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Chapter 11: Greg Floyd
"Fang, ya bad doggie!" scolded Hagrid, grabbing Fang by the collar, "can't you see that's not Mrs. Norris!"
Fang woofed at Harry. Harry meowed in reply.
"Why, you're Miss Ginny's cat!" Hagrid bellowed, then sneezed. "Run along now, Chester! Find some nice kitty friends to play with and scratch Mrs. Norris for me!"
Harry was in no mood to find any kitties to play with. He instead went to the Prefects' Bathroom to clean himself up.
"No!" cried a Ravenclaw Prefect, "there's a cat in here!" So all the Prefects tossed him into the hall.
Harry tried to shake himself dry, but it didn't work. So he just sat in the hall and licked himself, feeling degraded.
"Hello, Harry," hissed an unfamiliar voice.
Harry turned around – it was that odd, evil, Hufflepuff: Greg Floyd.
"You know who I am?" Harry asked, not expecting a reply.
"Of course I do. I Dark Lord has told me," he laughed.
"Can you understand me?" Harry meowed in question.
"Yes, yes I can! I have luck with cats… at the Dark Lord's castle, they all call me the cat boy!" Greg Floyd cackled. Then he picked Harry up.
"What are you going to do with me?" Harry mewed piteously.
"Nothing. I like cats, and you are a very nice cat," Greg Floyd growled, stroking Harry's fur. Harry began to feel uncomfortable.
"Er… thanks."
"I do have advise," he smirked evilly. "Be very careful: the Dark Lord has gained a new, powerful ally."
"Who?" Harry demanded. "Fudge? Umbridge? Sweden?"
"No, more powerful: it rules the world," Greg Floyd cackled, dropping Harry to go torture some snails.
The Dark Lord has gotten stronger!" cried Terry Boot, racing in with Ginny behind him.
"We know that," scoffed a Prefect in a frilly bathrobe, exiting the bathroom.
"Yes, but now he has the power of the Internet! Now he has a website!" Terry screamed.