Chapter 4
Into the outside of Hogwarts, a small black kitty laid sprawled on the soiled ground, whimpering with ragged breaths emitting from its frail body. The cat is actually Harry Potter, who in just mere seconds got his memories back and compulsions broken. Fueled with anger.
How did this happen? he did not know. But he does know he wants to murder the Headmaster. He remembers it all, everything that the man has done. The pain he has caused him and many others.
Even so, this does not clear a thought.
Backing to his first question. How did this happen? How did he get his memory back, after all these years? Was it the rune, or ritual, he made? Now that he thought about it, as his head cleared a bit, the book was about runes but also mind magic and such.. so why did it have a rune, The Animos Runes, that turned him into an animal? But he doesn't remember the book mentioning anything about mind magic?
Shaking his small feline body, which he was slowly getting used to, he hissed quietly as he trotted a bit further out the school. If he stayed close to wherever the headmaster was, he was sure he would puke himself all over or would sink claws into the man, literally.
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“I seriously doubt any of this would work., i'm sure the old man just sits there for ages doing merlin knows what...” a low voice grumbled
“Shush it! it was our lord's order to investigate what that old coot is doing, go and get evidence! unless you want me to tell him you disagree with his idea-”, another voice said, more feminine, with a singsong tone.
The deeper, male, voice grumbled in response. “Don’t you dare, Bella.”
Harry's little furry ears twitched at the sound of voices not so far away. Slowly, and quietly, he walked towards the voices and hid behind a bush, peering closely to the two figures that were crouched and had omnioculars pointing to the Headmasters tower. The male, a tall thin man, with curls slicked back into a small ponytail, dark fitting robes, a strong jaw and slight crooked nose, kneeled on the floor with omnioculars in his hand. The female, who's Harry noted was Bellatrix Lestrange, had her signature dark curls flowing down her back with some bushy parts on top raised in a bun, dressed in a flowy dark robe showing off her curves, even though she had been in azkaban for quite a century her body was attractive enough still, and as she moved, a black medium flowy dress was revealed, and some combat boots, which harry believes she doesn't know are muggle combat boots.
Bellatrix let out a crazed giggle as she wiggled closed to the other male, who scrunched his nose in annoyance. “Now, now, dear brother-in-law, don't be like that~” she purred.
The man, whose name was Rabastan Lestrange, Harry's pretty sure, scrunched his nose, huffed and looked away.
A few minutes passed as Harry sat there, watching them stalk Dumbledore, however he also reeled back into the recent events that just happened.
He had turned into a cat, which somehow, but successfully, broke the compulsions and control Dumbledore seemed to have on him. He remembers all the pain and grooming the man has done. He remembers how Draco and him have tried to get out of the man's clutches but each time it turned out the same, the old goat found out and erased their memories, no wonder why Draco always seems off around him as well, and hates the Headmaster with passion. However he also remembered how Hermione, Neville, Ron and him had gained their consciousness many times before, the four of them were under the man's schemes, they would find out, then be obliviated. It was a cycle each year apparently.
He also remembered Luna more clearly now, she had warned him before, been there when his mind was broken and ripped apart. When he tried to heal his own scars at the start of fifth year, he helped on hers. They weren't that close but the girl seemed nice enough that she stuck around with them ever since the first year. He wondered if she was also obliviated and such, that, he cannot remember.
Tucking all memories aside and such, he arched his back and meowed a bit as his body relaxed. So, now there are two escapee death eaters outside Hogwarts spying on the Headmaster. Harry won't stop them, as much as it bothers him not to do anything, if they get the man killed or report back to Dumbledore and then get the old man killed, Harry could right then and there kiss them.
That's how pissed off he was. But it still bothered him, how uncaring he was out of this, there are death eaters by the school! That would have angered and bothered him before, he would have reported back to dumbledore.. but after all those obliviates, compulsion, and many other things the old man has done. Harry shivered and shook his tiny head, best not think of it.
Actually, now that he thought about it, he is pretty surprised he hasn't passed out.. or had he?
“Eek! Look Basty, a kitten!!”
Harry’s hair sticked up in shock as he felt medium sized calloused hands grip onto him rather a bit roughly. He hissed and looked up at his captor, only to find Bellatrix Lestrange face staring back at him, to which he hissed louder at.
“Bella, for the love of Merlin, let the poor cat alone-” Rabastan was cut off by Bellatrix as she pushed her face closer to the kitty's face, which trembled in her hands and looked close to clawing the womens face out any second. “But just look at this beauty- lets take it back home! Rody would adore this! And my lord- we all know he has a secret obsession for kittens~”, the lady purred.
Rabastan sighed and shook his head in exasperation, giving the small kitten a pitying look. “I have no say, do I?”
Bellatrix gave a shark like grin in response.
Oh Harry was fucked.
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Held by the hands of Bellatrix Lestranged and almost suffocated to death by her breast, the three finally arrived at the Malfoy Manor. How did Harry know it was the Malfoy Manor? One of his erased memories, Draco had sent him a picture of it with the address on the bottom and a small letter.
“If you ever need to escape those filthy muggles you stay with, imagine this place, call out the malfoy manor, touch the crest on the letter and you’ll be transported immediately to our private floo room.” - D.M
He remembered how he had sobbed in his small bedroom in a Privet Drive as he felt warmth and gratitude towards the Malfoy heir.
Harry sighed and made his feline body go limp in Bellatrix’s clutches, a sad whine leaving him. He missed their friendship..
“Bella, Rabasatan, welcome back, how was the- is that a cat?” a deep rich voice spoke once Bellatrix and Rabastan stepped out of the foyer.
A tall lean man, about 6’2, with soft dark curls falling on one side of his face as the other side was slicked back. Pale skin, and a smooth, almost aristocratic appearance. His features were sharp, with high cheekbones, a slender face, and dark onyx eyes that held a ruby color amongst them when the light hit his eyes that conveyed an air of self-assurance. The man's voice was rich and soft, alluring like a siren's song, and his eyes held promises to be made.
Harry couldn't stop staring at the man- he was handsome, drop dead gorgeous, and was walking towards him with soft eyes.
“My lord”, Bellatrix and Rabastan bowed their heads. Bellatrix stretched her hands that held the kitty towards her lord.
The kitty, to which it seemed to recognize something, or seemed to be scared, stiffened as he was given to the dark lord's hands.
Woah woah? Lord? This is Voldemort- wait I see it- hold up, wasn't he snakefaced when he resurrected?? Harry's thoughts reeled as the dark lord took him in his hands. Harry's body couldn't relax anymore. Having in thought, he knew Dumbledore was a sick goat and was the reason for his and many others pain, and Harry wouldn't mind if the old man was killed by Voldemort's crew, but Voldemort- this man, this monster, is the also reason for his suffering as much as Dumbledore was. They're both as bad.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, or more known as Voldemort, the Dark Lord or You-Know-Who, peered down at the little cat with hidden softness that only certain people could see.
People could call him a monster after everything he had done, and he himself would call himself a monster as well. The things he did.. Anyway, monster or not, he had a small liking for feline animals. He mostly liked black panthers, but any feline is welcomed into his broken soul.
And as he started down into this peculiar green eyed black cat, he smiled softly at the small glare and hiss he got in return.
“Well, hello there little one.”