"If brewed properly the Slumber Antidote can be used to restore sleep to those under sleepless curses or potions. This potion is particularly difficult to brew (despite the fact that it has basic ingredients) for the sole reason of its close relation to the Feline Potion which turns the drinker temporarily into a cat or kitten. A single ingredient wrong could cause the drinker to take the form of a cat for as long as a week, depending on the ingredient wrong."

Hermione meowed a curse as she read the last sentence. So she could be stuck in Snape's dungeon for up to a week. If it weren't for the fact that she was way behind in schoolwork and that her friends might worry, she really wouldn't mind staying that long. Though she hated to admit it, she had become rather fond of the Devil-Potions Teacher. She tried to stay in denial of this fact, but she couldn't stop the smile on her face or the purring in her chest whenever he came back from teaching. And he would always pet her and give her a bowl of fresh milk (which she had taught herself how to lap up properly).

She had just gotten a book from on of Snape's many shelves and had been searching for half an hour for information about an improperly brewed Slumber Antidote. Though it had been very simple to find a book with the information, it had taken her some time to figure out how to turn pages with her paws and teeth without tearing the pages.

Now that she was done with this passage she turned back to the shelves lining the dungeon walls, her small brown eyes scanning the titles of books for one that looked promising. She spotted one on the 6th shelf in front of her. Leaving her present book on the floor, she ran to the bookshelf and began to jump up the shelves. When she reached the row of books she wanted, she began to pull and tug at a book titled "Incorrect Potions with Animal Reactions." She had it nearly out when the door behind her opened and she nearly flew back off the shelf, but was able to catch herself. The book, however, wasn't so lucky. Her claws had gotten caught on the spine and when she had flown back, it had come out the rest of the way and landed with a heavy THUMP onto the floor.

Severus Snape swooped away from the Potion's Classroom after class with the sixth years feeling coldly satisfied. He had taken a total of 40 points from Gryffindor, bullied Longbottom to the point of panic and given Potter a D on his essay. Yes, today had been good so far. But, he couldn't help feel a bit curious as to where the third part of the Dream Team was. Hermione Granger had been missing from class for the last few days and he lack of presence had been very obvious with the decrease of answers and questions.

Not that he missed that. The peace and quiet in the classroom had been very comfortable for the last few days.

As he neared his own rooms, his thoughts changed to think about the small kitten waiting there. He usually hated animals as much as he did people, but cats had always been different for a strange reason. He didn't know why, but he had always had a soft spot for cats. Except Mrs. Norris. He despised that ugly thing. And it wasn't only the fact that he liked cats that he had taken this kitten in. There had been something sort of familiar about her. A familiar sort of comforting presence. She had an attitude that he couldn't quite remember where he had known it before.

He shrugged off his wonderings as he reached the doorway to his room. He spoke the password and was greeted with a sharp meow and a heavy thump, as if a book had fallen, as he walked in. He looked up and spotted the kitten as she barely kept her balance on a high shelf of books. He raised an eyebrow.

"I like you, kitten, but if you destroy things, you'll have to leave," he said to her, closing the door so no one would hear him talking to a kitten.

She meowed a tart reply and leapt lightly from the shelf to the floor, looking up at him with those very uncat-like (yet pretty) brown eyes. The corner of his mouth turned up in a grin as he bent down to pet her. She purred and arched her back under his hand. Still smiling he picked up the book and placed it back on the shelf. His hand lingered as he read the title; "Incorrect Potions with Animal Reactions". Was there a special reason that it had been that book the kitten had knocked to the floor? He looked back at her. She was sitting on an old robe, licking her paw innocently.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the idea that the kitten might not be what she seemed. Maybe it was just coincidence it had been this book to fall. He left the bookshelf and went to his desk to grade papers. Halfway there he nearly tripped over another book on the floor.

He looked at the kitten scornfully. "You're almost as numerous with books as Hermi-" he stopped his scolding as he caught sight of the title of the page the book was turned to:

"Cat Transformations from an Incorrect Slumber Antidote."

He looked back the kitten with wide eyes, but all suspicions were driven from his mind as he spotted what she was doing. The small cat was digging her claws into the robe she was sitting on. He hurried over to her as he heard a long rip.

"Will you stop destroying things?" he snapped, snatching her up in one hand and the ripped robe in the other. He held it up so he could see the long rip going from the shoulder down the side of the sleeve.

"Well, that's ruined," he grumbled, looking at the purring in his hand. He sneered at her and, dropping the robe to the floor, he placed her on top of it. "You have it. You need a place to sleep anyway and something of your own to rip to shreds.

She purred louder and began to claw the robe again. He shook his head and went to grade his papers, deciding to ponder riddles later.

He was halfway finished when he was interrupted by the kitten jumping onto his desk and sitting on the rest of the papers.

"What is it, kitten?" he asked

She meowed and jumped off the desk, walking over to the now empty bowl the he usually put her milk in. He sighed.

"Milk?" he said, getting to his feet. She leapt after him and curled around his legs, purring loudly.

"Now stay here," he told her.

She meowed loudly, giving him a very "I-don't-want-to-stay-here" look. He sighed.

"All right, but no meowing," he told her. The last thing he wanted was for some ignorant student to see him being nice to a small fuzzy animal.

She purred louder and followed him out the door.

Harry couldn't sleep. He was worried about Hermione. No one had seen her anywhere for the last two days. He was worried that she might be in trouble or hurt in some way. He also hated not doing something about it. He couldn't do anything about it. He didn't have enough information. Simply that she had disappeared two nights ago, she hadn't made Ron his sleep potion, and no one had seen her since.

Harry tossed and turned in bed. There had to be something else. Some other clue as to where she had gone. Throwing off his covers, he went to the end of his bed and got out his invisibility cloak. Tossing it on to his shoulders, he left the dorm quietly. He had to get out and do something. Even if he couldn't find anything out.

Slipping through the portrait, he followed his feet to where ever they led him. It took him a short while to notice he was headed in the direction of the kitchen. He wondered at this, but he had learned to trust his instincts. He also noticed he was taking the long way, past the dungeons. He thought maybe he should turn away from the direction, that Snape might be prowling through, but something made him keep going.

He had been hoping to pass by the dungeons as quick as possible, but he had to stop when he heard footsteps and a low hum coming from the corridor. He moved towards the wall so not to bump into them, and waited.

He had expected Snape to come swooping down, robe flared out in all it's "glory", and his dark presence looming like a shadow, but what was following him kind of ruined the whole effect. At Snape's heals was a small brown, bushy haired kitten. The hum he had heard was the purring coming from it as it trotted happily along after the Potions master, weaving around his legs every once in a while and purring till it echoed in the hall.

It looked all so strange, Harry began to follow them. It seemed there had been a reason for him going the long way to the kitchen, as he followed them to the portrait of the bowl of fruit and then slipped in right behind them.

Keeping a safe distance away, Harry watched as Snape reached into one of the refrigerators and pulled out a carton of milk. Then, putting the carton under his cloak, he walked swiftly out, the kitten purring loudly as it followed him.

It took Harry a moment to register what he had seen. Professor Snape, the evilest professor of the school, hated by all and feared by most, cold as ice and stiffer that stone, had a fuzzy pet kitten.

The thought was so absurdly funny, that Harry burst out laughing.

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