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Behind Green Eyes	By : Jessica86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in that universe. And I do not make any money of the story. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and it's all her money.

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AN: Second chapter already. I'm on a roll. But don't get too used to daily updates - now the weekend's over and back to reality. But I'll try to update as often as possible.

Thank you all who reviewed on my last chapter. I hope you'll like this one as well

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Harry felt his body connect with they pavement as Petunia dropped him outside of the house's premises. He looked up at her and saw the disgust in her face as she slowly backed away from him. He tried to get up and follow her - but his body didn't agree with him. He was desperate. His mind screaming at him to make her listen.

Aunt Petunia! It's me - Harry. Something has happened. You have to help me. Please! You have to believe me.

He tried to scream it but all that left his mouth was a more or less pathetic meowing.

Petunia looked down on him and he could see the disgust in her face. If he'd known how much she hated cats he would have got one a long time ago.

"Leave you scrawny beast. You have nothing to get here. Shoo!"

She took a threatening step closer and Harry couldn't help but to back away from her. She turned her back at him and left him laying all alone on pavement looking after her. He didn't know what had happened and he didn't know how to make his aunt understand that it was him. He wanted to cry - this was all so confusing.

He sniffed the air and felt himself overwhelmed with all the scents. He'd never thought that there existed so many nuances of smells. And then he got aware of the noise. So many different sounds from every direction. He felt his ear twitch in every direction trying to find the source of every sound. He could hear cars from streets away; children laughing; people chatting; dogs barking; cats mewling. Everything made it's way to him and made his head hurt. He let out a wail of despair.

He pulled his legs in close to him and curled up in a black ball on the summer warm pavement. His tail found it's way to his face and he pulled in under his chin. He sighed. He had to figure out what to do. But to that he first had to figure out what had happened. He closed his eyes and tried to think.

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The night before had been a terrible night. His uncle had had a horrible day and took it out over Harry. Nothing physical since the threat from Harry's freaky friends still hung over him. But he used words to push Harry's buttons. And when Harry finally reacted he was sent to bed without food.

Harry'd been alone on his room since Hedwig was out hunting. He lay on the bed and looked up in to the ceiling. Tomorrow would be his birthday and he hoped that someone would come along and save him from his relatives. They always seemed to come for him around his birthday. So he could only hope that would be the case this year as well since he didn't know for how much longer he could stands his supposed family.

He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew he was woken up by a gentle tap on the window. He looked over and saw Hedwig sitting there with a letter in her beak. He smiled and opened the window for her. And along with her came four other owls - one of which he recognized as Ron's fluff ball Pig. The others came from Hermione, Mr and Mrs Weasly, Hagrid and Fred and George. And Hedwig carried a letter and present from Remus. All of them wishing Harry a happy birthday. He smiled. So many presents - but none of them had sent him something to eat. His stomach growled and he moaned. Not that he wasn't used to go without food - but he was still hungry.

After delivering all the gifts the owls left again - including Hedwig who apparently wasn't done hunting. He looked through his gifts. Books from Hermione and Remus; clothes from Mr and Mrs Weasley; a bag to go with last years purse from Hagrid; and, of course joke articles from the twins.

He'd started flicking through one of the books he'd got, but soon he started to feel drowsy. The book was put under the bed along with all the other presents and he went back to bed. He pulled the duvet over is head and drifted off, back to the lands of dreams.

And the next thing he knew he woke up on the floor.

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Pulled out of his own thoughts Harry opened his eyes once more. He wished he could remember more. But he can't even remember the title of the book he was looking in before sleep - not even what it was about. He sighed. He needed to get in touch with someone who could help him; someone who always knew - he needed Dumbledore.

He heard a cat meow and suddenly he realized where he could get hold of Dumbledore. There was one person living on this street that was in contact with the headmaster on a regular basis. Harry only needed to go over there and he would get the help he needed.

He uncurled himself and was determent to get his legs to cooperate with him. He stretched every muscle and slowly placed his paws on the pavement. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed upwards. Slowly - not to distract himself - he rose over the ground. He felt his legs shake, but so far he didn't loose balance. And soon he was standing. He swayed a bit but managed to stay upright. The tail was batting around his hind legs and it was a strange feeling - but not totally uncomfortable. He took a few trying steps and tried to coordinate all the legs to move him forwards. It seemed that it was easier than he first had thought.

Slowly he made his way down the road, careful not to walk too fast and not to trip on his legs. He realized that everything looked different from this angle. And even more so with his new sense of sight. His sight was clearer now that it had ever been - even with glasses on. But even though he was curious about everything around him he realized that he was scared - everything was so much bigger than he was. It was bigger than he ever imagined it could be.

A car drove past in high speed and scared him half to death. Had he been walking just a bit faster the car would have hit him. He swallowed hard. The world was a dangerous place for a cat - especially one that wasn't used to being a cat. in his opinion he couldn't get to his destination fast enough.

A short while later he was gazing up on the house he'd always loathed growing up - maybe not as much as his own, but it was a close second. The door was closed and in the windows next to it he saw two cats sitting and looking out. He was pretty sure that they were looking at him. He met their eyes and felt their stare. Quickly he looked away - not wanting to agitate them.

He walked over to the door and realized that he had no idea on how to reach the door bell. It was to high up and he had no desire to try and jump that high when he still struggled with normal walking. He sat down on the step for a moment trying to figure out what to do. He knew that there would be no point in knocking at the door since he was much too small to make enough noise for someone to even hear it. He sighed. Perhaps he should just wait until the door was opened and hope it wouldn't take all day.

He was just about to lay down and wait when he heard a familiar voice from the back of the house. He felt like laughing as he realized that she was outside. He quickly got up and tried to run around back - try being the key word. In the excitement he forgot about his newly acquired legs and ended up with his face in the grass as he tripped on one of his paws. He cursed in his head as he slowly got up and forced himself to calmly walk to the back of the house instead.

On the other side of the house he found Mrs Figg on her knees in one of the flower beds surrounding her patio. He almost wanted to cry at the sight of her. Now he would get some help.

Mrs Figg. he tried to say. But all that left him was a short "Meow".

Mrs Figg looked up from what she was doing and looked down at Harry. He tried to smile at her but didn't know how a cat's smile looked like, so he had a feeling it wasn't much of a smile.

"Why hello kitty," she said in that same high pitched voice she always used while talking to her cats. "And who are you gorgeous?"

It's me - Harry. You have to help me. I have no idea what happened last night and now I'm looking like this. My aunt threw me out and I have to speak with Dumbledore. Please, you have to help me.

Harry ranted on for a while before he realized that she didn't understand him. She looked at him with a smile and he got aware of that all he could hear from himself was a long row off different meows. He fell silent an sat down on the grass.

"Aren't you quite the talker beautiful," she smiled and held out her hand to him.

He could smell the earth on her fingers mixed with that could only be fish. And once more he got reminded that he hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. He let out a wailing sound that made Mrs Figg look at him with sadness.

"Are you hungry my dear?" she asked and pulled back her hand.

Harry looked up at her with surprise. Had she understood him? Maybe there was hope still. He got up from the grass and walked up to her. He butted his head against her hand and said yes. She smiled down at him before slowly beginning to stroke his back. It felt wonderful.

"I'm sorry dear, but I can't take you in. I don't think that the others would like it very much. And besides, a cute thing like you must have a home somewhere. But tell you what," she said and leaned closer to him. "I'll give you something to eat before you continue on your adventures."

She got up from the ground and in to the house. Harry looked after her and wondered what would happen. She had talked about food, so she must have understood what he wanted. If he only could get her to understand that it was him - Harry - and not just some random black cat.

This train of thoughts were soon interrupted when the wonderful smell of fish found him. He closed his eyes and automatically walked over to her. He heard her put down a tray and when he opened his eyes he was looking down at the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen: a plate full of cooked fish. Normally he wasn't a fish person, but at this moment all he could think about was food. Before he could think much more he started to eat.

As the first taste of the fish exploded in his mouth he caught himself off guard and jumped high when he started to purr. Immediately he stopped and looked around. But there was no other cat present, so it must have been himself. He heard Mrs Figg chuckle beside him and realized that it must have looked pretty ridicules. He shrugged and started to eat once more. And yet again he started to purr. But this time he wasn't surprised by it.

Soon the plate was empty and he sat down licking his mouth. It had been one of the best meals he'd had in a long time. He looked up at Mrs Figg that was sitting in a chair beside him.

Thank you, he said and heard the "meow" that escaped him.

"You're welcome dear," she smiled back at him.

Did you just understand me? Do you know what I'm saying to you. Please, tell me that you do. I need your help. I'm desperate.

"My my, you are a talker," she chuckled. "You better run along now kitty, cause I don't think that my own darlings will tolerate you here much longer."

At those words Harry looked towards the door that was open. In the door way sat four cats in different colours and looked at him. He could tell that they were not pleased by having him there but since he'd been so hungry they'd let him stay. And now their patience was running thin. Harry quickly cast his eyes downwards and licked a bit off fish from his paw.

He sighed. He knew that Mrs Figg wouldn't be able to help him. It wasn't his words she understood - it was his actions. He looked up at her with pleading eyes and tried for the last time to get her to see that it was him. But no such luck. She smiled at him and he knew that all he could do was leave.

So he got up and started walking towards the street again. This was a set back, but he could handle it. If he couldn't get help from Mrs Figg he would have to find another way to contact Dumbledore. And the only other way he could think of was to get to the wizarding world. And the closest place he knew of was Diagon Alley. So he left Privet Drive behind him and started his journey towards London.

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