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Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Eight – Kitten
Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with a cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat. (M. Twain)
Sitting down on a stone, he closed his eyes. He'd just taken part in one of the Dark Lord's feared raids. He couldn't forget the image of a burning house, and the desperate mewling of a kitten.
He closed his eyes, and remembered.
One sunny day at Hogwarts, he's seen that great oaf Weasley's little sister sitting by the lake all on her own. Her brilliant red hair had glinted in the sunlight. But, being the Slytherin he was, he couldn't resist that opportunity to taunt her.
As she'd lain there in the grass, the sun shining on her face, highlighting her hair, he'd thought she looked like a kitten. Peaceful, sleepy, cute.
But when he had approached her, she'd opened her eyes. The sleepy look had been gone from her face, replaced by eyes that seemed to be made of steel. Her whole body'd tensed – she'd looked ready to attack him then. She'd resembled a lioness, observing her prey, beautiful, strong and wild. A fiery lioness, uncontrolled and cruel.
She'd looked at him with those hard eyes, slowly flexing the muscles in her arms. And the insults he'd heard afterwards, well, he would certainly not have expected them from a little girl, much less Weasley's sister.
Oh well, he remembered, that day he'd learned once and for all that kitten got claws.
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