He pulled out a slip and grinned. 'The first name pulled is Roger Davies!' An audible sigh ran through most of the Great Hall, however from somewhere in the middle where the Seventh-Year Ravenclaws sat there was a huge groan.

'Come on up, Roger Davies!' shouted Fred.

'Your time has come to prove you're not a massive a-hole,' added George.

'Fine! You'll be eating your words, Weasleys!' said Roger. He stalked towards where the twins were sat. 'I'll do anything you say.'

'Good, because we've got the perfect dare for you, just need some clarification. Hermione, when you turned into a cat during your second year, could you still think and feel human emotions?'

'Erm, yes I could. Though I wasn't a proper cat-'

'Wonderful!' cut in Fred. He turned to grin at Roger whose face had gone from confident to concerned at the mention of a cat.

'What are you going to make me do?' he asked warily.

'Roger Davies, we dare you to take Polyjuice Potion and turn into a cat.' Roger looked relieved. 'And then, you must try and flirt with Professor McGonagall while she's in her Animagus form.' His face fell into a mask of disbelief.

'You have got to be kidding me? That's...'

'Sick?'

'Disgusting?'

'Hilarious?'

'Who said hilarious?' He turned on the Hall. 'It's definitely not that, I can't believe you're making me do this,' he said as Fred tied the scrap of parchment around his wrist sealing his fate. 'Though how am I going to do that? Granger only said she was half a cat.'

'That's why we're going to alter the potion, idiot. Have fun!'

~o~

Roger was exiting his Charms class when the twins accosted him.

'The potion is ready, here you go,' Fred said, as he passed a tightly sealed flask to the Seventh Year. 'You still need to find a cat, thought we'd leave the choice to you. Don't want you being an ugly cat now, do we?'

'I'll get you for this, you do realise?'

'Bring it, Davies. Have fun with old Minnie!' With that they ran off, leaving Roger to stand there wondering what on Earth they'd gotten him into.

Roger paced the Ravenclaw Common Room over and over.

'Roger!' shouted Cho, as she looked up from her book. 'Stop it, you're driving us all mad! You're not the only one who's got a dare resting on their mind.' She absentmindedly fiddled with the parchment tied around her wrist.

'Sorry, Cho.'

'Just do it! It'll be better when it's over.'

'For you maybe,' he muttered darkly. 'Ok, I'll do it tonight. Has anyone got a cat?'

The stars were twinkling when he finally uncorked the flask with an unsteady hand, and added the cat hair he'd gathered earlier on in the day. It hissed menacingly but turned a fairly pleasant cream colour. With the whole Common Room staring at him, he downed the potion. After initially gagging at the horrible taste he managed to finish the entire flask. Suddenly everyone seemed to be getting a lot larger, or maybe he was just getting smaller. Yes, he decided, he was definitely getting smaller as his entire perspective changed. He began to sprout cream-coloured fur and a tail burst out from his behind. It was the definitely the strangest sensation he'd had in his entire life, and that included the time he got caught on a weather vane whilst flying on his broomstick. His eyes became a lot sharper and he was able to see more than before: individual threads of carpet and tiny specs of dust. When he felt as though he was no longer physically changing he turned to face his House and made to speak. However, all that came out was a loud meow.

'Oh, this is brilliant!' shouted Marcus Belby. 'Take a picture.' Someone had clearly obeyed as a bright flash went off to his side. Roger jumped and hissed at the general direction of the photographer. The crowd laughed again. Roger wanted to scream or shout out in indignation but all he could manage was a strangled meow. He stalked off, out of the Common Room hoping to end the nightmare as soon as possible.

He prowled along the Transfiguration corridor, hoping that the Professor would be there; he only had an hour before he turned back human, and he couldn't imagine a worse situation than to be around the Professor when that happened. The door to her classroom was slightly ajar so he slipped inside and surveyed the room. She was sitting behind her desk, writing some sort of message, with her head held high and her back straight. Silently, well as silently as he could with his extra legs, Roger crawled through the maze of desk and chair legs towards the strict Professor.

Hoping the agility that he'd gained through Quidditch would be enough, he leapt onto her desk. Evidently it wasn't; he skidded and knocked over the bottle of ink she was writing with, all over the parchment. Upon which he could see the word Dougal...

'Goodness!' she exclaimed. 'You gave me such a fright, little one.' He purred quietly in response and nuzzled against her arm, inwardly cringing at himself. He'd get the Weasley twins back if it was the last thing he did!

'Aren't you adorable? What brings you out here at this time of night?' she asked, as she stroked him behind the ears. He had to admit it, it didn't half feel good.

'Stupid woman,' thought Roger. She's talking to a cat as though it could respond to her. Knowing that his time was quickly running away from him, he gathered his courage and praying to the ghost of Rowena Ravenclaw that no one would ever see this, he jumped onto her chest and began to lick at her face eagerly.

'Woah, little one. You're a little eager, aren't you?' she said whilst trying to fend him off. Still, he persisted, fighting against her hold and attempting to return to her. 'Ok, ok.' She placed the little cat on her desk and began her transformation from human to cat. When she was fully feline she began to play with Roger, flicking her tail around flirtingly and licking her paw. Thankful that his ordeal was almost over, Roger responded to her almost mindlessly.

Soon, Roger could feel the effects of the Potion wearing off. Alarmed, he ran out of the classroom but she followed, meowing indignantly. As he raced through the castle back to the Ravenclaw Common Room he began to feel more and more human; his fur was retracting and his eyesight was worsening. As he approached the Common Room he begged that there was someone out there to let him in, just as they planned. He let out an audible sigh of relief when he saw Stephen Cornfoot and Terry Boot chatting by the entrance. To anybody else they would be casually talking, but Roger could see them steal glances out into the corridor every few moments; they knew that the hour was almost up. Just as Roger reached the entrance they solved the riddle set and opened the door so that Roger could race through. Just before the door shut again, Roger could see the Professor slinking away, clearly upset that he'd run away from her.

Everyone in the Common Room once again stared as Roger began his transformation back to human. Eventually he was laying on the carpeted floor, with his breathing laboured and his dignity barely intact.

'Have fun, Roger?' asked Marcus. He was still amused from the way that Roger had left an hour previously.

'Don't...ever...mention...this...to...anyone. Ok?'

'Awh, come on. It can't have been that bad.'

'It was,' interrupted Stephen. 'She was chasing after him on the way back up here. Had to shut the door quickly before she followed him in.' At this a burst of laughter erupted from all of the inhabitants of the Tower, and Roger's face flushed red.

'I'm going to bed, and hope that this was all a bad dream.' The piece of parchment fluttered down from his wrist. He grabbed it and held it out. 'And someone give this to Granger.'

'I'll take it,' offered Padma. 'We've got Arithmancy tomorrow.' Without even muttering a thanks, Roger threw the piece towards Padma and ran to his dormitory, with the sound of the rest of the House still chuckling at his misfortune. He collapsed onto his bed and was relived to find he was the only one there. He undressed and before he fell asleep only one thought crossed his mind. 'That was terrible, but at least I don't have to do the forfeit.'

~o~

'I'm still not happy about this. Everyone else's dares must also be as horrific and horrible... and scarring... and-'

'Oh, shut it, Davies and pick out the next name.' Roger threw a filthy look at the twins but plunged his hand into the pot. He pulled out a piece of paper and read aloud...

A.N - Like this chapter? I must admit it did creep me out a little! Please leave a review and don't forget to send in your dare suggestions!