Transfiguration Chapter 2: Remembering, a harry potter fanfic

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Here's the second chappie.

Remembering.

Bump. Bump. Bump. I wondered what all the bumping was. I lazily opened my eyes. I saw legs. And shoes. I realized I was on the floor of the Hogwarts express. I was in my basket. I mewed softly, so Hermione would know I was awake.

"Oh, Crookshanks, are you awake?" She asked, kneeling down and looking at me.

I meowed my agreement. Hermione swept a wisp of hair out of her face as she fumbled with the straps, letting me out. I leapt out of the basket, and stretched my legs. I looked around the carriage. Harry was sitting next to fire-boy, who was kicking his legs. Next to me was Hermione. And next to Hermione was…I breathed in sharply…Remus Lupin. I hadn't seen him in years…Remus Lupin, one of my best friends at Hogwarts. I leapt at him, hoping to land at his feet, and maybe wake him up. He wasn't looking to well, was it that time of the month?

Of course, I, James Potter, being in actual fact a human, and not a half cat, half kneazle hybrid, miscalculated my jump yet again and landed on fire-boy's lap. I heard a squeaking noise coming from fire-boy's pocket. It was that rat from the pet shop, fire-boy's pet. Fire-boy tried to hit me, flailing his long, lanky arms. I jumped off his lap, and landed on the empty seat between Hermione and Remus. Fire-boy was glaring at me. I glared back. We did this for a little while. It became boring, so I leapt down and curled up at Harry's feet. He scratched me behind the ears absent-mindedly.

Bump, Bump… Bump. The bumps were getting slower and smaller. Then they stopped altogether. I felt my fur rise. Something was not right. Suddenly it felt colder. Much colder. I jumped back on the empty seat between Remus and Hermione. I drew out my claws, and scratched Remus's legs lightly. He didn't show any signs of feeling it.

Wow, he really must be in a bad way.

The lights flickered, then went out. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the sudden darkness. The cabin door slid open. In came a girl who must be related to fire-boy. She had the same, fire-red hair. Following her was a slightly pudgy boy. The girl sat in the corner next to Harry. The pudgy boy sat down. On me.

"OUCH!" I meowed. I clawed at the boy. When he finally realised that he was sitting on me, he leapt up. I swiped at his leg for good measure and curled up on Hermione's lap. The windows fogged up. There was tension in the air. Then the door opened. I cowered back, under the seat. In came a Dementor.

It looked around the compartment, and I felt dizzy. Dementors don't affect animals as much as humans, because animals have less complex minds. But I still felt sick, and very, very cold. I was shivering, even though my fur was thick enough to stop me from feeling the usual chills, especially in February when it is cold. Then Remus woke up. He lit his wand. "None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go!" His face looked stressed and tired.

When the dementor didn't leave, he muttered, "Expecto Patronum!" His wand let out a beam of silver. The dementor let out a high pitched squeal only I could hear. It then fled down the corridor. The lights came back on. Harry had fainted and was on the floor. I walked up to him and licked his face. He woke up a few minutes later, and I was relieved. I curled back up and went to sleep. Hey, I'm a cat. We usually sleep twenty hours a day, right?

It was Monday. The Welcoming Feast had been yesterday, and Hermione had let me out early in the morning, leaving me free to roam Hogwarts grounds. After chasing a few birds, I wandered into Hagrid's pumpkin patch. It was a nice spring day, and I could smell fragrant flowers all around me.

A few bushes behind me rustled. I felt my fur rise. I turned around. And I saw a big, black dog. My first instinct was to run. Then I realised the dog was oddly familiar. Just like the rat at the pet shop had been. I cautiously stepped forward. The dog barked loudly. I tried to translate the canine dialect into feline in my head, but the words weren't familiar.

Damn. Why didn't they have a canine-feline dictionary? Oh, right…most animals can't read. Unless they're an Animagus…

Animagus! Of course, now I remembered who the dog was. An Animagus. By the name of Sirius Black.

Then I remembered lots of things. Things which I hadn't wanted to remember in years.

"Padfoot, Wormtail, Moony and Prongs. Friends forever, in the face of darkness, on the side of light. We will do our best to do what's right. Even though the clouds are blocking out the sun, we will strive and hope to still have fun.

To us! Mr. Padfoot, Mr. Wormtail, Mr. Moony and Mr. Prongs! Friends, brothers, 'til the end of time. Us- marauders, explorers, for forever and more.

The raising of glasses, the singing of songs, the chanting of friends, can be undone by no one…GROUP HUG!"
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"James, you can't be nervous. You've been ready for this moment since you were eleven, right? Remember the first day you saw her, you ran straight to the dorm, and declared, right in front of me, Remus and Peter, may I add, that you were in love with her? Then you spent six years chasing her? She always rejected you, thinking, quite rightly in fact, that you were an obnoxious show off? Well now you're waiting here, because the woman of your dreams is getting married to you? No, James, you can't be nervous!"

"PREPARE TO DIE, POTTER! You aren't escaping this time, you can run, but you can't hide from Lord Voldemort. You and your Mudblood wife aren't going anywhere!

"So, Potter, maybe you escaped last time. Does that make you think you're special? You've defied me three times now…and you even have a son! A son who is the prophecy child…you looked surprised, Potter, what did I tell you about hiding from Lord Voldemort? Did you think you could hide the information from me forever…I guess that just means that two will be dying to night…"

"Two?"

"I have other plans for you…"

"What are you going to do with me?

"What, me tell you and spoil the fun for later on? Odd, Potter, you didn't strike me as the type who had to know everything and be in total control of the situation. I thought that position rested with the Mudblood. Who is currently trying to escape through the FIREPLACE. Unless she intends to climb up it, who am I to fathom at what goes through a Mudblood's mind, maybe she though I would 'forget' to put up wards, she'll find that she won't be leaving the house tonight. At least not alive…"

I stopped reminiscing, and looked at the dog- no, Sirius. I meowed my hello. He barked back. The clouds were gathering over head, and it looked like it would soon start raining.

At least we were getting somewhere. "Sirius," I meowed, "Is that you?" He barked in the affirmative, before bounding towards the Whomping Willow, the rain now falling from the clouds, making Sirius's feet all muddy. When we neared the tree, it started swinging its branches. Its leafy green branches were out to hit us as many times as they could. He bounded through the tunnel; his sleek black fur was getting all matted.

We reached the main room of the Shrieking Shack. It looked dilapidated as usual, bite and scratch marks adorning most of the furniture. Sirius then transformed back into his human form.

"You're no cat." He stated.

"I know I'm not." I meowed.

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