A/N: this might be slightly confusing but you must remember that crookshanks is a cat and it's in his point of view so he comes up with his own names for things. It might take some thought but if you're clever you should be able to figure out what happens. I guess it's sort of a puzzle. And by the way, don't expect another chapter. This is it.
I was born in diagon alley under flourish and blotts. My mother was a ginger cat like me who had suffered an enlargement spell. Apparently the spell was genetic so I was a large cat myself. I had a few other siblings, but we lost touch after we stopped drinking mother's milk and left our home under the store.
The street was crowded with moving things that scared me, but I didn't want to stay with my mother, it wasn't natural, we all had to leave at some point and I didn't want to be the last to go. One of my brothers had just left leaving just my sister and me. My mother was bathing her when I looked back at them. Did I have to leave now?
Yes. I mewed at my mother who ignored me. It was my time, her cold shoulder whispered.
I turned back to the street but looked beyond it rather than at the moving sticks (?). I felt small when I saw a huge box with strange symbols on it. I knew that I couldn't cross the street. I needed to find shelter and I didn't think I would find any over there.
I decided to go into the box above me, it was close to home and it looked cozy, though it to had strange symbols above a hole in the box. I knew that going into this box would be less difficult than crossing the street. But I also knew that it would be the most dangerous thing I had ever done until that point in my life.
I decided to do it at a run. I'd make for the hole in the box, being careful to avoid the moving rocks (?). Okay on the count of "nee" – nee-nee-nee-NEE. I dashed out from the shelter that was all I had known of this world and ran for the hole.
Avoiding the moving trash (?) was easier than it looked; for the most part they avoided me. I thought I would actually make it through that hole – until I hit it.
I didn't even have time to wonder about holes with clear force fields because I was stunned. I could see stars going round my head and my face felt like it had been squashed flat which is probably because it was. When the stars disappeared I got up. My face didn't really hurt, which was good, but I couldn't feel my face at all, which was bad. My face had actually changed shape; my nose was up and in, making me look a little like a pig I noticed as I glanced at the hole. Wait a second – why do I see my reflection in a hole? Oh, the force field. Right.