Crookshanks' Little Arrivals

A/N. Again, I don't own anything. Blah blah. Oh, and note that this is set before Scabbers turned out to be Peter.

I dedicate this to the (insane) Crookshanks Lover, my best mate...Steph :P

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"Morning Hermione" Harry said, as Hermione entered the Great Hall one morning. Hermione just sat down.

"What's up with you?" Ron asked, to which he only recieved a glower from Hermione.

"Whats UP with ME is your stupid rat again Ronald Weasley".

"SCABBERS HAS DONE NOTHING!" Ron yelled, patting the small mound in his trouser pocket (being Scabbers....you dirty minded little...anyway...)

"Ron...Oh never mind. I'm not even going to bother. Harry, I'm off to the library if you need me." Hermione stated, grabbing a piece of toast and walking off.

"Blimey. What is WITH that girl. Going at Scabbers like that. Just because Crookshanks got himself pregnant...god only knows how that happened. There are some spells that I just don't want to know about these days...thinks she's all special....another excuse to hate my rat" Ron rumbled on, randomly.

Harry just sat listening, quite amused, but tried to look concerned for his red-headded friend. Ron eventually tired with a sigh and shoved the last of his bacon in his mouth.

"Come on Ron, we'd better go, we don't want to be late for divination".

In Divination.

"Ooooh, Ron dear, I'm getting a strange reading...." Proffessor Trelawney started.

"God, what now. You're cursed life has rubbed off on me has it?" Ron whispered to Harry, bored of the batty old woman infront of them.

"I see....I see...Oh dear. Oh dear. I don't understand. I see some sort of small creature in the crystal ball...does your little sister have a hamster or something....?"

"I've got a rat."

"Oh...I see, I see, oh dear. He's in trouble. I see....." but Trelawney was distracted by Dean Thomas' crystal ball.

"My dear boy....I think you should know...your grandmother is currently attacking small leprechauns with her handbag in the local bank. She will fall and bruise her hip in the incident."

Dean just looked stunned. Ron was a bit adgitated. He'd never been one to take divination seriously, but any offending of his rat and he was all worked up for confrontation.

"What's going to happen to Scabbers? Tell me!"

But Trelawney had already dismissed the class, and Ron had to contain his fury at the old bat and walk with Harry to Potions.

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Potions past. Rather uneventfully, for once, and now, at the end of the day, Harry and Ron were sitting at a table by the fire in the Gryffindor common room, doing the homework Snape had set them. In bursts Hermione from the girl's dorms.

"RON! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" She yelled, standing before the two bemused boys.

"I JUST WALKED INTO MY DORM TO FIND YOUR...RAT...BOUNCING ON POOR CROOKSHANKS' STOMACH LIKE A....A....AAAGH." She changed her tone to slow and precice, clearly angry..."If. you. don't. do. something. about. him. I will put him in a box and send him with an owl back to your mother!"

Harry had to hide his sniggers by pretending to look at his book, images of the fat rat jumping on Crookshanks' stomach like a trampoline. Boing, boing boing. It was too much, and harry burst out laughing.

"HARRY, WHATS FUNNY ABOUT THIS?" Ron and Hermione said simultaneously.

"Um...I'm not laughing at that...I, Um...read something funny in this potions book..."

"I've had enough. I'm away to tend to poor Crookshanks'. And I DON'T want to see that rat. AGAIN." She said, before turning on her heel and marching off back to her dorm.

Leading to more random rumblings from Ron.

Read on.......