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Midnight's kitten

Chapter 2: Animal attraction.

Harry wandered restlessly through the dark London streets later that week. His new abilities had been bothering him at the most inconvenient times. Like his newfound tendency to sleep in late and on the top of the wardrobe no less. Some things where all right, he supposed. He could balance on even the thinnest railings and heights didn't phase him one jot. Mind you, it had never really been a problem in the first place, given that he used to fly on a broomstick in earths lower atmosphere. One of the biggest problems was his sudden lack of inhibitions. It was like someone had taken all his paranoia and caution and thrown it out the window.

He could race across the rooftops and insult people in the street without flinching, he had even begun to find dogs rather unnerving and endeavored to ignore them only because they could smell that he was very different and then there was the nocturnal habits, which was part of the reason he was walking right into a muggle nightclub at eleven in the evening.

His looks gained him access right away without even a word from the doorman. Women in the line watched him pass while jealous boyfriends hung back scowling. Harry paid them no heed as he plunged himself into the crowded dance floor without a second thought. Something about being in the thick of everything excited his cat side more than the catnip balls Midnight kept on bringing into his apartment at night. She left behind all kinds of things, from mice to toys she'd brought from god knows where.

Harry slipped by the other dancers like a breeze, leaving partners behind in his wake who where left with only the vague impression of someone dancing with them before it vanished just as abruptly as Harry had. The green eyed man was loosing himself in the music and the sea of bodies when his sharp sense of smell picked up something that seemed vaguely familiar. Opening his eyes he scanned the crowded dance floor as he sniffed the air again, trying to locate the fleeting smell once more. Something about it just… Harry couldn't even begin to describe the effect it had on him as he blindly began moving. By the time he found the source of the scent he was so intoxicated by it he could barely see who he was with. Whatever was happening to him must have had an effect on the other as well as they fell into an easy rhythm with the music.

After that, everything was just a blur.

The sound of cars in the street below and the sound of a purring Midnight woke Harry from his sleep the next morning, but he didn't get out of bed, hell he didn't even open his eyes. He lay there floating in the space between waking and dreaming, hugging closer to the big warm pillow he was wrapped around and purring on his own.

Wait a minute… he was on the bed?

He opened his eyes and squinted against the bright light that poured through the window, spilling onto the carpet. Hauling his strangely heavy body upright he rubbed his eyes and looked around properly for the first time and nearly choked. There laying beside him was a man around his age with white/blonde hair and pale skin, still sleeping peacefully. Harry took a closer look and nearly fell out of the bed in his rush to scramble away when he realized his 'body pillow' had been no one less than Draco Malfoy. He was nearly ready to panic when Midnight's concerned 'Miyah' snapped him out of it. Sliding out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants he crossed to where the cat sat perched on the chest of draws and picked her up.

"What aren't you telling me." He murmured pensively as he began to pet her, the purring from the feline became louder. Ignoring it her walked out into the living room and set her down on the table that stood by the couch and began to make breakfast. He'd almost completely forgotten about his guest so when the former Slytherin emerged he was just as surprised to find himself in a strange apartment with the boy-who-lived no less.

"Potter?" He asked weakly, going pale. Harry looked up from where he'd been setting the table and got to him just in time to catch him as his knees gave way. It helped that his cat side was faster and stronger than any human. He easily helped him to a seat and sat across from him watching the blonde warily.

"Good morning Malfoy." He said in an almost pleasant tone. On the inside however, even with the lack of inhibitions he was nervous. This was the first contact he'd had with someone from the wizarding world in weeks and only the second person he'd spoken to since he'd dropped his disguise's. There was a heavy silence before Draco spoke up.

"Everyone else thought you where dead." He blurted out at last as Midnight jumped up on the table to steal a piece of fish and went back to where she was sitting before. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"Really? I was under the impression they'd just forgotten about me." Draco opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it and shut his mouth. Harry went on. "I know why I disappeared." Harry went on, setting him with the same kind of piercing look Midnight had. "But why would a pureblood be in the muggle world." Draco's face went red and then nearly white once more.

"You don't know?" he asked. Harry shook his head.

"I don't exactly pay attention to wizarding news." Draco gave him a slightly more understanding look and in a low voice began to explain. He didn't exactly understand why he was spilling everything to Harry but for some reason, he felt that he should.

"There have been a lot of attacks recently." He said slowly pushing his food around his plate. "There's a new group of dark wizards going around." Both Midnight and Harry started paying closer attention at this. "They call themselves Wyverns. A while back they began to go after death eaters quietly and for a while the Ministry covered it up. They got my father but I escaped the manor unnoticed. They where tracking the dark marks and since I hadn't been marked, they didn't find me." At the news Draco hadn't been marked Harry gave him an odd look. The blonde went on when he said nothing. "I knew that if I stayed in the wizarding world they'd find me so I left for the muggle world, a week ago the whole thing went public when the families of Death Eaters who where hidden by the ministry began to die, the uproar from the remaining pureblood families was drowned out by all the muggleborns rallying behind the Wyverns." Harry sat slightly stunned by the whole thing.

"What did the Minister have to say about it?" Draco snorted.

"Weasley is a fool, who ever put him in office should be shot. His darling son Ronald is openly showing support for the Wyverns and there are plans to start integrating wizards with muggles again." At that Harry froze. The mention of his old friend brought back the flash he'd had while he'd been at Ophelia Powers' house.

"Orange." He murmured to himself. Draco looked at him but Harry shook his head to clear it. "I haven't been in the wizarding world for so long, I was messed up for a long time." That was true enough. Even if he had been working in Flourish and Blotts he hadn't actually been in any frame of mind capable of caring about the recent events. Even so, he'd slept with his former childhood rival, the least he could do now was give him the benefit of the doubt, but the news about the Wyverns was bugging him like an itch in the back of his skull, he knew something but the memory was sealed.

Their talk turned away from the subject of Wyverns and on toward what Draco had been doing in the muggle world for a while before Harry finally decided to get dressed properly. Midnight brushed against his legs and slid out the now always open window and down into the street, vanishing to where ever she went during the day. Draco watched the feline leave.

"What is it with your cat?" He asked, unnerved. "It keeps on staring at me." Harry couldn't hold back the giggle as they left the apartment later that day.

"Midnight isn't my cat." He said flippantly. "She's Ophelia's, but Midnight has been living with me for some time." Draco gave him a curious look that Harry didn't notice.

"Ophelia?" He asked. Harry shrugged.

"Ophelia Powers, she's an old woman I met a few weeks ago, she's a historical researcher who's been tracing the muggle myth about the cat woman." Now Draco was looking at him strangely. Harry just shrugged again and waited outside in the park while Draco went up to his apartment to get changed. It seemed they'd come to some unspoken agreement to stick around each other. Harry was honestly enjoying talking to the blonde without any animosity. When Draco joined him once more they set off into the park itself, walking shoulder to shoulder.

"So… you rejected the mark?" Harry broke the silence lazily. Draco nodded.

"I wasn't about to lower myself to kissing a mudbloods feet." He spat with genuine feeling. Harry gave him a look before he easily stepped up on the back of a bench, balancing along it like it wasn't an inch thick.

"I often wondered if you'd come to your senses… it seems you did." He did a precarious handstand and flipped off the railing and onto the ground, easily landing on his feet. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Did that even have a purpose?" He asked, "Other than telling me that everything I thought I dreamt last night was real?" Harry suddenly blushed bright red. 'So much for being shameless.'

"No, I just felt like it." Harry waved it off and continued walking. They talked for some time before Draco had to get back home. Harry scribbled his phone number down on the blonde's hand before they parted ways. Once the blonde was out of sight Harry dashed back in the direction of his apartment as fast as he could. What Draco had said about the Wyverns had rung a bell in the blank part of his memory. Shouldering his door open he grabbed a few things he might need and bypassed his wardrobe and stopped short.

Looking back at the wardrobe pensively he wondered…

Diagon Alley was slowly emptying of people. The sun was beginning to sink lower beyond the horizon and shops where shutting both in the alley and in muggle London. Harry watched all this from the roof of one of the many junk stores in Diagon Alley. Although, no one really would have guessed it was him. He wore a black mask that covered the top half of his face that was shaped like a cat's. His hair was hidden beneath it as well making sure it didn't give him away. The rest of his outfit might have been a little more questionable.

He'd been to a lot of clubs in the last week and one had been the kind where people remained strictly anonymous. Masks had been a must and costumes to go with them where very popular. Thus the reason Harry was covered in chains and leather. Black leather bondage pants with chains were riding very low on his hips while a pair of black metal bracers covered his arms. Braided black leather bands trailed on his upper arms while belts and chain mail adorned his torso in a twisted parody of a shirt. Black leather boots and a whip attached to the back of his pants like a tail had completed his look.

What had really creped Harry out though was that Midnight had looked very approving when she'd seen him in it last time. The thought still gave him shivers. His cat was weird… well Ophelia's cat was weird if you wanted to get technical.

Silence was finally settling over the Alley. Only the occasional sound from a nocturnal animal and the sounds of drunken people drifting from the direction of Knockturn Alley broke the quiet, but the silence wasn't peaceful. Not by a long shot. He remained perched on the rooftop's watching as the footsteps of two people reached his ears. They came around the bend in the Alley at a run and it took Harry a moment to realize who he was seeing. A Dark haired woman with one blue and one green eye kept looking over her shoulder as the small child beside her, barely eight years old fought to keep up with her longer strides.

It was Blaize Zambini. Her family had mostly been neutral during the war and Harry had been rather busy to even take notice of the Slytherin girl but to not that he'd been the one to kill her father. The Zambini patriarch had been lured into the conflict as a death eater thus by default the entire Zambini clan had been branded as members of the dark side. It didn't exactly help their case that they where pureblood as well, but what Harry wanted to know about them at the moment was, what was Blaize running away from? Fear shone clearly in her mismatched eyes as she tugged along the girl.

Harry griped the edge of the roof tightly with his claws as they hid behind some crates a shopkeeper had left out below him. The claws had been a new addition to his costume. Ophelia had given him a diamond necklace with the claws woven into the pattern and Harry had taken them out and fashioned a pair of gloves that would hold them. He only faintly registered Midnight's arrival beside him as a group of people rounded the corner at a slower pace.

The first thing that jumped out about them was that they wore bright orange robes that mocked the dark night around them. The sickly color splashed over the walls in their wake as they passed under the few lanterns that still lit the street. They fanned out and began to search wherever they could, all the while calling out mockingly to Blaize, their voices muffled by masks that had been painted with orange scales. Harry's glowing eyes flashed as a wave of anger shot through him. They were the Wyverns Draco had told him about, he would bet his life on it and if this was how they worked then they where nothing more than a bunch of no good Death Eater impersonators.

"Come on out Zambini." One voice hissed from beneath a mask.

"You and that brat can't hide forever." Another threw in his two cent's.

"Oh were going to have fun playing with you Death Eater spawn!" They crept down the street, getting closer and closer to Blaize and her young charge. Harry kept waiting as they found her and the shout went down the street.

"Look what we have here!" Blaize looked at them defiantly, her hand in her pocket and most likely clenched around a wand. The Wyverns gathered around her in a suffocating huddle and dragged them out to the center of the street.

"Any last words Death Eater spawn?" one orange robed lunatic asked mockingly. Blaize opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by an unforgivable.

"CRUCIO!" The Wyvern spat and Blaize went down screaming. The curse was lifted nearly a minute later and another raised their wand to join in when a voice drifted down to them from above.

"I wouldn't do that if I where you." The men jumped in surprise at being interrupted before they gathered the wits and turned their wands outward and searched the area for the source.

"Come out here and say it to our faces!" The one who'd first cast the unforgivable ground out. It was clear that he was the leader of their merry little band. Above them Harry gave an arrogant little chuckle making them tense up even more.

"Why should I?" he asked, they pointed their wand upward as Harry easily jumped to the other side of the Alley. He was playing with them now. "After all," he spoke again, his voice taking on a mocking sarcastic tone. "who would be stupid enough to put themselves in danger like that? What do you take me for? A Gryffindor?" The really interesting part of his impromptu little speech was his audience's reaction. They'd bristled slightly at that last comment.

'Interesting.' He noted it for later.

He walked lazily along the guttering of Flourish and Blots letting the Wyverns train their wands on him before leaping swiftly out of the way of the spells that nearly destroyed the roof behind him.

"Missed me." Hanging by his knees from a sign behind them he grinned widely, showing all his teeth as he watched them jump in shock. Wheeling around the sign exploded with a well aimed 'Reducto' but once again Harry wasn't there.

"You'll have to do better than that." He purred, his voice echoing around the close confines of the Alley. "But, since you've already tried it's my turn." He didn't give them a chance to register what he'd said. With a newfound speed none of the wizards could hope to match Harry leapt down, landing on his feet with ease he slashed the neared Wyvern with his diamond claws. They fell back with a scream, dropping their wand. Curses shot from every direction but Harry twisted easily to avoid the deadly beams of light. Mid leap he grabbed the whip from its place on his lower back and quickly used it to get rid of their wands, keeping it moving in a steady rhythm to hold them back he wandlessly summoned the ones that had fallen.

Wandless magic had been something he'd picked up during the war as part of his training, few people knew he could do it and in cases like this it came in handy. Wands left a signature with any magic they'd done, this way of wielding magic didn't. Cracking the whip one more time he danced out of the way of a volley of curses and backhanded one of the shorter members of the group, sending his mask flying. Snapping another wand he span around to face the leader but by now the sad excuse for terrorists had realized they where outmatched.

Portkeys where conjured in the blink of an eye and in a second they where gone. Lowering his claws and coiling his whip he reattached it to it's strap and turned toward the sound of scuffling feet as Blaize and the little girl came out of hiding. She watched him warily, her body still shaking with the after effects of the Cruciatus. The little girl however had no problem running up to him and throwing her arms around his legs.

"Thank you Kitty!" She shrieked happily. Harry choked at the nickname the child had bestowed on him. Carefully prying her loose he gave Blaize a short nod before he leapt on a crate and darted onto the rooftops in a hurry to get away but not before he heard the girl calling out to him again. "Thank you for saving us Mr Kitty Man!" It hit him then that he had saved them and a warm feeling spread through his heart as he realized this was what he'd been missing. They'd always said he'd had a thing for saving people.

'I guess there's still a little bit of Gryffindor in me after all.'

Well that's it for this chapter. I hope it's long enough; after all it only took me… four months (I think) to finish it. Well now that I'm this far I need a bit of help, the next chapter the wizarding world is going to hear about the 'cat person' beating up Wyverns and I can't think of a suitable name for Harry when his doing the 'saving people' thing. So any ideas you readers might have would be very much appreciated.

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Cya