Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything in this story or outside it for that matter, Both Harry Potter and Cat Woman belong to their respective creators.

(A/N: A quick note, one of the reviewers asked if Harry had an Animagus form. I'm kinda unsure whether or not he should have one. Technically he already had everything an Animagus form could give him short of ears and a tail and I never actually thought about him having a form to begin with. The most likely possibility would be a partial transformation….. I'll stop writing now…..)
Midnight's kitten

Chapter 3: Facts about Weasley's

A/N: Just a quick note... H.B.P wasn't writen when I started this so some of the back story will be AU... I think that's all I need to say for now...
It was official. He was insane.

Harry roamed the rooftops of the wizarding world and sometimes the muggle world as he watched over the wizards that where currently at loggerheads over his appearance a week ago. He'd been in Diagon Alley taking a full inventory of his vaults at Gringotts (sp?) when who else but Ronald Weasley should appear in the street with a public announcement. The 'Panther', as the 'Mr kitty-man' had been named by the public, was a dangerous and unpredictable threat to wizards everywhere and proved it by attacking those who had only their best interests at heart, namely the Wyverns.

Harry ignored the guard of friends that surrounded Ron, (mostof which hadbeen at school with them in the seventh year) andstalked up the stairs and into the snowy white building… well, that was what he'd intended to do. He was jostled from one side as he mounted the steps and the person he'd bumped into fell to the ground with a near shriek of outrage.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! I'M A VERY IMPORTANT PERSON AND I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED!" It was none other than Ron himself and he hadn't even recognized him. Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at the fact he'd been forgotten so easily. The cat inside him didn't like his attitude and rose to the challenge.

"Weasley, that day you become important to the wizarding world is the day I dance on your grave." He mentally winced as the minister's son went red but on the outside he was smug. The cat had gotten one up on him.

"I…I'LL…" Ron struggled to get out the words but failed in his apparent rage.

"And to think," Harry continued lightly, "That I was even once your friend, I know your mother would be ashamed if she could see you, pureblood." (Molly Weasley had died in the war.) With that he straightened his robes and strode up the stairs and out of sight before a loud explosion of expletives followed him. He smirked in triumph; he'd never imagined that insulting Ron like that could be so fun. It gave him an idea of why Draco had persisted to do so all through school. A goblin standing beside the door quickly ran to open it as he passed.

"Mister Potter." He bowed with what could be considered an evil smirk. Harry knew that they at least still remembered everything from the war. Harry had made an alliance with them shortly after Sirius's death; they'd agreed to support Harry as opposed to one of the other factions. They would not only take care of his money and stop Dumbledore from poking his nose into his business but if he'd ever needed refuge they would protect him as well. Harry had only taken them up on that offer once a long, long time ago. They held a very low regard for the minister's son and where once again teetering on the edge of rebellion with the uprising of the Wyverns, even if relations had been better among the non-human magic folk, but with the deaths of pure blood families their workload had increased in order to cope with the problems caused by sudden account dumps.

Passing by the doors he paid no heed to the people in the lobby and instead went straight toward the back wall. Mid way there he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye. The little girl that had been with Blaize last week stood beside and older woman that he recognized as the Slytherin's older sister. She had been in the seventh year when they'd started first year and had left school to marry a Nott. A divorce had followed not long after.

"Why are they saying bad things about Mister Kitty Man?" The child's innocent voice was indignant as she glared at the doors where Weasley was still struggling against his own guards on the steps.

"I don't know Anna." The woman who Harry assumed to be her mother replied. "Some people see him as good, some see him as bad." Anna kept glaring at the doors as a goblin lead her mother and herself away. Harry promptly tuned out everyone in the bank and looked around for the goblin he'd come to see.

"Ah, Griphook!"

Back in the muggle world later the same day, Harry found himself face to face once more with none other than Draco Malfoy. The blonde looked slightly disheveled and distracted as he nearly just walked past Harry in the street. He had to do a double take before he turned around and realized whom he'd just seen.

"Harry!" Green eyes turned slightly concerned as he looked over the frantic blonde.

"What's wrong?" He asked warily as he took his former enemy by the hand and dragged him out of the middle of the footpath and into a nearby park. Draco was a wreak and had to be forced to sit down on a bench.

"I don't know how they found me." He muttered out in a low voice that Harry had to lean in to hear. "They just showed up last night." Harry had his suspicions but asked anyway.

"Who Draco?" The blonde's normally silver eyes had dulled to grey in his panic.

"The Wyverns." He said with a shudder. Harry sat back with a sigh. Silence lingered in the air between them for a long time and Draco stopped shaking, but his eyes still flicked from side to side, looking out for unseen enemies.

"What happened?" Harry asked again, but this time, genuinely concerned. Draco turned his eyes to the leaves above them as he leaned back.

"They arrived at my apartment last night while I was out and tried to set up a trap but the landlord found them out when one of the other tenants called saying he heard someone in my apartment. He went to see what it was and disrupted them so when I got home he was busy yelling at them. The Wyverns didn't even notice I was there until he yelled at me to run. Then one of the bastards just turned around and stunned him before they all turned after me." He shuddered again. "They meant to kill me. If it hadn't been for all the training Severus gave me before…" He trailed off again and returned to scanning the park. Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched Draco. The cat didn't like this, not one bit.

"You can't go back to your apartment." Harry stated simply it was an obvious fact but that mattered little. "I'm sure midnight won't mind sharing me for a while." Draco looked up at him, his expression relieved. Neither of them could really begin to fathom the depth of the changes they'd gone through. Back in the war they would have happily ripped each other's heads off and left it at that, but now… Harry didn't think he'd ever get over the irony of it. Getting up from the bench he beckoned for the blonde to follow. They walked in silence for a long time before Harry broke it.

"I saw Weasley this morning." He commented offhandedly making Draco look at him sharply. Harry heaved a sigh. "He didn't even recognize me and threatened to have me arrested because he was a very important person." He looked over his shoulder at Draco who had a blank look on his face and grinned.

"So I told him the day he became important was the day I danced on his grave and that his mother would be ashamed of him acting so pureblooded." This got the desired effect. Draco snorted violently with laughter.

"You didn't!" Harry just threw him another grin and held open the door of his apartment before following his new roommate inside.

The-Boy-Who-Lived or Imposter?

Yesterday in Diagon Alley the minister's son, Ronald Weasley, had just made an announcement on the stairs of Gringotts when a figure in black swept up the stairs knocking into him and after some study of this figure discovered to be none other than Harry Potter, The-boy-who-defeated-he-who-must-not-be-named. But Weasleys former friend had nothing good to say about him. Accusing him of being a pureblood and reminding him of the departed Molly Weasley.

Is Potter somehow connected to the Mud Blood movement? And if so, why is he insulting its number one supporter? This reporter doesn't believe he has anything to do with the rumors, I've learnt from my past and remember very clearly that no matter what, Potter has always been right. So I will give him the benefit of the doubt and welcome him back to the wizarding world.

Rita Skeeter

Daily Prophet

Harry burst out laughing at the article in the paper, startling the people in the street around him and earning weird looks as the hood of his cloak fell off, revealing his identity to anyone who cared to look.

"Trust Rita to notice." He panted out in gasping breaths when he finally let his roaring laughter recede. He was still chuckling when he reached the apocathary. He needed some potions ingredients; Draco hadn't been sleeping at all since the incident a few days ago. Even in a secure place he still scanned the apartment and the street below his windows in search of the orange robe that heralded the arrival of the ones who wanted to kill him. It was a strange look on the Slytherin. He'd never once in the time Harry had known him, had he shown this kind of fear.

Besides, if he didn't find a way to knock him out at night he'd never be able to leave his apartment.

The empty space in his head where the memory of his death had been had begun to grow smaller. Over the past two weeks, give or take, he'd been piecing together the events and one thing was absolutely certain. The Wyverns had everything to do with it. His excursions as 'Mr Kitty Man' had been very informative.

Oh the horror, he was even calling himself that now.

Making his way back home he set up everything and got to work.

Harry didn't quite know what to feel as he looked up at the half twisted structure that still acted as the home of the minister for magic, Arthur Weasley. It was already common knowledge that dear Ronald supported the Wyverns so, returning to the burrow seemed to be the most logical step. Fortunately… or maybe unfortunately, no one had lived there in a long time. It's windows where dark, missing the shadow of the mother Weasley pottering in the kitchen window. The house itself seemed lifeless.

The bedroom window on the second floor was easily opened and Harry slipped inside, dropping to the floor and ghosting across the room to the door he peered out onto the landing. There was nothing there. The house creaked ominously in the wind and he began to prowl, his first stop… Ron's room.

Faded orange paint was peeling under a layer of dust and the few remaining Quidditch posters left on the walls had stopped moving a long time ago, leaving the smiling faces of the Chudley Cannons washed out and stationary. A large stack of old comic books were piled in one corner and for the most part the room was the same as it had been once upon a time… It was like Ron had just up and left…

Harry slinked over to the desk and looked over it. Parchment was scattered everywhere. Old homework from Hogwarts, more comic books, quills, dried up ink pots, but one object caught his attention, an orange folder. Diamond clawed fingers reached out and carefully picked it up. As he did though, something fluttered out of it. Leaning down he flipped it over and felt as though his stomach had dropped away. His own face stared back at him, carefree and smiling with Hermione hanging over his shoulder, waving cheerfully. But even then the tall, sullen and gangly red head stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at Harry's back.

Unbidden a sneer made it's way across Harry's face.

Molly Weasley would most certainly be ashamed of Ronald now.

Sliding the photo under the desk with a foot he tucked the folder under a strap that ran across his back and padded out of the room, jumping over the creaking steps to reach the ground floor. It also looked untouched by the passage of time and Harry couldn't help but feel a little regret as he walked into the kitchen. For a moment, his minds eye could see the friendly, smiling face of the witch who had taken on the role of his mother… right before the spells blasted a hole in her chest.

The gap in the wall had been roughly boarded over, no one wanting to really look at it let alone fix it.

Tuning out his ghosts he looked across the dining room table. It had been used as a desk at one point, paper scattered like it had over Ron's, but there was nothing really useful there. Just old scraps of paper and a few ministry memos that had found their way there, Harry gathered them up, regardless of how old, you never knew when something interesting would show up. Taking one last look around the house Harry went back to the stairs but before he could move up to the second floor he froze.

Someone had just moved outside.

It was then that he caught his oversight. Of course, somewhere like the Minister's old home was going to have wards around it to warn of intruders, even if they barely lived there anymore. Harry slunk back into the shadows and watched the front door as it swung open on silent hinges after a whispered spell. A wand came through the gap, lighting the way as it was followed by an orange gloved hand. The Wyvern scanned the room for signs of life before signaling behind him.

"Clear." More entered the house and spread out.

"The wards only registered one person entering before us." Surprisingly it was a female giving the orders and she was going about it with all the efficiency of a military officer. Under his mask Harry raised an eyebrow.

'They're incorporating muggle military tactics into how they work.' He mused silently. 'You'd think they'd be more efficient.' Harry stayed in the shadows, moving past them as they walked further into the house. Resisting the urge to beat the shit out of them he made his way to the door. He had what he'd came for so there was little use provoking them since technically, they weren't doing anything wrong. The more cat like part of his mind was yowling quietly, vengefully promising pain. So Harry had the small pleasure of knocking out the guards before he stepped through the edge of the wards and apperated.

A/N: Ahhhhh! Short chapter this time… I kinda had to go back and re-read everything again because I haven't worked on this in a while, but I will tell you now, I might end up re posting this chapter. It doesn't quite fit somehow so I'll go over it again, but until then take this as a sign I haven't given up on this story yet!

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Cya