The Half-Blood Prince and Harry Potter

Disclaimer: As fun as that would be, I don't own anybody in HP Universe ;-)

Summary: Harry Potter teams up with the Half-Blood Prince and together, they try to fight Voldemort! But who is the Prince? Well, he's powerful! He's really smart! He's a real hunter! And he's... orange, fluffy and ugly! Everybody, meet Crookshanks!

AN: Oh, well, I just had to get some of my insanity out of the system, no?

Chapter 1

many years before

The King of kneazles was eagerly awaiting the great Queen of Cats in his private castle in the forest. Old Ramana, wasn't she a wonderful cat-lady? Of course, he'd never tell his own Queen that he fancied the Queen of Cats, she'd have him castrated!

Ah, and here she was, proudly entering his humble castle walking just as elegantly as ever, wearing a wonderfully-looking catsuit.

"Welcome, welcome, Ramana" he purred. "I'm so glad you could join us"

"Ah, I'm very glad to be here" the brownish cat replied like a true noble. In fact, the King had noticed a long time ago that cats were always noble, even if they lived –just like his dearest Ramana- on the streets.

"Which is the very important news you had for me?" he asked.

"Oh, sweet Ravalar" she said slowly, in a purr and jumped to his throne. "I am afraid... that I am carrying your kittens!"

"What?" the King said. "No! This cannot be!"

"Oh, but it is" she said and two tears fell down his cheeks. "I will give birth to them soon... I think there are two of them"

"Oh, my" the King said slowly. "What should we do?"

"I know!" she replied slowly. "Oh, sweet Ravalar... I will go away for awhile... Nobody needs to know that you are their father, isn't that right? And then, I could say that I had them with one of my servants"

"But they will see!" Ravalar said, his voice full of sadness. "They will see that they are not fully cats, but also part kneazles!"

"With one of your servants, then!" she cried. "One of yours! I'll say he died hit by a car after we... Before my kittens were born! I must go now... Take care, love"

She gently kissed him on the cheek and left, her kitten heels slowly padding on his stone floor.

"Take care! Of yourself... and of our kittens!" he cried behind her. "Take care! Take care!"

And so, the Queen of Cats left the castle of the Royal kneazles.

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"YOUR kittens!" the Queen of kneazles cried towards her husband. "YOUR KITTENS! How dare you, you insufferable git!"

"Yvonne, Yvonne, please..." Ravalar said. "Be reasonable!"

"Ah! You... You cheated on me!" she said and tears rolled down her cheeks. With a cat!"

"But please... Yvonne, love you" he whispered.

"No more! No more do I want to hear you say such words to me. I despise you!" she cried. "I shall not say a word to none, if you promise... to do the same and... to never let those... kittens of yours enter the castle!"

"Very well, I swear!" Ravalar said and Yvonne ran out of his room. He collapsed on his majestic pillow and, after much thinking, he slipped into a catnap... That was the greatest mistake of his life.

Yvonne was no kneazle likely to forget such an offense. After she had listened to his talking to Ramana, she had already forged a plan. His cheating with the Queen meant treachery towards her and of course, treachery towards any member of the royal families was rewarded with death. Death be it then.

After leaving his rooms in a rage, she managed to find a wolf she had befriended a long time before and got him to kill the King... Soon enough, there was panic in the castle as they found the body of the kneazle lying on his pillow, full of blood and dead. There was sign of struggle, but some had seen a wolf enter the place... It must have been his fault! Yvonne became ultimate Queen of kneazles

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Ramana gave birth to her kittens on the streets of London. She realized she had a by and a girl and she was happy to see that they were both cute... She was dust-colored and he was reddish. Oh, how beautiful her kittens were!

She returned to her lover's castle, but there she was greeted by an angry Yvonne that basically told her to leave forever and never to speak to kneazles again.

She returned to London with her kittens, but soon the girl was kidnapped by a horrible man that saw in her the cat he had always wanted. Of course, she had not seemed to be any bit kneazle to him. After all, she looked rather like a very ugly cat by now, her beauty as a small kitten had disappeared...

And the second disaster struck after a few years when he was kidnapped by a witch from Diagon Alley that had a pet shop. And after a long time, he was finally bought by a very specific Hermione Granger