(A/N) Hi people. Don't worry, I didn't go fish myself out. There will be
more in other chapters. Anyways I think I'll reach my goal of finishing the
Christmas chappies by then. If I don't slack off.
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or the series....do da do da.
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Harry watched his breathe disappear in the air. A cracking twig snapped his head towards the woods. Looking around, he didn't see any weapons so he did the first thing that came to his frozen mind.
He picked up a snowball and tip toed towards the woods. Something small jumped out and Harry fell back in suprise. It was a kitten.
The small kitten licked it's blood-red fur once and turned it's midnight blue eyes to Harry. It immediatly jumped up and it's fur stuck on end. It let out a small, adorable growl.
"Hello, kitty." Harry reached out to it but it spat and he jerked his hand back. The kitten sat in the snow and waved it's three tails.
Three tails?
He clicked his tounge and the cat tilted it's head to the side. It lowered it's nose to the snow in front of Harry. He reached out and scratched the kitten behind the ears as it closed its eyes lazily.
"What are you doing out here?"
The cat purred and rubbed its head against his hands. He picked it up and took it in the castle. As he reached his room, he was very relieved to see it deserted. He laid on his bed, with the cat on his stomach.
"If I'm going to keep you, I have to think of a name. How's Ginger?"
Suddenly, the kitten's light weight was much heavier and he was looking into the blazing blue eyes of Kittie.
"Don't call me Ginger, Potter."
Her hands were muffleing his suprised yell in no time and he took a few breaths. Well, as many breaths as he could take with Kittie sitting on his stomach.
Ron's vioce echoed through the hallway and Kittie transformed again. He opened the door to see a small kitten licking herself on a pale Harry's stomach.
Harry glanced down at the cat and it mewed. Ron's jaw dropped. "Didja find a wittle kitty-cat, Harry?"
"Shut up, Ron, and it's not a k-" But the kitten's claws were slowly digging into Harry's neck. He looked down and she let go. She stared angrily into Harry's face and let out a small growl.
"Yeah. I found her by the woods, what should I call her?"
Ron looked at the blood-red fur. "How about Ginger?"
Kittie growled.
"Um, I don't think so. I think it's too average for her."
"Red?"
"No."
"Kitty?"
Harry looked at the kitten. It blinked it's large eyes twice.
Harry snorted. "Kitty it is."
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As soon as Ron had left for lunch, Kittie transformed again and sat at the foot of his bed.
Harry massaged his temples. "You're an Animagus?"
"Really? I never would have seen that for myself, Potter."
"Why, though?"
Kittie sighed and fell back against his bed. "So that I can live with my godfather."
"Who's your godfather?"
"You haven't guessed?"
"Who?"
"Remus Lupin!"
Harry sat in silence. "Has he told you about....Black?"
"You mean, Sirius being innocent? He didn't have to, but yes. And, yes, I also know he's your godfather."
"What do you mean, he didn't have to?"
"You really are slow aren't you? Think about it, Potter."
More silence. "You're a *Seer*?!"
Kittie nodded. "I'm a very limited Seer. I read the stars. Every person has a star, and I can read of their life in it. But that's about it. Everything else is lucky guesses."
Harry shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked."
Harry began to pace. "You're Animagi, a Seer,-"
"And I'm on Voldemort's shit list."
"What?"
"He thinks I'm the "all-powerful, Kittie" thing. He wants me on his side or he wants me dead."
"Lucky you."
"Welcome to the club, Potter. He wants you dead too."
"Did you read why in those bloody stars?"
"Not my department."
"What the hell do you mean, not-"
"Harry?"
Both their heads snapped towards the door. Kittie stood up and was ready to transform when Harry grabbed her wrist. Colin's vioce wafted through again.
Harry shook his head. If Colin saw a cat with three tails, he would never leave. He threw Kittie on the bed. "Potter-!"
"Harry, what's going on?"
The door opened and Harry panicked. He leaned forward and began kissing Kittie's neck like he had been doing it for hours.
Colin gasped, muttered an apology,and ran out. Kittie threw Harry off of her.
"What the hell was that for?!"
Harry rubbed a his back, where a large bruise was forming. "What do you think he would have done, had he seen a cat with three tails?"
"Gotten his camera?"
"And you would have been famous all over the school, and Lupin would have killed you. I just saved you a lot of excess problems."
"*Saved* me from excess-?" Kittie shook her head and reached the door. "I gotta go."
"Wait! Where are you going?"
Kittie threw open the door. "Lunch. Being a kitten does drain your stomach."
She turned and ran out, closing the door tightly behind her.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. He got up and walked to his mirror. He lifted the back of his shirt to inspect the bruise.
"Small price to pay, huh deary?" His reflection grinned. Harry swallowed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He dropped his shirt and instantly began flattening his hair.
"You liked it, admit it."
"Liked it? It was disgusting."
"What was disgusting?"
Ron's freckled face had appeared in his mirror and Harry jumped. "Er... Bean sprouts."
The red head made a face.
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The next morning, he woke up to feel Dobby poking his face.
"Harry Potter, sir! Is Harry Potter woke up?"
"I am now, Dobby."
Dobby jumped off Harry's bed and waited nervously as he stretched. "What is it, Dobby?"
The house elf shuffled. "It is Christmas Eve. Me and rest of house elves are very busy tomarrow. Can I give Harry Potter gift now?"
Harry nodded and yawned. As he opened his eyes, his wasn't suprised to see Dobby holding out a pair of socks. One was green and the other red, with little fluffy balls on the toes. Harry laughed and tugged them on. The elf beamed.
Harry ran to his chest and pulled out a tie. Dobby grinned and pulled it on. Harry eyed a hand-woven scarf on his neck already. It was scarlet with a golden Griffindor lion.
"Where did you get that, Dobby?"
Dobby eyed the scarf. "Kittie Silcia, sir! She has been helping Winky through her being free problems."
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "How's it going?"
"Very well, sir! Winky has even begun to help us with the work! Soon she'll be asking for wages too, sir!"
Harry nodded and listened as Ron snorted and yawned. He blinked a few times at Dobby.
"There's Dobby in front of you,right, Harry?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, good." He stood up and stretched. Dobby turned to Harry, bowed and scampered out.
Harry gasped. "Crud, crud, crud, CRUD!!"
Ron looked up. "What?"
"I gotta go to Hogsmeade today. I've been putting off buying presents."
Ron laughed and pulled a shirt on.
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Later, Harry found himself looking in a bookstore. He bought Hermione a book on how to transform your friends, in case she just felt like turning Kittie into a toad.
He bought Ron a muggle baseball cap with a CC stitched on it. he bought Ginny a make your own quill- kit.
He walked by a window of jewelry, and shrugging walked in. The owner immediatly flew to his side.
"Looking for anything?"
"Um...yeah. I'm looking for something for a star-gazer."
"Star-Gazer, hm? Follow me."
He showed Harry an impressive set of necklaces with little orbs that reflected the night sky. Harry shook his head.
As the owner showed him several mood rings, Harry noticed a small, silver ring with a cat made out of a purple-ish rock on it. He studied it.
"I wouldn't get that, if it's for a girl. It's a meteor ring. Not exactly a diamond, if you see. It came off of a meteor that crashed near here thousands of years ago."
"Does it do anything special?"
"Well, yes. It detects the person who gave it to you, and it burns if you're in trouble."
"So, if I gave this to a friend, it would burn her if I was in danger of dying?"
"Yes. But like I said, it's not too suitable for a girl. But if you were looking to get on her good side, may I request-"
"I'll take it." Harry studied the cat's shape. He thought he saw it move and the owner sighed, defeated.
Just to make the owner feel better, Harry bought a thick, silver man's ring that fit his right ring finger.
Later, that night Harry sat on his bed, inspecting the metoer ring. It's purple-ish deepths were hyptonizing and he tore his eyes away. He put it in the small ring box and decided that such a ring should be given to the person directly.
Some one knocked softly on the door and Harry quickly threw the box into a drawer. The door slowly opened and Colin stuck his head in.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Who was that girl who was in here yesterday, when you where,...you know?"
"You couldn't see her?"
"No the pillow was too fluffy."
Harry sighed in relief. "Some seventh year Hufflepuff. Don't worry about it."
"Ok. Sorry, I was just curious..and..."
"It's okay Colin, good night."
"Oh, good night."
As the door closed Harry turned to see his reflection cocking it's eyebrows.
"Nice ring."
"Oh shut up."
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MWAHAHAHAHA. I forgot where a heard that laugh before. Any wayz still, looking for present ideas. Review!
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or the series....do da do da.
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Harry watched his breathe disappear in the air. A cracking twig snapped his head towards the woods. Looking around, he didn't see any weapons so he did the first thing that came to his frozen mind.
He picked up a snowball and tip toed towards the woods. Something small jumped out and Harry fell back in suprise. It was a kitten.
The small kitten licked it's blood-red fur once and turned it's midnight blue eyes to Harry. It immediatly jumped up and it's fur stuck on end. It let out a small, adorable growl.
"Hello, kitty." Harry reached out to it but it spat and he jerked his hand back. The kitten sat in the snow and waved it's three tails.
Three tails?
He clicked his tounge and the cat tilted it's head to the side. It lowered it's nose to the snow in front of Harry. He reached out and scratched the kitten behind the ears as it closed its eyes lazily.
"What are you doing out here?"
The cat purred and rubbed its head against his hands. He picked it up and took it in the castle. As he reached his room, he was very relieved to see it deserted. He laid on his bed, with the cat on his stomach.
"If I'm going to keep you, I have to think of a name. How's Ginger?"
Suddenly, the kitten's light weight was much heavier and he was looking into the blazing blue eyes of Kittie.
"Don't call me Ginger, Potter."
Her hands were muffleing his suprised yell in no time and he took a few breaths. Well, as many breaths as he could take with Kittie sitting on his stomach.
Ron's vioce echoed through the hallway and Kittie transformed again. He opened the door to see a small kitten licking herself on a pale Harry's stomach.
Harry glanced down at the cat and it mewed. Ron's jaw dropped. "Didja find a wittle kitty-cat, Harry?"
"Shut up, Ron, and it's not a k-" But the kitten's claws were slowly digging into Harry's neck. He looked down and she let go. She stared angrily into Harry's face and let out a small growl.
"Yeah. I found her by the woods, what should I call her?"
Ron looked at the blood-red fur. "How about Ginger?"
Kittie growled.
"Um, I don't think so. I think it's too average for her."
"Red?"
"No."
"Kitty?"
Harry looked at the kitten. It blinked it's large eyes twice.
Harry snorted. "Kitty it is."
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As soon as Ron had left for lunch, Kittie transformed again and sat at the foot of his bed.
Harry massaged his temples. "You're an Animagus?"
"Really? I never would have seen that for myself, Potter."
"Why, though?"
Kittie sighed and fell back against his bed. "So that I can live with my godfather."
"Who's your godfather?"
"You haven't guessed?"
"Who?"
"Remus Lupin!"
Harry sat in silence. "Has he told you about....Black?"
"You mean, Sirius being innocent? He didn't have to, but yes. And, yes, I also know he's your godfather."
"What do you mean, he didn't have to?"
"You really are slow aren't you? Think about it, Potter."
More silence. "You're a *Seer*?!"
Kittie nodded. "I'm a very limited Seer. I read the stars. Every person has a star, and I can read of their life in it. But that's about it. Everything else is lucky guesses."
Harry shook his head. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You never asked."
Harry began to pace. "You're Animagi, a Seer,-"
"And I'm on Voldemort's shit list."
"What?"
"He thinks I'm the "all-powerful, Kittie" thing. He wants me on his side or he wants me dead."
"Lucky you."
"Welcome to the club, Potter. He wants you dead too."
"Did you read why in those bloody stars?"
"Not my department."
"What the hell do you mean, not-"
"Harry?"
Both their heads snapped towards the door. Kittie stood up and was ready to transform when Harry grabbed her wrist. Colin's vioce wafted through again.
Harry shook his head. If Colin saw a cat with three tails, he would never leave. He threw Kittie on the bed. "Potter-!"
"Harry, what's going on?"
The door opened and Harry panicked. He leaned forward and began kissing Kittie's neck like he had been doing it for hours.
Colin gasped, muttered an apology,and ran out. Kittie threw Harry off of her.
"What the hell was that for?!"
Harry rubbed a his back, where a large bruise was forming. "What do you think he would have done, had he seen a cat with three tails?"
"Gotten his camera?"
"And you would have been famous all over the school, and Lupin would have killed you. I just saved you a lot of excess problems."
"*Saved* me from excess-?" Kittie shook her head and reached the door. "I gotta go."
"Wait! Where are you going?"
Kittie threw open the door. "Lunch. Being a kitten does drain your stomach."
She turned and ran out, closing the door tightly behind her.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. He got up and walked to his mirror. He lifted the back of his shirt to inspect the bruise.
"Small price to pay, huh deary?" His reflection grinned. Harry swallowed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He dropped his shirt and instantly began flattening his hair.
"You liked it, admit it."
"Liked it? It was disgusting."
"What was disgusting?"
Ron's freckled face had appeared in his mirror and Harry jumped. "Er... Bean sprouts."
The red head made a face.
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The next morning, he woke up to feel Dobby poking his face.
"Harry Potter, sir! Is Harry Potter woke up?"
"I am now, Dobby."
Dobby jumped off Harry's bed and waited nervously as he stretched. "What is it, Dobby?"
The house elf shuffled. "It is Christmas Eve. Me and rest of house elves are very busy tomarrow. Can I give Harry Potter gift now?"
Harry nodded and yawned. As he opened his eyes, his wasn't suprised to see Dobby holding out a pair of socks. One was green and the other red, with little fluffy balls on the toes. Harry laughed and tugged them on. The elf beamed.
Harry ran to his chest and pulled out a tie. Dobby grinned and pulled it on. Harry eyed a hand-woven scarf on his neck already. It was scarlet with a golden Griffindor lion.
"Where did you get that, Dobby?"
Dobby eyed the scarf. "Kittie Silcia, sir! She has been helping Winky through her being free problems."
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "How's it going?"
"Very well, sir! Winky has even begun to help us with the work! Soon she'll be asking for wages too, sir!"
Harry nodded and listened as Ron snorted and yawned. He blinked a few times at Dobby.
"There's Dobby in front of you,right, Harry?"
"Yeah."
"Ok, good." He stood up and stretched. Dobby turned to Harry, bowed and scampered out.
Harry gasped. "Crud, crud, crud, CRUD!!"
Ron looked up. "What?"
"I gotta go to Hogsmeade today. I've been putting off buying presents."
Ron laughed and pulled a shirt on.
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Later, Harry found himself looking in a bookstore. He bought Hermione a book on how to transform your friends, in case she just felt like turning Kittie into a toad.
He bought Ron a muggle baseball cap with a CC stitched on it. he bought Ginny a make your own quill- kit.
He walked by a window of jewelry, and shrugging walked in. The owner immediatly flew to his side.
"Looking for anything?"
"Um...yeah. I'm looking for something for a star-gazer."
"Star-Gazer, hm? Follow me."
He showed Harry an impressive set of necklaces with little orbs that reflected the night sky. Harry shook his head.
As the owner showed him several mood rings, Harry noticed a small, silver ring with a cat made out of a purple-ish rock on it. He studied it.
"I wouldn't get that, if it's for a girl. It's a meteor ring. Not exactly a diamond, if you see. It came off of a meteor that crashed near here thousands of years ago."
"Does it do anything special?"
"Well, yes. It detects the person who gave it to you, and it burns if you're in trouble."
"So, if I gave this to a friend, it would burn her if I was in danger of dying?"
"Yes. But like I said, it's not too suitable for a girl. But if you were looking to get on her good side, may I request-"
"I'll take it." Harry studied the cat's shape. He thought he saw it move and the owner sighed, defeated.
Just to make the owner feel better, Harry bought a thick, silver man's ring that fit his right ring finger.
Later, that night Harry sat on his bed, inspecting the metoer ring. It's purple-ish deepths were hyptonizing and he tore his eyes away. He put it in the small ring box and decided that such a ring should be given to the person directly.
Some one knocked softly on the door and Harry quickly threw the box into a drawer. The door slowly opened and Colin stuck his head in.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Who was that girl who was in here yesterday, when you where,...you know?"
"You couldn't see her?"
"No the pillow was too fluffy."
Harry sighed in relief. "Some seventh year Hufflepuff. Don't worry about it."
"Ok. Sorry, I was just curious..and..."
"It's okay Colin, good night."
"Oh, good night."
As the door closed Harry turned to see his reflection cocking it's eyebrows.
"Nice ring."
"Oh shut up."
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MWAHAHAHAHA. I forgot where a heard that laugh before. Any wayz still, looking for present ideas. Review!