Finding Myself

by Byakko Loki

I don't know who I am. I have no memory of my past, or even my name. All I do know, is that I am a wizard. I woke up one day in an alley. I had no memories, all I had was a wand and a piece of paper that had "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" scribbled messily on it. As the only clue I had as to who I was, I decided I'd get in—no matter what.(OC is an animagus)(5th movie)

2. Amazing Cats

FINDING MYSELF

CHAPTER 2

AMAZING CATS

I was just in time! I ran as fast as I could on four short stubby legs. He was getting away! Damn it, why do trains have to be so fast! I made a leap of faith—literally—and came crashing down on the small platform located at the very end of the train. Woo-hoo! Who da cat? Who da cat?

…Ahem. Never saying that again… -_-'

With all my scratching, clawing, and meowing, it wasn't long before someone let me in, thinking I was someone's pet—which technically I am—was, *sigh*—and will be again—soon.

I ran down the corridor, peeking into all the compartments through the cracks under the doors—or at least trying to—it wasn't exactly working. So, I transformed into my normal (human) form, still wearing the uniform Cedric lent me.

Because he only had a male uniform to lend me, we had agreed to cut my hair, so now it was short like a boy's—kind of like Harry's, actually. So now I have short white hair with blue-grey eyes, and whisker marks on my cheeks—don't ask, I don't even know—and I was fairly short, as I was a girl—but not too short. A little thin—probably a result of me not eating much recently, I only ate what I could steal from the tables during meals, without being noticed—which isn't much.

I dressed warmly despite it being near summer, with gloves, a scarf, a cloak, and a hat, as I was used to having my small body covered in fur, curled up by the fire. As I spent most of my time in my animagus—naturally I was cold.

Fixing my uniform, I began to work down the aisle, checking in all the windows, staring with the compartment closest to the front. Lucky me, he ended up being in the very last compartment—exactly where I had started the first time around.

I made sure no one was looking, and transformed into my animagus form. A few meows and cm deep scratches in the door later, the door was opened and I found myself face-to-face—err, face to…calf, with a bushy haired girl, who looked to be fairly intelligent. She was also very pretty. Her-my-oh-me—I believe her name was. My, oh, me, what a strange name! Sorry, bad joke.

"Why, you aren't Crookshanks…" she said, "Who are you?"

I saw Harry peeking over her shoulder, and watched as his eyes lit in recognition.

"Byakko?!" he asked, obviously shocked and confused. "H-How…? Why aren't you—?"

I meowed, and ran around Her-my-oh-me, to jump into Harry's lap. I involuntarily began purring, as he started to pet me.

"What are you…?"

"Harry, whose cat is this?" asked Her-my-oh-me.

"Yeah, mate. And what's he—she—he—she—err, it—doing here?"

"I don't know… and she's… err, Cedric's."

I felt the tension in the room suddenly thicken.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Her-my-oh-me started, frowning, but Harry interrupted her. "It's fine, Hermione."

Oh… Well, at least I was close.

But then her eyebrows knitted together, "But if she's…Cedric's…then why isn't she with his parents at least?"

"That's what I was wondering…" he said.

I did a little kitty pout and suddenly sat up, surprising him, as I never move when he's petting me—not until at least five minutes after he stops—just in case he might want to start again—and began pawing at his chest.

He seemed to get the idea, as the next thing he said was, " You… you want to stay with me?" His, Hermione, and King Weasel's—I heard someone calling him that—eyes widened, comically.

I meowed an affirmative, rubbing against him, and settled in his lap again.

"You can't seriously be considering keeping her, Harry! Can you even take care of her?" She said, sitting down across from his and King. (King had the window seat.)

"Of course I can! And plus, she's Cedric's! I can't—won't—abandon her!"

King patted Harry's shoulder, drawing his attention away from Hermione for a second. "I think you should keep her, mate," he smirked, "And if the Dursleys have anything to say about it, she can scare them away! Right, kitty?"

I meowed loudly, standing on my hind paws and clawing at an invisible enemy.

"Blimey, Harry! I think she understands us!" said King, amazed.

I gave him a kitty smirk, as Harry said, "She can," surprising his two friends. "And she's really smart! Sometimes I'd run into her in the common room, and she'd help me with my home by meowing in different ways and different times, and pointing with her claws! Whenever I'd need help and Hermione wasn't around, I'd go to her for help! She's amazing!" he said proudly.

"But… wait…" said Hermione. "Isn't Cedric a Hufflepuff? Why'd she be in the Gryffindor common room?" Trust her to notice that.

Harry looked confused. "I don't know, Hermione. But Cedric would always find her in the other common rooms, not just Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Once he found her following some students out of Ravenclaw, and I've even seen her running out of the Slytherin common room on my way to potions!"

Hermione and Ron looked pleasantly shocked.

"You can't be serious, Harry!" they shouted in unison.

"Oh, I'm serious. Right, Byakko?"

"Meow!"

"Blimey…!" Hermione said in amazement. "W-what's two plus two?"

I tapped my paw four times, looking annoyed.

"B-bloody hell…" Ron stuttered.

"Crookshanks never did anything like this…"

I did a cat smirk. I think I'm gunna like these guys.

TIME+SKIP=

I was cornered as a dementor approached me. I was about to fall unconscious, when I heard Harry say something, and saw a beautiful light. The dementor was gone. I was carried by Harry for the rest of the night, too exhausted to do much.

TBC…

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