A/N: I told you it'd take me a while to update, now didn't I? Well, it's here now.
The Ministry of Magic provided no means to turn the transmuted wizards and witches back into humans. So they did what any government would do when faced with a problem they could not solve: pretend it never existed. They provided the cat-like beings with a large plot of land, where they would not be disturbed by both the magical and muggle community. A few spells had been cast over the area to make sure of it. The Ministry also promised that they'd find a cure as soon as possible. But there was always a difference between saying something and actually following through.
After a few years, the Jellicles had nearly given up finding a cure for their unwanted felinity. They were making every attempt to settle into their new lives; they built homes, farmed, and even began families. The group named themselves "Jellicles," called the women "Queens," and the men "Toms." To relieve themselves of the dull monotony, they celebrated the holidays as well. One holiday they themselves created, known as the Jellicle Ball. It happened on the first full moon after the death of Voldemort. As the old man had promised, they made up lore to protect their children, or kittens, from the painful truth. There was history involved, as well; terrific battles fought by ancestors who never existed, imagined peace treaties with the humans that were broken, resulting in their current exile. The majority renamed themselves, too ashamed of their new forms to use a name that tied into their human past. The fables were so elaborate, that even some of the adults who should have known better began to believe it. It was far better for the kittens this way. At least they wouldn't know that they were a monstrosity in the eyes of human kind.
Quaxo, who preferred to be called Mistoffelees, was displaying magical abilities— to the immense relief of the Jellicles. Alonzo and Cassandra were immensely proud of their kit. Alonzo was the black and white tom, who's original name was Jason. Cassandra had been too proud to change her name.
There were other kittens, as well. Each and every one of them magical. None of them knew of their true heritage. Macavity, the only adult Jellicle who managed to retain his magical abilities, was soon found out. After refusing to help the Jellicles overcome the curse and train the kittens, he was banished. His mate, Griddlebone, left with him. Their parents tried to teach the kits to control their magic, but it was useless without the ability to perform it themselves.
There was quite an uproar at the Ministry. All of the offspring of those hideous cat-creatures were of age to begin attending wizard school. Some of them were old enough to be fifth years! Cornelius Fudge wondered if they should be let into Hogwarts. After all, they weren't even human anymore, and the normal students would probably completely reject them. And all the complaints against it! Fudge did not think he could stand that many howlers. He'd go deaf after the first day. Fortunately for him, he wouldn't have to debate with himself for long. The problem was decided upon when Albus Dumbledore showed up at the Ministry.
"We cannot possibly send them to your school, Dumbledore. They're a liability. We do not know if they're dangerous or not. They could attack your students!" Cornelius Fudge roared. Dumbledore merely sat there with his calm smile.
"We will not know unless we try, Cornelius. They are wizards and witches, just the same as any of the pupils who attend Hogwarts," he replied, eyes twinkling although the rest of his face was stern.
"They're cat... things!" Cornelius countered, then calmed down. "Besides, what if your students do not accept them? They would be shunned, tormented, and the butt of every 'accidental' hex."
"I will personally take responsibility for any mishaps that may occur, Cornelius," Dumbledore replied.
"But..." Cornelius faltered.
"This conversation is over. The Jellicle children— what an interesting name— will be attending my school. Should things go awry, they will be sent home and I shall step down as headmaster to repent for my actions."
"But..." The Minister repeated, unable to think of an appropriate response.
"Good day to you, Cornelius." Dumbledore stood, and began to walk out of the room. The Minister spluttered for a few moments, before finally finding his tongue.
"That's Fudge to you, Dumbledore!" he shouted, cramming his lime green bowler hat onto his head.
"Ooooooh! Look at the big bird!" Etcetera squealed, pointing to the sky where a large barn owl could be seen circling, as if to land shortly. All activity ceased, as the Jellicles watched in shock. The adults had some understanding of the owl's purpose. It was going to deliver one of them a letter, something that they hadn't witnessed in a long, long time. Right now it was looking for the recipient.
Old Deuteronomy stepped into view, and the owl landed right on his shoulder. On its right leg, was a small box. Inside, were eleven letters, all individually addressed to the kittens in green curly script. On the back was the Hogwarts coat of arms. The owl hopped off of the old tom's shoulder, perching on a nearby tree to await a reply. With a sigh, Old Deuteronomy mumbled, "It would have been easier just to send one letter for them all."
"What is it?" Mistoffelees asked, head tilted in a classic feline expression of curiousity. "Who's it from?"
"I think we're going to have to have a talk about this, kittens, go run and play," Jennyanydots told them, making a shooing motion.
"But I want to see!" Etcetera whined.
"Go play," Munkustrap ordered, in a tone that was pure authority. Grumbling, the kittens obeyed and left the adults.
"What is it, Old Deuteronomy," Jellylorum asked.
"Letters. The kittens have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," the old tom replied, sitting down.
"Seriously?" Demeter replied incredulously.
"They're right here. Why else would Dumbledore write us?" Munkustrap answered, still staring at the letters.
"Should we let them go?" Old Deuteronomy asked, getting right to the point. "You are their parents, it is up to you to decide."
The Jellicles murmured quietly amongst themselves, overall quite confused as to why the kittens had been accepted in the first place. Every now and again, the sounds of their debates rose to shouting, until Munkustrap and Old Deuteronomy restored the calm. Finally, after seemingly hours, they appeared to have reached an agreement.
"Old Deuteronomy, we want our children to attend Hogwarts. They'll learn to control their magic, and maybe Dumbledore has an idea or two of how to cure us. They have to go." Skimbleshanks announced.
"Very well, then." Old Deuteronomy answered. "Fortunately, it seems as though Dumbledore has taken care of the costs for us. All we have to do is get them to King's Cross before the Hogwart's Express leaves."
"It's almost as if he knew we'd agree," Tugger remarked. "How do you think the kits will handle suddenly being surrounded by humans?" They had been taught through their 'history' lessons to fear humans, to help retain their secrecy. The tribe grew silent as they realized this. It would be asking them a lot to go live among humans.
"Well, I'm sure Dumbledore has made plans for all of this," Jennyanydots said, with a slight nod, "He's wise in ways no one understands." To this, all the Jellicles had to agree.
A/N: Now, some of you may be crying "Blasphemy! It's against the CATS canon! How can -all- the kits be magical?" Well, if you don't like it, then don't read it. I'll just tell you this: it is essential to the plot that I have all the kittens in Hogwarts.