Yay! I finally started on this story! I had watched this movie about a week ago and couldn't resist wanting to write a story. So here it is.

Also, I have a new role playing site. It's called Hogwarts Destiny. I would love it if people joined. The site is: h t t p : / / hogwarts destiny . forumotion . com / (Without the spaces of course.)

Anyways, on with the story!

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A large cloud crossed over the full, bright moon. A warm breeze traveled a path across the vast grounds that belonged to a very famous noble. A noble with a strange, but not necessarily dark, secret. The huge three story mansion sat quietly, only a few lights on in the entire place. Inside, a maid with hair like spun gold, and light blue eyes cleaned the mantle free from dust. She had only taken on this job because of who the noble was, not because she could clean. In fact, she was a very poor cleaner, but the noble had been desperate. The man in question was in the only other room that had a light turned on. He paced back and forth nervously. The window to his room was open wide, and he turned and looked fearfully up at the moon that was blocked by the clouds. Slowly and steadily, the clouds moved and the light shined down onto the noble. As he closed his eyes, his body began to transform. Orange and cream colored fur grew all over his body and his ears moved up on top of his head, becoming pointed. Whiskers grew out and a tail flicked back and forth behind him. His eyes became slanted, and when he opened them, the pupils had become black slits. The transformation was complete and he sighed heavily.

Walking over to the window, he placed a hand on the window sill and jumped. Landing silently on his feet, he turned and looked back up at the window. Being a half cat came in handy when he needed to jump from high places. Not to mention the ability to see in the dark. Turing away from the mansion, he walked away into the shadows, disappearing without a trace. Unbeknownst to the nobel standing at the window was the maid, her mouth open in shock. Her blue eyes were opened as far as they could go. A few quiet squeaks came out of her mouth before she took a deep breath and screamed. The noble was at the tree line and he turned around sharply just in time to see the girl run out of the mansion and down the pathway towards town. He cursed loudly. She was the 15th girl that he had hired. This one hadn't even lasted a day. Grasping his cane in his hand, he made his way back into the mansion. There was no point in spending the night outside if the girl wasn't going to be around any longer. Walking in the door, he calmly shut it behind it behind him and made his way into the living room. He made his way over to the window and opened it, letting in the nightly breeze. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the cool air brushing over his fur, his whiskers dancing slightly. Opening his eyes, he moved over to one of the high backed chairs in the room. Collapsing in it, he sighed and pulled his top hat off, setting it on the stand in front of him. Just as he was about to close his eyes again, the door to the room opened and revealed an old woman with graying red hair and brown eyes slowly making her way in. A tea set rattled slightly in her old hands and the feline immediately stood up.

Crossing the room quickly, he gently took the tea set from her hands and set it down on the stand before helping the old woman down onto the love seat that matched the chair he had sat in. He shook his head at her and said, "Really now, Serena. How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to do this anymore?"

"I'm old, not deaf," she said with a small smile on her face, "I know you told me not to, but you should also know better than to think that I won't still do it."

The half-cat shook his head and chuckled as he replied, "You're right. I should know better."

"Exactly," she said with a sharp nod. She watched as the feline made them both a cup of tea, gratefully accepting the cup he handed to her. She took a small sip and murmured, "Still not as good as yours, but it still tastes good."

The feline took a sip of his own cup after he sat back down. He gave her a small smile and said, "It still tastes refreshing. Especially after having to do that."

"Ah, yes," Serena said with an understanding nod, "Another one ended up seeing your cat form. I swear they must have heard her in town."

"I'm surprised that the town hasn't stormed the mansion yet," he said as a frown crossed his face, "What with all the reports of a cat demon supposedly living up here."

"The people love you too much," she said with a small smile. Setting her cup down, she stood up and grabbed the duster the blonde maid had left. Walking over to the mantle, she proceeded to clean it properly, despite her old age, "You take care of them, and protect them from thieves and murders. Not to mention you willingly, and physically, help them when they need it most. Not many of your stature would do that."

He sighed and watched her work. When he was younger, still a young boy, she had been hired to clean the house. She was told to never go in his room at night. A few months after she was hired, a huge thunderstorm had occurred. Serena was hurrying around closing all of the windows in the mansion when she heard what sounded like crying coming from his room. Not being the kind to stand for tears, she disregarded her employer's rules and walked into the boy's room. She had been shocked when she saw the sweet little boy she doted on during the day had turned into a cat at night. Instead of screaming and running like so many others had, she calmly walked over to the bed and hugged the frightened kitten. She gently sang him back to sleep as the storm raged on about them, never letting go of her grip on the small creature. Not that she could. The kitten had gripped her shirt so tightly that she doubted that she could successfully move without waking him up. So she kept watch over him until the morning, when his father had walked in. At first, he was angry and was about to fire her when his son had spoken up and told his father that she had helped chase the storm away during the night. The older man was shocked and had turned to Serena, questions floating in his eyes. She had simply shrugged and said, "Boy, cat, he's still the same young child I take care of. A species change won't stop me from taking care of him."

Years later, after he had grown up, he still remembered her words, and they always brought a fond smile to his face. A smile that quickly disappeared with the next thought. Why couldn't he find a housekeeper that wasn't afraid of seeing him in his cat form? Serena had told him to be patient and to keep looking, but he was starting to get frustrated. He made a resolve right then and there. If he couldn't find a decent housekeeper who wasn't afraid of his cat form within the next month, then he was simply going to give up and start learning how to clean on his own. Who knows, he thought to himself, things might actually get done faster if I do.

Serena had finished dusting and had sat back down on the love seat, giving a small groan. Rubbing her back, she looked at the feline and said, "My back isn't what it used to be."

"Which is why I told you to stop trying to clean the house," he said sternly, but gently.

She sighed and nodded her head, "Maybe you're right. Are you going to try and find another housekeeper?"

"I've decided that if I don't find one by the end of the month that's not afraid of this," he said as he gestured to his body, "Then I'm just going to learn how to clean for myself."

Serena chuckled a bit, "You've got a lot to learn then, little kitten, if you're going to clean this whole house by yourself."

Little kitten was the nickname she gave him when he was younger, and it still brought a smile to his lips. He grinned at her before speaking, "I never said I'd do it by myself."

"Oh no…" she groaned as she rested her head against the back of the love seat, "You're not going to get those two involved are you?"

"If I have to, yes," he said with a small nod. He hated having to get his two best friends in on the cleaning, especially since they always seemed to bicker when they were in each other's company, but darn it, he wouldn't be able to clean the whole mansion by himself.

"I think that that's a terrible idea," she said as she shook her head, "But you're the boss."

A small silence lapsed between the two for a little while, each drawn in their own thoughts. The old grandfather clock in the room struck the hour and the feline glanced over at it. He sighed and stood up, "I think I'm going to go to bed, Serena. Now that I can actually sleep in one."

She nodded her head. The poor half-cat had been forced for the past several weeks to spend his nights outside because of the new maids. She knew how tough it was on him, not being able to sleep in a bed. She waved him away as she said, "I'm going to stay down here for a while and just enjoy the nice night. You go get some sleep, little kitten."

He nodded and kissed her gently on the cheek, smiling as she laughed a little from his whiskers. He was about to turn and leave the room when she gently caught his arm. Turning back to her, he looked down at her, silently asking her what she wanted.

"Give it a little more time," she said to him. Patting his arm, she released it as she continued, "You'll find someone. I'm sure of it."

Sighing, he nodded once more as he started to walk away. Just as he reached the door, he murmured quietly, "Good night, Serena."

The old woman smiled as she rested her frail body. Giving a small wave, she replied, "Good night, Baron."

*giggles* Baron is so cool. Sorry if he seems a little OOC here. I promise he won't be like that in the upcoming chapters.

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