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Cheeseboi: I know! I've seen, like, at least ten today. I happen to like kitties!

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T.Felton: It'll end officially (including the epilogue) a few months after the de-transformation.

Corculum: He believes him! You'll see why!

"So you're telling me that Harry has no idea who he is?"

"That's what it seems like," said Draco.

"What it seems like, yes. But there might be a way to tell." Professor Lupin looked thoughtfully at Harry. "I, as you know Draco, am a werewolf. Tigers are natural creatures and generally do not get along very well with creatures such as myself. If Harry remembers who he was, then he won't react as strongly as a normal tiger would."

"So in other words if he doesn't attack you and try to scar you for life he knows who he is?"

"Yes, and that would also mean that he knew what he was doing when he attacked Snape."

"But he attacked Weasel..y…" Draco said, tacking on the "y" at the end just in time. Lupin frowned.

"That is rather strange. When was this?"

"About an hour and fifteen minutes or so after the transformation."

"That would explain it."

"…You're seen this before?"

"God, yes. Sirius did it on purpose once with smoke squirrel hair – Christ, but wasn't that a trying two months…"

"Sirius?" Draco frowned. "As in Sirius Black? Convict…and my cousin?"

Lupin nodded. "Soon to be ex-convict, actually. The centaurs witnessed certain events, and enough of them are testifying that they must be taken into account. With Hermione and Ron's accounts – "

"But what about you and Potter? You were there, weren't you?"

Lupin smiled sadly. "Yes, I was, but seeing as Sirius was – is – one of my best...friends, they will not allow me trial."

"It's not just that, is it?" asked Draco, surprised at his own daring. Lupin gave a small smile.

"No, it's not. Prejudices are often involved in politics, no matter how hard we try to keep them out. And Harry cannot testify, seeing as he is not only Sirius's best friend's son but also Sirius's godson – "

"He's my cousin's godson?"

"That is correct. And, if I'm not mistaken, he is also related, in part, to two of the founders of this school. However, that is something to be discussed when he regains human form if he so chooses to tell you."

"…Potter? Related to two of the founders? Pfft. Not surprising. Should've seen it coming."

"Yes, he does have rather a knack for being abnormal," nodded Remus with a small smile on his face. "Now, if I could take him off your head…?"

"God yes." Remus chuckled at Draco's words but did not comment. He reached for the tiny kitten, who hesitated for a moment, trembling at the strange new werewolf scent. Then, tentatively, he stepped onto Remus's outstretched hands. Smiling, Remus picked Harry up and set him on his desk, where the tiny kitten began playing with the quills.

"So he's aware of his surroundings, who he is, and his past – but whether or not he can communicate shouldn't be obvious for another week or so. I'd say he couldn't judging from his state."

"Why's that?"

"Well, the fire cat's hair has some strange properties, one of which is to depress psychic or telepathic powers. So unless Harry was able to perform telepathy to at least some extent before his transformation, his chance of communication is practically non-existent."

"Always that little ray of sunshine, huh Moony?"

Remus jerked back and jumped up. "Padfoot!"

Malfoy looked back and saw a handsome, pale (if rather skinny), tall man with dark black shaggy hair that had the air of being recently cut. He wore some Muggle jeans and a t-shirt reading "Rolling Stones", whatever that was.

"I am so lost right now…" he muttered, staring at the stranger. There was something oddly familiar about him. A loud mew from the desk caught his attention and he turned. Catching sight of Prosper's predicament, he couldn't contain his laughter. The kitten had gotten one tiny, completely white paw stuck in the black ink jar. Prosper tried in vain to life the jar, but the glass and ink combined were too heavy and his strength failed.

The man in the doorway looked down at the tiny kitten and let loose a bark-like laugh. Draco frowned. He knew that laugh, had heard it maybe once before, when he was very, very young – not a snowball's chance in hell was this who he thought it was…!

"Sirius?" he choked out. The man squinted at him.

"I know you? You look kinda familiar, if I think about it…"

"Who are you kidding, Padders, who looks pretty near exactly like you 'cept for the coloring."

"Well, so he does. I thought I was the last Black…"

"I'm a Malfoy," put in Draco."

"So you're Cissy's kiddie! I saw you on your…first birthday, I believe?"

"That would explain why your laugh sounds familiar."

"Yeah. So…that your kitten?"

"Sirius, that's your godson."

"Ehehe, I'm sorry, I thought you just said that that was Harry."

"You remember Potions in fifth year when we were making that one with the mandragora roots and you made yourself a squirrel?"

"Aw, shit…but…he's…he's like the freaking EPITOME of ADORABLE-NESS!"

"Pads, that's not even a word."

"It is now," said Sirius stubbornly, tugging Prosper's paw out of the ink jar. The tiny cat mewed his thanks and rubbed up against Sirius's hand, purring contentedly. Sirius laughed again and picked up Prosper and put him back on Draco's head.

And the tiny tiger was showing no signs of getting off again anytime soon…

A/N You know that I have to make Draco suffer! R&R!

Prosper: Mew!

Draco: I'm getting to be a good translator. He says he'll let you huggle him if you leave a review…which is saying a lot as he isn't to fond of squeezing…so he REALLY wants reviews…