Disclaimer: A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, Sophus and I owned Harry Potter. Oh, wait. That's not possible. Sorry, but neither of us own Harry Potter. (Or Star Wars.) Unfortunate, right?

AN (Caela): So, the idea for this little thing came from Sophus in the same conversation that inspired my other story The Truth About Time Turners. It contains a bit of time travel and an unprovoked attack on a professor. Though, to be fair, Crookshanks had no idea who the professor in question was.

This isn't about how Crookshanks got banned from the kitchens . . . Though, I'm not sure when I will write that up. I was attacked by a rabid plot bunny in the middle of writing this, so the next thing I post may or may not be a crossover. And, yes, the chapter title references Doctor Who.

Sophus betad (no, really?) and also made me this wonderful new cover! Sophus has promised covers for all the rest of our stories too, so be on the lookout for stuff! I have a lot of artistic talent in more unusual mediums, so I could never do something like this. Sophus is a genius, right?

Cats always seem to wake up at the most inconvenient times to play with the things that will cause the most problems and to make as much noise as possible. They like to wake up their humans in the early morning when nobody else is up for the most trivial problems. This annoys their humans greatly. However, with the power of their adorableness, they always manage to not get into trouble for anything.

This is an art form that has been perfected over centuries.

Crookshanks, like any self-respecting cat, knew exactly what the most valuable thing his girl had at Hogwarts was. He also knew that she wore it most of the time.

Today, however, she had taken it off to sleep. This meant that Crookshanks was, in the words of the identical redheads, up to no good.

Thrilled that the necklace was shiny, he dragged it down to the floor and began batting the hourglass shaped charm around. His eyes were glued to the hourglass as it turned and turned and turned . . .

Crookshanks wasn't entirely sure what had just happened. He had been playing with the shiny thing when everything went blurry. Now, it was the middle of the day, and he was in a hallway. What, exactly, had just happened?

Crookshanks would never admit to being confused. No cat would. After all, cats are omnipotent and omniscient. Cats never get confused.

So, when he found his girl in the Transfiguration classroom looking younger than normal, he took it in a stride. Why shouldn't his girl look like she was eleven again? He was a cat, he was prepared for any situation, including possible threats towards the girl that worshipped him with the appropriate sacrifices. Mmmmm. Cream.

Crookshanks decided that to show his power, he needed to be on a desk in a way that none of the humans could put anything else on it.

It had nothing to do with the sun. Nothing at all! Stop spreading lies, foolish mortals!

Anyway, there was a cat on the teacher's desk. The cat didn't smell like a cat, though. The cat smelled a bit like the rat his girl's redhead always carried around. That was not good. There was a reason he took every opportunity to attack the rat.

The tabby cat was watching him. He couldn't make a move against her while she was watching. She seemed dangerous, and was on high alert.

The tabby was obviously watching him. He, as a cat, was the most dangerous being in the room at any given time. He would have to wait for her attention to wander.

It took a few minutes, but she was soon distracted by the entrance of two boys. He launched himself off the desk as the cat's head turned towards the boys. He was not, however, expecting the cat to jump off the desk. Just as he wondered if he could make landing on the desk intentional, the cat turned into a woman. And not just any woman - a professor. The one that his girl wanted to be exactly like.

Before he could fully process what was happening, Crookshanks slammed into the woman with his claws out, ripping the sleeve of her robe. As he ran - walked. Definitely walked. He was in no way threatened by a mere human. At all.

As Crookshanks exited the classroom, everything went blurry again.

Crookshanks looked around the girls dormitory. It was morning, and his girl seemed to be panicking.

"Crookshanks! Did you steal my time turner?" She asked him.

He looked away innocently, before batting it out from underneath the bed. His girl just sighed before putting it on.