(Harry Potter / Cats (musical)

First of all this is not a musical at all, nor will singing take place in it. I am good at writing and love music. But I am no good at writing music.

Now that being said, this idea came when I was listening to the Cats soundtrack while at work. This will be a short story over all, but do enjoy and review down bellow. )

Chapter 01

Harry let out a soft growl of annoyance as he paced about the upper platforms of Kings Cross Station. He was currently waiting for a train to depart so he might leave London and leave several of his problems far behind. He was planning on sneaking onto the rear railcar as soon as he saw an opening, but so far that part of his plan was not working as it was getting closer to the trains departure time, and the car was still filled with people loading packages and luggage into it.

Now for most this would normally be a rather big problem. Sneaking onto a train, while everyone is watching it about to depart is not easy, even more so when you are carrying a fairly large amount of items around with you. Then staying on said train without a ticket, plus being under age. It was all something that would not end well if you were caught.

However, in Harry's case most of these problems were reduced to manageable levels. For one, it was nearly midnight, so the station was empty of almost entirely empty of people. He had also placed all his items in a limitless and weightless bag about the size of a small purse. As such it would appear as if he was only carrying a money bag around. And lastly, he was a small cat, which further helped him to stay unnoticed.

For most normal people this would seem an odd set of things to be said about a human teen just a little older than fifteen. But Harry was not normal, not in the slightest. For one, he was a wizard with four years of training behind him. And he had three more to go, at least till he decided running away was a wiser bet than staying and dealing with more craziness just to try and return to school.

Now, as a wizard Harry had many strange adventures and powers. But the one that stood out quite clearly right now as the fact that he was a cat, not a human. This was because Harry Potter was an Animagus. Which was a witch or wizard that could turn, without the aid of a wand, into some sort of animal or creature. In Harry's case, he was a small extra skinny black cat with a white patch down his belly, and bright emerald green eyes.

With this form, he could do a lot more things, than he could as a human. Not so much because he was actually able to do more physically, rather he had more freedom to move about where he pleased. He could travel unhindered about his home town. Or indeed escape it like he had done earlier that day. After all no one looking out for a human would pay a second glance to a small scrawny cat, even wearing a small pack.

Harry sighed and glanced up to where Hedwig was, sitting up high in the rafters of the station. This was going to be their only chance to escape. The Nighttime Mail Train was different than most of the trains that stopped at this station. For one, it had several luggage cars, designed to transport larger items, while only the front two cars were open for passengers. And since these rear cars were loaded up while at the main station, they were accessible to most anyone, at least for now.

Suddenly Harry saw the men leave the rear most luggage car. As they walked away and Harry knew he would not get a better chance. So, taking off at a sprint Harry bolted for the car. His bag swung about on his back, the makeshift harness barely holding it in place. Harry bounded down the stairs and towards the trains open door. Hedwig took off behind him, diving to catch up. And with a little bit of luck the pair was able to make it in, slipping into the luggage car before anyone noticed their movements.

They quickly searched for a hiding spot and found one, a large opening on the top set of shelves behind a large trunk. It was more than roomy enough for the pair, and it would keep Hedwig from view. As she was a snowy owl, her feathers would easily give her away in any other spot. Hedwig found a spot to stand and had soon fallen asleep, her head under her wing. Harry on the other hand, stood near the edge of the luggage racks. Looking down to the floor below and out to the door.

"We actually did it," Harry said, laughing a little to himself.

This plan, of escaping on a train for parts unknown was a long shot. And it had not been easy either considering who was likely to be after him. Which was really everyone at this point. Friends, enemies and government officials all for different reasons. And only one of them was likely to be kind to Harry if they found him.

For Harry, as a wizard, was held under several laws concerning the use of his magic. The first and foremost for him was underage magic. It was not until Harry turned seventeen would he be considered an adult by the magical community. So he could not legally use magic outside he school, or a highly magical area. And he could for sure not use it in front of a non-magical person otherwise known as a muggle.

Now, that being said, he could use magic in a select few situations came to pass. One of those had come up just two day ago. And even though Harry should not be expelled from school for saving both his own, and Dudley's life, his cousin. The Ministry of Magic, had decided that Harry should be expelled from school and his wand snapped.

The only reason Harry had not run away right then as several more letters showed up, basically saying to stay put and that Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster at Harry's school was working it out. In the end, they decided that Harry was have a review of his case to see if he should be expelled from school and his wand snapped. That would take place in two weeks.

So, Harry had no reason to leave, at least not yet. He had then sent Hedwig, with letters, to his friends asking what was going to happen next. He needed some sort of answers or information, he was in big trouble anything they could tell him might prove to be a useful aid. Or even better yet, tell him when he might be leaving to a safer location.

However, they did not reply, not one letter had been written. Even though Hedwig had proved to be rather bad temper in her manner to get them to write a response. When it had proven to be utterly useless, she tried to return to Harry. However, before she had left for Harry, the others in the house had seen it that Hedwig could not return to Harry. Locking her up in an owl cage as to keep her from being tracked, or so Hedwig claimed.

Hedwig, though, was not a normal owl and with the aid of Crookshanks, Hermione Harry's friend's cat, had escaped. She had brought back news, thanks to Crookshanks again, about what was actually going on. It was this news, and the fact she had been locked up that made Harry realize he was no longer safe at the Dursley's home.

It seemed that Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters, read minions, and had chosen not to reveal themselves to the wizarding world as a whole yet. And the Ministry, or at least several of the people in charge of it, had decided Harry was nothing more than an attention seeking brat who wanted to stir up trouble. While the Order of the Phoenix, a group led by Dumbledore, had reformed and was doing all it could to prevent Voldemort from gaining anymore power.

Now the Order it seemed had expected some sort of attack on Harry since he had gone home for the summer. And had been stationing guards for his safety at all times. Problem was this proved to be utter useless as one of them had left in the middle of his shift, right before Harry had been attacked. And without someone to back up Harry's story of fighting for his very soul, the Ministry was going to expel him.

Harry honestly thought Dumbledore was a bit of an idiot at the moment. Harry's best friends, the next most likely targets, for their own safety had been taken into the Order headquarters. But Harry target number one had been left out in the open. Not only that but if what was going on at the Ministry was true, they would move up the trial time and expel Harry before he could make it there.

Plus the only reason it seemed for Harry's seclusion at his Aunt and Uncles house, was because Dumbledore felt Harry had a link to Voldemort's mind. And Voldemort might use it as a way into Harry own mind. Harry would have laughed if the situation had been any less serious. While it was true Harry had a link, it was now only one way.

It was one of the few things he had learned thanks to his cats form. It had a great sense of magic around him and what it could be used for. And the magic in his scar told him many things. The first being it had once help a piece of Voldemort's souls, but since the ritual that brought Voldemort back to life had been completed, there was now only a one sided link between them. As said ritual had taken that piece of soul and given it back to Voldemort.

And there was another reason Harry felt Dumbledore was idiot, for Hermione and Ron, Harry's two best friends. Had found out nothing useful from their normal methods of spying and learning. So even if Harry had been with them, he would have heard nothing of use. Meaning this whole mess was Dumbledore's fault for leaving him at his Uncle's home without even so much a word of warning.

It was for these reasons. Dumbledore increasingly short sightedness, and the fact the Ministry could make a surprise move. The locking or attempted locking up of Hedwig was just a cherry on top of the terrible cake. That made Harry realize it was time to leave.

Luckily for Harry, he was prepared in a lot more ways than one. He had picked up the bag during a trip to the local village while at school. He figured it might prove to be useful having something he could just pack all his belongings in without lugging around a massive trunk. And he had learned to shift into a cat during the summer later on during his fourth year at school. And had mastered it when he had returned to his Uncles. So with all the items packed up in the bag, Harry had rigged a harness for the pack. Turned into a cat, with some help from Hedwig put it on. Then they fled.

Their first stop was Diagon Alley. Which was a hidden part of London that the magical witches and wizards of England used as their main hub of commerce. Harry had changed back, stocked up on supplies, as well as made sure his bank accounts could not be accessed by anyone but himself. It would not do him any good if his own vault, or his parents were to be stolen form. Then after filling his own money bag, Harry had left the wizard London for the muggle side.

He decided it would do him some good to make for the northern reaches of England and up into Scotland. Hogwarts, Harry's school, was located up there. And if Harry could hide up inside the school, with his new form, invisibility cloak, and magical map of the castle. He could in theory hide in the school forever.

Moreover, Harry felt he might actually try taking a girl out on a date if this thing ever blew over. And watching others at school might give him an idea who he all wanted to date. Hedwig, had suggested several times to take Hermione out. When Harry asked why, Hedwig explained that it took Hermione being threaten with magical oaths to keep her from writing to him about everything. Even then she still had to be restrained from delivering Dumbledore a kick squarely between the legs for that kind of requirement.

It made Harry realize just how much Hermione cared for him. But she was not the only one Hedwig had suggested, nor the only one Harry had thought about. Ginny was one girl, but Harry was not quite sure on her. She looked a great deal like his mother in her younger photos. Plus, she had a very big fan girl thing going on most of the time she was around him, though that had vanished some last year.

There was of course, Ginny's friend Luna. Hedwig had suggested this one as well. Harry had seen her only twice since she had come to Hogwarts, for she was in a different year and house. Hedwig had seen her wandering around Hogwarts a few times. And from what she had seen and heard, the girl was very much like Harry, however without any friends and a slightly stranger father she was a little crazy. She need a friend to ground her again and badly.

"It is just too bad I cannot just have all of them," Harry mused to himself.

If he was honest with himself, he would not mind being with all three girls. Each had their strong point, and he could see no problem being with and loving several people at once. True, there would be chances at the group could fall apart. But that was part of being a family, to work through the hard parts, and become one. It might take everything they had to do it, but the reward and closeness they had would be something no one else would ever have.

For Harry, who never had true memories of a family, the idea of having three people as his wives, would be a dream come true. He was not even thinking sexual either, though those thoughts did have a bit of sway in his still teenage mind. Still, if he ever had a chance, he would go for it.

Harry stood up and began to walk back towards Hedwig when he heard the soft padding of feet and the clink of a small chain. Turning back around, Harry looked down to the floor of the train car, and saw a cat strutting down the path between the racks of luggage and mail. It seemed to be checking all the items one by one, as if to see they were in their correct slots.

Then as if sensing something the cat turned and looked straight up at Harry in the racks high above. It took two leaping bounds using the other racks and was soon standing in front of Harry. Their eyes, almost precisely alike stared down each other in an unblinking gaze. Harry did not back down, not wanting to get caught nor thrown off because this cat. But likewise, the cat did not back down either.

Finally, the cat spoke, "Why are you here? And why is an owl with you?"

"We…" Harry looked rather apprehensive.

As Harry's mind tried to supply an answer he studied the cat standing in front of him. It was a dirty orange and black stripped cat, but with a tiger like striping. But even if this was an odd coloring, it was not the oddest feature on the cat. For it was wearing a small vest, with white undershirt. Along his underside was a small chain, and Harry could just make out a gold watch at the end.

"You are an odd-looking cat," Harry said, unable to help himself.

"Odd?" The cat said, then chuckled, "I suppose so. But I like my outfit. Though, you have not answered my question yet, and please don't lie to me. It will not help you in the least."

"Very well, you may call me Harry," Harry said before gesturing with his tail, at Hedwig, "And that is my closest friend, Hedwig. We are, kind of on the run and took this train as no one who knows us would think of use taking this method."

"On the run, from what?" The cat asked, looking at the pair with increasing interest.

"I broke the law while saving myself and my cousin. However, the Ministry doing everything it can to discredit me, so they are likely going to try and punish me for saving the lives of the both of us," Harry explained, then unable to help himself yawned.

"I see, do you swear you will not cause trouble on this train?" The Cat asked.

"I promise," Harry said, "Though that really does not mean much."

"I trust you word young cat. Rest with your friend, but when you awake, I want to hear this story entirely," The cat said and turned to go.

"Wait, can I at least known you name, or have something to call you?" Harry asked.

The cat turned back and smiled at him, "The name is Skimbleshanks. Skimble for short."

"Thank you Skimbleshanks," Harry said, before Skimbleshanks bounded down and took off down the rows of luggage.

Harry yawned again, his mouth opening wide, before turning and heading over to Hedwig. He curled up by her side, his pack making it a little awkward, but soon that did not matter as he was fast asleep. He slept for several hours as the train finally left the station and moved out, heading north through the country. It stopped several times, but neither Harry nor Hedwig woke. Skimbleshanks came to check on them from time to time. But each time he saw them still fast asleep, it seemed exhausted from their day's events.

Now Skimbleshanks was in many ways a special cat, indeed many of his clan were. They called themselves Jellicle cats, but really that was just a fun name they had come up with. However, while the name was fun, the cats themselves were truly special. Most cats took up jobs and posts around England. And many of them were longer lived then the humans they stayed with. Skimbleshanks, for that matter, who appeared to be only two or three years old at most, was actually closer to forty years and still very young.

The cats of the Jellicle clan were also well known to be very curious. Anything that came within reach of their direct influence had to be studied and learned about. In Skimbleshanks's case, all the items and news that passed through his train he had to know about. He knew what each package contained, and who took the railway and where they were headed. And most times even what their business was.

Now in the case of Harry, Skimbleshanks had heard his name several times before. He knew of a few dozen people who had that very same name. But he knew none of those people could be this Harry. Instead it was from his relation from the magical world that had spoken Harry and drew Skimbleshanks thoughts.

The first of these was Mister Mistoffelees. He was Skimbleshanks cousin, but fair more in tune with the ways of the magical world. He lived with two witches for that matter. And Mistoffelees had many years ago mentioned there had been a war going on, in which a wizard had gone dark. And was defeated by a young baby boy named Harry Potter. However, the boy had vanished from the wizarding world, and had not been heard about, or seen for ten years.

However, the next bit of news that reach Skimbleshanks's pointed ears did not come from Mistoffelees, but rather another cat. In this case, it was Skimbleshanks's own family, his grandson Crookshanks. Crookshanks had been taken in by one of the first-generation witches, Hermione Granger, who also happened to be a friend of Harry.

His news was less frequent, as his owner was around much more often than Mistoffelees's own owner. But last Skimbleshanks had heard from Crookshanks, was the dark lord had returned, and that Harry was the target. This however contradicted Mistoffelees's own news which was that the Ministry of Magic had said 'officially' that the Dark Lord could never return.

But never had the information said anything about Harry being able to turn into a cat, nor indeed about him owning a snowy owl. Not that Skimbleshanks was worried about these facts. Wizards who could turn into animals were very rare, and often did not inform others of their skills right away. As for the owl, outside the fact she was a snowy, an uncommon breed for this location, almost all wizards had owls.

Finally, when it was about an hour till the train reached its last stop, Skimbleshanks figured it would be best if he woke up the pair. It would not do them any good to be found out when the last of the luggage was pulled out. He would have them move to another spot in the luggage car, where they could remain hidden till it was safe to disembark. In the meantime, he would use that time to get the information he wished out of Harry. After all, Jellicle cats were above all other things curious.

Harry must have been a great deal more exhausted than Skimbleshanks had thought. Or slept in a much sleep than cats could normally reach, for it took Skimbleshanks three minutes of poking Harry and calling his name before he started rousing. When he did, he was a little annoyed, but his temper was soon soothed as he saw Skimbleshanks.

"Morning, I think," Harry yawned, "What do you need?"

"You guys to move to another spot. We are about to reach our last stop, and it wouldn't do for you guys to be found out now," Skimbleshanks explained.

"Very well," Harry said, and with his tail woke Hedwig.

With that done the small group quickly moved to a far corner of the car, where divider wall would keep the group hidden. Once safely hidden away, Skimbleshanks left, but he would return as soon as his job was done. Then they would have to tell him everything.

They waited talking quietly with each other. Hedwig, it seemed what a lot more protective of Harry than he had ever realized before the change. True, he had annoyed her greatly before, and the picking of a different owl to send letters and packages had angered her to no end. But when she had seen his distress on her fights about the castle, she regretted each and every moment of it.

Now, she had promised, not long after she had made up with him that year, that short death, she would never again willingly leave his side. Harry found it was very comforting that she had made this promise. As it was why she had done everything in her power to return with the news from the order, in spite of everything that had been put in her way.

When train began to slow for its final stop, the pair fell silent. They waited, only able to see out the very few windows, the country side. Till finally the train came to a stop at a smallish looking platform. It was only two minutes after this before the large door to the luggage car was shoved open, and the last few items emptied from it.

Their hiding place for most of the trip was one of the last areas to be cleaned out. The men who had cleared out the luggage, left the door wide open and soon left. Harry waited for a few minutes before making up his mind to see if the coast was clear, when Skimbleshanks jumped up to the rack they were on.

"So, now that I have time, care to give me the full story. Or better yet, your full name," Skimbleshanks said, walking about the small area a few times before sitting down and looking at the pair.

"My name is Harry Potter, and this is Hedwig, she is my closest and most loyal friend," Harry answered.

"So I was right. Would you happen to known any cats by the name of Mistoffelees, or Crookshanks?" Skimbleshanks asked, then as an afterthought, "Or a cat named Mrs. Norris."

"I… I know of Crookshanks, and Mrs. Norris. Hermione owns Crookshanks, and Mrs. Norris and I know each other but we both have a mutual dislike of each other," Harry answered in a little bit of surprise.

"Interesting, so you are indeed Harry Potter, the supposed Savior of the Magical Great Britain. The Boy Who Lived, if I remember Mistoffelees correctly," Skimbleshanks said.

"Yeah, supposed and currently believed to be a fame abscess delusional teen. The Daily Prophet, our main newspaper, has been dropping in hints about how crazy I have been for a while now," Harry said, glaring at the floor of the shelf.

The glare was so intense, Skimbleshanks almost expected for Harry to burn a hole straight through it. Skimbleshanks studied Harry for several minutes as Hedwig got Harry to slowly calm down. Once that was done, and Harry was purring lightly, Skimbleshanks had made up his mind.

"Harry, with all due respect, tell me everything that had happened. Not just what made you leave your home, but what is really going on. Mistoffelees and Crookshanks have given me a very spotted picture of you, and I would like a clear one." Skimbleshanks asked.

"I can, but why would you want to know everything?" Harry asked.

"For a few reasons. First of all, depending on how bad it is, I will try and get you some help from my clan. Two, a full picture is always better than spots, it will tell me what type of person you really are. And third and most importantly, I am just curious, and as a cat, being able to satisfying that curiosity is very important." Skimbleshanks explained.

This got both Harry and indeed Hedwig laughing a little bit, as Hedwig asked in a joking fashion, "So curiosity killed that cat is a real thing?"

"No, it never was, after all being curious does not get you killed. But it can lead to the thing that does," Skimbleshanks answered, but with an amused smile.

Harry smiled, "Well, my story does not really begin with me, and please forgive me as I lack a lot of information, but a boy named Tom Riddle. He is the one that became Lord Voldemort, earlier on in his youth he became set on the so-called purity of Wizard's and Witch's blood. As he grew older he also became obsessed with living forever."

"Now about a decade or so before I was born he and his group of followers appeared and began taking over. Wiping out those born to non-magic families. Now, a year before I was born, a prophecy was made about who would have the power to defeat Voldemort. And so he went after me, attacking my family and then failing to kill me."

"We found out about the Prophecy thanks to Crookshanks, who has been spying on the Order of the Phoenix. The Order is a group led by a man name Albus Dumbledore, and they were formed to fight Voldemort back when he first gained power. And has reformed again," Hedwig explained.

"So, why were you not told about the Prophecy?" Skimbleshanks asked.

"I am guessing Albus wished to spare me some sort of great burden," Harry said, his tone bitter, "But we will get to why that was pointless soon enough."

Skimbleshanks nodded, "So you come into the picture now?"

Harry sighed, "Yes, sort of. After he killed my mother and father, he then tried to kill me. The curse rebounded upon him. It destroyed him and ruined my parents' home pretty badly, from what I understand. Reduced to the weakest of spirits Voldemort fled, and the others began showing up. I was rescued form the house by Dumbledore."

"Now, before Dumbledore was a choice. He knew many of Voldemort's followers would remain at large for days if not weeks to come. So he decided that I was to stay at my relations, the Dursley family. Now as Dumbledore had to get the news out, he gave me to Rubeus Hagrid, and charged him with getting me there. Before Hagrid could leave, he met my Godfather Sirius Black. Sirius tried to take me but failed, and I was sent to live with my mother's sister's family." Harry said, his tone rather dull.

"Not long after I was put there, several death eaters were rounded up and put in prison some found ways to keep out. Either by money or information. One person who had been rounded up though was my Godfather, as he had supposedly revealed my family's location to Voldemort. While the real spy, a man named Peter Pettigrew, escaped," Harry let out a soft hiss as he said that name.

"Peter Pettigrew, that sounds familiar," Skimbleshanks commented.

"He is similar to me, however he can turn into a rat, but more on that later," Harry said with a small chuckle, "There is a lot of information to get through before we even get to my part it would seem."

"True, but a good story always has a fair bit of information to add to it," Skimbleshanks said, a small smile on his face.

"Yes, anyway for the next ten years I lived at my aunt's house. And for each of those ten years I had no idea about any of this, nor even of magic. You see, my Uncle and Aunt despise magic with a passion and hate the mere mention of it. So, it was not until my eleventh birthday when everything came out. Hagrid came and brought me, my letter to attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Harry said, smiling at the memory.

"I was so happy but also so worried they might have made a mistake. But I am glad it was indeed very real, I got Hedwig that day as my first real birthday gift as well," Harry said, smiling happy before his faced became a frown, "However things with Voldemort where in motion again. As while I was buying my school things, a man working for Voldemort tried to steal the Sorcerous Stone from the bank."

"I see, did you find out it then," Skimbleshanks asked.

"No, you see, Hagrid had taken the stone that day out of the bank, right before the robbery was to take place. Anyway, I went back to the Dursley's for a month, then I left for school on September first. On the ride up, I met my first friend Ron Weasley, as well as the name of my soon to be enemy and rival student Draco Malfoy."

"Now for a while, things at school went along rather normally, I got onto the House Quidditch team. It was not till Halloween, that day my parents were killed did something odd happen. A troll got into the school. While all students made their way back to their dorms, I remembered one student who did not know, Hermione Granger, who Ron had upset earlier that day. She had not been at the Halloween Feast and so did not hear about the troll. I left to find her dragging Ron along," Harry explained.

"You upset her?" Skimbleshanks asked confused.

"No Ron did, and I was the one who dragged him to find her. We found her, and beat the troll just barely. Escaped, and have been friends since then for the most part. Anyway, the next thing that happen did not show up till the first Quidditch match, when someone jinxed my broom nearly killing me. Later on, when we were speculating as to who it might have been at Hagrid's house, he let slip the name Nicholas Flamel. We searched for it, for many a day till finally it was after Christmas when we found out who it was."

"The creator of the stone," Skimbleshanks said, surprising Harry.

"Yes, how did you know?" Harry asked, confused how a cat would know of him.

"He and his wife owned a cat, who was given the elixir of life. My great, great Grandfather and leader of our clan was that cat. He is still around," Skimbleshanks explained.

"Now that is someone I would like to meet," Harry said, honest curiosity plan in his features.

"Indeed, that the cat in you speaking or your own desires," Skimbleshanks asked, smirking a little.

"I have always been way to curious for my own good, so maybe both," Harry said smiling.

"Yes, but you always escape, so maybe you have those fabled nine lives as well," Hedwig pointed out.

"Maybe, anyway with this new information, we held off on finding anymore on the stone for a while. Or indeed even figure out what else was guarding it, we saw Hagrid one day in the library. Ron confronted him, and he said he would explain everything to us later. It was that weekend we got a chance to question him, basically confirmed all we knew, Nick was hiding the stone to keep it safe after it was nearly stolen. Then we found out another problem. Hagrid was raising a dragon egg in his hut," Harry said, growling a little bit.

"Did not end well I take it," Skimbleshanks said.

"No it did not, we snuck the dragon away after it hatched, but got caught out of bonds when heading back to our dorms. Detention in the Forbidden Forest, and nearly getting killed for the second time that year. Anyway, after that we kept our heads down, but it was after our tests when we became involved again." Harry said, sighing.

"Harry realized that Hagrid getting a dragon egg was rather odd. After all, raising dragons is illegal, so no one really goes around with dragon eggs in their pocket," Hedwig explained, as Harry had told her his many adventures over the years during the summer.

"Indeed from there we guessed and found out the masked stranger had figured out had to get past the last block between him and the stone. With no other choice, as the teachers would not listen to us, we went down and faced the tasks and barriers blocking the route to the stone," Harry continued.

"Did they stop you?" Skimbleshanks asked.

Harry snorted, "Hardly, as first years we should not have been able to make it past the second task let alone the first if it had been set up correctly, but nearly all three of us made it to the end. Then I went on to face Voldemort and his follower alone. I got the stone, and beat the pair, but barely. After which, said follower died, and Voldemort fled in his spirit form."

"That is quite a tale already," Skimbleshanks pointed out.

"Yes, and that is only the first year," Harry said, feeling this was gone to take a long time.

Indeed, it did, after talking about heading home. Dobby's warning, fleeing to the Weasley's, then the return and attacks through the second year, and final defeat of the memory of Voldemort, an entire hour has passed. Though Skimbleshanks was pleased at the way Harry had freed Dobby near the end of this tale.

Harry did not stop, though and continued on explaining the even with his Godfather during the third year, his escape from wizard prison. The Dementors placed around Hogwarts, and the troubles between Ron, Hermione and himself. Harry was rather saddened when he realized just how badly he had treated Hermione at this time. Though, while he did not tell Skimbleshanks this, he had made several other friends at this time.

Finally, he explained all about the time traveling event. First about how he, Ron and Hermione had gone through it the first time. Then how he and Hermione had gone through it the second time, saving both a Hippogriff, and his Godfather, as well as his first time conjuring his Patronus charm fully. And finally, how the year ended with Lupin leaving the school. It had taken nearly an hour to explain that.

By this point, Harry and Hedwig where both feeling pretty hungry, but Skimbleshanks insisted they continue till the end. They nodded, as Skimbleshanks said he would provide food for them as soon as they were done. With this in mind they charged onto the next year.

Harry's fourth year had even more going on it then the last. First the dreams, then the Quidditch world cup. And then the attack at the camp site. Not to mention the aftermath and problems it caused. Then finally the trip back to Hogwarts and the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament.

They slipped forward in time then till when the other two schools arrive, and the next day when the students were picked. And finally, Harry own name coming out, and the backlash he received from nearly the entire school as well as Ron. Then the newspaper stories that came out that only added to his troubles.

Harry then decided to surmise each of the tasks quickly as the rest of the year only had a few really big things of note. Facing down the dragon, swimming into the heart of the Black Lake, and then the huge maze, before finally touching the cup at the center of the maze with Cedric Diggory.

Then finally Harry explained, lastly of all Voldemort's return, the duel, and escape. Finding out about the spy, and all the secrets being revealed. Then the very last thing of note that year, Fudge, the Minister of Magic reaction to everything. With that done, Harry retold the events of the summer, and all he had figured out with Crookshanks's and Hedwig's help.

"That does settle a lot of my curiosity," Skimbleshanks said, before nodding to the pack and his form, "How did you get that, or gain the ability to change."

"Oh, that happened during my fourth year. You see, when I realized what might happen, I began planning to escape at a moment's notice. This bag helps me in that regard, I have it filled with all my possession, and many different but useful potions. As for my ability, as my Godfather is an Animagus, he sent letters to me how to teach myself. I mastered it just after school got out, rather nice as I used it to escape," Harry said smiling.

"It is truly remarkable your tale," Skimbleshanks said, "And it has given me much to think about. You have after all done more in four years then most of my clan do in a hundred. And that is no small feat."

Harry nodded, "Indeed, but can we do more talking over lunch?"

"Yes, follow me. There is a butcher nearby I can get some good cuts from. That should be able to cover you quite nicely for the time being, then I think it would be a good idea to meet the Clan Leader, he has ages of experience and knowledge, he could advise you and offer more help than I ever could," Skimbleshanks said, before leaping down from the shelf.

Harry and Hedwig followed, as Harry said, "Thanks a lot for all this. I am not sure how I could ever repay you, or this kindness."

"No, the pleasure is all mine," Skimbleshanks said, "We cats must always try and help each other in our times in need. I just hope you pass on that favor."

Harry smiled, "I shall try to, and if I return to Hogwarts, I will try and be kind towards Mrs. Norris."

"Thanks," Skimbleshanks said.

As they left the railcar, the found they were currently in a small town. The butcher was only a few minutes' walk away, and soon Harry and Hedwig were finally able to eat. As they ate Skimbleshanks studied the pair thinking. This was the first time he had ever helped a non-Jellico cat, let alone a human. But after this, he felt that Harry more than anyone he had ever met before needed this help. Skimbleshanks only thought as he let them know he would be back in an hour, was that their leader could actually help Harry.