DISCLAIMERL: I do not own Harry Potter blah, blah, blah. You should know the drill by now.

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Harry glared at him with all his might. Well, he hoped it was a glare. He wasn't entirely sure if cats could glare. He would have to find a mirror later and find out. In the mean time, he could only hope it was a glare.

Severus Snape looked down at him with his usual sneer set in place. Most likely because he happened to be hissing and showing his teeth at him at the moment. Snape glared back at him. Anyone else looking at them might think it odd that a person would stop to glare at a cat. But Snape didn't know that he was an animagus.

'Adopt me and I'll claw your eyes out in your sleep, you slimy git!' Harry felt the hair rise on his back while he continued to hiss and meow at him. All the other cats in the place suddenly started to hiss and meow at Snape as well. 'Maybe they're not as stupid as I thought.'

Snape blinked and stepped away carefully from the cages while everyone else in the Pet shop all stopped and looked at Snape strangely. Walking away from the cats, he walked over to the counter.

"I'm looking for Harry Potter." He stated bluntly. Harry looked up at him. He should have realized that they would have started looking for him by now. Thing is he couldn't tell Snape that he was a cat at the moment.

"Harry Potter? THE Harry Potter is here?" A few wizards and witches began to chat excitedly at the thought of meeting a celebrity.

"No. He's not here." Snape snapped at them. "If he was I'm sure he would be surrounded by hordes of fan girls by now."

Harry shook his head. 'You don't know how right you are, Snape.' But Harry felt the need to glare at him anyway. Despite the fact that he knew Harry hated being a celebrity, he still liked to rub it in his face. Even when he wasn't around. Considering the fact that he just saved the world from Voldemort. . . again, Snape sure knew how to show his gratitude.

"The stupid boy has run off again." Snape muttered darkly. Causing more commotion among the people in this shop.

'Smooth, Snape. REAL smooth.' Harry buried his head under his paws. At least he wouldn't have to read the paper tomorrow. He knew the headlines already. BOY-WHO-LIVED DISAPPEARS!

He heard the door open and close. One of the customers had left the building. No doubt to spread the word around the alley about his supposed disappearance. 'Thank you Snape.' He growled to himself. 'For making my life MORE difficult.'

Another shadow drifted over him. He looked up wearily to receive yet another scare. As if his day couldn't get any worse, who should arrive at my cage? 'Why? WHY?'

Draco Malfoy looked down at his cage with half interest. He seemed to be studying him almost with interest. Despite the fact that Harry was hissing and meowing up a storm worse than what he had given Snape.

"What about this one, Godfather?" Malfoy turned his head to Snape who was still at the counter. "He's certainly mean enough. Maybe I could teach him to sick that Granger's cat. I'll call him Scar Head."

Harry found himself so angry that he couldn't even emit a single sound now. Life, death, and animagus form it seemed Malfoy was destined to annoy him until the end of time. 'So, you want a mean cat? Do you?'

Draco turned away from his Godfather who was ignoring him at the moment and looked back down at the cat. The black cat sat politely in its cage now. Huge pleading sad eyes looked up at him and gave him the cutest sound it could utter.

". . .mew. . ."

Draco's face turned into another sneer similar to Snape's. "Hmph. You are not evil enough to be my cat." He stated before walking away to look at the other animals.

'whew.' Harry let out a sigh. 'Damn right I'm not, Malfoy. Although I now question his supposed superior gean pool if you feel the need to state this fact to a cat.' He smirked to himself. He wasn't sure if it would work. His luck apparently hadn't run out too much.

"Ooo! Kitty!" A small high-pitched voice squealed somewhere close to him. Harry suddenly found himself getting yanked out of his cage and slammed against a hard body. Hard body then continued to hug the air out of his lungs.

"Ooo, kitty, kitty, KITTY!" A little five-year only girl hugged him to her chest with all her might while Harry tried his best to breath again. Now in shock as he felt the girl proceed to pet him with WAY too much force.

'Five-year old girl and the hugging and the pulling of the tail and the chasing around the house. . .' Harry began to contemplate just what kind of hell he was about to get himself in if this girl adopted him. A horrifying image came to mind as he saw the girl trying to put him in a dolls outfit and play house.

'MALYFOY! MALFOY! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ARSE BACK HERE NOW AND ADOPT ME! MAAALLLLLFFOOOOOOOY!' Harry squirmed in the girl's arms in vain attempts at escape. Alas, the girl was too strong.

"Mrrrreeeooooooooow! Mreow! Meow! Hiss, hiss! MEOW!"

Leaping out of the girl's arms, he jumped back into his cage and closed to door on himself. Heaving a sigh of relief, he ignored the sad look on the girl. Looking over himself for any serious injuries to himself.

"Come on sweetie." An older woman came over to the girl and took her hand before she in turn looked at Harry with interest. "Lets go look at the other kittens instead. I don't think this one is house trained." She led the child away.

"Oi! I resent that statement, lady.' He glared at their retreating form. He was finding a newfound respect for cats. 'But I wont argue that point right now.' He felt relieved that they were leaving him alone. His main priority at the moment was to continue breathing.

Yet another shadow fell upon his cage. Harry was afraid to look up and see who it was this time. 'Its going to be a looooong day. . .'