lol it's been a long time since I've written stuff for Cats. I kinda ended up deleting Warfare for now. Don't worry, I'll actually finish that once I get into the dramatic-writing swing again(casually writes opening really dramatic). I kinda just out of the blue got the idea for this. So yeah, this is me throwing out my Cats Harry Potter semi-human AU*very slight applause* I hope you like it. Oh yeah, rated M that's a thing. Pay attention to the rating amigo/amiga. The rating will become more apparent in later chapters.
Super Big Giant thanks to Delphicoracle-Cat for betaing this~
"Run! Just fucking RUN!"
Munkustrap quickly obliged the orders shouted at him, though he would most likely have done so anyways. He slung off his black and blue robes for more running speed as he rounded a corner, following after his classmate at top speed. Munk could hear stone cracking and crumbling loudly behind him as the... thing chased after them. The two soon came to a dead end, whirling around to face the creature behind him. Munk pressed his back against the wall, eyes wide. This was the end.
"Crucio!" At the loud yell of the spell, the creature's roars turned to cries of pure agony. Its body soon toppled to the floor, as the schoolmates' savior fired another curse. Green lightning coated the monster as it now laid motionless, face capturing the ghost of its final emotion. The two classmates looked up to see who helped them.
Macavity was slowly putting a wand away in his cloak.
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Munk awoke with a start, body drenched in sweat. That chase was a complete dream, though everything about it seemed so real. He could feel the beast's heavy, warm breaths down his back as he ran. Chills slid down his spine. The tom shuddered, looking around. His friend, Mistoffelees, was asleep soundly, curled up under his covers. The two were lucky to be together in the Ravenclaw house, both being in their sixth years. The only seventh years he knew from the Jellicles were Tugger and... Macavity.
Mac had saved the two in Munk's dream. Why a Slytherin would do anything of the sort was unknown to the silver tom. The seventh year always seemed to sulk around, keeping to himself, and practically glaring at anyone who dared try and talk to him. And somehow the ginger tom was a prefect, though his test scores were most likely the answer. Munk rubbed sweat from his forehead, looking at a large clock on the wall near him. It was 3:00 in the morning, too early to be thinking about dreams when a full school day was ahead of him.
The sixth year buried the side of his head into his pillow, pulling the covers up to his shoulders and closing his eyes. The morning will come, and with it his nightmare will be shoved from his head.
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"Munkus? Oi, Munkus! Wake up, you're going to be late for breakfast." The sixth year slowly awoke to the sound of Misto whining into his ear. Munk rubbed his face, sitting up.
"What now…?" He grumbled, still half asleep.
"Breakfast, Munkus. We have, like, fifteen minutes to eat." Misto sighed. Munk groaned, sliding off his bed and practically crawling to his trunk of clothes. He pulled out his dress clothes and robe, practically tossing his tie over along with his blue Prefect badge. With how things were going for him, he'd most likely be the first in his family to become Head Boy during his seventh year. Along the lines of Prefects, the only ones he cared of/knew of were him and Victoria for Ravenclaw, Alonzo in Gryffindor, Demeter in Hufflepuff, and Macavity in Slytherin. Of course, there were more, but didn't come to mind when someone said "Prefect."
Munk sleepily put his clothes on, checking himself in the mirror before turning to Misto. "Do I look alright?"
"You look like you've jumped off a small cliff." Misto snorted, already dressed. Munk gave a frustrated look.
"Screw it, let's just go." The tom sighed. The tux in front of him nodded and the two proceeded to exit the boy's dorm. They climbed down the stairs, quickly passing by Quaxo and Victoria, death locked in a match of Wizard Chess. The two stepped from the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, and jogged down the corridor toward the Great Hall. Misto slowly took the lead of the two, practically leading the still-sleepy Munkus down the halls. It was at a sharp turn when they rammed into someone, falling back.
"Well, that's a spill if I've ever seen one." The two sixth years looked up to see the Rum Tum Tugger looming over them, signature smile on his face. The Maine coon was perhaps dressed worse than Munk, having black and yellow cloak open, tie resting on his shoulders, and wrinkled dress shirt opened enough to show bits of spotted chest. Tugger held out a hand to Munk, who took it gladly, bringing Misto with him.
"Thanks." Munk said bluntly. Tugger snorted.
"Watch where you're going next time, you'll ruin perfection~" The Maine coon flicked his hair slightly.
"We can talk about perfection when you get your clothes situation sorted out." Munk sighed, "You have a long way to go."
"Hey, don't be like that." Tugger whined, frowning slightly at someone questioning his perfection-ness.
"I honestly wonder who's the older brother sometimes." Munk sighed. It was true that the two were siblings, though you wouldn't tell until you looked at their father. Deuteronomy had a reason for everything. Why he was headmaster, why he stayed in his office most of the time, why his children were different breeds, etc. Tugger rubbed his head.
"Well that's not very nice," the seventh year sighed. He then suddenly snapped his fingers, gasping slightly, "Oh yeah! I noticed you two weren't at breakfast." He dug into his robes and pulled out some bread, "I was coming to give you this." Misto scrambled forward, practically grabbing the food handed to him with his mouth. He scarfed the bread down in a millisecond. The other two just stared.
"What?!" Misto whined, "I was hungry!"
"Right." Tugger handed the last of the bread to Munk, and stood up straight, being a few inches taller than his younger brother. Munk ate his food quickly.
"So what gave you the idea to be charitable, Tugger?" Munk inquired. Tugger frowned slightly.
"Oi, I can be nice." He whined. When Tugger was younger, he'd usually stamp his foot down, causing the room they were in to rattle slightly. Munk had learned that little move from the Maine Coon, back then being a pretty impressionable kit. The two grew out of it, but it took Munk longer because it always worked on his family for him, whilst Tugger usually stamped off to his room in a huff afterwards. The reason Munk remembered such was because Tugger indeed, yet lightly, stamped his foot under his Hufflepuff robes.
"Anyways, thanks for the food. Misto and I should be heading for our first class." Munk said, turning and starting to walk off. He waved slightly with the back of his hand, "See you." Misto looked at his friend, then back at Tugger. The tux shrugged, running after Munk as Tugger went back the way he came.
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"Hey. Misto." Munk shook the tux next to him, who had fallen asleep mid-history lesson. Well, what can you expect from a ghost who couldn't seem to change emotion from 'intensely bored.' Misto snorted awake, shooting his head up and slamming his hands down. His tail stood perfectly straight behind, his face scared that he had been caught. Luckily, only Munk noticed.
Misto rubbed the back of his head, "How long was I out…?" He murmured.
"A good thirty minutes." Munk shrugged, "I'm surprised. You got more sleep than I did last night."
"Huh?" Misto tilted his head at his friend's statement.
"Oh. Uh, nothing." Munk turned his attention back to the teacher. Now wasn't the time to be talking about weird nightmares. As history class seemed to wear on and on, everyone around Munkus seemed to be counting the seconds on the clock behind their ghost teacher. Once the release bell finally sounded, everyone practically disappeared from the room. Munk and Misto were now currently rushing across the grounds to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Class had started right when the two sat down. Their teacher might as well be a ghost, but he was just a rather old fellow. Gus, of course, knew what he was talking about, like all the teachers. He just seemed to go off on long rants about certain things mid-class, and constantly call students other people's names. One time a tom got lucky enough to be called 'Deuteronomy.' The whole class had burst into laughter, which had confused Gus until he realized that it wasn't Deuteronomy who came through the class doors late, just some random Slytherin. Ravenclaw and Slytherin were in the same class for this period.
To the right of Munk and Misto, who sat in the back, were the mystic twins Coricopat and Tantomile. The two were fellow Ravenclaws, and fellow prefects, for their badges reflected candlelight that dimly lit the room. Coricopat shot at glance at Munk, before tilting his head at him. The silver tom didn't seem to notice however, because Gus was in a long speech about the time he had fought off Dementors. It was honestly rather interesting, surprisingly. Most of Gus' stories were quite boring. Class had ended once Gus ended off his story. The old tom assigned them all practice with a few magic techniques and sent them on their way.
The twins met Munk and Misto as they walked out.
"Munkus, could I speak with you for a minute?" Cori asked, leaned forward slightly. Munk shrugged.
"I don't see why not." He replied bluntly. Misto and Tantomile rushed off to their next class and the two prefects made their way behind a wall to speak in private.
"So, Munkus." Cori began, turning to his fellow prefect, "Are you alright?"
"What? I'm fine." Munk chuckled, more out of confusion than anything.
"Really? Your mind is all screwy and hard to read." Cori huffed. Munk raised an eyebrow. Coricopat and his sister were well known around the school for being able to read minds at their age. Legilimens, as they're called.
"Oh, uh…" Munk scratched the back of his head.
"Oh wait- You had a weird nightmare. It was...truly confusing." Cori had closed his eyes, trying to piece things together.
"Yes, yes, could you please sto-"
"Your brother. He-" Cori was interrupted when Munk slammed his hands over the tom's mouth.
"Don't remind me of what I already know." Munk growled, "Let's just go to class." Cori removed Munk's hands from over his mouth, and sighed.
"Alright. Lead the way." The two then dashed off.
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The Great Hall was currently packed, as always, for dinner time. Everyone seemingly was happy to be able to finally eat and relax from their long school day. Munk slowly ate some bread when Misto sat down across from him.
"Hey, Munk." Misto chimed, sitting down and grabbing at some food. Munk grunted in response. The tux leaned forward slightly, smirking, "Hey Munk, guess wha-" Everyone had been silenced by the loud clinking of a glass, as Deuteronomy stood from his chair at the teacher's table. Everyone looked in attention at him, waiting for what he had to say.
Deut cleared his throat, "Now, I do not wish to alarm any of you, and please keep in mind that Hogwarts is completely safe, but I'm sure most of you have read recent headlines in the newspapers. It seems our great enemy is at it again…" Murmurs fluttered throughout the great hall, "We have heard rumors that such villainous forces have recently made their way to a nearby area, and that we all should remain on high alert. I'm sure you will all do your best to do so." Deut looked around, locking eyes with Munk for a split second, "Thank you." Deut sat down and everyone went back to eating, conversations changing to what has just been told to them. A few people began to leave, seemingly finished with eating. Macavity was one of them. The ginger tom quickly made his way out, catching Munk's attention for moment before the Slytherin left through the double doors with a few others.
Munk grumbled slightly, and returned to face Misto, only to see the tux standing as well. The silver tom sighed, getting ready to leave with his friend. The two grabbed up the last few things they would want and began to exit, a big crowd walking out with them from other tables. On their way out the doors, someone shoved into Munk on their way out, causing the Ravenclaw to stagger slightly. Misto helped him regain balance.
"You alright there?" The tux questioned.
"Yeah..." Munk felt the side where he hit the student, and felt something. He reached in his cloak pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He opened it slowly, revealing writing in ink.
"Prefect Bathrooms. 9:30, tonight. Be there."