Chapter 1.
A/N Hello! This is my first fanfiction!
The wizard raised his hands and let them fall. He was standing in front of a large bubbling cauldron. He added the last ingredient, the hair of a cat, and the potion exploded.
"'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!' Hold him off, without a wand in his hand! . . . He laughed before casting the curse. . . . 'Avada Ked-'"
(Expert from the Deathly Hallows. Chapter 17, pages 342-343)
A huge explosion rippled through the air and smacked right into the Dark Lord, cutting him off mid-sentence. The tinted light ripped through everything, knocking down the trees and blowing away Voldemort.
When the smoke cleared, There was no one there. A flash of violet light, 4 cats appeared. A Persian cat with flaming red-hair ran, with a small black British Shorthair kitten in her mouth, towards a large Black British Shorthair laying on the edge of the ruins. Her green eyes, a lot like the kittens, flashed concerned. "James?" She meowed softly. He answered with a growl. Heaving himself up onto 4 legs, they looked around. And started snickering, which felt weird on the cat tongues.
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After the explosion, Voldemort re-appeared with a flash of violet light. The hideous Sphynx cat with red eyes didn't even look like a cat. Its eyes snake-like, it's hissing unnatural, and its small face melted and waxy. It howled in disgust and the 2 cats standing nearby started snickering. Then he snarled and launched himself at The family and they scattered, running into the town, where the Muggles stayed human. He didn't try to follow, he felt hungry. He stalked around and saw a rat, he pounced on it and ate it for dinner.
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Peter Pettigrew had been standing by the gate of the old house, waiting nervously for his master. He had seen the explosion as it ripped apart the house. He changed into his rat form and tried to run, but it pushed him back towards the now-ruined house. He was momentarily blinded as a few flashes of violet light made sure of that, he was dizzy and confused before he heard snarling. He paused and looked around, too late. A cat, that used to be the most feared Dark Lord in Britain and his old master, made Peter his lunch.