RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 146
Harry blinked. Padfoot seemed to have grown a lot. And the grass in the back garden was scraching his nose, making him want to sneeze.
"Oh, bravo!" said Remus. "Very nicely done, Harry!"
His voice seemed louder than usual; almost deafening. Harry pawed at his ear, and nearly fell over.
Remus chucked, and ran a gentle hand over Harry's glossy black fur.
"There there, Harry," he soothed. "I daresay it takes some getting used to."
Harry purred, and attempted a few steps. It was odd, walking on four legs, but not especially difficult.
Padfoot nudged Harry along with his nose, and then, growing impatient, carefully picked him up in his mouth. Harry yowled but didn't attempt to struggle. Padfoot's rough tongue rasped along his belly.
Remus smiled. "C'mon, kitten," he said. "I'm sure Padfoot has a lot of things he'd like you to help in explore."