A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update. I don't really have an excuse especially as I have been getting a few requests. Also, in the previous installment, I had a few people express their concerns over the fact that Harry was speaking when the scene took place after the confrontation with the Death Eaters. I forgot to put in the Author's Note and/or in the chapter itself that the way Harry was communicating was like in the first chapter when Harry went to Gringotts. He had a charmed quill and parchment that wrote what he was thinking and then it was read aloud. Sorry for the confusion.

Anyways, this is in response to the request made by DarkLilly14. She wanted to see the moment when Harry got Lileen. So, enjoy. :]

Warnings: Nothing

Familiar

Harry looked at the building he stood before. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go in or not. He knew if he did, he didn't have to buy anything but what if something caught his eye? If he bought something then it would mean he was replacing her. How could he replace her? It was a horrible thing to even think about. She had been everything to him. Despite his distressed thoughts he entered the magical pet store.

"Hello, sir," a young man said as he walked into the store. "Can I help you with anything?"

"No, thank you. I'm just looking," Harry's voice box said. He saw the younger man's eyes widen in surprise but was happy when he didn't say anything.

"Very well. Call on me should you need help."

Harry nodded and began looking around when the man walked away. There were owls on perches as well as ravens and even a few bats. As he headed towards the back of the store, he walked past the cages of cats and dogs and rabbits. There were tanks with toads and frogs and mice and rats and snakes. He paused by the snakes for a few moments but nothing interested him.

He wasn't even sure what he was doing in Finland. All he knew was that after he left Spain and the Catellas a couple months earlier, he would just randomly Apparate and eventually discover where he was. Before Finland, he had been in Morocco. It was a very different scene compared to Finland. Now he was wandering around a pet store and he had no idea why. He couldn't get another familiar. He couldn't replace Hedwig. She had been his best friend, sometimes his only friend. How could he just forget her and get another pet?

He had rounded a corner and was heading back to the front entrance when a flicker of white caught his peripheral vision. He stopped and turned around, walking to the very back of the store. Tucked away in a corner where no one could possibly notice was a box with a very small creature lying inside. He eyed it curiously as it stared back at him, its tails—yes, tails—flicking lazily.

It was clearly a little kitten though he knew from the two tails that it was a Kneazle or at least part Kneazle. The kitten was completely black with a splash of white on its back. One ear was dipped in white as well as the tip of one of its tails. The other tail had a line of white travelling down the center of it. Its tails were bushy and eyes were bright blue. In short, the kitten was absolutely adorable and had his full attention.

Harry slowly walked closer to the box and knelt down. The kitten continued to watch him and sat up at the same time he knelt down. He didn't move and neither did the kitten. He wondered why the kitten was way back here where it couldn't be seen and not with the other animals. There were other Kneazles in the store. Why was this one all alone? He was pulled from his musings by a quiet meow. He looked down and found that the kitten had left the box and was now sitting so close to him that if he moved at all, he would be touching the kitten. As he stared at the little kitten, he found himself giving a small smile.

"Sir?"

His head snapped up at the young cashier's voice.

"I'm not sure she's the best choice," the man said. "She's known to be quite vicious and mean. She has attacked everyone that has ever gotten closer to her."

"What's her name?" Harry asked.

"She does not have one. She was left on the step of the store one day and has been here since."

"How old is she?"

"She is around four or five months."

Harry looked back at the little kitten. She was vicious? She certainly didn't seem to be. Maybe the others who had looked at her had simply been morons and the kitten had taken it upon herself to save herself from being stuck with morons. He grinned slightly.

"I'll take her," he said and looked up in time to see the shock on the younger man's face. When the cashier didn't appear to be making a move, he raised an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look. The young cashier then jumped into action and left to gather things for the kitten. Harry looked back at her. He would need a name for the kitten. He mused for a few moments before smiling again and reaching out to pet the kitten. "Lileen. My Lileen."