Crookshanks couldn't believe it. After all this time, finally, the rat that didn't smell like a rat was gone.
Really, in spite of the red-head's loud protests, it was the best thing that could've happened.
Now, if only Crookshanks could ensure that his sworn enemy's disappearance took on a more permanent state.
One thing he was certain of was that if that rat wannabe ever showed its pointy nose in Gryffindor Tower, it would be his very last mistake.
Crookshanks would tear him apart. That non-rat would rue the day they had crossed paths when his body was torn asunder.