I wrote this ages ago. Like in 7th or 8th grade....I forget any way it was my first attempt at a harry
potter fic. I do not own any Harry Potter paraphernalia 'tis all JKR's great works. Well enjoy this
load of crap! Hahahahahhahahahhahaahahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahhaha
Even when he had first laid his glowing yellow eyes on her, he knew that she was different,. He
couldn't quite place his paw on it. It might have been the stiff way she sat or the stern look in her
lamp-like eyes.
Crookshanks had first seen her when his new owner, "Hermione," had brought him to the huge castle that the humans called "Hogwarts," humans were so weird he thought. Hermione had been in her third year at this place, whatever that meant, Crookshanks soon learned it was a school, seeing as Hermione was obsessed with school. Hermione let Crookshanks wander the grounds of the school, while she was in classes. She couldn't bare the thought of him being locked in a cage all the time.
One day Crookshanks had been wandering around the halls. It was all quite boring, there was
really nothing to do, there weren't any other cats to be seen here. He had taken to wandering the
halls in search of Hermione, even if she couldn't be disturbed during class, it still gave him
something to do. Well, one day (as I was saying) Crookshanks had been wandering the halls,
when he saw a door ajar. Being a cat, curiosity got the best of him and he peeked into the room
the door lead into. It was a third year Gryffindor class. He knew because he had spotted
Hermione. As he looked around the class his eyes fell on her. Then quick as a flash, with a pop,
she had disappeared. There stood professor McGonagall, so recognized because of all of
Hermione's ravings about how great this woman was. Crookshanks had often seen Hermione
talking to this woman.
Crookshanks looked around, bewildered. Where had that cat gone? He'd seen many humans do
that before, just disappear into thin air, but a cat? Was it possible? Then again, he did know that
there was something very different about this certain cat.
Crookshanks thought nothing of the cat the rest of the year. Too much was going on anyway--
he had made a friend with a strange, huge hairy guy named Sirius (his name sounded so familiar)
get a hold of a stupid rat named Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew, also known as Scabbers, what a
stupid name for a guy trying to hide out after faking death, you would think he would have picked
a better name, but anyway...
Another thing driving all thought of the strange cat out of Crookshanks's mind was the
dementors. They were always floating around the school, all he could think about half the time
was all his years he sat in the Magical Menagerie, getting yelled at by that old witch. Yes, the
dementors worked on cats, though not as well, he could think clearer than any human at least.
And so the strange cat was forgotten about, until a few years later.