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Chapter 8

Hermione Granger pushed her bushy brown hair out of her eyes as she flicked through the pages of a heavy, leather-bound book. She thought about Pasha. Months had past since she and Harry started dating. Hermione thought that they looked very happy together, like they were meant to be. She had never seen Harry this joyful before and she was happy for her friend, but she couldn't help but notice something strange about Pasha. Like, just the other day, she had walked in on her talking to Crookshanks, calling her "Sister." And she had heard her talking to Mrs. Norris, Filch the caretakers cat.And the fact that she heard her going out almost every night. Finally, she found what she was searching for in the book and began to read avidly. She felt bad doing this; researching Pasha. They had become close friends in the past few months, but she was curious to know. Hermione found the page she was looking for, and gasped at what she read. She had to tell Harry right away.

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Pasha lay on the grass, her head in Harry's lap. The sun beat down on everything outside their shelter under the tree. The past few months had been the best in Pasha's life. Time seemed to fast forward whenever she was with Harry, and her heart would ache whenever he wasn't around. They would talk and laugh all day. She couldn't understand how she could change in such a short amount of time. She no longer tried to hide her feelings and emotions. The years and years of training drummed into her disappeared as if they never happened. But her mission was always gnawing away at the back of her mind. She hadn't met with Malfoy in months. If she did complete the mission she would never be able to come back to Hogwarts again. Never see Harry again.

Pasha desperately wanted to tell him everything, but she knew he would never trust her when he found out that she worked for the Dark Lord. Maybe she could just tell him about what she was? Just that, nothing more. Yes, he could probably live with that, he would understand.

"Harry, I have something to tell you," she said, making up her mind.

"Yes?" he asked, stroking her shiny black curls.

"I've never told anyone before, and I'm not supposed to but…" she paused. "I'm a - "

"Harry!"

They both sat up and turned to see Hermione running towards them. Pasha sighed, she would probably never work up the courage to tell him again.

"Harry," panted Hermione, out of breath from her run. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Harry glanced at Pasha, "can you stay here? I'll be back in a sec."

"Sure," said Pasha. She moved out of the shade to bathe in the sun as she watched them walk off.

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Harry followed Hermione who was leading him off, away from Pasha. She had been about to tell him something before Hermione had interrupted. He got the feeling it was important.

"Hermione, where are we going?" he asked. He looked back towards the tree Pasha was sitting under. He could only make her out as a small dark blob, stretched out in the sun liked a cat. Hermione suddenly halted and turned on him. Harry nearly walked into her.

"Hermione, what-?"

"Harry, do you know what she is?"

"Who? Pasha?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, Pasha."

"Um…a witch?"

"No Harry. She's a Felimorphis."

"A Feli-what?"

Hermione sighed, "a Felimorphis. I found the term in a book. It all adds up. She's a Felimorphis."

"And what exactly is a Felimorphis?"

"They're part human, part feline."

"But don't you think I would have noticed if she was half a cat?" asked Harry skeptically.

Hermione shook her head. "They have a human form and a feline form. And they retain some of their feline features when in their human form."

"You mean, they can turn into a cat? Like an Animagus?"

"Yes, and no. They can turn into any kind of animal in the cat family. But only one kind. It depends on the person. And they are born that way, they don't drink a potion."

"So you think Pasha's a Feli-thingy."

"A Felimorphis," Hermione corrected. "And yes, I do think so. Remember the time you told me about that thing you saw at night out the window? That was her."

Harry couldn't believe it. Pasha, a Felimorphis. He tried to imagine her turning into a tiger. He couldn't.

"And remember when she told us she was going to be in Slytherin?" continued Hermione.

"Yeah."

"Well, I think I know why she got into Gryffindor. Legend has it that Godric Gryffindor was a Felimorphis."

"Pasha's a descendant of Godric Gryffindor?"

Hermione nodded, "that's what I think. Why else would she have been put into Gryffindor? She sounded pretty sure she was going to get into Slytherin."

"Why do you look so worried? Being a Felimorphis isn't that bad is it?" asked Harry, noticing the look on her face.

"Harry, Pasha may be in danger."

"What?"

"It was said that Voldemort used Felimorphis in his army the last time he was in power. And now that he's come back..." Hermione trailed off.

Harry started to walk back to the tree.

"Where are you going?" Hermione said, running after him.

"To ask her myself."

With Harry's brisk pace, they reached the tree in a matter of seconds. Pasha sat up and lazily looked up at them, squinting her eyes at the sun.

"Are you a Felimorphis?"

Pasha bolted up, "how did you...?"

"Well? Are you?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was. Just then, before Hermione came."

"What about before then? You had all that time."

"I've never told anyone before. And my orders, I'm not supposed to tell anyone."

"Your orders?"

"I mean," Pasha said hurriedly, "parents instructions."

"Oh."

"Harry," she said pleadingly, "you're not mad at me are you?"

Harry shook his head; he could never be mad at her.

"Of course not," he said, embracing her, "just a little disappointed that you wouldn't trust me enough."

Pasha pulled away from him and looked him in eye, dead serious, "Harry. I would trust you with my life. It's just a little... complicated."

And Harry believed her.

The three of them started making their way back to the castle, Harry's arm around Pasha's shoulders.

"So what animal do you turn into?" he asked.

Pasha smiled up at him, "maybe I'll show you someday."

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