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The Kitten and the Killer	By : crimsonphoenix13 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 19481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This is my
first fanfic so be nice and review.��
Riddick:
That�s not how you say it. You�re meant to threaten them, and then mock them.��
Harry:
Riddick that�s just mean, apologise now.��
Riddick:
Shutup Kitten��
CP13:
If you don�t I�ll never let you meet your Kitten. ��
Riddick:
O.O ��Hn�Sorry.��
Harry:
That�s much better. ^_^ Please enjoy the fic and review! *Curls up next to CP13
to get his ears stroked and starts to purr*
This
fic is a crossover of Harry Potter and The Chronicles of Riddick, but with
cameos from Inuyasha as well as mentions of the characters and story of Naruto.
If you don�t like the sound of it, don�t read it. Any flaming will just mean I
get to stare at some pretty fire without setting it myself (I am not an
arsonist by the way, fire is just pretty).�
Warnings:
�� Yaoi (male/male) pairings;
creature fic; Xovers; abused Harry; Dumble bashing; Ron bashing; Het pairings �� (male/female); Non-con;
Ginny bashing; Molly and Arthur bashing; sister Hermione; �nice� Voldemort;
�nice� �� Malfoy;
Thoughts:�� ~�Blah�~
Talking:�� Blah��
Parseltongue:� .:�Blah�:.
Scene
change:�� ~*~*~*~*~*~
Mind
speak:�� <�Blah�>
Dream
scenes:�� /^/^/^/^/^/^
The Kitten
and the Killer
Chapter 1 -
Birthday Surprises
So far, for one Harry Potter, the
summer had been extremely dull. The tiny amount of pleasure brought to him from
the fact that today was his birthday was gone and the day was nearly over.
Four owls had arrived early that morning
with his snowy owl Hedwig, each carrying parcels and cards. One of them, a
bedraggled grey owl, passed out as soon as he landed on Harry�s bed. Two were
obviously school owls as they stayed perfectly still when he removed their
burdens and hooted in a dignified way before setting off. The fourth, which was
miniscule and darted about Harry�s head so rapidly that Harry had to pluck it
out of the air, was normally known as Pig.
Both Hedwig and Pig were now dozing
in the only cage, while Errol, the tattered grey owl belonging to the Weasley
family, was slumped against the side, still unconscious. The two school owls
had flown as soon as they were relieved of their burdens, which had been a
present from both Hagrid and Remus Lupin, Harry�s honorary godfather. There was
also his Hogwarts letter for sixth year, containing the usual the usual
reminder of the time for the Hogwarts Express, as well as his O. W. L. results.
The gryffindor had deliberated quite a while before unfolding the piece of
parchment, his results had been quite a shock.
O. W. L.
Results - Harry James Potter
O �� = �� Outstanding��
E �� = �� Exceeds
Expectations��
A �� = �� Acceptable
P �� = �� Poor��
D �� = �� Dreadful
T �� = �� Troll
Astronomy�� E
Care Of Magical
Creatures�� O
Charms�� O
Defence Against
the Dark Arts�� O
Divination�� A
Herbology�� O
History of Magic�� A
Potions�� O��
Transfiguration�� O
Extra Options:
Ancient Runes�� O
Arithmancy�� E
Muggle Studies�� O+
Please come to my
office before the start of term feast to discuss your options for the coming
year. Professor McGonagall.
Due to Umbridge�s enforced ban on
Quidditch, and, although Harry had the DA to think about, he had found himself
in need of a new distraction to fight the nightmares. Instead he had turned to
studying and forms of muggle exercise, such as swimming and jogging. Hermione
had been very pleased with this outcome and they had formed a much closer bond
with each other, even going as far as adopting the other as a sibling in all
but blood. The dark-haired teenager had spent so much time studying, not only
had he been able to advance in most of his ordinary classes beyond their year,
but he had also caught up on two years of the options he had not taken at the
end of third year, as well as advancing further in two of them. So much so that
he had gone to Professor McGonagall and requested to sit the exams for the
extra classes.
His other presents had been nothing
out of the ordinary, if you counted magical things as normal anyway. Remus,
Hagrid and Hermione, who Hedwig had gone to especially, had all sent him books.
�A Basic Guide to Auror Training� from Hermione, a book on rare magical
creatures from Hagrid, and a book on the animagi transformation from Remus.
A snitch autographed by the entire Bulgarian
quidditch team had come from Ron, although it was obviously given at the
request of Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker. Harry knew that Krum had been
trying to win his affections since the end of the triwizard tournament in
fourth year. He had found this out via Hermione, who had come to him before
they had parted for the summer in a state of shock. Viktor Krum had apparently
been asking questions about the gryffindor�s preferences in one of the letters
they had exchanged, leading Harry to a much needed confrontation with his
adopted sister.
Harry had been slightly perturbed by
this information, but not as much as he would have a few months earlier in the
year. He had only just come to terms with the fact that he was gay, with lots
of help from the Weasley twins who had helped him out of the land of denial and
�the closet�. He then could not wait to openly admit it to everyone and start
being himself rather than the image of the �Golden Boy� that they wanted him to
portray. Hermione was the first person he had then told and she had taken it in
stride, saying that it was quite obvious that Harry had little interest in
girls after the debacle with Cho Chang, although she was quite irritated that
she had not realised before he had told her himself. This had bolstered Harry�s
confidence but after the incident at the Ministry occurred, the death of Sirius
hit him hard enough to forget about the image change, and had him wallowing in
grief instead.
Harry sighed, thinking of Sirius
still brought a sharp pain to his heart and a prickling sensation to his eyes,
warning of tears to come, but he did not cry and he was starting to deal with
the grief. He turned his eyes back to the owls and saw Errol staring at him
blearily, reminding the boy of the packages the aging owl had carried to tire
himself out. Mrs Weasley had sent a large chocolate cake, as well as some other
snack foods, and another package had been from Ginny. She had sent him dog tag
lockets which he had considered tossing as soon as he saw the latin inscription
of love on the back. The girl had never gotten over her crush on him, and was
instead trying to act on it, and not at all subtly, she was a Gryffindor after
all. Harry assumed that her new fervour was helped by misinformation slipped to
her from Ron, who Harry did not feel was the same since the Ministry incident. ��
A sharp knock at the window brought
Harry out of his musings, and turning to the noise he spotted two new owls.
Opening it quickly, the owls hopped in. Harry moved first towards the puffed-up
tawny owl, although, as he went to remove the package, the tawny was replaced
by a very miffed-looking raven. Snickering, the gryffindor removed the raven�s
burden he knew to be from the Weasley twins, then watched the raven hop angrily
to the window ledge and fly away. Glancing at the other owl, Harry noticed that
it was just waiting patiently, so he picked up the letter attached to the
parcel from the twins.
Hail, to our
great and magnificent benefactor,��
We wish you many
happy returns yada yada yada, and now down to the good stuff. In the package we
have sent you (you should open it now by the way)are a few of our new products
that might interest you as well as some things we think you�ll need.
Intrigued, the brunet pulled the
parcel towards him and ripped it open, dumping the contents all over his bed.
Looking through everything he quickly sorted it into two piles - joke items and
normal things. He set aside the joke items and pulled the other pile towards
him.
Selecting a little square box from
the pile, he opened the lid, finding a note. He placed the box down, unfolded
the piece of parchment and started to read.
Harry - we know
Ginny sent you one of these already but considering everything we thought you
might like this - don�t worry though, it�s different enough that she won�t
think it�s the one she sent you if you wear it. F & G.
Looking back into the box, Harry saw
another set of dog tag lockets, but one was black and engraved with an emerald
green phoenix and snake intertwined, while the other was plain silver. He
quickly fastened the black locket around his neck, and a strange tingle went up
his spine. Harry checked the back of the note.
PS. We have used
felix felicis - the luck potion - in the engraving to help you out.
Studying the engraving upside down he
saw that both the snake and the phoenix had golden liquid eyes - small enough
that no one would notice unless they were looking extremely closely or knew
before hand that it was there.
Turning back to the gifts, the brunet
saw many identical bottles. After grouping them all together at the side he
picked one up to look at the label. It was a hair potion, or to be more
precise, an �any hair you desire� potion - it would change length, colour and
style, but there was only one choice per bottle. ~No wonder they sent so
many~ Harry thought.
Putting the hair potion back down his
eyes searched the pile again. Seeing one bottle left among many little red
bags, he brought it closer and saw it was a height potion, a note was attached
to it with spellotape.
Harry - we know
you don�t like being so short but as you were malnourished, we thought you
might need some assistance.
Harry glared at the note but started
to read the label anyway. ~It couldn�t hurt.~ He thought to himself.
Ever since the growth spurt at the end of his second year at Hogwarts he had
hardly grown. Even most of the girls in the year below were taller than him
now, including Ginny and Luna Lovegood.
Moving onto the little red bags, he
opened the drawstrings at the top of each and found tiny clothes inside in all,
except for one bag, which also contained a note.
We are sick of
seeing in you in those huge and tatty old clothes of Dudley�s. We bought these in
muggle London and once they resize in the morning (they�re on a timer spell) we
expect you to wear them, especially when you come and visit us.
Pulling out a miniature pair of
leather trousers, that Harry knew would hug his legs and arse as if they were
poured on, a smirk crossed his face, before putting them back in the bag with
the rest of the selection.
Finally, Harry looked back to the
original letter, leaving the joke items for perusal at a later date.
Don�t worry about
the cost. The joke stuff is hand-made by us and the clothes were technically,
in a roundabout way, bought with the money you gave us in the first place.
Business is
booming, and we hope to see the new and improved, but still delicious, you very
soon.
Fred and George.
Laying the letter to the side, Harry
moved towards the now dozing eagle owl on his desk. Gently removing the burden
so as not to wake the familiar owl, the gryffindor glanced at the parchment
envelope to see the Malfoy family seal that he knew would be there. Ripping the
seal open, Harry unfolded the letter and started to read.
Potter - I don�t
have much time until I have to go to him, and this letter has taken long
enough.
First, I needed
to talk to you before going back to Hogwarts - I know we haven�t gotten along
very well�who am I kidding, we don�t get along at all, but you are the only one
I can trust with this due to you being, well, you. I am being kept under
surveillance but I have managed to give them the slip to send you this using my
own owl, as I know they would not have followed him. I mean, who would ever
expect me to send something to you.
Anyway, the
point, I seek protection. For myself, my father, and my godfather, Severus
Snape. The Dark Lord has abandoned my father to the hell that is Azkaban, and
he does not trust my godfather.
The plans, with
regards to me, are particularly vulgar and disturbing. I am apparently meant to
become his sodomite, in other words, his whore. I was informed of this by my
dear aunt, the clinically insane bitch known as Bellatrix Lestrange, who seemed
delighted at the news. This knowledge came swiftly after I learned of the death
of my mother after she spoke up on my father�s behalf.
This is a plan,
obviously, that I do not want to come to pass, just to make sure you know that
I am doing this for completely selfish reasons as well. If I do not return to
Hogwarts in September it is because I am dead or imprisoned, probably due to
the discovery of this plea. I am taking a great risk in doing this - I am no
coward.
If you wish to discuss
this further once at Hogwarts, use these code words on the train when I come to
your compartment for the usual exchange of unpleasantries. The code words are
terrorise and game. You should not have to think that hard to use them in a
sentence.
I thank you now,
in advance or unnecessarily, for all you can or will try to do, and I hope that
we can work through some, if not all, of the issues driving our mutual dislike
of each other.
Sincerely, Draco
Malfoy.
P.S. Happy
Birthday and good luck.
�Good luck with what?� Harry muttered
grumpily, a frown creasing his brow. �Until that last part I had only thought
he was being �Malfoy�, now I know he�s cracked in the head.�
Looking at his alarm clock, Harry
sighed, he had only half an hour left of his birthday. Yawning, he put
everything in a pillowcase he kept under the loose floorboard below the bed,
and placed his glasses on the bedside table.
Harry crawled into bed, stretched,
then curled up, his knees near his chest, and tugged the thin blanket up and to
his shoulders. Sliding into a half-asleep state, Harry cleared his mind, using
occlumency to protect his mind from intrusions, as he had done everyday this
holiday, before drifting into a dreamless sleep.
Harry woke to find himself lying
straight out and rigid, as if he had been petrified. He turned his head to look
at the clock, or at least he tried to, his head, nor any other part of his body
would move, except his face. This left him able to scowl but not much else.
After what felt like a couple of minutes
later, Harry started to shake. He frowned but the shaking steadily increased,
even though there was no apparent cause. The brunet closed his eyes, willing
the shaking to stop, and it surprisingly did, much to Harry�s shock and
immediate regret as instead, an immense pain spread through every inch of his
body.
Harry whimpered as the pain increased
just as the shaking had done. Soon Harry was screaming in agony worse than that
caused by the cruciatus curse, and objects started exploding around him.��

~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Far away, in an old manor house, a
tall, crimson-eyed man gripped both sides of his head and howled in pain.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back in the smallest bedroom of 4
Privet Drive, the door burst open as the Dursleys� poured inside. Vernon and
Dudley getting wedged in the small doorway for a while due to their immense
bulk.
An expression of pure shock was on
their features as they looked up at Harry. �Why are they looking up at me?�
Harry thought, confusion temporarily numbing the pain. Concentrating, Harry
found that he could not feel the lumpy mattress underneath him, or anything
else for that matter, shock set in when he realised he was hovering in midair.
Fear started to grow inside him, blocking out both the pain and shock.
He was sure someone had just tried to
murder him once again as a large burst of green light surrounded him and shot
in all directions, the colour reminiscent of the Avada Kedavra curse; something
that had haunted both his dreams and nightmares for as long as he could
remember.
A large shudder ripped through him
and the pain vanished along with the green light. He felt himself gently drift
back to the bed, the broken mattress springs digging once more into the backs
of legs, not that he minded. Harry lifted a hand and peered at it, he did not
look any different so why did he feel so strange, so unlike himself.
He turned his head to look at the
clock, inwardly ecstatic at having control over his movements once more. It had
just past midnight by a few seconds. Harry pushed himself up and heard a gasp
from the other side of the room. Turning slightly, the dark-haired teenager
spotted the Dursleys�, the three were huddled together and staring at him
through wide, terrified eyes. He scowled at them.
Standing up, Harry stumbled, the move
forcing him back onto the bed. �Since when have I been so heavy?� he furrowed
his eyebrows and tried to stand again, but this time he leant forward before
straightening, feeling a strange but comfortable weight pulling at his
shoulders.
Once upright, Harry went through the
process of flexing his muscles, mainly to check for residual pain and stiffness
from the weird experience. He started with arms and moved onto the legs, then
the back, the wings��Harry froze. Reaching behind himself, his fingertips met with
large silky, soft feathers.
Harry stepped slowly towards his
full-length mirror on the wardrobe door, closing his eyes as he did so, and
took a deep breath as he stopped in front of it. Opening his eyes he gazed in
shock at his reflection. His eyes moving from the huge black wings, the same
colour as his hair, erupting from his shoulder blades; to the twitching
black-furred cat ears on the top of his head; and then to his bright green
eyes, free from glasses and still able to see, with a pupil that resembled a
cats-eye, a wide vertical slit allowing as much light in as possible for him to
be able to see perfectly in the darkened room.
Steadying himself against the
wardrobe, Harry stared into the mirror and willed everything to go away, and
the wings did, they completely vanished in an instant. Harry�s mouth formed a
small �o� but no sound came out. Next he willed the wings to return, and then
they were there - big, black and feathery, although they came with a slight
whoosh noise as they unfurled from his shoulder blades. Harry smirked, this was
going to be cool.
After vanishing the wings for a
second time, he turned around to see his back in the mirror. There he could see
two wing tattoos, his eyes followed the intricate pattern from where it erupted
at the base of his shoulder blades and finishing just below the waistband of
his pyjama bottoms, where he froze once more as he spotted the tail poking out
from under his waistband and swishing from side to side. Concentrating slightly
on it he found he could move it independently and curled it around his stomach.
Harry stroked the soft black fur at the tip of the tail as it twitched against
his chest.
Harry suddenly yawned. Not feeling at
all bothered by his new cat features, strangely he felt that he should have had
them for the last fifteen years, Harry strode to his door and slammed it in the
Dursleys� faces, all of whom were backed up against the hallway in fear.
Harry walked to his bed and lay back
down, his brow creased in confusion once more.
�What am I?� Harry whispered to
himself, curling up into a ball before unconsciousness claimed him back into
its arms, his ears twitching at every sound and his tail wrapping protectively
around his waist.
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