Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.


Crookshanks crept out of Gryffindor common room to go find his friend. He would be waiting for him.

He approached the great big, black dog, which stood out in the snow. 'He keeps escaping; he is always with the human.'

'It is the dead of the night. Why not try again now?'

'No. they're still awake.'

'Fine. But you must find him and kill him soon. It's almost time.'

'Alright. But I get to eat him.'

'After I question him.'

There was a commotion later in the common room, but Crookshanks could only hear bits and pieces of it.

'…AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT WAS ON THE FLOOR?'

Hermione came upstairs a little while later, looking very angry.

'Stupid Ron.' She muttered.

Crookshanks slipped into the common room, where Pettigrew's protector was sitting. He watched him closely.

'.. and it was all that cat's fault.'

Crookshanks walked off indignantly, his bottle brush tail high in the air. Stupid humans.

He would get him yet.


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