Kitty Love

Chapter 10

Severus Snape couldn't believe he was doing this. Even after a month of planning and watching Death Eater movements from afar, and eradicating a perfect plan. He still couldn't believe it. Why the hell am I putting my life in danger to rescue the brat? Severus thought disgustingly looking around the corner of the corridor inside the house of Riddle. Why not let someone else do it? But no. I had to open my stupid mouth.

He waited for 2 minutes then quickly walked down the corridor then hid himself again. He had been able to get into the Manor without a problem; as long as you had a Dark Mark you were let in. He just hoped the Dark Lord didn't notice his presence through the charms around him. Now the Death Eater on duty would be walking by…Ah. There he is. Severus thought as the big, burly man walked by and out of sight and Severus quickly walked in the opposite direction.

After 15 minutes of stealth fully going down corridors and avoiding Death Eaters, Severus finally got to the staircase going up to the second floor. He paused to think. Where would Potter be? The Dark Lords office or his bedroom? Snape shuttered to think of having to sneak into the Dark Lord's personal chambers. No one was allowed in there. But he would if necessary. Cats would be napping around this time right? Severus thought casting a quick Tempus and it read 12:37. Yes. So he would be sleeping in the bedroom, he concluded. He squared his shoulders and continued up the stairs quietly.

The Dark Lord can't have a cat with him all the time. Right now he knew that Lord Voldemort was very busy preparing for an important meeting with the werewolves next week and was not to be disturbed, now was the perfect time to act.

He quickly walked down the corridor and turned down another. He froze in the middle of the hallway. Someone was coming. He looked around frantically for somewhere to hide as the footsteps came closer. He pulled open a door to his right and slid in, closing the door, but leaving it open a crack. Severus took in his surroundings and saw that he was in an unused bedroom with disinterest, and turned back to the door to listen. The footsteps were light but close and there was…humming? Why would someone be humming? Especially in a place like this, Severus thought and looked around the edge of the door, gripping his wand tight. His eyes widened and he pulled in a sharp intake of breath in surprise.

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Harry was lying back on the couch in Tom's office watching him work and reading a book he had pulled from Tom's bookcase. He watched Tom with a smile, his tail wagging in the air as he watched him concentrate.

Tom made a lot of faces when he was working. Confusion, anger, weariness, triumph. They all slid across his face like it would anyone else, which was why it amazed him that the Dark Lord could be so expressive.

Harry sat up slightly as he saw Tom frown and start flipping through various stacks of papers. "What's wrong?"

"I think I forgot something up in our bedroom."

Harry wagged his tail in delight. Ever since their first night together Tom had started referring his bedroom as 'their' bedroom. A couple reference. It pleased him to no end. "What was it?" he asked.

"It's a pile of papers with names and plans on it that is on my desk. I don't know how I missed it. It's a big pile." Tom muttered.

"I'll get it!" Harry announced, jumping at the chance to be useful.

Tom looked up and smiled, "Would you?"

"Yup! I'll be right back."

"Okay."

"On your desk, right?" he asked, heading out the door.

"Yes. You can't miss it."

"Okay," he said and took off down the hall, wagging his tail as he went. He yawned widely; It's almost nap time. I better hurry. Harry thought and quickened his pace slightly as he looked around at his new home and reflected over the last two months.

The only conclusion he could come up with was that Harry was unmistakably, unbearably happy. He loved Tom and Tom loved him, everything was perfect. The past month had been wonderful. Every night Tom made love to him and he was able to curl up tight in his arms and go to sleep. Then wake up in the morning and see Tom's face with his strong arms wrapped around him. What a way to start the day.

Then they would take a bath together to get rid of the remains of the night before. Despite being human, he was still part cat and he hated being wet, unless he absolutely had to. But baths with Tom were highly enjoyable. After their bath they would dry each other off and get dressed. And Tom would clean the inside of his cat ears with utmost care, always leaving Harry a big mass of purring goo in his arms. Then they would start the day.

Breakfast first, then he would help Tom whatever way he could when he did his paper work, then lunch, nap time, play time with Tom, then dinner, sometimes more work or they would watch TV and lay around for a while, then bedtime. Yup life was good.

In the beginning he would only be confined to stay in Tom's room or his office. Only to be let out if the Death Eaters were not here. And if they were and they came into Tom's office, Harry would transform into his kitty form, as Harry learned that that was his Animagus form was, and hide.

He had been disappointed at first of his form, wanting it to be more frightening or at least bigger, but Tom had been overjoyed to have his little kitten back, so it wasn't so bad. And he could play with Tom in this form; he was a bit big for his yarn ball now so it was easier. But he saw that Tom liked his human form better, so he stayed that way. Once he asked why he liked his human form better when he could have his kitten and Tom replied with "More to look at," which resulted in a full blown snogging session.

Harry grinned to himself and went into their bedroom, grabbed the papers Tom wanted and hugged them to his chest as he made his way out again. He swung his tail back and forth as he walked and started humming as he thought about Tom, always in the front of his mind. He smiled dreamily as he remembered last night.

Surprisingly Tom could be very romantic. Dinner out on the balcony, candles, wine, then sex. Oh yes. And lots of it. He giggled slightly. Harry had been more than a little tipsy last night and he had accused Tom of getting him drunk. But Tom had denied such a thing and had taken him to bed. He hugged the papers tighter and quickened his pace, eager to see Tom.

Halfway down the hallway, he paused, his ears picking up a noise ahead of him. He shrugged and continued walking. Probably a Death Eater, Harry thought dismissively.

Yes, the Death Eaters knew of him now. He had been in the kitchen getting a glass of milk when a whole group of them walked in. It had been too late to hide and they saw him. He had been on the floor under the Cruciatus in less than 2 seconds by Bellatrix Lestrange, who still had scratches on her face from their last encounter. She figured it out along with the others that the little kitten the Dark Lord had been carrying around had been none other than Harry Potter.

They had each been eager to bring him to Voldemort, but they didn't get a chance to as Tom ran in hearing his screams and put them all under the Cruciatus and pulled Harry's trembling form close to him. They had been dumbstruck by the action, especially Bellatrix. But Tom didn't give an explanation, just said that he wanted all the Death Eaters down in the throne room in 10 minutes and left them standing there to take him to their room.

Harry didn't know exactly what happened in that meeting, but Tom had said to them that, yes Harry Potter was now living with him, that Harry was HIS and no one was to touch him, less they want to be punished. And there had been a round of Crucio to prove his point. So Harry was free to roam around the house with no problem.

He was actually able to get along with a few of them. Bellatrix was a whole different story. She was down right livid, so she just avoided him and him her.

He continued to walk forward when he heard a door open behind him. He started to turn around when a hand clamped down over his mouth and another wrapping around his waist pulling him back against a hard chest. He let go of the papers and they fluttered to the floor scattering everywhere, and he tried to pull the hand away from his mouth to scream as he struggled against his captor.

Severus hissed in pain as the cat boy bit his hand and tightened his grip. "Calm down Potter!"

Harry stilled. He knew that voice. He turned his head slightly and looked back into the dark eyes of his Potions professor. His eyes widened and Snape let him go and he turned fully around. "Snape?" Harry hissed looking around, "What are you doing here?"

"Unfortunately. I am here to rescue you," he sneered.

"Why?"

Snape scoffed softly and folded his arms. "Think Potter. You're in the Dark Lord's home. The Order has been looking all over for you. I am here to take you back."

Harry lowered his ears in shame, he hadn't even given a thought about the Order, but he already knew his choice. "I don't want to go back," he said softly backing up slightly.

Snape's eyes widened dramatically and his arms dropped to his sides. "What?"

"I don't want to go," he repeated backing up further.

Is he crazy? Snape thought narrowing his eyes. The Dark Lord must have done something to him, Severus looked around the area spotting the papers. The word 'errands' ran through his mind, but he didn't think Potter would be running errands for the Dark Lord. Never mind that, just seeing him alive and human was enough to bring questions to him. He shook his head, "Why don't you want to go back?" he asked taking a step forward.

"I just don't. I like it here."

"Don't be stupid. Potter. You don't like it here."

"Yes I do!" Harry shouted and started to turn to run to Tom. But Snape grabbed him again. "Let me go!"

"No. You're going back to the Order. And keep it down," Snape hissed.

"No! I don't want to go back," Harry shouted struggling violently "You can't make me. You can't. TOM!" he screamed.

Snape clamped his hand over Potter's mouth "You're crazy. The Dark Lord will kill you."

No he won't. He loves me, Harry thought still struggling.

"Stop struggling. Just come quietly," Snape hissed looking around hoping no one could hear them.

Harry got his mouth free and said, "No. Let me go. I don't want to go back. TOM! T-"

Snape slapped his hand over his mouth again "Fine. Have it your way."

Harry felt something jab him in the back and a whispered word. And he knew no more.

xxx

Tom, back in his office, tapped his fingers on his desk and looked at the clock for the third time in 2 minutes. Something was wrong, he knew it. Harry had been gone for 10 minutes. It didn't take very long to walk up stairs, get his papers, and walk back down. He thought maybe he got caught up in something and gave more time. Now he was just worried.

Tom got up and left his office. He stopped in the kitchen to see if Harry was in there. Sometimes he stopped in there to get a glass of milk, but he wasn't there. He head up to the stairs and went down the corridor and turned onto the other. He stopped dead as he spotted the papers scattered all over the floor.

"Harry?" Tom called out hesitantly, his heart beating rather quickly. Nothing. He continued walking, stepping over the papers and down to their bedroom. Opening the door he saw that Harry wasn't there. He quickly walked in the room "Harry," he called out again, flinging the door open to the bathroom. Not there. "This isn't funny."

He left the room and started opening and closing doors looking for him. His movements frantic and erratic as he looked around the house. The library, kitchen, the playroom (as Harry called it), this office, and their bedroom again. Still nothing.

His Death Eaters were getting curious and a little nervous as to why their Lord was running around the house with worry written on his face. Usually if something went wrong one of them got punished.

But after looking everywhere he could possibly look, he came to a frightening conclusion.

Harry was gone.

Oh no! Harry's been taken. What will Tom do?