AN: sorry it has been so long, my muse had died until I got a review for this story and it was alive once more. It took me forever to find out the best way to present the information I wanted to give you and so it is kind of jumpy this chapter with multiple P.O.V. changes and the little time skip in there but everything is labeled so I don't think you will have to much trouble following the story or getting the information I wanted to get across.

As it has been shown, reviews are my muse, no muse, and no story so get to writing my beautiful muses! (Please and thank you with sugar and cherries on top.)

Conner's P.O.V.

He carefully picked up the cat, mindful not to move it too much or touch the bleeding wounds. He quickly made back up his drive and with One, two, three steps, he was now standing on the porch and he was just about to open the door when it came sailing open, almost hitting him. Quickly moving out of they way, he peered inside to see who was throwing his doors open.

Standing before him was none other than Abraxas Malfoy, long blonde hair and keen gray eyes. Yet unlike normal, the Malfoy was not sneering or looking down at him but looking at him with a face of thin patience. He watched on dumbstruck as the normally calm and patient Malfoy become agitated, going so far as to tap his foot!

"Well?" Sneered Abraxas.

He just gave a dumb look. Abraxas sighed, no doubt annoyed that he didn't understand what the Malfoy was asking.

"Are you not going to heal him? It would be unseemly for the Potter heir to gain his gift in such a way; all dirty and bleeding, not very proper if I do say so myself."

It took him a minute to understand what Malfoy was saying.

"W-what? How did you?" Again a sigh was his immediate answer.

"You know I see right?" What? What kind of question is that? Was the Malfoy under the impression that he thought that the man was blind?

The Malfoy sighed once again. It really made him feel stupid and he was two years older than Abraxas! He should not be feeling like a child trying to act like an adult at a political party. And yet, here he was, like a child trying to talk politics.

"Conner, I see as in I am a seer and I have seen this little one coming to us as your son's gift and much more."

"You're a seer?" Another sigh. Damn! Wrong question to ask.

"Yes but you are missing the point, you thick headed Gryffindor, He," the Malfoy petted the animal's head lightly, "Will be important. Not only to your son who I can see will love him unconditionally but to the world as a whole. How he changes things Lady Magic has not yet lifted the blindfold around my eyes, but once she does, I will let you know."

It was a lot of information to take in and he was slightly regretting picking up the animal but Abraxas said his son would love it unconditionally, and that sealed the deal. No matter what, he was keeping the cat. But suspicion clawed at his mind. It was unlike the Slytherin to give away such information willingly and to say that he would give more at a later date…it was so unlike the Malfoy he was used to.

"And why would you willingly give information to me?" Luckily there was no sigh this time, only the normal hard gaze of the stern Malfoy.

"Simple, if I do not, I can not have this situation benefit me. Sacrifice a little and receive more in the long run. Simple no?" Not really but pureblooded Slytherins were breaded differently than the other purebloods. He was pretty sure they ran on different brainwaves than normal witches and wizards.

"I see." …Said the blind man.

"Good. Then shall we heal him and call the children in?" Nodding his head to the suggestion, he entered his house and lead Abraxas to a study right off the main hall.

With a flick of his wand, he closed the door and let Abraxas raise the privacy wards.

"Do you know what we need to do? I've never healed a Animal before." Never mind something so bad. He was used to the occasional scrapped knee and broken bone, all healed with a swish and flick of a wand or a handy potion his wife brewed.

Abraxas didn't answer; instead he picked up one of the limp paws and started to run his fingers up and down the animal's body, continuing the treatment for all limbs. The whole time his eyes were pure silver, no pupil or white in sight.

After the legs, Abraxas ghosted his finger a crossed the torso, tail and head of the feline, occasionally making noises in the back of his throat.

"Ah." The soft exclaim of air was all he needed to hear.

"So, what's the verdict?"

With a pensive expression on his face, Abraxas listed off everything that would need healing.

"He has two broken legs, both his back legs; deep gashes on both sides of his belly and a nasty bump on the head."

"So two skele-gro potions and a headache potion? The rest done with healing charms?"

Nodding his head, the Malfoy confirmed what he said. "Yes it seems that is what we'll do. Conner, where do you keep the potions?"

"Hm? There should be some Headache potion in my desk, go ahead and call an elf to get the Skele-gro will you?"

"Sure."

He tuned Malfoy out after he heard the affirmative, he was to busy looking for those headache potions he just knew were in this drawer and not the other one.

He ruffled around until he found the potions and by the time he came back up, Abraxas was already working on the animal, looking like he already forced the Skele-gro down the animals throat and was now healing the gashes on the sides.

Reaching around Abraxas, he set to work healing the nasty bump on the head the animal required. Once done with that, he set to work on opening the jaws of the animal and getting it to swallow the potion instead of hacking it up.

Satisfied with their work, the two men left the unconscious animal under a perfectus totalus, and started to gather the children from outside indoors and around the great dinning room table and also around the huge cake sitting in the middle of it.

With everyone around the table, it was time for the birthday wishes. All the children went up to one of their parents and told them what they wished for James. The other parent then thought of something that their spouse would agree on.

When it seemed everyone had their wish, he opened his mouth and counted to three.

"One, two three."

James P.O.V.

There were three things he absolutely loved about his birthday. The presents, the huge cake and the well wishes.

He always loved watching the sparks fly out of the adult's wands and bloom into colorful images of well wishing. It always made him feel loved and not to mention, the kid's wishes usually turned out to be his presents.

He watched the colors, many gold and red lions were up and roaring as were a few snakes, no doubt from the darker families. He saw wands and chocolate, bright colored Zonko pranks, money, fertility and love. So many images were floating above his head, he was hard pressed to pick just one. And that was what he had to do, pick the best well wish so they knew whose present he was going to open first.

He was about to point at the exploding pink prank set when he saw it. In dazzling silver was a little tiger cub running around chasing the floating hearts.

"That one" With a finger extended towards the little cub, he watched as everyone took his or her wands down to see who was the winner.

He was struck speechless and undeniably excited when he saw it was his own father standing, his wand the only one in the air.

"Dad?" His father just chuckled at him and turned his head away towards the stern looking Malfoy that had wished him political power.

"Abraxas, should we give it to him now?"

"It is the way this tradition goes Conner, would you break this one too?" He wanted to yell at the smug Malfoy for even saying something along those lines but he was rendered once again speechless when all his father did was chuckle and agreed with the blonde man.

"Yes, we should follow tradition shouldn't we? I think he's up anyway."

Who? Who was up? Did his father rent a lion or something? Was it that Slughorn fellow he heard so much about? Did he have an animagus revealus potion he could take?

He watched on as his father and Mr. Malfoy walked into one of the studies only to call out in pain.

He was out of his seat and moving the second he heard the distressed call.

"Don't worry!" Was shouted from the study. Like hell he was going to accept that. His father still sounded distressed. He started moving towards the study when the two men came out, a cage in Mr. Malfoy's hand.

"Honestly I told you he would bite."

"Only one second warning does not call for that tone Abraxas!"

"Well maybe your lack of common sense did. He is wild, just because your son calms him down does not mean you do."

"Hmph." He never had seen his father looking so much like a scolded child before.

"It just looked so cute and I swear it was begging me to pet it!"

Mr. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Maybe but you still should have been smarter." His father just huffed at Mr. Malfoy's words.

It seemed that the two men casually talking had finally noticed the crowed that were watching them like vultures do their next meal.

His dad more than self-conscious tried to give an explanation while Mr. Malfoy lifted and eyebrow at everyone in the room.

"Oh, uh son, this is a gift from Abraxas and me." Uh oh. His mom wouldn't like that…in fact he could practically feel the heat of his mother's gaze on his father.

But all that was soon forgotten when a cat carrier was set down in front of him, a soft blue blanket hiding what was inside. Slowly, he reached out and took a corner of the blanket between his fingers and lifted it up and saw white and black rippling fur.

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" His best friend Sirius whined, practically laying on his back to get a better look. "I swear if it's only a crup…"

"Shut it." He bucked backwards in annoyance. Really, Sirius has no patience.

Once again he moved for the blanket and this time, he lifted it all away only to reveal a white tiger cub.

"Wha…" He was speechless. This was his present?

"Cat got your tongue?" Joked his father. He just groaned and laughed when his mom cuffed him on the back of the head.

"Go on, open the cage; Abraxas says he won't harm you." With the reassurances of his father, he unlocked the cage holding the cub.

The cage door flew open and a body was launched at him, almost knocking him out of his seat if it wasn't for the combined weight of his and Sirius'.

"Oof. Calm down little one." He said while peering down into blue speckled silver eyes. He raised a hand up for the cub to smell.

He watched, fascinated as the little pink nose twitched and the whiskers brushed across his hand. The whole time the animal's body partially resting on his chest.

"Good…um what is the gender?" He asked.

"Boy." Replied Mr. Malfoy.

"Good boy…what's his name?"

"It's up to you." Said his father with a fond smile.

"I knew it couldn't be a crup!" Yelled a voice right next to his ear.

"Shut up Sirius! You thought it was a crup at first you moron!"

"Nuh uh, I would just be disappointed if it was, I didn't think he actually was a crup!"

"That makes no sense! But what should I expect from you?"

"James!" Whined Sirius.

"Sirius!" He mocked.

The rest of the guests watched on with a mix of amusement, patience or scorn.

"Alright boys, settle, down we still have to get through the other presents." His mother scolded them lightly.

"Yes mom." "Yes Mrs. Potter." He and Sirius answered at the same time.

And so the party went on, gifts open, drinks emptied, and the little cub forgotten for the moment while the children thought of names for the animal.

No one noticed when the cub didn't blink or move his eyes off one James Potter.

Harry P.O.V. (after the party; that night before bed.)

Once the party was over and the last of the guests left, he was moved into a bedroom that no doubt belonged to James.

The Conner man had carried him in the bedroom, put his cage by the door and walked into the red and gold room and gently placed him on the full sized bed.

"Now don't you be peeing in the house or err, on things in the house. I'll transfigure a self-cleaning litter box in James' bathroom. You do understand me right Godric?"

His nails grew longer at the stupid name but like the good pet he now was, he twitched his nose and nodded his head in understanding.

"Good." The Conner man said with a nod. The man turned around and left the confines of the quidditch themed walls to go to much more open spaces in the manor.

He sat there for a while not knowing what to do, and soon decided it would be better if he knew nothing when he was comfortable.

Carefully extracting his nails from the red and gold-checkered bed spread, he moved his still awkward limbs foreword in hope of reaching the big pile of pillows at the top of the bed.

Once he reached the pile he started to paw at the ones he didn't want in a futile attempt to move them. He had gotten half way through the pile when all of the sudden he was lifted up into the air by mysterious hands.

"Whoa there, no destroying the pillows." Said an amused voice behind him.

Annoyed he gave a soft warning noise in the back of his throat.

"Did I guess wrong?" He twitched in answer.

"So you want one of these pillows and was trying to get to one?" Another twitch and a happy purr.

"Here," Said James, moving though the assortment of pillows until he reached the one he had been eyeing. "This is my pillow, which one would you like?" He extended a paw towards the one James was holding.

"I guess I'll be sharing then." And with that, he was put down on the bed carefully by James and was content to just stand for a while but he was knocked down when the bed moved as James got under the covers and comfortable. With his head turned on the side and plenty of room next to his head on the pillow, James called him over there.

"Come on." With a pat to the space open, he rushed to the patted spot and made himself comfortable.

"You know, your name shouldn't be Godric its so unoriginal, but I had to go with it because it was suggested by Parkinson and if I didn't they were going to name you Kalazar as in kitty Salazar Slytherin. Yuck, that would have been ten times worse wouldn't it?" He just purred lightly as hands started to stroke down his back.

"I think your name should be Twitch. Because your nose or ear twitches when we asked you a question and when you sniff someone your whiskers twitch. Do you like that name? Twitch?" He twitched his ear.

"Twitch it is." With his name changed, thank merlin, he watched as James moved to get comfortable and closed his eyes. He waited for a good while, flicking his eyes between the clock and the sleeping boy next to him, trying to make sure he was really sleeping and going to stay asleep. When the clock had reached the eleven, he had decided that James was actually asleep and he could now start to make sense of everything.

He was sure this was a plan of Albus' he had thrown the idea of imposters and Voldemort out pretty quickly once he had smelled his father and godfather. His father had always smelled of grass and some unidentifiable thing that just smelled so good. He remembered smelling it as a baby and quickly falling asleep in his father's arms. Sirius didn't smell the same, he was missing the coat of dirt that never left his skin after Azkaban; but instead the awareness of his tattoos confirmed that the boy that was in front of him was Sirius. Padfoot had gone crazy, running jumping, howling with joy, he went so far he even tried to bring out the other Padfoot in Sirius. He had barely restrained the impulsive dog.

So knowing they were the real deal and this just so happens to be James' tenth birthday, he had easily came to the conclusion that he was in the past and it was all Albus' fault.

It had came to him in the early morning light that Albus had set him up and he had fondly cursed the meddling old fool.

But what to do now that he was in the past and the pet of his own father? He wanted more than everything to turn human again and never leave his father's side, to hug him and never let go. He wanted to do the same to Sirius and Remus and his mother. But would he be messing with how the future would be? Was his selfish desire more important than the whole fate of the wizarding world? He just didn't know, and for now he had decided to just wing it and not worry too much about the consequences.

He was just a cat, how much trouble can he get into anyways?

Three weeks later. (Harry P.O.V.)

Apparently a lot.

The weeks after the birthday were spent in a similar fashion: James would get up, shower and the sound of the hot water would wake him up from sleep and when the water was turned off, he would enter the bathroom like he owned the place and herd James out of the shower so he could lap at the water before it went down the drain. That was only part of their morning routine.

After he was done drinking the water he would wind his body around James' legs as the boy tried to get dressed. After they would go down stairs and eat breakfast, him sitting on James' lap instead of the floor. Once the food was eaten they would go explore the manor or play outside with a snitch, Sirius would come over once every few days to hang out and to get away from his abusing family. The three of them once done with playing would lie around and talk, talk about everything and anything and when the other wasn't looking they would confide their deepest secrets to him. He wasn't just a pet anymore, he was on his way to becoming a close friend.

At night James would shower and he would use the liter box and after James had brushed his own teeth, he would bend down and brush his. Sometimes Sirius would stay over and he could choose who to sleep with, his father or his godfather. Sometimes it was so hard to choose. It was one of those days when he had made a mistake.

You see he had found out after the first few days that he could appear and talk to his father in shared dreams in his half form, which looked much like his half wolf form. Only his hair was long and white, his stripes lining his body and his eyes silver with an aquamarine slit pupil and his tail was long like his tiger's form and his ears not as big and his wolf's. Inside the dream he could talk and get to know his real dad and still be safe for his dad thought their late night chats only a dream.

He had shared his 'dream' with his dad one night when Sirius was over and was very surprised the next morning when Sirius had said he had the weirdest dream where his dad was talking to a white haired man. But this wasn't his mistake.

His mistake was one day he was sure that the two boys were soundly asleep, he had tried to turn human or at least to his half form.

Careful of the body in the bed next to him (James), he had silently moved across the pillow and the sheets tangled on the bed to the edge and jumped off.

Making sure his claws were tucked in, he had landed with a soft pad of the paws. Still not one hundred percent sure that the boys weren't awake or didn't awake, he quickly looked up and saw the peaceful expression on his father's face and was reassured. He tried to look over at Sirius, but the bed was to high up for him to see over it and at Sirius.

Giving up on looking over the huge bed and at the smaller one behind it, he instead concentrated on becoming human once again.

Closing his slit eyes, he lost himself in the workings of his own mind.

The space he had found himself in was red, all red. But in the red fog was to human shaped shadows. He tried to reach out to the farther away shadow only to come back with a faint tug at his scar. He tried for several minutes to get the shadow to respond to him, to come closer and merge with his body, to dispel the animagus transformation. With no luck he had tried to contact the other shadow.

This one was more accepting and with a push towards him and some encouragement, the shadow had moved closer to him and soon he was faced with the silver and aquamarine split eyes he had become accustomed to instead of his human shocking green color.

"Will I look like you? No more paws?" He asked the same height figure. The teen's ear just twitched in answer.

"So you really are me, Twitch in half human form." The teen smiled and nodded his head this time.

He reached out and hesitantly touched one of the stripes on Twitch's arm. He tried to rip his hand away when his fingers went right through his half form's arm and seemed to be absorbed. He could no long feel his fingers, only the arm his fingers had touched. Soon his hand followed and when he had begun to struggle, his form had moved out to restrain him, a hand on his shoulder that was meshing together with his body until his bodies had become one. He cried out in surprise when he was flung from his unconscious and into the living world.

And that was when all hell broke loose.

Standing on shaky legs, he didn't even notice the now awake ten year olds that looked at him with pale faces.

Looking up, his eyes were soon locked with Sirius'.

"Who are you?" Shouted the Black heir.

"Siri-sirius? I'm Twitch. Don't you recognize me?" Maybe the thought of James' beloved pet would stop them from raining hell down onto him in the forms of the ministry.

"Don't lie, Twitch is my pet, you aren't a pet!" Cried out James in denial.

"We shared dreams before, don't tell me you don't recognize me, Master?" Act like a pet, act like a pet! But damnit, it almost physically hurt to call someone his master, even if he was only pretending to save his fur.

"Ha! Cats don't have masters! He isn't Twitch!" Yelled Sirius, more than likely proud of finding a hole in his logic.

"I was saved from the birds and smugglers from Master's father, I was given to Master so he is my Master, I am not some un-loyal house cat. Master is good to me and I care for him, he is my friend just like Sirius." That foul word, just how many more times did he have to say it?

"Sirius, I-i think I believe him." Said his father uncertainly.

"WHAT! James, at least question him under a truth charm!"

"Idiot, I don't have a wand and I don't know the words for the charm either stupid!"

"Then get your dad!" Was Sirius' reply.

He cleared his throat and spoke up uncertainly, "I wouldn't mind being questioned under a charm if it was within my rights." That had settled it. Sirius stayed with him while James went to awaken his parents.

This was bad, this was trouble and he had just known something was going to blow up in his face, his life had been to quiet and normal for the past few weeks for fate apparently.

He was lead down the now lit hallway to the dinning area where he was sat down in front of a glaring Mrs. Potter and a frowning Mr. Potter.

"James told us the gist of this little late night adventure and I quite would like to know who and what has been inhabiting my home for a little over three weeks now."

He agreed willingly.

"So you will let me place a truth charm on you?" He nodded his head.

"Very well." And so it had begun, with five easy slashes and two flicks and a quick muttered veritas, he was now under the predecessor to veritaserum. Much like the potion it compelled people to answer truthfully but unlike veritaserum, there was no way of getting around it, unlike the spell where you can be as liberal as you wanted when twisting the questions. It was all in the way the subject viewed the question and he was going to take advantage of that.

Question number one: "Did you know you could morph into this form?"

"No, I didn't it was a surprise when I could access this form and share dreams with Master and Sirius."

Question number two: "Did you try to change into this form before today?"

"No."

Question number three: " Did you come here to harm or endanger anyone of the household? This includes Sirius."

"No, I only think of friends and almost acceptance into this family when I think of any of you. I never came here to endanger someone or harm them, I didn't even know I was here or alive until you and…Abraxas? Healed me. Oh, and sorry for the bite, I was scared."

"Apology accepted."

Question number four: "How is it you can do this?"

"I think Mom was a witch while Dad was a were-tiger? Or some type of magical tiger. Mom was something, I don't know what all I knew was that she could turn to a tiger too. Mom died two months after my birth and dad was laid down 'cuz he went a little crazy once mom died." This was a lie but he had said he thought meaning this is how the thought someone would be able to get this form.

Mrs. Potter spoke up for the first time. "I'm sorry for your lost dear."

He gave a brilliant smile in hopes of being able to play off the sympathy he was gaining. "Its okay, you guys were becoming my family, and I had friends, James and Sirius. Right?" Even to his own ears he sounded pitiful. But luckily he was in a room full of softhearted Gryffindors.

"Of course you are our friend right Sirius?" Exclaimed James.

"Course you are Twitch!" Said Sirius with a slap on his back. He smiled up at the two boys.

"Okay, just one more question, how old are you?" Asked Conner.

"I'm 15, but that's still young for a magical cub like me, we are supposed to live longer than wizards unless we bond with one and then we have the same life span of that wizard. Usually it's a familiar bond."

"Well, the only thing left is to give you a human name to go by then. What do you want to be called?" Asked Mrs. Potter.

"Anything but Godric or Kalazar!" The others gathered around him gave a chuckle, obviously remembering the name choices form the birthday party.

"Then how about Lon? It means fierce in Gaelic and because you are a tiger and all that…"

He smiled brightly. He liked that name very much.

"Yeah, I like it. Lon, it has a ring to it doesn't it?" He asked. Everyone around the table nodded and smiled, whatever made their little tiger happy. But before everyone could go and get some much-needed rest, James spoke up.

"T-Lon, can you not call me master? It make me feel uncomfortable; you are one of my closest friends and well on your way to being family and I don't want to be your master but your friend."

Thank merlin! Never again would he have to say those words and just to make it all the more sweeter, he finally knew what his dad thought of him and he can't say that he could complain. In fact he was quite pleased by his dad's little speech and couldn't quite contain the purr that broke loose.

"You can do that in this form too?" Breathed Sirius in awe.

"Yep." And that was the last words that were spoken in that room. The people separated and left for their own rooms. Once they had reached James' room, Sirius went to the other bed while James climbed in his and all three said goodnight. After his final words, he turned back into Twitch and hopped onto Sirius' bed to fall asleep in.

He was more than content when he was pulled against Sirius' chest, an arm around his small body.

Maybe not so much trouble after all.

this was quickly looked over so i didn't get all the bugs but i really want to get this chapter out and move on to the better stuff so please review!