WARNING- This is still SLASH which means BoyXBoy Action are there will most definitely be action in the sense that may or may not be explicit.

Disclaimer-I do not own Harry Potter, nor will I ever

I know *sigh* I know… it has been forever and a day since I updated… *tilts head* I SOOooo sorry

*opens hands to reveal cookie* Take my cookie as an offer of my apology

On a serious note… I believe you all deserve a reason and I do have a few. First off, I have a new job that is taking up a lot of my free time that previously was my writing time. And secondly, I am going through a dark time that is leaving me very drained… I am sorry. This one chapter took me until now to actually finish. Every day I would try to work on it but I just didn't get far.

But slow as it might be HERE IT IS! Introducing… *drum roll* ….. CHAPTER FOUR!

'Thoughts'

~*Kitten Talk*~ sounds like meows to humans

~'Kitten thoughts'~

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(Kitten's POV)

Two little eyes blinked sleepily at the morning sun.

~*Too too bright*~ he mewed in annoyance and tried covering his eyes with little paws.

It works but only long enough for him to realize he is awake! His head perks up and he takes a look around... lots of stuff and places to hide and things that are just begging to be found and played with! He jumps up excitement drumming through his body. But before he starts exploring this new place and going on a little adventure, he arches his back and spreads his claws stretching all the sleepies away.

A flash of light catches his eyes and he makes a dash for it. Eyes widened in panic because there is no more floor where it was and he is falling! The ball of fur quickly hits the floor leaving it in a daze. He gets up and shakes the ouchies away and looks up to where he was.
The face of His Giant is still sleeping peaceful as if he didn't almost DIE! How dare His giant close his eyes and ignore him! Well, he could ignore him too. Turning his tail to His Giant he went to explore the other side of the room.

Excited; he chases a few dust bunnies around the floor and under the bed. Where did it think it was going? He was definitely going to catch it, so why try to run?

Around one moves into his line of sight and he takes off after it. It flashes out of his reach paws before he can capture it. It pauses not far away from him and he pounces. Yay! He got it! Carefully lifting one paw to see his prize. Nothing. He twirls in a circle looking for his prey that got away AGAIN…

He huffs in annoyance and gets it in his sight once again. A few things happen; he crouches down, eyes locking onto the target and a small rumble starts in his chest. It won't get away this time.

.1…

Tail flicks impatiently

..2…

He growls quietly

…3…

Eyes narrow

….4…

Ready and steady

and…

POUNCE!

With one single purpose on his mind he charges that little bug. Inexperienced paws fumble not at all working the way he wants them to. But his legs work good enough to catch this thingy. Just when he has it with his reach he trips causing him to tumble face first into a bottle tipping it over causing the contents to spill everywhere.

The smell tickles his nose; little sneezes escape causing him to jump backwards and shake his head. The room is quickly filling with a purple mist that is swirling and sparking in every direction. The kitten watches in fear as it closes in on him. Whirling around; he runs for it. Every fibre of his body is telling him to escape to get away. He yowls in distress when he runs face first into a wall. He is trapped!

~*No hurt me… I scared*~ He cries. Someone has to help him.

*Cough* *Cough*

"What the-*Cough*?"

"George?"

"Yeah *Cough* Fred?"

His Giants! Maybe they could save him. He meows as loud as he could but every breath becomes harder as more mist filled the room and his lungs. Small mews turn into wheezes and go unheard by the coughing duo. Unsteady feet take him a few more steps. His eyes start to blur as a streak of light. The closer to the light he gets the clearer the air gets.

He pushes his small body through the small crack and it grows bigger to let him through. He's out… He mewed weakly lying on his stomach on the floor trying to catch his breath.

"Oh… how'd you get here?"

Through the haze of his eyes everything is blurry and all he can make out is a blur of red hair.

And then he passed out.

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The kitten's eyes open once again. The haze of unconsciousness leaves him unwilling to try to raise his head. He mewed softly; hoping someone will come and make him feel better.

"Aw, the little kitten woke up."

A gentle hand carefully strokes his head and scratches his ears. He can't help the satisfied purr that escapes him.

"Who brought you in here, cutie?"

The hands stop their pampering and bring him up off the bed and into a warm embrace. The kitten cocks its head carefully and takes in this new human.

It is one of girl human types it kind of looks like his giant. Same hair colour.

"I guess you don't talk much, do you?" She giggled causing the fur on the back of his neck to bristle.

"Well I will just need to talk enough for the two of us little guy." She hummed softly and took out a hair bush from a drawer beside her and began to brush the small kitten. He yowled in protest as the fur was forcefully being pulled from his skull.

~*Ouchie, why hurt me? I be good!*~ He yowled.

"Well I don't usually have a lot of people to talk to about stuff because there are just some things that you can't say to people who can speak."

"-and then you wouldn't believe what she said-" He continuously whined as he was being tortured against his will. It wasn't a pleasant experience at all. He just wanted to get away from this evil monster that was holding him hostage.

"-sneaky little bitch, right? Well it-"

It removed the torture device to gesture wildly at no one. The kitten took the freedom and squeezed from its killing grip."-and then I-"

"-he didn't like that so I-"

He was wrong. This monster was NOTHING like His Giant. The red hair was wild and wiry. It had crazy eyes and was acting sporadically; moving suddenly with no warning startling the poor little kitten.

"-but I almost got caught so-"

He watched cautiously as this evil creature was making loud sounds that hurt his sensitive ears. Waiting. He waited for a chance. A chance to get away… he needed to get back to safety. To His Giant. To warm.

"-CHEATED! He thought-" His fur bristled and he hissed at the loud shriek. But the monster didn't noticed his unease and continued to make more noises.

"-so easy I was almost sorry-"

"-one time… it turned into something more-"

Slowly he crept towards the edge of the ground and looked down to see more floor further down. He tilted his head in confusion trying to figure out why the floor was so far down. It needed to be up here, where he could reach it. Where it could help him.

"-addicted to-"

He looked up from the far floor to where the monster was still squawking. It couldn't catch him if it did it would keep hurting him.

"-oh Merlin I was-" He took a leap of faith and tumbled to the ground. He really needed to work on the landing part of jumping. Now where? He scans the room for an exit.

There! A light. A light got him out last time. Second times a charm. He makes a dash.

"-poor little Harry never saw it coming… don't you think-?"

Suddenly a large obstacle drops in front of him blocking his way to the light place. Looking up he sees the last thing he wanted to. The evil thing… It towers above him, its dark shadow blocking all light drowning him in darkness.

His eyes widen, pupils dilated and ears flattened; he can only watch as its claws reach for him.

"And where do you think you are going?"

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(George's POV)

"Where is it?" Fred asked, after they managed to get the air to a breathable level.

*cough*"What?"

"The kitten! It's not here!"

"It has to be. We just need look around."

"Possibly."

They rummage every nook, cranny and possible hiding spot. Fred rechecks his bed, carefully shaking the blanket in hopes that a sleepy kitten shakes free. Sadly, no disgruntle fur ball makes an appearance to scowl him.
He gets down to his knees while Fred checks the bed to check underneath. Well that's interesting… He reaches out to a piece of broken glass. There are a few drops of something purple clinging desperately to its broken home. This must be the culprit of their suffocating wake up call. But what was it the bottle? He reaches out further trying to find a label or tag that'll tell him what it was.

"George?"

*BANG* "Shit!" His head collided with the bottom of the bed.

"Sorry but I don't think our little friend is in here."

"Yeah, me too." He rubbed the forming bump as he removed himself from underneath the bed. The piece of glass dropped once again forgotten…

"Maybe we should-"

"FRED! GEORGE! TIME TO EAT!"

"Well there goes that idea."

"First food, then we will track down our missing friend. We don't want mum to worry or get upset."

"We wouldn't want that would we?" He smirked.

"Never." Fred laughed.

By the time the two of them make it towards the table they can already hear that everyone else is there.

"RONALD! Take your hand away from that. No one eats until everyone is AT. The. Table." A shiver goes down both of their backs at the sound of their mum's tone. She means business.

"FRED AND GEORGE GET IN HERE!"

They share a smirk before slipping into the room behind their mum. All the family is gathered around the table waiting as patient as they could.

"Why the yelling?"

"We are right here?"

Mum whirled around at their voices to see two matching 'innocent' grins. Her eyes narrow so slightly at her smile leaves her face so briefly that it would normally be easy to miss. But George noticed.

"Good. Now we can eat. Dig in."

They barely have time to sit before everyone starts digging in. Fred dishes himself in also but his own appetite seemed to of left him. He grabs a few things just to not look suspicious or be questioned and starts moving things around on his plate.

He takes a chance and glances around the table; Ron is too busy inhaling food that George has to wonder how air makes its way in. Mum and dad were talking quietly to each other. Charlie was laughing at something Percy said before taking another bite. Ginny was sitting and listening in and laughing along. And Bill-

What was that?

He looked back towards Ginny and discreetly watches her for a few moments… There! There it was again! A flash of black. It looked a lot like a tuff of black fur.

The kitten!

Ginny has Harry's kitten!

How was he going to get it back? Gently he elbowed his twin. Fred glanced up at him. He glances towards Ginny again and Fred's eyes follow. His brows furrow and he looks back at his twin. George just rolls his eyes and tilts his head towards Ginny again. Again Fred looks her way and this time waits and watches and sure enough the tuff of fur reappears. Fred's eyes widen and he knows his twin had seen it too.

Their eyes meet briefly and the plan is set.

He grabs a piece of meat from his plate and slips it into his pocket.

"Mum, George is sick."

Their mum looks up briefly at George before rushing to his side. She places a hand on his forehead before remembering she is a witch and taking out her wand instead. She cast a simple diagnostic spell and is too concerned to notice another wand casting its own charm.

"Oh my! You are burning up. Off to bed with you!"

"Yes mum…" Slowly George stands up and moves towards his room. A smirk making itself known as soon as he is out of sight. He runs up to his room and hides right by the door and now he waits.

He laughs when he hears his twin say something. Part two… begin. He hears Ginny defend herself and then mum say something then footsteps. And then a door.

"Stay put and I promise to bring you back a treat." Ginny says.

Footsteps….

1….2…3…4…5…

6…7…8…9….

And 10…

He makes his way to Ginny's room. He takes one last look down the hall to make sure the coast is clear. No one is there.

Slowly he opens the door. He slips inside and sees the kitten curled up on her bed. Quickly he creeps up to it and scoops it up and slips out of the room and back into his room.

The kitten is making a fuss; scratching and hissing. Clearly not happy with being scooped up and being manhandled against its will.

He drops it on Fred's bed and it whirls around, arches his back and hisses at Fred.

"Oh hush you, I am trying to save your fluffy arse from becoming a furry dress up doll. So just shush." He mumbles while reaching in his pocket for the stashed piece of meat.

He offers it to the kitten. It sniffs it cautiously before taking it and nibbling on the treat.

"See, Fred's not the only nice one." His hand gently pets the kitten as it eats. "You are just adorable. Harry must adore you.."

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So that is chapter three I hope you enjoyed it, please review and tell me what you think (even if you didn't like it)

Sorry for taking SO long to write this chapter, there is a lot of things I need to work on but the first thing I am going to try to work on is updating all of my stories. I will try to update but I can't make any promises but I haven't given upon it yet!

Question~ How conniving should little Ginny be? Evil genius? Meddler?