returned for that year. They both had their reasons.

After the war, Ron gradually started to change. He stopped laughing and he never smiled. The thought of going back to Hogwarts just scared him. He didn't want the thought of Fred's death haunting him as he walked down the corridors. Ron had decided, after much deliberating, that he wanted to into Quiddich full time and had applied to the Chudley Cannons. He had recieved his N.E.W.T's results and hadn't done that bad. Recieving mostly Exceeds Expectations and even one Outstanding.

After the kiss in the Chamber of Secrets, Ron and Hermoine had dated for a couple of years and at first everything had seemed fine. They had seemed happy and had even moved in together but with Ron's constant bouts of depression, which to Hermoine was understandable, they graually drifted apart. After six months Ron had moved out. They had still remained friends deciding that that was the better option and Hermoine still saw him and Harry most of the time.

For Harry it was the case that he wanted his own life. Not having his life dictated for him as it had been since before he was born. He wanted to be free and although Hogwarts did still feel like a real home for him, he wasn't quite comfortable anymore. The memories of the war and of the people that had died still haunted him. The ghosts of the people that had died in the final battle would forever haunt Hogwarts corridors. Their names and faces would still appear in his mind. Tonk, Remus, Fred, Colin and countless of others who had fought bravely. He just didn't want that now and the thought, literally sent chills down his spine. He wanted to live his own life. To be the man he wanted to be. Besides he did have someone else he wanted to concentrate on in the form of Teddy Lupin. Teddy had been one at the time of his parents death and Harry knew now that it was his duty to look out for the boy and spend as much time as he could with him. He was his godfather after all.

Harry relationship with Ginny had started again after months of skirting around each other. Harry had been there when Ginny had needed someone to listen to her talk about Fred and Ginny had been there for Harry when he would wake up in the night with nightmares of the war. Their affection had grown again from there.

Hermoine finished her breakfast and watched as Wellington finished his. He sat back and started the hard chore of cleaning. Starting with his ears, then his nose, then mouth, then frount and all the way down to the tip of his tail. It would take him hours sometimes and Hermoine was always suprised at how many hours it would take him some days.

After his bath, Wellington knew it was now nap time and walked off into the livingroom. He knew there was a large, fluffy, cushion with his name on it, waiting for him and literally, it did have his name on it. Written in large, silver lettering was the word WELLINGTON 1. It was red fur with tassels and stuffed with duck feathers. Hie idea of blissful heaven as he curled up into a ball, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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