A/N: The text in bold and cursive is taken from the Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban J.K. Rowling's

This story was made to commemorate and cherish all my cats; ones that passed, current ones and the ones in the future. May I always be a slave to my ginger kitties.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable.
Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? "People always forget the rest of the saying," she complained. "'And satisfaction brought it back."
― Tamora Pierce, Trickster's Choice

Fred and George were extremely proud to hold the title of the funniest, most creative, and most hilarious pranksters and jokers of their generation, they could amuse and entertain practically everyone (minus one pompous git of a brother and greasy-haired old bat of a potions teacher). Hell, they would even say that they were one of the best pranksters in history, only a few steps after legendary Marauders. There were many pretenders to try and take away their titles, but the twins always managed to show them their place. Everyone at Hogwarts knew their name, they were practically basking In glory.

Up until now, they would never suspect to undermine their own titles. Everything started during the summer holidays before the previous school year. When they retrieved Harry from the Dursley's hellhouse, they had no problems cheering him up. When they got to the Burrow their sister got extremely quiet and flushed. Like, really flushed. They still couldn't comprehend how someone could impersonate a tomato that good for so long.

After their sister got all shy in front of the certain boy who lived, they decided to break the tension. And how would you break the tension between your sister and her lifelong crush? Of course, you would tease her mercilessly in front of said boy!

As it turned out, eleven-year-old girls with crushes do not really appreciate this doing. Their sister, a strange creature she was, started to be even more quieter and shy, if it was even possible, shrinking to her shell. Who would have thought that?

When the school year started they couldn't give their sister this much attention as on holidays. They had hoped that she would forgive them, and wouldn't be too devastated. Unfortunately, they noticed that she was getting more and more pale and depressed. So they started to tease her more, of course! Unpredictably, she got mad at them. Eleven-year-old girls were really something different!

After the events of the Chamber of Secrets, their sister got even more depressed. All of their family tried to cheer her up. Their mum tried her best to make Ginny her favourite food, their dad spent every free while with her trying to infect her with his passion for muggle technology, and even their eldest brother Bill managed to get a week off and visit her. Fred and George tried practically everything and everything failed.

The twins would never suspect that their little sister would be the downfall of their indisputable rein on the world's best pranksters list.

Now, the near-fallen kings of pranking were placed against a wall, with only one choice to save themselves. They planned something very unconventional and genius to protect their reputation (and cheer their sister up – not to forget that, obviously). Using all of their genius, they came up with a foolproof plan. Who would better improve Ginny's mood than the boy who saved her after all? Additionally, she would have alone time with her crush. The only problem was to persuade Harry to do this, but when the twins want something, they always get it.

Their plan couldn't have gone better. They have successfully stolen their brooms from the shed and flew to Little Whinging, Surrey. When they landed in the backyard of number 4 Privet Drive, they quickly opened the backdoor with a lockpick. Thanks to their father for this muggle gadget. They sneaked to Harry's room, paying special attention to the stairs so they didn't creak. They opened the door to the smallest bedroom pushing an eavesdropping Harry backward.

"Ouch!"

"Harry! What are you doing?" Asked George closing the door after Fred before the Dursleys heard anything.

"What do you think I was doing? I was trying to hear what this whole commotion was about!"

"What commotion? You certainly haven't heard us, have you?

"Of course, I heard you! You are as loud as Ron's Snoring!"

"No! That's impossible!" The twins looked at each other horrified.

"Sure," Harry said dismissively, "Are you here to take me away?" The boy's eyes lit up excitedly.

"Yes," They answered simultaneously.

Harry grinned and visibly brightened, "Give me a minute to pack my things!"

"That won't be necessary." Another pair of the same voice startled Harry.

"What?" Harry asked turning back to them. He really didn't like this maniacal look in their eyes.

"What we mean is, you are coming with us, but won't need anything with you," They smiled strangely at him.

Harry gulped nervously and looked at where his wand was hidden, then back to the twins, "Why?" He asked cautiously.

"No more questions dear Harrykins!" The twins grinned toothily.

Harry rushed to get his wand and pointed it to the face of one of the twins, but before he could cast any spell, the other twin tore it away. George grabbed him by his arms, however, Harry's quick kick in the shin made him loosen his grip. Harry broke away but before he even noticed, Fred threw him on his bed and sat on his arms. George quickly joined his brother sitting on the younger boy's legs.

"Fred! George! What the hell are you doing!" Harry shouted, for the first time in his life hoping for Uncle Vernon to barge in angrily into his room.

"Saving our reputation little Potter," said Fred pulling the vial from his robes.

"Now, drink it up," said George with a sing-song voice and huge grin as he shoved the contents of the vial into the boy's mouth. Harry's world turned dark.

The first thing he noticed after waking up was that there was very dark with only a few spots on the roof letting the light in. He vaguely heard voices from outside.

He felt strange, lighter than usual. His senses also were acting differently, way more sensible than they should be.

At first, he thought that he was kidnapped by some of Voldemort's fanatics as he rather had some. After two years of constant fighting for his life against Voldemort, he had a right to be a little paranoid. Then he remembered what happened last night and his eyes instantly narrowed. Did the twins kidnap him? Why? What he had done to them to even deserve it? For a second he wondered if Ron knew about this but quickly dismissed this idea. Ron would never ever help them with this, would he? The git he was, he would never betray his best mate like that, or at least Harry hoped so.

Sudden shakes of his prison startled him, shoving him into a wall. He let out an almost animal-like growl. The gits will pay for whatever they did to him.

After executing most of their fantastic plan, it was turn to the easiest part of it. After extracting Harry from the number four Privet Drive they sneaked back into the Burrow and up to their room. They hid Mr Potter so no one would find out about him in case they had some unexpected visitors. After a short celebration, they went to sleep. They had to wake up tomorrow after all.

They were woken by their mother calling everyone to breakfast. Shortly after that, they heard loud footsteps descending from the stairs, indicating that Ron had already awakened. Really, the boy could sleep through everything, but if something indicated food he would be up in not even a second.

"All right Greddie, take our little friend downstairs."

"Sure thing Forgie!" Replied Fred as he moved to pick up a box.

They went down the stairs and the box shook a little. They heard a tiny growl from inside and smiled menacingly. They got to the kitchen looking for their little sister and spotted her at the table staring gloomily into her bowl of porridge, looking all pale and tired. Poor thing probably couldn't sleep all night.

"Look, George! It's our favourite sister sitting there all alone and sad!"

"No Fred! That can't be! Not on our watch!" George cried mock horrified with a hand on his heart.

Their mother looked at them clearly forlorn. She knew that they had done something or at least planned to do something and her motherly instinct told her to scold them, but on the other hand she knew they tried to help Ginny feel a little better.

They didn't get much attention from Ginny. She only looked at them with depressed eyes.

"Now, dearest Gin-Gin,"

"Our favourite little sister,"

"We have a special gift for you,"

"For being the best little sister we could ask for,"

"Not that we ever did,"

"But here you are!"

They grinned and put the box o in front of their sister before taking place at the table facing her.

Beside them, Ron snorted, "Did you get her Harry's pants? I'm sure it would be special enough for her to worship them." His comment was followed by an outraged cry of Weasley matriarch, "Ronald!"

The twins just grinned as their brother was being scolded by their mother. They turned back to Ginny who was red-faced from embarrassment.

"This box here,"

"Contains all of your dreams and hopes,"

"Treat well whatever you find inside," Fred told her very seriously wiggling his index finger.

"And don't pay any attention to what this git is talking," Said George pointing at their youngest brother.

Fred turned to his twin with a very serious expression, "Maybe we make him not talk anymore?" Asked with suggestively raised eyebrows.

"That brother dearest is a most wonderful idea!" They both slowly grinned creepily.

"Now Gin-Gin, unpack it!" Said Fred taking out a wizarding camera.

Ginny hesitated a little as she knew what her brothers could be up to before she moved her hands to the mysterious box. As she tore through the paper, she let out an audible gasp drawing attention from the other inhabitants of the kitchen. She visibly brightened as a little kitten showed up in front of her eyes.

It was pitch black, with an unruly ruffled fur. It had dangerously narrowed eyes, ready to attack, but it changed after laying eyes on her. Its eyes turned into saucers, visibly shocked to see her and not some dangerous creature.

Without hesitation, she scooped the kitten into her arms making it yelp. She hugged it tightly to her chest squealing and grinning toothily.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She cried in ecstasy and joy as she rushed to hug the breath out of the twins, still with the kitten in her arms. Since she was little, Ginny always dreamed about a pet, preferably a cat. Now her dream came true!

She moved away from the twins and looked into the kitten's eyes. They were emerald green, just like Harry's.

"Ohh! What a cutie you are!" Ginny gushed as she once again crushed the poor kitten in a hug.

"Boys, where did you get this cat," Asked their mother suspiciously.

Fred looked at her sadly and put a hand on his heart as if to stop the pain, "One day we were walking through the village and spotted a homeless, little kitten, all skinny, starved and miserable," He told her solemnly.

"We suspect that someone tormented him,"

"We just couldn't fathom the idea of leaving this poor little guy all alone against the world's dangers." Completed Fred wiping a fake tear.

"Oh, boys! You are such dears! I'm so, so proud of you two!" Mrs Weasley cried as she rushed to give them both a bone-crushing hug.

"So this is he?" Asked Ginny as Molly stopped hugging her sons. "I know how to name him!" she told as the twins nodded at her question. She bit a lip, her face screwing in thinking. Her eyes roamed the little figure of a kitten trying to find something in his appearance that could define him. "His name will be Ruffles!" Ginny grinned.

The twins snickered at the kitten's scowl.

"Oi, he looks a lot like Harry!" Ron noticed looking closely at the cat.

"That, brother gittest,"

"Is because Ginny always wanted The Boy Who Lived,"

"Now, she can have The Boy Who Purred instead!"

"You both are idiots, you know that, right?"

"Ronald!" Their mother scolded much to the twin's amusement

Molly put some nicely fried sausage on the table for the kitten to eat. The creature sniffed it suspiciously but after a while, he gave in and ate with relish. Ginny and her mother were ecstatic when the kitten started purring happily when it filled its empty belly. Molly turned to her daughter.

"I expect you young lady to be extremely responsible and a good owner to this little kitten!" She told sternly and Ginny was constantly nodding solemnly," I know for a fact that caring for pets is a very demanding and sometimes tiring job, and I expect you to feed it, clean everything it dirts, care for its cleanliness and answer for it every time it gets into mischief."

"Of course Mum! I promise!"

This day couldn't get any weirder for Harry. First, the spawn of the devil himself – the evil Weasley twins attack him, poison and kidnap him. Then he wakes up in a strange room that later turns out to be a box. Imagine his shock when the first thing he saw when the box opened, was the youngest of Weasleys. At first, he was ready to attack and fight for his life but was too slow and too surprised to react. Then, the squealing girl used the moment of his reluctance and crushed him with a hug. Never in his life, he was more scared.

And 'Ruffles'?! What the hell?! Who names a living creature Ruffles? This should be forbidden by law, as far as Harry was concerned. He was sure he was going to have trauma for years because of it!

The redheaded oppressor took him upstairs to her room. It was actually the first time he saw the place. Instead of a shiny pink and extremely girly room like he was expecting, it was actually rather nice, much to his shock. It was small but definitely cosy with walls painted green and heather. The only girly thing was a dressing table with a mirror on which was a hairbrush and hairbands.

The tired-looking and scratched Ginny sat on her bed with the kitten in her arms. The kitten who overcame the stage of initial shock, now fought endlessly with the predator.

"Ruffles! Stop it now! You are hurting me, sweetie," She told him sternly, but tenderly.

The cat only narrowed its eyes and hissed at her. Ginny nonchalantly held her hand out to it and quickly dodged another attack of little, sharp claws. Before the cat could defend itself again she started scratching him under his chin. Ruffles gave up and lay down purring soundly. The pleasure was just too much to defend himself.

Ginny grinned at him, "You see! There is no need for violence little one." She continued petting him, savouring the feeling of his soft fur.

For Harry, the whole scratching and petting thing was very strange. It felt heavenly, with all his will to fight disappearing suddenly, leaving him in pure bliss and craving for more.

She took the kitten in her arms again, this time it didn't defend itself. "Look, this is our room, my little friend. Here we will be sleeping, playing, and hiding before my brothers after we prank them!" She told him excitedly, "Now, we have to get ready because we are going to Magical Menagerie to buy you some nice things! Isn't it exciting?" She moved to the drawer and started changing.

Harry looked at her and noticed that the T-shirt she was wearing was quite familiar. It was his T-shirt! The T-shirt he lost last summer at the Burrow! He thought it was misplaced after doing the laundry but now he knows the truth. It was stolen by the youngest Weasley! It was the first ever piece of clothing that fitted him perfectly, as he bought it himself before his first year at Hogwarts on Diagon Alley.

He started moving to scratch her again in revenge, but before he could get close, she got out of her clothes and it stunned him, traumatising him even more. He was sure now, officially he wanted to die.

'So this is what they meant when they say that girls are different than boys', Harry thought. It felt so weird to look at his best friend's little sister like that. He wondered how the twins would react if they knew it was because of them.

One thing was sure. There was no such thing as boredom for Harry Potter. Why his life couldn't be normal for once?

Mrs Weasley and Ginny flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and walked all the way to Magical Menagerie. Even as a freaking cat, Harry couldn't stop his amazement at the sight of this place. He had been here a few times, but still found the whole experience marvellous.

They walked to the Magical Menagerie, one of the zoological shops on Diagon Alley. They entered the shop and approached the shop assistant.

"Excuse me! My daughter got a cat and we wanted to buy him all the necessary things and supplies."

"Of course ma'am. Please follow me." The girl said and moved to the back of the shop. The two Weasley women followed her. The saleswoman led them into the room with a big table and indicated to put Ruffles there. As Ginny complied, she started examining his health and well-being.

"Well, it seems that the cat is in rather good condition, even if a little skinny. Let him stay here for a while, while we go look for the things you wanted."

Harry waited for a while after they walked to the cat section of the shop. Damn, cat's life was hard. It wasn't even a few minutes and he was already bored! He jumped down from the table and sneaked to the main part of the Magical Menagerie.

"Hey you, you arsebutt!" Harry heard an annoyingly squeaky voice calling him. "Yes, imma talking to you, you murdering monster!"

Harry looked around trying to locate from where the voice was coming. He jumped on a stand with rodents.

"Oh, so you're not deaf. I bet you are dumb as fluff." One of the small mice told him. Harry just crooked his head curiously and looked at it confused.

"Wait, we can talk to each other?" Ruffles asked, or whatever was the right name for it.

"Haha! I knew you were stupid! But yes we can talk to each other. We, animals, have one language, something like Esperanto. Well, every animal except snakes. They are weird."

"So let's say, I want to talk to this fish over there, I just walk up and do this whole… thing?"

"Yup, it's as simple as that. Wonder, how something stupid as you could get it."

"Oi! You keep insulting me all the time!"

"Of course we are! You are a cat and we are mice! Friendliness between our kinds is not natural. Not a surprise you can't understand that, though, looking at how idiotic little kitty you are!"

The mice in the cage were shouting insults and calling him names. Harry looked at them more closely and noticed that they looked rather… tasty. He jumped on the bars hissing and growling dangerously his paw getting into the cage and nudging one of the annoying rodents.

"Aaaagh! You killed me! He killed me!" One of the mice screamed in terror more than the rest "I think I'm going to die! I'm too young to die!"

"Oi, shut up! That's the lesson for you to not pick on a bigger one." Ruffles said smugly and wandered to the different stalls.

He was now in the cat section of the shop, where his supposed "owners" were. To tell the truth, he quite like this whole adrenaline and tension that he could be caught red-handed. But he was calm that he would be safe. Who would, after all, hurt a cute little kitty like him?

While he was wandering through the shop, his attention caught sight of something with a very big, bandy-legged, ginger-coloured grumpy and oddly squashed face. It looked as if he had run headlong into a brick wall. Harry thought that it was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger.

Ruffles approached the older cat, "Emm, excuse me."

The cat hummed in acknowledgement, "Yes?" It looked him up and down as if examining him, "What do you want, young one?" It asked with a slow, bored and tired voice.

"Err, I just wanted to ask you, if you didn't see two redhead witches by any chance."

The bigger cat changed its position, so now it has a better view. "Why? Are they your owners?"

"I guess so," Harry answered reluctantly. It still sounded strange that he had an owner.

"They are over there," said the cat a while later, pointing its head at the corner of the shop. It looked a little sad and contemplative, "Their hair looks quite familiar. Yes, if I remember correctly, and I do, my previous owner had similar hair, only darker,"

"What happened to your owner," Harry asked despite feeling that his question was far too insensitive. Being a cat really made his curiosity out of the line.

The cat sighed sadly, "She was killed. It happened years ago when I was two years old. To this day I remember her perfectly; Her long auburn hair, kind and gentle nature and fierce protectiveness. She was a real angel. Her mate and son were fine. But I didn't like her mate's friends. Two of them smelled like dogs and the other one like a rat."

"I hope you find a new owner soon, and they will be like the previous one," Harry said as he started to walk where Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were.

"Oh, I really doubt that, young one. I do not think anyone will ever be even half of what she was."

Feeling incredibly mischievous, Ruffles took a run-up and climbed on Ginny's back sticking his sharp claws in her skin. Ginny shrieked in surprise and pain and started to look around at how that happened. Her mother chuckled amusedly at this display of the young cat's energy who now was sitting on the young girl's arm.

"Easy dear, it's just your little favourite."

"Ruffles? Bad kitty! You can't do this every time you want!" Ginny scolded, but her resolve descended when she saw his big, innocent emerald-green eyes. No one could stay angry at him for more than a few minutes and he was going to take advantage of it to the very end.

Later that night, Harry contemplated the day's events. He really enjoyed being a cat, he could do practically everything and not face the consequences.

Ginny and Mrs Weasley bought him a litter box, toys and snacks. For the first time since leaving Hogwarts, he had a full belly.

He went to sleep at a safe distance from Ginny despite her many attempts and begging to sleep with her. Unfortunately in the middle of the night, he was attacked by ruthless coldness and had to falter his unbendable resolve by cuddling with her in search of warmness.

He fell asleep in a cosy cocoon of warm Ginny, dreaming about the revenge he would bring on the Weasley twins.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. As always I encourage you to share a piece of your mind, no matter what it is.