A Purrfect Relationship

Chapter 2.

The Little Things That Count

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(Random Tiny Little Sort Of Only A Little Author's Note: This chapter switches to Crookshanks' point of view.)

I stared at the beautiful feline in front of me. What an attractive cat! Perhaps we could go rat hunting in the future! But, I must introduce myself. Never let it be said my noble bloodline has no manners.

I purred, and meowed a gentle greeting. Much to my surprise, instead of rubbing noses or meowing back, she angrily hissed.

Oh, I must just have said the wrong thing. I meowed again, a softer meow, whilst inwardly counting the ways I loved her yellow eyes, her beautiful fur, and—

My love was in danger! Up approached that red headed boy, who owned that no-good rat! My kneazle powers did not detect the same aura of a dishonest creature, but he could not be too much better than his rat. And there was my kind owner, walking with him!

"It's Ms. Norris, and without Filch around too! No one would know if I gave her a good kick!""Oh, Ron, don't-" urged my kindly owner, but she was not able to complete her sentence, as I leaped onto he who would do my love hurt, and clawed at his leg, howling and hissing.

"Hermione! Your bloody cat's gone crazy!" yelled the red haired menace, as he fought to kick me off. He raised his wand, and yelled "Expelliarmus!" The spell went quite off target, as I got in a good claw in his right hand at that moment. It shot towards my newfound kitty companion, and she was blasted against the wall.

I suddenly got a strong feeling that there was a dishonest creature nearby, and suddenly a filthy and ugly man appeared on the scene as though it looked like he had taken a secret passageway.

"What've you ruffians done to my cat! Detention! To my office, Granger, Weasley!"

He ran and scooped up my distraught friend. He must be kidnapping her! Yowling, I leaped off the leg of my former enemy, and climbed up to the face of my new one, which I began scratching, eager to save my beautiful newfound love.

The Crookshanks family line would be proud of me, if only they could see me now.