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!

Author: zimagesto

AN: I'm mad and don't you just love it?

Chapter 3

"I can't find Crookshanks!" Hermione cried desperately, throwing things at Ron. Whether she was throwing them at him because she was expecting her cat to be under them and she was searching or whether she wanted to hurt him, he couldn't tell. But it wasn't pretty.

"Calm down, Hermione, he's probably gone hunting" Harry said. "Really"

"NO!" she shrieked and turned towards Ron. "It was you! You hate my cat! You threw him away!"

"Um…" Ron said.

"See! You can't deny it!" she shrieked at him. Most of Gryffindor Tower was staring at them. Ron was standing in the middle of the common room, holding a lot of things in her arms and Hermione was standing next to the fireplace, holding a metal thing in her hand. Maybe the fact that she kept gesturing with it made on slightly unfazed about what she was saying. Now, if she hit him with that…

"He hasn't done anything!" Harry said from his place on the sofa. "Come on, Herm!"

"He hates that cat" she said, turning towards the green-eyed boy who gulped seeing her nearly throwing the metal thing at him. "He…"

"But he loves you!" Harry said quickly and Hermione frowned. "He wouldn't do anything that could hurt you!"

"Really?" she asked, turning towards Ron, confused. "I hadn't noticed."

Most of the common room sighed desperately. How more obvious could it have been? Hermione just stared at Ron, Ron just stared at Hermione and then, Hermione nodded slowly.

"I guess he must be out hunting, then" she said and Harry smacked his forehead. "and really, Ron, if you'd been the least bit daring and asked me out…"

With that, she left upstairs. Ron just stared after her.

"Oh, no…" he muttered slowly before Ginny walked up to him and said in a very comforting tone:

"Don't worry. You still have good shots. I'd tell you to go after her and tell her something nice and asking her out, but since you can't, you'll have to wait. Oh, and I suggest you find Crookshanks and befriend him"

Ron muttered something to himself before sighing and sitting down next to Harry.

"What are you learning?" he asked.

"The basic principles of relative physics" Harry replied shortly and fell down in admiration with the book.

"Are you mad!" Ron asked before he looked down in the book and everything dawned on him. "Ah, basic principles of relative physiques! God, I just love twin women when they're all like that…"

Harry smirked before going back to his playboy.

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Crookshanks had just slid through the Fat Lady's portrait and was about to go see his friend, Hermione, when he felt himself being picked up.

"Well, hello, you ugly little brute" he heard in a fake-pleasant voice and turned to see Hermione's friend, Ron.

"Oh, no" he mouthed. Luckily, it wasn't loud enough for the human to realize he could speak.

"You're my ticket to her heart, you know that?" the redhead asked and Crookshanks let out a desperate meow. Oh, God, he swore he'd act nice with him and recommend him to Hermione as a good boyfriend, but please, please, couldn't he not touch him!

"Meow?" he said grudgingly and looked up the stairs. Oh, look! There was Hermione! Thank goodness! He started purring like a mad cat and Hermione beamed upon seeing Ron with Crookshanks.

"Oh, Ron, you're getting along with Crookshanks!"

"Yes! He's not so bad once you get used to him, really" Ron replied and the half-kneazle wondered if anybody would consider his feelings there and put him down.

"Meow?" he said and made to jump out of the boy's hands.

"Oh, here you go!" Ron said and put him down. Finally!

With a roll of his eyes, Crookshanks walked up towards Hermione's bedroom. One of the cats had contacted him at the funeral and he would soon become the official king of cats, as would Norris become the queen of cats.

"Hey now, you're an all star! Get your game on, go, play! Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get, paid!" he sang to himself. "CATS RULE!"

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"Through here, Norris" Crookshanks said, as they went into Hogsmeade. "Some of our subjects said they'd be meeting us in that cave on the hill"

"Sounds like fun" she replied, panting. "Filch'll go nuts when he sees I'm missing"

"Aw, come on, sis, it ain't that bad!" Crookshanks said with a grin and they went up the hill. "It's only a few hours and then we have our kingdom. And you know what? I plan on becoming king of kneazles, too"

"Good. Then we'll have two kingdoms" she replied, unimpressed. "We really should kick Yvone from here to the next world. I hate her, that snobbish idiot"

"Oh, yeah" Crookshanks replied. "Okay, ladies first!"

Norris entered the cave, Crookshanks right after her. There, in front of them, stood a black cat with white whiskers and two brownish cats, as well as about ten others who were more in the back of the room.

"Oh, hail the King and Queen of cats!" they all meowed together and one of them said, in the back, after all the others: "Yeah, them! Live!"

"You shall be crowned together in the Forbidden Forest" the black cat said in a medieval high priests' voice "in two weeks from now! May both you live!"

"Oh, hail the King and Queen of cats!" the cats chorused again. "The greatest of the cats, long may they live!"

"Even if they're half-kneazles" the same cat said, after all the others and some turned to glare at him. "Heh… oops?" They all turned back.

"Even before the crowning" the priest-ish cat said "you are allowed to give orders! Which are your first?"

"Um…" both Crookshanks and Norris said slowly before Crookshanks got an idea "One of you should tell me of our political status in the world and about our international and interbreed cooperation as well as our status in the war against Voldemort"

"Of course!" the priest-like cat said and opened his mouth, saying loudly. "The purest of the cats…"

It was then he realized he was alone. He turned towards the others and hem-hemmed a bit, before making a small gesture towards the others. With a sheepish grin, he turned back and opened his mouth again.

"The purest of the cats, the greatest of us, forever be they hailed!" all the cats said together.

"Hey, see the irony! They're half kneazles!" the last cat said again. The others turned towards him and meowed threateningly before two of them jumping on him. "A, meow, meeeoow, please, stop! MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

Crookshanks and Norris observed the scene with fur flying everywhere for two seconds before Norris said:

"That's so barbaric! Stop it at once!"

The cats stopped indeed and everybody turned towards the king and queen.

"Oh, hail the King and Queen of cats!" the cats chorused again. "The greatest of the cats, long may they live!"

"This will be a loooooooooooong day" Crookshanks said and Norris smiled tiredly at him.

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Replies (and thank you) to:

Alcapacien: Thanks. And unfortunately, it's one of my slow going stories… but I'll keep updating!

Tsuetsu: Thanks!

Brittney-a-t: That Crookshanks talking to me scene won't be happening again… at least I don't think so (although somebody said he liked it). And mushy scenes… Well, Crookshanks said the same, didn't he? And I must oblige my main characters ;-)