*HP*TR*

Harry didn't know what to do, the stranger had just gave him a bath and he had hated it. He didn't even understand why he had hated it because he used to love taking baths. The stranger then seized him and put him down on the huge black bed. He was mumbling things to Harry but he didn't bother listening, he wanted to know how he had ended up at that stranger's place and above all, he wanted to know who that stranger was. He could be a muggle for all Harry knew. If so, Harry would be happy to scratch him to death, no matter how stunning he was. Moreover, Harry didn't even know how he looked like but he would change that as soon as the stranger was gone. He was no fool, he knew that he was a cat but he still wanted to look at himself.

Strangely enough, Harry felt safe here, with the stranger. He had never felt that way before except for when he was with his mum or Draco. They were the only ones he was comfortable enough with to relax fully. He felt at peace while he was with a complete stranger. What kind of spell was he under? He couldn't possibly trust a stranger. But his heart didn't seem to want to listen to his brain for that contented and happy feeling he was affected by didn't go away. He cursed himself inwardly for his foolishness. He shouldn't have let his guard down one bit, his mum had taught him better than that.

Harry whined softly as he realized that he was bored. The stranger was doing Merlin knows what and Harry wanted to be entertained. He swiftly got to his paws and decided to explore, well as much as the bed allowed him at least. He skipped to the edge of the bed and looked down. It was high, so much so that Harry's world started spinning and he lost his balance, falling from the bed. He dug his claws into the bedclothes, desperately trying not to fall and crash onto the carpet. He mewed pitifully, calling for help, as his claws began to slide down, ripping the soft sheet in its wake. He felt a hand on his backside which pushed him up and back onto the bed. Harry had never felt so grateful in his whole life. The stranger had just saved him from a probably painful fall. Harry was so relieved to be back on the bed, that he missed the stranger sitting on the bed and pulling him to his side.

He looked up at his face and was overcome by the urge to pounce on the stranger. Before Harry managed to fight his annoying instincts, his tail was wagging excitedly. He then pounced on the stranger, making him fall backwards and earning a soft chuckle.

"Shall I keep you then?" Harry felt the stranger's hand on his head as he started petting him. He licked the stranger's cheek in joy and purred in delight as he rubbed his head against the stranger's cheek. "I'll take that as a yes." The stranger said. "So, you'll need a name for I can't keep calling you 'kitten', that's very unpractical." Harry's attention snapped fully toward the stranger then. What did he think Harry was? A pet? His name was Hadrian, nothing else. That beautiful filth of a human had no right to name him otherwise.

"I need to know whether you are a girl or a boy to give you a name. Would you let me take a pick?" Harry nearly swallowed his tongue at the stranger's question. How dared he? As if Harry would just put himself on display for the stranger to see. How mad was he? Harry briefly considered digging his claws deep into the stranger's face, just to make him understand quite clearly what he thought about his stupid question. Then, he looked into the stranger's crimson red eyes and was surprised by the innocence there. It looked as though he had no ulterior motive. Harry paused for a second and he narrowed his eyes, actually considering the stranger's request.

Eventually, he remembered that he was a cat, not a human anymore. The stranger wouldn't see his human bits, he would simply think that he was witnessing an animal's anatomy. And there was nothing bad with seeing a cat's anatomy, right? He sighed inwardly and rolled on his back, allowing the stranger to see him. He remained that way for a second before rolling back onto his paws and climbing back on the stranger's chest. He stared into his crimson red eyes, waiting for him to talk. "How about... Midnight?"

Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust and felt like throwing up. What a cliché! That name was awful. Harry would never be named Midnight as long as he was alive. The stranger chuckled and felt like scratching him to death all of a sudden. Surely he wouldn't laugh then. "Alright, not Midnight. That's quite common anyway and you need a very special name, don't you? Then, how about Death?" Harry bumped his head into the stranger's chin in protest. He would do anything to prevent the stranger to call him that way. It was even worse than Midnight.

"How about Hades?" Harry perked up at that. He had expected another shitty name but this one was not so bad. Well, giving that he didn't know how much time he would be stuck with this human, he could probably make something out of it. Besides, Hades was not so different from his real name and it was and it was quite intimidating. Being named after the Greek God of the Underworld was good, he could get used to it. Maybe he could get Draco and his mum to call him that way once he was back to normal.

But the stranger needed to know that he liked this name before he changed it something way worse. No one was here to see what he was doing, well besides the stranger, so he decided to let any inhibition down and mewed in joy before pouncing on the human and licking his cheek twice then his nose once. Surely the stranger would understand that Harry wanted him to keep that name if he did that.

The stranger chuckled again. "Hades it is then." Harry licked the human's cheek once again but his lick turned into a nip. He felt playful all of a sudden. He wanted to play. Another chuckle left the stranger's mouth. "I'm afraid it is time to go to sleep, little one." Harry whined. "You may not be tired but I had a long day."

The stranger gently pushed Harry aside and got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. Harry whined again and mewed to call for the stranger. He wanted to play!

Well, if the human didn't want to play with him, he would play by himself. He quickly looked around, searching for something to play with and eventually set his eyes on a pillow. There were two of them and it looked like the stranger was living alone so surely he had no need for the two of them. Harry got ready and jumped on the pillow. He started to dig his claws into it, enjoying the ripping sound that came out of it. He shook the ripped pillow around, causing feathers to fly around him. Harry felt like he was in Heaven. He had never had so much fun before. He abandoned the ruined pillow and began playing with the flying feathers.

He was busy batting them around with his tiny paws when a booming voice startled him, causing him to fall off the bed. Thankfully, he landed on his paws this time. He looked up to see that the stranger had come out of the bathroom and was glaring daggers at him. Harry mewed apologetically, the last thing he needed now was for the one who was providing him shelter to hate him.

The stranger sighed. "You're a little devil, aren't you?" He pulled his wand out and cast a Reparo on his pillow. Well, now Harry knew that his stranger was not a filthy muggle. Wait, no not his stranger, the stranger. Harry didn't know where this possessiveness was coming from but he hated it.

The stranger slid under the covers and Harry mewed in protest. He wanted to be on the bed as well, surely his- the human wouldn't let him sleep on the floor, right? Sure, there was a carpet that Harry would use as a bed but the stranger's bed had been extremely comfortable and he wanted to be back on it. Harry was about to mew again when he saw his stranger bend over the bed and pick him up.

"If you cause any more trouble, I swear I'll cut you in half." The stranger glared, probably wanting to scare Harry into behaving. But Harry found the stranger more endearing and cute than scary. He crawled from the pillow his stranger had put him on and went to lick the human's cheek.

The stranger chuckled. "I don't scare you at all, do I?" Harry licked his cheek again. No, he did not. "Well, I'm lucky that all of my followers aren't as fearless as you are."

Harry wanted to say that of course he was fearless, he was a Potter-Black, he had nothing to fear but he merely mewed instead and wagged his tail excitedly. "No! No playing." The stranger exclaimed.

Harry pouted and went back to his pillow. "Well, looks like you're not as disobeying as I thought. Perhaps I could keep you." Harry perked up in surprise at that, but his stranger was already lying on his back with his eyes closed. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess." He mumbled, probably already falling asleep.

Harry felt his heart fill with warmth. He wanted the feeling to go away but he couldn't bring himself to actually make it. He crawled over to his stranger and purred as he nuzzled his neck. He lied down right then and there, flushed against his stranger's neck and he closed his eyes, enjoying his human's body warmth.

It took him a moment to realize what his stranger had said. He had talked about followers. What kind of man had followers? A leader. But the only man who had followers in the Wizarding World was Voldemort, well as far as Harry knew at least. Could his stranger be Voldemort? No , not hisstranger. The stranger. The man didn't belong to Harry. Harry looked up at the stranger and the first thing he noticed was that he was fast asleep. He was even more beautiful when he was asleep. His features were slack with sleep and he looked peaceful and content. He looked young, really young, barely a couple years older than Harry himself. But above all, he looked human, a beautiful human. The last time Harry had seen Voldemort, he looked like a snake, a pale and lifeless snake. But there he was, ressembling a human. He reminded Harry of the Tom Riddle he had met in the Chamber of Secrets on his second year, only he looked a few years older.

Harry was sure that this man was Tom Riddle, almost. He was not against the idea of getting a confirmation. But, obviously, if his stranger indeed was Voldemort, Harry couldn't possibly stay here. He despised fleeing but he was no suicidal man, he valued his life and he didn't want to lose it. Well, the man didn't even know that he was Harry Potter-Black and he didn't need to know. Harry was safe as long as he was a cat. Once he turned back to his human form however... Well, that was another matter altogether. A shiver ran through Harry's tiny body. He needed to get away before he turned back. He would flee as soon as he could.

Harry sat up, not feeling tired at all anymore. He was bored out of his mind. He didn't want to think about the fact that his stranger would kill him in a heartbeat if he discovered who he truly was. So he needed something to keep himself occupied. He padded over to the edge of the bed and looked down, just as he had done before. It was awfully high. He felt like he would break his neck if he jumped down and the mere thought made his world spin. He would have never thought that he was one to be afraid of heights but it looked like he was. Or perhaps it was just due to his small size. He took a deep breath and jumped but not before throwing a last glance at his stranger. He refused to call him either Tom or Voldemort just yet. He would do so once he had the confirmation he sought, he would just be his- a stranger for now.

He landed on his paws once again and nearly cheered. It looked like he was getting the hang of it. He padded around the room, taking time to look around. Everything had an ethereal look to it as it was hit by the bright moon light. Harry had caught it lighting his stranger's face right before he jumped, making him look like he was an angel fell from Heaven. A huge yawn broke Harry's jaw but he ignored it. He wanted to find a mirror and the sooner, the better because once he had had a look at himself, he would be able to go back to bed and have a good night sleep, cuddled against his stranger.

He grinned when he caught sight of the bathroom door which was ajar, just enough for Harry to slip inside. The bathroom was in complete darkness but Harry could see quite clearly, probably thanks to him being a cat. Harry put his tiny paw on the door and pushed, just enough to get in more easily. The door's hinges squeaked as Harry pushed, creating an acute creaking sound. He quickly turned around to check whether his stranger had woken up or not. The man merely turned in his sleep which made Harry sigh in relief. He swiftly slipped into the bathroom, not wanting to disturbe his stranger any further.

His eyes immediately fell on the mirror above the sink which his stranger had washed him in earlier. He needed to find a way to reach it. He couldn't quite jump to the sink in one go, it was way too high and there was no furniture underneath for him to jump on. There was a bathtub though and it was just the right size for Harry to jump on the side and he could jump to the sink from there. Harry got to work and jumped, easily landing on the side but he slipped and fell to the bottom of it where it was still slightly wet from when his stranger had taken a bath or a shower, Harry didn't know. He huffed in annoyance and shook the water off his fur. He hated being wet. He tried to jump back on the side of the bathtub but slipped again. He mewed in protest. He was way to tired to waste time slipping. He jumped yet again and beamed as he didn't slip this time, he managed to put all four of his paws on the bathtub side. He was one step away from reaching the mirror, he just had to jump to the sink now. He could reach the sink without jumping, just by extending his paw but he didn't want to slip again and if he extended his forepaw, he would have to push on his hindpaws and surely he would fall back.

He braced himself and jumped, landing deep into the sink. He cheered inwardly, he had made it! He sat up straight and put his forepaws on the mirror. He finally looked at himself, he finally had the chance to look at himself, his new self. He had thought that he was a cat but he realized that he had been wrong all along. He was not a cat, he was a kitten. He was small, really small. He couldn't be taller than seven or eight inches. He had a pitch black fur which made his big silver gray eyes stand out. He moved around slightly, just to check that it was really him. He moved his ears, his paws, he opened his mouth, revealing pointy little teeth and a thin red tongue. He was a kitten, a tiny kitten. He already knew that he was a cat but seeing it was entirely different. He couldn't deny the truth anymore. He had been turned into a kitten by a Weasley, a freaking Weasley. He would get his revenge.

Harry yawned again and decided that it was time to go back to bed. He slid back into the sink, went to the other side and looked at the ground. It was high, higher than the bed. He was not sure whether he wanted to jump or not. It was scary. Eventually, he decided to pass by bathtub once again. He jumped back into the tub, soaking himself into the puddles of water once again. He huffed and shook the water away from his fur. He wished water never existed. He jumped again to get out of the tub but it took him five tries to succeed, every time falling back into the tub. Harry was exhausted when he got out of the bathroom, his eyelids were incredibly heavy. He just wanted to cuddle with his stranger and sleep for days on end.

He cursed when he finally reached the bed. He couldn't climb it. He hadn't thought of that when he had left it. He had been so focused on discovering his new appearance that he hadn't thought about climbing back. He mewed pitifully, pulling on the bedclothes which were hanging from the bed. His claws were ripping them again but he didn't care, he wanted to sleep, he needed to sleep and he wanted to sleep with hisstranger. He knew he sounded like a spoilt and whiny little child but he was a kitten, he had every right to be whiny. He kept whinning and mewed, praying Merlin that his stranger was a light sleeper and that he would wake up and pick him back up and let him sleep on the bed.

But it seemed that luck was not on his side tonight because his stranger didn't wake up. Harry would have cried if he could. He was pretty sure he actually did but it only came out as whiny sounds. He was exhausted and he wanted to cuddle. He didn't how much time he spent mewing and whining, begging his stranger to wake up but eventually, he curled in on himself on the dark and cold carpet. He cried himself to sleep.

Harry startled awake when he felt a large hand pick him up. He opened sleepy gray eyes and was greeted by his stranger's smiling face. "Why did you get down?" He asked softly, his voice hoarse with sleep. Harry whined and rubbed his head against his stranger's cheek. His stranger chuckled. "You were bored, weren't you?" Harry whined again and nipped his stranger's neck. He curled up on his stranger's chest and promptly fell back asleep.

"How am I supposed to get up now?" He heard his stranger mumble before darkness swallowed him up.

Next time Harry woke up, it took him a moment to realize where he was. He heard a light humming and looked up. He was on his stranger's lap who was sitting at his desk, writing something, probably a letter, while absentmindedly humming to himself.

"Awake at last?" His stranger said, chuckling slightly as he looked down at Harry. Harry yawned widely and stretched his aching limbs, digging his claws into his stranger's thighs by doing so. Harry sat up, ignoring his stranger's hiss and wagged his tail excitedly, expecting to be entertained. Surely, his stranger wouldn't ignore him, right?

"No playing yet, little one. I have a letter to finish writing." His stranger said. Harry whined and dug his claws into his stranger's thighs once again. He deserved a little pain. "You Devil." His stranger hissed. Before Harry could comprehend what was happening, he was on the floor.

"Stay put." His stranger ordered him. "Or else I'll have to lock you up in the bathing room."

Harry huffed in annoyance and decided to sulk. If his stranger didn't want to play with him now, then he would stay mad at him all day long. He tried hard, as hard as he could, to not be distracted and act like he was not mad but he grew bored at some point. He felt like his days always came down to boredom. He started playing with the end of his stranger's robes.

But he was picked up, ripped from his toy and put down on the desk. "Alright, I'm done working for the day so we could play until lunch which is two hours from now." His stranger said, smiling sweetly.

Harry was about to lick his cheek in joy but then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad, and mad he would stay. He huffed and stubbornly turned around, his back facing his stranger.

"Oh, so you're mad at me now?" His stranger asked. Harry wanted to shout an everlasting list of insults at him but he could only growl. His stranger sighed. "Come on, don't be mad." He sighed. "Aren't you hungry?"

Harry saw very well what his stranger was trying to do and he would not give in. He was no ordinary kitten and he was not stupid enough to give in if someone offered him food. Harry was about to growl again but his stomach growled first, showing his stranger that he was actually starving. Harry would have blushed if he could.

"You are hungry." His stranger said, he had a talent for stating the obvious. "Come on, stop sulking and I'll get you some breakfast." Harry huffed and defiantly raised his chin up. He would not give in. "How about a good bowl of milk. Would you like that?"

Harry's tummy growled even louder, restless at the idea of having some warm milk. He couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and whined. He was starving. Besides, he was tired of sulking. He wanted to spend time with his stranger.

"I knew I could buy out of sulking." His stranger chuckled and for half a second, Harry was tempted to start sulking again. "So, a bowl of milk, hm?" Harry got up and wagged his tail excitedly. His stranger waved his wand and a bowl full of warm milk appeared next to Harry which he happily lapped up. He had never had such good milk before. He briefly thought about staying here forever just so that he could have some milk every morning.

He looked up at his stranger once he was done with his breakfast, expecting him to play a game with him but then his stranger cursed under his breath. "Well, looks like there will be no playing just yet."

Harry pouted. No , he wanted to play! "Someone just passed the wards. I'll just go and see who it is and then I'll come back so we can play all day long." His stranger got up from his chair and Harry mewed in protest. He didn't want his stranger to leave him. "No, I'm not taking you with me, little one. You stay here and I'll come back as soon as I can." He walked to the door. "No misbehaving, okay?" He added before closing the door.

Harry was left alone and he had no idea what to do. He would probably get bored again, and his stranger had told him to behave so he couldn't possibly cause any trouble. And everytime he tried to have fun, he ended causing trouble so that meant no having fun.

Well, he did not have to obey after all.

*HP*TR*