Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

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.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
AN: Hello again. It's been a while now since I published last. Sorry about that. But unfortunately life got in the way. Well, life and a tiny writers block.

I do hope that you'll like the chapter, and I promise that it won't take as long for the next one to come out.

So enjoy.

***

Harry sat in a small alley way and tried to get some old chewing gum out of his fur. He heard the bus drive off and sighed. The steady flow of people on the pavement was slowly disappearing. He looked around and realised that it must me late. The sun was low on the sky and the streets were emptying themselves. He suppressed a yawn and went back to the task of cleaning his paw.

The day had been long and stressful for him. Harry had never realized just how big the world was and how difficult it could be to be so small. Everything around him seemed to be dangerous and after almost getting run over on five occasions and chased by some dogs he figured out that he couldn't just walk to London. That, and the fact that he still had some troubles coordinating his four legs, made him come to the conclusion that perhaps he should take the bus instead. But with no money, clothes or even a human body it would be difficult. Not wanting that to kill his spirit he made his way to the closest bus stop. He sat down on the grass and waited. Soon people gathered and did the same. So when the bus came Harry kept close to the people and managed to sneak on board without getting seen. He quickly made his way to the back of the bus and hid under one of the seats. He knew that he would never be able to stand on the floor while the bus moved, so he – reluctantly – lay down on the floor. As the bus started to move he could feel the vibrations multiplying throughout his body and he tried to make himself as small as possible to avoid being seen.

It didn't take long before he started to feel sick from the movements and lack of vision of the environment. That – and all the smells and dirt and voices – made him all queasy. He knew that this bus would not take him all the way to London and he prayed to anyone who could understand him that the other ones would be cleaner and quieter.

Hours – and five different buses – later Harry was finally in London. He was almost kicked off of the bus by a driver who'd seen him hiding underneath a seat – a driver that didn't like cats. She had grabbed Harry by the scruff and hauled him out of the vehicle before the passengers could get off. Harry had been hauled almost all the way in to an alleyway and had landed on some old chewing gum.

Harry shuddered. Finally that sticky substance was out of his fur and he hoped that he would never get any more stuck there any time soon. He yawned and looked up at the sky. He had no idea what time it was – only that it was getting late and that he had to hurry to find some help.

He looked around and almost jumped with joy as he recognised where he was. Only a few blocks from where he sat he knew that he could find The Leaky Cauldron. And when he found his way there he would find wizards and witches that perhaps could help him.

He struggled to his feet and calmly walked down the street. Even though he'd been a cat all day he still hadn't really figured out how to work his legs to cooperate with him. As long as he relaxed and concentrated on what he was doing he had no troubles getting anywhere. But as soon as he got stressed or scared or walked to fast he stumbled on his legs and fell. When the dogs had chased him earlier that day he'd thought that they would catch him and have him for dinner. But luckily for him the dog's owner had caught them before they could catch him.

After a while Harry could see the sign that all muggles just walked by without even noticing. The faded cauldron that appeared on the wooden sign made Harry's heart ache. For him it was a symbol for home in just the same way as Hogwarts. The pub was the connection between the muggle world where he grew up and was a nobody and the wizarding world where he belonged and was somebody. And right now he needed to get back to where he was somebody so that anyone could help him back to his human body.

He yawned and sat down outside the door. He realized that there was no way for him to actually open the door in the state that he was in. So he had to be patient.

People walked past him and didn't even spare him a look. They were all heading home after a day at work or whatever they had been doing. Harry studied them with half-hearted interest. Everyone too busy to care about each other. He could hear some of them muttering as they walked by – silently swearing if they bumped into someone else. Harry gave a snort. The mixed smells from everyone's perfumes and after shaves made his nose itch and were threatening to give him a headache. His ears moved on his head in the direction of every sound he heard and he hoped that he soon would hear something that would actually help him get through the door.

Then he heard it. In the distance he heard two voices.

“I can't believe we have to walk all the way. There's muggles everywhere. Couldn't we just have used the floo?” one of the voices said and Harry could hear a distinct whining in the tone.

“Keep your voice down git. You know my house isn't connected. And besides, we're almost there.”

Harry's heart jumped in his chest. He didn't know the voices, but there was no mistake that they were wizards. And they were most certainly on their way to the Leaky Cauldron. He jumped to his feet and stood ready.

And sure enough – soon he could see two boys (probably teenagers) making their way towards the pub door. Both were dressed like muggles – but Harry had a feeling that only one of them were actually used to it. The other one looked much too uncomfortable to be used to wearing it.

“Finally,” one of the boys said as they came up to the door.

“Shut up Dan,” the other one sneered – but Harry could hear the underlying laugh in the words as well.

Dan stuck out his tongue and opened the door without the people walking past noticing anything. Harry smiled and sneaked in before any of the boys could notice him.

Inside the pub Harry felt the distinct scent of butterbeer. Oh how he would like to have one. But he had a pretty good feeling telling him that there was no way that he would get one. He sneaked through the shadows, close to the wall, in hope that no one would see him until he decided to let them.

The pub was fairly empty. Dan and his friend had run up the stairs and disappeared into some room. In the pub itself Harry could only see an old witch sit by a table drinking something steaming. Though Harry had a feeling that it was neither coffee nor tea. And as Harry didn't recognize her he decided to see if he could find Tom anywhere.

Harry left the shadows and walked out on the floor. His ears twitched and he heard someone sweep the floor at the other end of the bar. He hurried there and saw Tom clean up something that looked like a broken plant pot.

Tom! Harry said as loud as he could.

Tom stopped sweeping the floor and turned around. He looked down and met Harry's eyes.

“Sorry cat,” he said and got up. “I don't serve animals here. If you want something to drink you'll have to come back in your human form.”

But I can't, Harry wailed. If I could I wouldn't be here!

“Sorry cat. It's all there,” Tom said and pointed to a sign on the wall right next to the counter.

Two legs or no eggs – service only to those in human form

Harry looked sceptically at the sign. Why would a bar even need a sign like that?

Please Tom, I need your help, Harry tried again.

But Tom just pointed at the sign and went back to his sweeping.

Harry sighed. It was obvious that he would get no help here. So what should he do now? He sat down on the floor for a moment and tried to gather his thoughts. He had made it this far. A whole day on the road and he'd made it from the unnaturally magic-free Privet Drive all the way to the only wizard pub in London. He was just a stone’s throw from Diagon Alley. And there he could find other wizards and witches. He needed to get into the alley.

He left the floor without another word to Tom and found his way to the back door – the same door that Hagrid had brought him through that day in August five years ago. He saw the stonewall and his heart skipped a beat. He let out a cry of joy – he was almost there. But then it hit him: how should he get through? He had no wand so there was no way that he could press the right stone that would open the door way through to the alley.

He swore and looked around. What should he do? He saw some trash cans standing by the wall – and some boxes and barrels on top of them. He followed them with his eyes and thought hard. They led almost all the way up to the top of the wall. With some concentration and skills he might be able to climb all the way to the top.

He looked around once more and realised that if he didn't want to sit by the wall until someone had business to the alley he would have to do something by himself.

He looked up and tried to find the best path. The first step would to get on top of the box closest to the bins. From there he would be able to get to the bin and then there was a barrel just a bit higher. Then it would just be another two boxes before he would be at the top. He could do it.

His heart sped up in excitement of the task before him. It would be easy, he thought to himself. Of course he could do it.

He walked up to the first box and swallowed hard – it was higher than he thought. Under normal circumstances he would have no trouble with climbing these obstacles. But now he was much smaller than normal and couldn't reach as high.

He pushed all thoughts of doubt aside and looked at the box. It was an obstacle – one that he would overcome. He was a cat now – no matter how wrong that sounded and felt – and if there was one thing he knew about cats was that they were good at jumping can climbing. And hopefully his own natural agility would help.

Sitting down his tail started to wag as he tried to calculate the jump. His ears twitched as he made himself ready. Without thinking too hard he pictured himself on top of the box – visualizing it in hopes of it helping him. He felt the tail wag faster as he lay down close to the ground to get the power he needed for his jump. A deep breath. Then another. His back claws dug into the ground and he focused all of his energy to his hind legs. He pushed away from the ground and within seconds he flew through the air towards the top of the first box. He smiled as his success, but it soon changed. As the box came closer he realized that he’d made a crucial mistake – there weren’t enough power in his jump. The box came closer, but he was too low to be able to land safely on top of it. Panic washed through him and he brought forward his front legs and took the claws out in hope that he would be able to get hold of the hop of the box and pull himself up on top of it.

The whole jump lasted for only a few seconds – but for Harry it felt like forever. He felt his claws connect with the board on top of the box while the rest of his body slammed into the side of it. All air was hit out of him but still he managed to hold on. His front legs trembled with the effort of keeping him in place as slowly managed to pull himself up.

When he safely had all four paws on the box he sat down and calmed down his breaths. He looked down and smiled – the first obstacle was done. He was now four foot closer to the top of the wall. And as he looked up again he could see that none of the other barrels and boxes demanded such a high jump again. His smile widened – this would be easy.

About half an hour later Harry finally sat on top of the stone wall. He was panting heavily trying to catch his breath. Jumping from box to barrel on the way up had been harder than he thought. More than one time he’d misjudged the distance and simply slammed into the hard surface. How cats could look so graceful when jumping like that was beyond him. But he’d done it – he was on top of the wall and on the other side was the wizarding world. He turned around and looked at it. It was darker outside now than it had been when he’d first entered The Leaky Cauldron. There were some people walking along the street in the alley and he would soon join them.

He looked down to find the easiest way to get there. But what he saw made his heart skip a beat – there was nothing on the other side to dampen his fall. The only thing he could do was jump right down to the ground and hope for the best.

He swallowed hard and looked back to the pub behind him. Perhaps he should jump back down that side and wait at the pub until someone was going to enter the alley. That way he could just walk in next to them.

That thought almost made him want to hit himself. He would not go back. Not when he was this close. He looked down again. Sure, it was a long way down for someone as small as him. But he also knew that cats always land on their feet. He just prayed that that also included people that had been turned into cats.

So without having any time to think too much he took a deep breath and jumped right off of the wall.

The wind rushed around him as the ground came closer. He prayed to anything he could think of and closed his eyes, not daring to see the hard surface that he was sure to hit any second. Millions of thoughts rushed through his mind – most of them of people he loved telling him what a stupid thing he’d just done.

Suddenly he felt his paws connect with the ground. His legs bent by the impact and he fell down. He lay there for a few moments, just breathing. His eyes were still closed and he didn’t know if he would dare to open them. He tried to feel through his body – was anything broken? But to his surprise he hardly hurt anywhere. Slowly he opened his eyes and tried to stand up. Every muscle in his body responded with joy and soon he was standing. Sure, he felt sore in his legs. But that’s what he’d expected after a fall like that.

He looked up at the wall and shuddered. He was thankful that he hadn’t thought about it but just jumped. Because the wall looked much taller from the ground and he wondered if he would ever do something that crazy again.

He shook his head and looked around him. He was now in Diagon Alley. And his mission was to find someone that could help him.

He walked deeper in to the alley. Both sides of him consisted of closed shops. He only heard a few people walking ahead of him. But as he hurried up to where they were he heard a soft pop and the place was empty. He sat down and looked around. It was empty – deserted. He sighed.

It was getting darker and darker so he realized that it must be late. He’d come this far and now there was no one there to help him.

Then a thought hit him – he would have to spend the night here. All day he’d been thinking of what he’d do when he found someone that could help him. But not once had he thought that he might fail – that he might be without a place to stay.

He looked back at the wall and thought that he should go back to the pub and spend the night there. The next second he realized that that would be impossible since there was nothing to climb on. He swallowed hard – he would have to spend the night alone in the alley.

He shuddered and for a moment he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t think off another time where he’d felt so alone and abandoned. He just wanted to crawl up in a ball and close his eyes – and when he opened them again he would be in his own bed, in his own home, and all of this would just be a dream.

But instead of that he got up. This was not the time to wallow in self-pity. He had to find somewhere that he could sleep. Thankfully it was almost August which meant that the nights were warm so if he had to sleep outside at least he wouldn’t freeze.

He walked along the street once more and looked at every building, hoping that he would find some shelter.

As he walked past Madam Malkin’s he saw a little gate between that building and the next one. He walked over there and saw that it was a tiny side way leading to a back yard. And as he came there his heart jumped in his chest. He saw a roof sticking out over a patio. And on the patio he saw a chair with what looked like a cushion.

He slowly walked closer to the patio – all of his senses on alert. He could smell another cat somewhere in the area, but he couldn’t see anything. Everything looked safe and the closer he came – the calmer he got.

It must have been some old scent he thought to himself as he made his was up along the cushion to the chairs seat.

When he was up he sat down and yawned. It had been a long day and he knew that tomorrow would be longer. But hopefully then he would meet someone that could help him.

He lay down and curled up in a ball. He put this tail around his body and closed his eyes. Without realizing how he did it he started to purr and slowly he drifted off to sleep.

***
Reviews?
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Behind Green Eyes