DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything, blah, blah, blah. "Sigh" I'm getting really tired of having to say that all the time. But you know, if I didn't, it would be just my luck to have the story taken off. Fanfiction.

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An Order meeting was being held at Number 12 Grimald Place. In regards to the whereabouts of one Harry James Potter. The guy just defeated the greatest Dark Lord that ever lived. So naturally everyone was a little itchy to see him again.

"But Albus! What if he's lost?! Or hurt?!" Mrs. Weasley panicked and paced about the room. Making everyone who was worried even more worried now. Remus shared a similar expression to her, but was less vocal about it.

Ron and Hermione grasped each other's hand tightly in the midst of the arguments and the shouting that had erupted across the room. The only people that were silent were Severus Snape, who looked as though he was itching to blame it all on Harry. And Dumbledore, who expression was somewhat mixed between amusement and annoyance.

"Relax Molly." Albus talked to her in a soothing voice laced with magic. Trying to calm her down in some degree, if any.

"I agree with Albus." Moody growled at the now quieting mass of people. "The boy just defeated the Bloody Dark Lord. He can take care of himself."

"I agree with Moody. Harry wrote a letter to us. Stating that he wished to be alone. He said he would return. And I believe that he will. You just need to be patient." He continued with that voice that seemed gentle and commanding at the same time. That damn twinkle in his eye never diminishing.

"But what if he needs me?!" Molly, the ever protective surrogate mother. Didn't believe for one second that there was a time when Harry or one of her other children didn't need her.

"Then he knows how to get in contact with us." Albus said firmly. Everyone shut there mouths. Obviously the discussion was over. "Don't worry. Harry can take care of himself." He smiled assuringly.

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'Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me. . ." Harry, A.K.A. Mine the Cat, jumped up and down on top of Luna, who was currently snoring in her bed.

Luna mumbled something incoherent and sat up in her bed. Harry grinned at himself, in anticipation of something to eat. He didn't have a lot to eat last night when that door hit him. And he was starving!

Not to mention his damn cat instincts. Which might explain why it was 5:00 in the morning and he was wide awake.

Although up, he noticed Luna wasn't entirely awake. She bent over to pick him up, something that Harry didn't particularly like, but something he'd learned to live through. If he could live through one of Mrs. Weasley's hugs, he could certainly live through anything.

Luna grabbed him and flung him out her bedroom door. Slamming it in his face. He heard her mumble something again and return to her bed with a heavy sigh. Harry glared at the door.

'Oi! I can't take care of myself, you know!' He yelled in her face.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. . ."

'I want Meow Mix, I want Meow Mix, feed me, feed me, give me Meow Mix, something something, blah blah blah blah. . . shoot. I cant remember how that song goes in English.' Harry finally gave up and went to explore the house a bit. The house was still dark, but that was little of a problem for obvious reasons.

Harry came across the bathroom again, giving a slight shudder at the door that had assaulted him so. Walking inside, he hoped onto the sink and found a mirror. He looked at himself.

Indeed his lightning bolt scar was almost unrecognizable beneath the fur. The newer scar however, a long one that went over his right eye and down half his face, was very seeable. Looked kinda cool.

It added character to his face. Gave his face a hardness that accompanied his gaze. He wondered what it looked like when he was human. If he ever became human again.

'Okay, now the glare.' He glared at himself in the mirror. He wasn't sure if a cat could glare. This confirmed his suspicions though as to why his glares did no good. Cat's can't glare. The best he could do was squint his eyes. And that was more of a calculating look than a glare.

'Damn.'

With a sigh, he went off in search of his litter box. It had taken better half of the night to drag and pull it into the nearby closet. He wasn't even going to go into how difficult it had been to use a litter box while at the pet shop. Forced to do his business in public for all the world to see.

If he ever showed his cat face in the wizarding world again, it would be too soon. Especially if people learned that he had been that particular cat.

He just had to hold out until Hogwarts. When he got there, he could try to get a hold of Dumbledore or something. Try to tell people who he was. It was pointless to try and explain this to Luna.

Thankfully, soon would be Hogwarts. And things could only get better from here. Right?