The Cat Spirit
Prologue
Harry lay on the bed hugging his legs as he sobbed in his misery. Why did everything always have to happen to him. But now he could only blame himself. He should've tried to avoid Draco. Yes, Draco. Malfoy had been Draco to him since his fourteenth birthday but only when he was alone.
You see Harry wasn't a normal wizard. He was one of the rarest magical creatures there are. Harry was a cat spirit. A long time ago there were spirits everywhere but nowadays their number was small. Once there had been a spirit for almost everything. Sort of a guardian spirit to look after the others of it's kind. But over time many spirits failed to reproduce and thus died away.
Getting someone to give them a heir wouldn't have been a problem to the spirits, since they were creatures of divine beauty but to reproduce they needed a mate. Someone who they had no power over choosing. One's mate was destined to be with them but the mate never had to be with the spirit if they didn't want to. When a spirit failed to seduce one's mate to become their own, they died away without a heir.
Like every spirit Harry had come to his inheritance on his fourteenth birthday and like every other spirit recognized his mate immediately, which only happened when the spirit had already met one's mate. Harry's mate being Draco Malfoy. He had known it would never lead anywhere. Harry had expected that he'd turn into his spirit's form, the cat, when he turned 18. Like every spirit would if they failed to seduce their mate.
Harry's 18. birthday would be in few months but he already knew his transformation would happen a little over 8 months from now. Almost three weeks ago he had finally defeated Voldemort. In the celebration party Draco had seduced him for a one night stand and managed to get him in his bed. Harry had been magically drained and his spirit had taken over in the longing for it's mate. And now Harry was pregnant.
It wasn't as if he didn't want the child. It was just that he wouldn't be able to be with the child. After the baby was born he'd have a chance to hold the baby but when he'd put the child down, he'd turn into a cat and he'd be unable to look after the child himself. Harry didn't want to burden Hermione and Ron with his child since they had finally gotten together when the war ended. Besides he didn't want his child to grow up without his or her real family.
Harry sighed and got up from his bed walking to the bathroom to wash his face. He had eight months to arrange things. He had to make sure the child would have a family after he himself turned into a cat. He couldn't think about himself and dwell in self-pity, all that mattered now was his unborn baby. Harry would make sure that his child would have a happy childhood since he never got one himself.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter
Some Corrections Made July 24th 2009