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Chariot	By : SAZ00 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry Potter had always liked cats. They were cute and fuzzy, who couldn't like them? Well he didn't really think Voldemort much cared for them, but what did old snake face know anyway. Personally Harry thought that maybe if Voldemort had a kitten to cuddle when he was younger he wouldn't be nearly as nasty as he was. How could you be nasty if you were cuddling kittens? On second thought the idea of Voldemort cuddling kittens was enough to make him shudder. The point was he liked cats, but that in no way, shape or form meant he wanted to look like one. Which is why on the morning of July 31st, sixteen year old Harold James Potter could be found in the upper bathroom of the Dursley residence at number four Privet Drive Surrey, England, screaming his lungs out.

Lets backtrack shall we to the night of July 30th at 11:47, our dear Harold James Potter could be found sitting on his bed trying (unsuccessfully) to finish his summer homework. His excitement was palpable, for in exactly thirteen minutes it would be his sixteenth birthday. The benefits and drawbacks of using crushed rose hips over chopped in a cheering draught just did not compare to a boys sixteenth birthday. Who wanted to work on potions over the summer anyway..."greasy git" mumbled our little brunet (in a rather dilapidated house,all the way over in Little Hangleton standing in front of snake face himself a hook nosed man sneezed; and then spent the next ten minutes apologizing and trying to find out how it was all Harry Potters fault). It was now 11:54 and Harry had given up on getting anymore work done that night and was intently watching the clock. His big, bright green eyes were shinning and he was imagining just what gifts his friends would be sending him. From Hermione a book, (as if it would be anything else) Hagrid would send him some type of treat, the twins would send him some of their new products, and the rest of his friends would send other various gifts. At 11:58 his head and lower back were beginning to itch, at 11:59 his nails and gums began to ache, and at 12:00 July 31st little Harry's world erupted in a bright white light and that was all he knew.

Which leads us right back to where we started, with our dear Harry screaming his lungs out. For, the night before when he was brushing his teeth in the very same bathroom, his reflection was monumentally different. Before Harry had been short...well that hadn't changed at all...his black hair had been its usual unruly self, and his eyes had been bright green and to him a little girly looking. All-in-all our harry had been cute if a little feminine, a fact that always caused him to grumble that he was in fact NOT feminine in the least and glare which did nothing more than up his cuteness factor. His hair was still unruly but now it was even worse, and it now held a lustrous shine that it had never had before, and his eyes were still a bright green but now they were even brighter; and bigger; and more girly looking. All this he could handle, he didn't necessarily like it but he could live with it. No, what had our savior doing his best imitation of a banshee were the two triangular black ears mixed in his unruly hair, the elongated canines and claw like nails on his hands, and the swishing...yes swishing tail sticking out over the top of his oversized pajama bottoms.

Now Harry had seen a lot in the years since his eleventh birthday and subsequent introduction to the wizardry world, and he had taken that with an understanding that was admirable. What with talking and moving portraits; flying broomsticks; cerberus'; men with faces in the back of their heads (that one still gave him nightmares); GIANT snakes; really really big! spiders; dragons; merpeople; and even werewolves ( one just happened to be his honorary godfather thank you very much) it was best to just take things in stride. But none of that could explain why he looked like a bloody cat! Just like that and all that admirable understanding flew right out the window.

"BOY WHAT IS ALL THE RACKET?!"

Oh joy, his Uncle was up. Now Harry was as mentioned very understanding, so there were very few things and/or people he didn't like, Voldemort, Wormtail, and artificial strawberry were some, another were his relatives, and first of those was his Uncle Vernon Dursley. Vernon Dursley looked like a walrus, he was an overweight; blond haired; blue eyed; double chinned walrus, or at least that's what Harry saw. For as much as Harry didn't like Vernon Dursley, Vernon disliked Harry even more. Looking up Harry found himself staring in to the stunned blue eyes of his Uncle, who was standing in the doorway doing a remarkably good rendition of a gold fish out of water.

"...er..." What exactly do you say to your despised uncle about you waking up looking like a bloody cat anyway. Harry didn't think ...er... was going to cut it, he was right.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS BOY, WHAT FREAKISHNESS HAVE YOU BEEN DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"

His Uncle was turning purple now, and Harry was wondering if maybe he shouldn't have given up divinations after all. Heaving a sigh Harry thought of how he was going to explain this to Uncle Vernon, especially since he didn't know what was going on himself. Harry opted for the truth. "I don't know Uncle Vernon, I was like this when I woke up."

By then his Uncle had started to hyperventilate and Harry was hop...er...worrying, yes that's right, worrying that his Uncle was having a heart attack. Fortunately ::cough:: his Uncle took a few deep breathes and seemed to calm himself down. "I don't know what you did boy, but you had better fix it. I will not have your freakishness contaminating my home. Fix it or get out." Hissed the walrus as he stomped out of the bathroom leaving Harry boy-who-lived-to-be-a-cat alone to figure out how he was suppose to go about fixing it when he had no clue as to how it came to be in the first place.
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