Crookshanks Story- My Life As Voldemort's Undercover AGENT!
Author's Note- Hey all you Harry Potter lovers, this is a story told from Hermione's cat Crookshank's point of view!! It's actually written by me (Maya) and my friend Chela!! So sit back and enjoyyyy!
From the beginning, my life was as planned as a bank robbery.
I was born to a mother cat in a nice, wholesome wizarding family. My father was a kneazle, but he left my mother before we were born, to take off with a hotter, younger kneazle. Luckily, my mother (who was a cat, if you didn't figure that out yet) didn't need a man in her life, because of the caring family we lived with.
I was different from the other cats, right from the beginning. My brothers and sisters were all cat. I was half cat-half kneazle. I could detect untrustworthy creatures. Once when my owners had friends over, the man, whose name was Peter, told them he was going to the bathroom, but while following him I found that he was actually trying to steal my owner's expensive broom, the Nimbus 1999. Unlike other cats, who wouldn't have even had enough brain power to know what was happening, I knew exactly what he was trying to do, and my yowling and meowing brought my owners to the crime scene, and they were able to stop Peter.
With this extraordinary power of sensing untrustworthiness, given to me by my father, the infidel kneazle, I knew immediately that something was wrong when a man named Tom Riddle came to our house. He said he was a traveling salesmen, who had heard of my owners' generosity and hospitality. I had never liked traveling salesmen, because they always lied, but this Tom Riddle seemed even worse. He had a certain sneaky charm to him, which I noticed after my owners invited him into the living room after hearing all his compliments for them, which they normally never did.
Little did they know that Tom was selling them something, not a material possession, but a way of life. He offered them the chance to be Death Eaters.
They refused of course. They weren't like that. They couldn't be persuaded to do something they knew was immoral just because someone offered them a few galleons. They told him to leave. They were not interested.
Tom Riddle did not take "No" for an answer.
Before they had a chance to escort him to the door, there was a flash of green light, and I found them lying on the floor.
Dead.
Really Dead.
Deader than a doornail.
For a moment, Tom looked remorseful, but his face quickly hardened as he turned towards the door to leave. As he was leaving, he stepped on my tail. I gave a quick yowl, in shock and in pain, and he turned and saw me on the floor. His face softened.
"Hello, kitty. How are you?" he asked.
I growled angrily. After all, my owners had just bit the dust because of him. Plus he squished my tail. I was certain he wasn't trustworthy.
"You must be part Kneazle, little cat," he said. Then he looked as though a revelation had struck him.
"Little Kitty, you might be quite useful."
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-Chela and Maya
Author's Note- Hey all you Harry Potter lovers, this is a story told from Hermione's cat Crookshank's point of view!! It's actually written by me (Maya) and my friend Chela!! So sit back and enjoyyyy!
From the beginning, my life was as planned as a bank robbery.
I was born to a mother cat in a nice, wholesome wizarding family. My father was a kneazle, but he left my mother before we were born, to take off with a hotter, younger kneazle. Luckily, my mother (who was a cat, if you didn't figure that out yet) didn't need a man in her life, because of the caring family we lived with.
I was different from the other cats, right from the beginning. My brothers and sisters were all cat. I was half cat-half kneazle. I could detect untrustworthy creatures. Once when my owners had friends over, the man, whose name was Peter, told them he was going to the bathroom, but while following him I found that he was actually trying to steal my owner's expensive broom, the Nimbus 1999. Unlike other cats, who wouldn't have even had enough brain power to know what was happening, I knew exactly what he was trying to do, and my yowling and meowing brought my owners to the crime scene, and they were able to stop Peter.
With this extraordinary power of sensing untrustworthiness, given to me by my father, the infidel kneazle, I knew immediately that something was wrong when a man named Tom Riddle came to our house. He said he was a traveling salesmen, who had heard of my owners' generosity and hospitality. I had never liked traveling salesmen, because they always lied, but this Tom Riddle seemed even worse. He had a certain sneaky charm to him, which I noticed after my owners invited him into the living room after hearing all his compliments for them, which they normally never did.
Little did they know that Tom was selling them something, not a material possession, but a way of life. He offered them the chance to be Death Eaters.
They refused of course. They weren't like that. They couldn't be persuaded to do something they knew was immoral just because someone offered them a few galleons. They told him to leave. They were not interested.
Tom Riddle did not take "No" for an answer.
Before they had a chance to escort him to the door, there was a flash of green light, and I found them lying on the floor.
Dead.
Really Dead.
Deader than a doornail.
For a moment, Tom looked remorseful, but his face quickly hardened as he turned towards the door to leave. As he was leaving, he stepped on my tail. I gave a quick yowl, in shock and in pain, and he turned and saw me on the floor. His face softened.
"Hello, kitty. How are you?" he asked.
I growled angrily. After all, my owners had just bit the dust because of him. Plus he squished my tail. I was certain he wasn't trustworthy.
"You must be part Kneazle, little cat," he said. Then he looked as though a revelation had struck him.
"Little Kitty, you might be quite useful."
Author's Note- REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Tell us what you think of our story!!!! We wrote it in about 10 minutes, so if it's not good, that's why!!!!! Now REVIEW!!!
-Chela and Maya