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This night

The night before this night was a strange night. I mean strange for me. And I'm a cat that lives in the wizarding world.

Hermione didn't come home that night.

Hermione's my owner. She calls me her 'sweetie-cat'. But that has changed now. She's abandoned me. When she came home (finally!)that night she didn't fill my food and water bowls. She didn't look for me, like she usually does… She went to the big box (I think it's called a refrigenatrre) and got out an apple. I liked apples. But she didn't share it with me… She always shared her apples with me, but not that night.

I climbed onto her pillow as she made her way to bed; hoping she'd notice me.

"Beat it, stupid cat!" She yelled at me, hitting me over my head with her bag and threw the remaining apple piece at me. I didn't move. I just blinked. Hermione has never lifted a hand to strike me. What was going on?

"I said beat it!" Her voice was shrill and hurt my sensitive ears. She hit me again. I shrieked and leaped up. I landed on the floor and I looked up at her. She threw her shoe at me! That was it. I ran for it! Out the window, I went. Into the darkness of night.

The next day I went back. I was sooo hungry – and I was supposed to have a home!

I went through the window. She was watching TV on the couch. I walked to her and looked at her. An empty wine bottle was dangling from her hand. When she saw me she threw the bottle at me.

"Beat it, Crookshanks!" She shrieked. "You probably won't appreciate me, either! Just like Ron doesn't appreciate me! Who do you think provides you with food? Who do you think provides shelter for you?"

I perked up, did that mean that she'd filled my bowl?

I ran to my bowl… I was disappointed. It was empty. If I could I would've sighed.

This went on for days. No food, no attention… and every time she saw me she would see me, she would scream at me and throw me with whatever she was holding or hit me across the head. I was getting really hungry… so much so, that it was unbearable…

Tonight, however, I decided that I had had enough. It hauntingly dark when I went in through the window.

I could see in the dark… I could sense her heat… I went over to where I knew the bed was and jumped on. I made my over to her and stood on her stomach.

She woke up slowly, but I acted with my sharp claws before she could.

My stomach was full and extended for the first time in weeks. I cleaned myself from any evidence that might be there. I went to the window and wondered when they would find her. Outside I took one last glance at my former home.

"Goodbye, Hermione."

This was a story I wrote a while back, and I decided to put it in HP-form. This story is dedicated to Hannah. Thank you for changing my life.

As always, please, please, please review.