A/N: Like I said, there will be more of each chapter if requested. Mooshy-chan, this one's for you!

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING:Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming. This is the second in the Cat Nip series of drabbles.

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

-Previously On...-

"Traitor." The cat looked up and meowed at his godfather, butting the slim fingers that hovered just above his fur. Uncle Sev chuckled softly as he also gave in to the cat. "I thought I petted you asleep the first time around. Did I not give you enough attention?" His godfather stood there, speaking with the small cat as though he understood him. To his, Cormac's, and his godfather's everlasting shock, the cat shook his head no. Instantly, Uncle Sev Summoned a large, thick tome with runic writing on it, flicking through the floating book with frightening speed. "Nundu. You left a Nundu cub on my doorstep. Did you not learn anything in Care of Magical Creatures or did you fool around?" Draco's eyes widened as he heard the disgust as well as the animal being held by his godfather. Oh hell, he'd fucked up royally!

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Severus groaned at the horrified look on Draco's face. His godson looked terrified as he glanced from the cub to him and back. Warm green eyes looked world-weary and the cat hopped down, pawing at his door. He opened it, not expecting the cat to limp out and down the street.

"Merlin... He walked out like he knew we were talking about him." McLaggen commented unecessarily. He shoved his ratty trainers on and walked after the cat, monitoring his gait and making sure the poor thing didn't fall. It stopped after a good fifteen meters and sat down panting. He scooped it up without pause, catching his neighbors staring at him. Well, he normally didn't chase after injured cats, slow pace or not, in his sleepwear; he supposed he'd supplied more than enough gossip. Severus brought the Nundu cub back to his house and firmly closed the door in the Simmons's face.

"Folly, pure folly, cub. You'll be staying with me from now on." Draco and McLaggen had taken the opportunity to skip out of punishment and his wrath. He was answered with an inquiring meow. "Feed you, you say?" A small paw touched his face and he smiled softly. "Alright. Just don't tell anyone that I'm a softie for you. It would ruin the reputation I have crafted for a solid decade."

The Nundu grew by leaps and bounds; at five months, he looked like a tiger. By a year, he had a name (Harry), and was the height of a black bear, but had the sleekness of a panther. Reporters had been frightened off by Harry, who snarled at camera flashes. The students, the troublemakers, stood clear of Harry unless he was in one of his rare indulgent moods with the younger years.

-PoV-

Harry padded about the school, smelling familiar scents. In the back of his mind, he knew he was a human... A Wizard of a particular fame... but he did not wish to be human just yet. He sought out the younger cubs, purring when Ginny petted him.

"Miss Weasley, charms first, Professor Snape's familiar second. Harry, go bother your master." Flitwick ordered sharply. He huffed, padding to the dungeon, opening the door with his paw and laying at the foot of Sev's imposing desk.

"Flitwick kick you out again, Harry?"

-Hmph. It's cause he thinks I'll eat him.-

"And why is that, cat?"

-He smells of fear, Sev. All the time... That and goblin. Ick.-

"Really? Hmm... What are you staring at? Back to brewing if you want to pass NEWT Potions." His master hissed in a deadly soft voice. "Harry, must you distract my class?"

-Hey! Not on purpose... Besides, potions make me sleepy.-

"I can't win with you, can I?"

-Nope.-

"...Just stay there."

-PoV-

Severus lazily fed Harry his table scraps, knowing it wouldn't matter to the Nundu.

-Hey, Sev?-

"Yes, Harry?"

-Flitwick is staring at me again.- Sure enough, the tiny Professor was eyeing his familiar with something akin to fear.

"Filius, desist in staring at Harry. He doesn't like it."

"I'm seeing residual magics around Harry. May I run a few tests?" Harry hissed, baring his white fangs.

"I think not."

"Actually, Severus, I have been seeing that as well."

"He's only been my familiar for a year, of course there is residual magics." He left the 'you absolute idiots' off, but it was implied.

"Bonds don't last that long, even for familiars, Severus."

"Harry is a Nundu; the rules are different for him." The Head Table was silent for a full minute.

"...He's a what?" Minerva finally whispered.

"Nundu. He was dropped off in front of the Malfoy Manor Wards and Draco brought him to me. Harry has been with me for nearly a year." The silence of the Great Hall was more tense than it had been when the Dark Lord had died in it. The Potter brat had also been missing for close to a year... Harry yawned and looked at him with a 'feed me' face. No, his Harry was not the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Defeat-the-Dark Lord.

-PoV-

Harry sighed as he padded alongside his Sev; he was safe being the familiar of the former spy.

"Animagus Revelo!" He hissed and dodged the spell shot at him by McGonagall. In less than five seconds he was atop the elderly Headmistress, his paw cocked back to deliver the poisonous claws to her face.

"Harry!" At Sev's disapproving tone he snarled, moving back to his master's side. "No killing my colleagues. Minerva, what was the meaning of that spell aimed at my familiar?" The deceptively light, soft tone hid the anger his Sev felt.

"He holds the magical signature of one of my Lions." Harry bristled, his lips drawn back in a snarl, tail lashing back and forth.

"He disagrees. Protega Familiaris." A thin blue shield appeared over his fur and settled into it. "Repulso Hostilis. I hope you have enough sense to leave him be."

Ending A/N: What'd ya think? Hmm? Review, review, review!