Harry Potter and the Death God's Cat
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Bleach to Tite Kubo.
Author's Notes: Errr... eheh.
Harry Potter sighed softly as the slim black cat curled so carelessly in the middle of the Dursley's yard. "You know, if the Dursley's see you like that, they'll probably think you're a freak like me and chase you off."
A single golden eye opened, lazily studying for a moment, before again falling shut as the cat rolled over onto its stomach and stretched out. Sighing softly, the boy shook his head before smiling just a bit as he carefully reached hesitantly down towards the feline, pausing just above the animal's fur. Once more, that eye cracked open, and again the cat seemed to study the boy before seeming to shrug its shoulders.
Taking the cat's lack of visible concern as assent to continue, Harry carefully reached down and brought his fingers to carefully stroke beneath the cat's chin. His smile grew as he heart the soft purr begin to grow from its throat before he gently brough his hand up to lightly stroke against the soft fur atop its head. "You don't really care, do you?"
An almost dismissive sound left the cat's mouth even as it pressed back into his hand.
"I wish I could be like that." Harry sighed slightly even as his nails lightly scritched against the back of its ears. "I wish I hadn't even had to come back here this summer."
"Murr?" Golden eyes opened up and watched him curiously for a moment, before its head butted insistently at his hand.
"The Dursleys don't exactly like anything they think is freakish." He paused a moment before grimacing softly. "Especially magic and wizards like me."
The cat rolled over at that and for a moment, cocking its head to the side, it sat down on its haunches and peered up at him curiously.
"Last year I found out I was a wizard." Harry paused a moment, smiling slightly as he reached out and continued to pet the cat. "It was brilliant. I got my own wand, a broom.... Flying is absolutely... There's just no word for it, going so fast..."
The cat seemed to nod its head in agreement with his statement.
"Yeah." He grinned softly and nodded back himself. "And I finally have some friends! Ron's a bit lazy, yeah, and Hermione... well, she's a little crazy about schoolwork, studying and rules."
The cat seemed to short at the last and gave the boy a look of pity.
"Hey! She's a good friend!" Harry responded quickly in her defense. "It's just... almost all she ever does is study."
"Murr."
"Hogwarts is brilliant though." Harry continued, trying to ignore the look of smug triumph on the cat's features. "Well, except for Snape and Draco." He paused once more before wincing slightly and continuing. "And the guy who killed my parents trying to kill me."
The cat immediately stiffened and looked sharply at him.
"Well, I'm sure this year will be better!" Harry immediately protested as he raised his hands up. "Just have to get through the summer."
The flat look made him wince.
"I just jinxed myself, didn't I?"
The smug nod told him everything he needed to know as he sighed softly in annoyance before a sudden bellow filled the air. "BOY! Why aren't you getting those beds weeded for Dudley's party!?"
Harry immediately winced as he turned his head and beheld the purpling face of his Uncle. "Uncle Vernon..."
"Listen you little freak..." The massive walrus of a man growled at Harry as he towered over him."I expect you to do everything perfect! With none of your freakishness!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry quickly bowed his head and nodded.
"I don't want to see you slacking off again, do you hear me?!" The man was practically bellowing his words as light flecks of spittle flew past his lips.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry put forth his words hesitantly as he glanced up at the man.
"WHAT!?"
"The neighbors, they're staring." The boy quickly pointed with his finger, gesturing without lifting up his head.
The man immediately stilled before turning his head and fearfully glancing out around them. Indeed, various neighbors, out and about in their yards were sending entirely unpleasant looks their way. Paling slightly he none-the-less sent a withering glare at the boy. "Just get it done."
As the man turned and stomped back around to the front of the house, Harry sighed softly and glanced back down at the cat. "Well, that was close."
When the boy turned his back to the cat and resumed his work on the beds, he missed how the cat seemed to flick out of existence for only a fraction of a second. As soon as the animal settled back into place, a startled yell and a crash could be heard in the front of the home. Harry's eyes immediately went wide with surprise when another angry yell filled the air.
"YOU LITTLE FREAK! What did you do?!"
Harry blinked in incomprehension, his hands still buried in the warm earth. "What?"
It was a moment later that a puce colored Vernon stormed back around, his beady eyes almost bulging out of his face as he limped across the ground. "YOU! This was all YOUR FAULT!"
"What?" Harry just stared back at the man in confused disbelief. "What happened?"
"YOU BLOODY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!" Vernon growled angrily as his fingers clenched tightly into a fight as he loomed darkly over the boy. "You used your bloody freakishness to..."
"But I was here! Working on the beds!" Harry immediately protested as he stared up in wide eyed shock at the man. "I don't even have my wand!"
Vernon stilled at that, his eyes suddenly narrowing as a wide, gleeful smirk suddenly grew across the man's face. "Oh, that's right, your little freak stick... That would teach you, wouldn't it?"
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry's eyes immediately went wide as he stared up at the massive man in down right shock. "No!"
"Don't you dare talk back to me you little freak!" Immediately the man turned around, the intent visible on his form as suddenly, the cat lazily flicked its tail and immediately the man tripped again, falling flat on his face once more. "STOP BLOODY DOING THAT!"
"I'm..." Harry paused a moment, before his brow furrowed as he caught the lazy canting of the cat's head, before suddenly setting his shoulders. "Then don't try to do anything to my wand!"
"... What did you say...?" A slow inkling of fear began to creep into Vernon's mind as he stared back at the boy with a feeling that he was on the cusp of a revelation he most assuredly would NOT enjoy.
"I said don't try anything with my wand." Unlike Vernon, Harry never raised his voice loud enough for the neighbors to hear, staring back at his uncle as he found a steel inside of himself he wasn't even aware was there.
"But... but... you can't do... IT without a wand!" Vernon sputtered back, never quite fully grasping the implications of what he said before it tumbled past his lips.
"If I'm doing this to you now, then obviously that isn't true, is it?" Harry countered as he glared back at his Uncle for a moment. "Either that, or I'm not doing anything at all and you're just clumsy."