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With unnatural grace the cat-child begins to paw about the remains of the fuzzy egg. Severus Snape finds himself distracted from his tirade by that damnable curiosity, which seems to be his downfall today. Black eyes narrowed, he observes the living present�s methodical movements. Suddenly he emits a delighted and and bends down to pick something up with his teeth. The something proves to be a rather large leather-bound book. The cat-boy carries it by a black ribbon attached to its spine.
The gentle sway of slender hips is distracting as well the man discovers to his annoyed chagrin as the cat-boy crawls towards him on hands and feet. He frowns. A normal human would have made such an action stilted and awkward. This �GEE Toy�� seems quite at ease with this mode of travel. In fact, it comes to him in a disturbingly innate fashion.
The potions master�s saving grace, as the cat-child stops at his feet, is that BioSorce had the good sense to clothe the creature. Loose white shorts and vest maintain the modesty of the unsettling cute cat-boy. The man has no clue as to what he would have done if he had discovered his present nude. No doubt his course of action would include a scathing letter declaiming the perversity of a certain headmaster. Of course, such a letter seems to still be an option.
The creature mews plaintively and releases the book to drop to the floor�thankfully missing his foot by inches. He looks at the book and then back at the cat-child.
�What?�
�Mrrr.�
�Excuse me?�
�Mrrr!�
The conversation continues on this vein for an exasperating moment longer before Severus throws up his hands in frustration. With a decidedly inhuman snarl he bends down, hears his spine pop annoyingly, and retrieves the book. Slit-pupil, bottle-green eyes glow with delight and approval. A gla glare does not seem to have any effect upon the damned thing.
�Limited Edition Harry-Cat,� is emblazoned across the white cover in black ink. In smaller writing below the title the book declares that it is a complete and comprehensive�thank the gods for small favors�guide for taking care�that does not cheer him up in the slightest�of the �Harry-cat�.
He looks at the cat-boy. He looks back at the cover. He repeats the motions in a haze of incredulity. The creature remains unperturbed by his owner�s bafflement. He seems more interesting in playing with the hem of Severus� sweeping black robes.
�Your name is Harry-cat?� the man demands.
�Mrrr.�
�Is that a yes?�
�Mrrr,� the cat-boy replies with an ingenuous smile. Severus takes this to mean �yes�. He is tempted to ram his head against the nearest hard surface, the foyer having several choice spots, as it were. However, that damned self-preservation instinct kicks in and he thinks better of such a decision. Besides, the migraine and stomach ulcer are nicely taking care of all his pain requirements. Adding any more would simply be superfluous.
�Come on,� he snarls and stalks out of the foyer in the direction of his private study. He is about to compose two letters brimming with vitriolic rage, and then read dam damned book. He is not willing to remain in ignorance in regards to his �present�. Perhaps between the furious penning and irritated reading, he will come across a truly ingenious revenge upon Albus. Of course he would never dare perpetrate such a thing, but these plans keep him from strangling the old coot on sight.
So sunk in his wrathful thoughts, he never notices that Harry-cat seems to possess an inquisitiveness comparable to his own. He does notice, however, when a loud, crystal crash echoes throughout the manner. He whirls around to find the cat-boy looking at the shattered remains of his late grandmother�s glass manticore collection.
�You�!�
Before he can hex the insufferable creature into the darkest pits of hell, Harry-cat hurls himself at Severus and clings to his legs like the world is ending. White tail lashing in agitation, the creature mewls earnest platitudes. The man is stunned. He has not experienced the sensation of another�s touch for many years. Now it appears that the cat-child is unknowingly determined to make up the lack. He has forgotten that the body of another could be so warm�
�Let go of me,� Severus growls when his shock dissipates somewhat. He is not a man who lets others manhandle him, no matter how plnt�dnt�did he just admit to that?�such handling proves to be. The thin arms wrap more securely about his knees. He prods the dark head roughly. �I�m not going to kill you.� Yet, he adds silently.
�Mrrr?� Tearfulen een eyes peer up at him beneath delicate fans of sooty black lashes. Harry-cat�s ears seem to twitch towards the destruction of glass. The dainty bells on his tail tinkle with every distressed jerk.
With a haggard sigh Severus pulls he wand out and casts a repair spell. The destruction reverses in slow motion and soon twelve glittering glass manticores growl threateningly on top of their oak end table.
�Prrr!� Suddenly he finds himself bereft of the discotingtingly pleasant warmth when the cat-boy scurries back over to the scene of the accident. Purring in amazement, Harry-cat teases the newly restored figurines while Severus determinedly uses a well-honed system of denial to justify his discomfiting reaction to the creature�s�embrace?
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The study of Severus Snape proves to be a far more dangerous place for Harry-cat. Already the potions master has had to extricate the pale creature from several accidents. Firstly, Harry-cat decided to investigate the contents of the man�s jar of floo powder. Moments later Severus found himself needing to cast a cleaning spell upon a cat-boy covered in light green dust, which he seemed to think was edible for some unaccountable reason. Secondly, the menace took it upon himself$to thoroughly examine Severus� desk. Before the increasingly exasperated man could stop him, Harry-cat managed to upset a bottle of perm-ink, which not only spread across the man�s desk, but also took a liking to Harry-cat. All of this was very much to the poor potions master�s continued aggravation.
In an act of desperation and in the interest of preserving the rest of his study, Severus cast a binding spell on the determinedly inquisitive creature.
From his position on the floor, Harry-cat voices his displeasure loudly. Severus resolutely ignores the plaintive meows and pens an angry epistle to Albus.

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�Meow.�
The quill moves across the parchment in angry strokes.
�Meow!�
The potions master blows the ink ds hes he finishes the first page of his seething outrage.
�Me-ow!�
A dark glow of satisfaction fills the man as he works upon his masterpiece of anger. Albus will not know what hit him after he reads this. Severus is sure of this. That man has finally crossed a line that the potions master cannot forgive, and his displeasure shall be known. Even as he writes, the migraine and ulcer settle down to await the next bout of stress. Knowing the potions master, the next bout will occur in approximately two minutes.
Harry-cat emits a grumbling roar. Severus� head jerks up in time to watch the magical bindings fall to glitter about the irate cat-boy. Bottle-green irises drown in the ink of the expanding pupils. Before Severus can extract his wand from the voluminous folds of his robe, the cat-boy launches himself at the man.
Expecting to feel razor sharp canines ripping into the tender flesh of his throat, he is shocked into immobility to find the cat-boy plastered against him. Slim limbs work their way around him to facilitate the clinging. Within seconds of the �attack� Harry-cat is purring happily and nuzzling against the potions master�s strained neck.
�Get off.�
�Prrr.�
�Now!�
�Prrr!�
Every attempt to disentangle Harry-cat meets with failure and only serves to make the boy press more firmly against Severus. And having a lapful of warm, purring cat-boy elicits the most disconcerting sensations. Again, the potions master�s legendary denial ability kicks in before his conscious mind can interpret the tingle skittering up his spine.
Resignation once again descends upon the hapless man. He has a stomach-churning feeling that he will soon be making good friends with that particular emotion where Albus� present is concerned.
With some difficulty Severus returns to his letter. Much to his chagre fie finds himself unable to maintain the same level of indignant hostility. Really, who would be able to with a lapful of Harry-cat? The end result of the epistle is dissatisfying, to say the least. The second one proves to be short and sarcastic�and not even properly sarcastic. Feeling decidedly put out, the man wrestles the all-too comfortable cat-boy from his lap. One would think he was part limpet, honestly.
�Mrrr,� Harry-cat protests after the man deposits him upon the floor. He moves to return to his former position, but Severus stops him with a dark glare�perfected over a course of twenty five years. This glare is so potent it has been known to send a seventh year Ravenclaw into fits of hysteric tears. It appears that it is the only glare Harry-cat will respect. He files this information away for further use. He has precious few weapons to use against the inquisitive creature.
�I think not. You are going to stay there and you are not going to move an inch.�
�Mrrr.� The cat-boy pouts, tail lashing. The silver bells jingle delicately. Severus quickly puts his seal upon each document. He turns to Harry-cat and quickly casts the most intricate series of binding and sleep spells he knows. It might be overkill, but he doesn�t particularly care. The thing is a menace!
Satisfied that the little hon won will not be wreaking havoc upon his formerly ordered life, the potions masters heads to his personal aviary. Unlike most wizards, he has not limited himself to the use of only owls. He has several species of predatory birds housed there, falcons, hawks and ravens among the number. The equation of cat-boy and raptors is not something he is willing to solve.
Glancing back at the peacefully slumbering boy and watching the small twis ofs of ears and tail, Severus takes his leave of the room with letters in hand.

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