AN: Sorry it's been so long, everyone, but here's something a bit different and something I had a lot of fun with. So please, read, rate, review, but most importantly, enjoy!

Cat was strolling by the lake, thinking back on her encounter with Draco. Her leg was completely healed and she physically felt better than ever having finally begun her Quidditch training. The fallen leaves coated in a light frost crunched delicately beneath her feet, slightly giving way under her light and methodic step. Cat was simply biding time before Quidditch practice that afternoon and, as it were, the last practice before the first match of the season. Even though Harry would be playing in the game since Cat had been injured, she still felt the anxious excitement from the first game of Quidditch she would ever see.

"Just because I dislike your brother doesn't mean I dislike you as well. You may be siblings but you're nothing alike…" Cat couldn't get the words out of her head; she couldn't make any sense of them. What does that even mean, she thought to herself, where did that even come from? Usually this pondering merely frustrated her when no solution appeared but today the musing was enough to kill some time.

"What exactly is Draco Malfoy on about?" she muttered softly.

"Hullo, Kitten!" a duo of voices rang out. Cat jumped slightly, worried the twins had heard her. She relaxed upon turning and seeing their laughing faces, no hint of Draco Malfoy on their minds.

"Hello, you, what are you doing sneaking up on me?" Cat quickly pinched their cheeks.

"Saw you wandering about," George began, rubbing his cheek.

"And thought we'd give you a bit of a hard time before practice," Fred finished.

"Ah, I see, picking on the poor former cripple. That's very cruel of you, you know." Cat pouted, and received fistfuls of frosty leaves thrown in her face in return. "So cruel! The cruelty of it all! I can hardly believe my own eyes," she sank to the ground with her hands in her lap.

She was secretly conjuring snowballs as little surprises for her favorite pranksters while they jeered in triumph, thinking they'd conquered the "Big, Bad, Kitten."

While they were distracted, she looked up with a sly gleam in her eye. Seizing the perfect opportunity she flung the snowballs into their faces and landed direct hits. A wide grin broke out on all three faces at the realization of what happened.

Cat sprung up in a flash and started running towards the Quidditch pitch, knowing the twins would be right behind her. She was glad her leg had healed so she could race across the grounds and feel the cold air rush into her lungs. She could hear them crunching behind her, but she never looked back, and rushed onto the pitch until she fell into a heap and rolled on her back with a huge smile.

She was breathing heavily from the exertion and braced herself for what was to come. The twins collapsed beside her and, in retaliation, began an all-out tickle war. They knew it was the only way to defeat the All-Mighty Cat and took complete advantage of that fact. She didn't stand a chance against Fred and George on her own and in between uncontrollable bursts of laughter, she managed to find her wand, concentrate on the spell, and jinx their clothing to tickle them. She was immediately relieved from their torturous tickling and sat up to relish in her victory. Fred and George were writhing on the ground, laughing with tears running down their cheeks, begging for mercy.

"On one condition."

"Anything!" the twins cried out in unison.

Cat smiled maliciously before replying, "Admit I am the Princess of Pranks, the Sovereign Head of Hoaxes, and Ruling Champion of Practical Jokes."

Despite their laughter, the faces of Fred and George fell at this request. Knowing they were too early to practice for anyone to stumble by and help them, they consented. "You, Cat-Kitten Potter, are the Princess of Pranks, the Sovereign Head of Hoaxes, and Ruling Champion of Practical Jokes." The pain was clear in their eyes at having to abide by her condition, or perhaps it was only the pain of laughing for too long.

"Oh, don't worry boys. You can always try and prove yourselves again tomorrow," Cat stuck her tongue out playfully before removing the jinx and skipping away.


Before she knew it, Saturday had arrived and it was the day of the Quidditch match. Though she felt nervous, she could see that Harry was an absolute wreck. Ron and Hermione had been trying for a half an hour to convince him to eat something—anything—but to no avail. Cat knew it would be useless to try to force food into him, so instead she grabbed her brother's hand under the table and squeezed it lightly in an attempt to squeeze out his nerves.

"You'll be great," she whispered.

"Thanks," Harry whispered back with an attempted smile.

"Besides, if something happens to you, I'll still be around to save the day!" Cat joked, earning a firm nudge and a chuckle from her brother.

It was nearing eleven when Cat and Harry rose to change before the game. "Good luck, Harry!" Ron called out as they were leaving.

Hermione elbowed him sharply saying, "Good luck to both of you!"

"It's alright, Mione, Harry can have the first game and all its jitters, but the rest of the matches are mine," Cat called back with a wink.

As she turned around to continue out of the Great Hall her warm emerald eyes met with a distinct set of cool grey. She stared into them briefly, still baffled by what Draco had said, and now noticing they didn't seem nearly as icy as others made them out to be…

Her lips parted slightly in anticipated speech but before she could get anything out she was being ushered away by Fred, George, and the rest of the team.

"Come on now!" Fred said.

"No time to lose!" George pushed her along.

"Hope you're not too nervous, Potter," Wood clapped both Potter twins on the shoulder, "It'll be fine."

"Actually—," Harry's attempt to speak was cut off by the wave of Gryffindor Quidditch team members sweeping the group away.

The team was in the locker room, waiting to enter the field. Cat was bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation. She secretly despised not being able to play in the first game, but could never feel truly jealous of her brother. Besides, she knew Harry secretly despised playing the first game. While Wood was giving a pep talk to the team she snuck up behind Harry.

"Stop worrying, I already told you you'll be great."

Harry jumped, but relaxed when he recognized the familiar voice. "I know, I know. I'm just…" he trailed off, unsure of what exactly he was feeling.

Cat smiled reassuringly. "Nervous?" Harry smiled sheepishly and nodded. "It's alright, Harry, everyone is already so proud of you—of us! Youngest Seekers in over a century! And…and I know mum and dad would be proud too. I just know they would be in the stands cheering for us and so excited to see us both on the team." Cat paused, feeling the tears struggling to break through. She fought them back and continued, "So get out there and prove that the Potter twins mean business!"

"YEAH!" Cat jumped as the entire team cheered with her, apparently drawn into her pep talk for Harry.

"Those bloody Slytherins won't know what to do with two sets of twins coming at them!" Fred exclaimed. George agreed excitedly. Cat and Harry chuckled quietly at the Weasley twins' enthusiasm. Within a few moments they were leaving the warm comfort of the locker rooms and entering the cool pitch.

Cat's mouth fell slightly open in awe upon seeing the stands filled with spectators. She knew Quidditch was a big deal, but she somehow hadn't expected absolutely everyone to be there. She could sense Harry's nerves becoming worse after seeing all the people, but she felt invigorated. Her adrenaline started pumping and she could feel any nervousness being overshadowed with sheer excitement. She wanted so badly to be able to jump right in and play with the team, but being a part of the experience was enough to satiate her for now. She walked over to the Gryffindor's bench where she would sit for the game. Giving a final nod of encouragement to Harry she glanced into the Gryffindor seating for the rest of the students and spotted Hagrid, quickly followed by Ron and Hermione. She wasn't sure if they would be able to see her, but she waved happily anyway, thrilled to find her friends amidst the crowd.

Once the game began Cat tuned out everything; Lee Jordan's commentary, the crowd's cheers or groans, Madam Hooch's whistle, everything disappeared. Everything, that is, except for the snitch. She'd had her eye fixed on the tiny golden ball since it was released and mentally attempted to will Harry to go fly after it. Eventually her mental pleas were heard and she saw Harry speeding after it. Suddenly she felt something was terribly wrong and watched in shock as Harry's broom started convulsing, out of his control. Cat gasped, understanding something must be affecting her brother's broom while he flies hundreds of feet in the air. She reached for her wand but found nothing at her side. Cursing, she remembered she had left it in the locker room, thinking she wouldn't need it. Not knowing what else to do she looked into the stands at Hermione and Ron. She caught Hermione pointing at the teachers' stands. Following the gaze led Cat to see Professor Snape who appeared to be muttering under his breath. Cat realized that he was probably muttering some sort of curse and, feeling her shock turn to anger, she stalked off towards his seat.

Cat ran into Hermione near the stands and didn't need words to explain how much she understood. The two girls crept behind Snape. Hermione leaned in close to his robes gathered on the ground and whispered, "Incendio," creating a spark. Hearing a yelp of fright the girls ran off, hoping enough had been done in time. Cat rushed towards the pitch to catch sight of her brother. She was just in time to see Harry overcome his broomstick and continue after the Snitch.

"That's my brother! That's right, Harry, you win this!"

Cat gripped her hands tightly together in anticipation, not noticing Hermione now beside her. The hands slowly went from gripped to being rung together to clasped in something akin to fright when Harry lost his balance in the attempt to catch the Snitch and fell head-first. Even though he had survived the more frightening of the potential falls, Cat didn't particularly enjoy seeing her brother eat dirt. She started to run towards him and didn't stop when he stood back up. She continued towards him while he clutched at his stomach. A little concerned, and disgusted, she slowed down while wondering what was wrong with him now.

A loud laugh escaped her lips as she watched the Snitch pop out of his mouth and finally heard Lee Jordan's booming voice as commentator, "GRYFFINDOR WINS!" She ran up to Harry and pulled him into a squeezing hug. She felt the hug grow larger as the rest of the team came up in celebration. Harry was pulled from her grasp and appeared on Fred's shoulders. Cat soon followed suit as she was pulled onto George's shoulders.

"Next game is all you, Kitten!" Fred called up to her.

"I don't know if I can give the same sort of dramatic performance," Cat laughed, "but I'll think of something."