Easter
Harry was enjoying a leisurely stroll in his cat form, relishing the tranquility brought by the Easter holiday. Most of the students had left the campus, allowing him to move around without the usual caution.
He meandered through the corners of the school campus, his furry figure shimmering in the spring sunlight. Occasionally, he would stop to smell the fragrance of flowers or hop onto a rock to observe the scenery in the distance. He felt extremely content with the quietness of the school, as if the whole world belonged to him.
But his presence did not go unnoticed.
"Hello..." a familiar female voice broke the silence.
Harry turned to see Hermione standing there with a smile.
With a gentle meow, Harry, in his cat form, greeted his friend as he gracefully approached her.
Hermione smiled, bent down, and gently stroked Harry's fur. Harry allowed Hermione's touch, enjoying her skilled hands.
"Are you someone's pet?" she asked kindly.
Harry lifted his head, looking at Hermione with his green cat eyes. He replied seriously, "I'm not anyone's pet, nor am I entirely wild. I'm free, but not alone. I don't belong to anyone; I'm a free-spirited cat."
However, even the clever Hermione couldn't understand the cat's eloquent language. Harry's philosophical answer sounded like a series of meows to her. So, her response to Harry's statement was just a pleasant smile and a friendly acknowledgment.
"You're really cute," Hermione said as she lifted Harry up. "I don't remember anyone having a black cat, but it's okay."
Harry looked up at Hermione, puzzled.
Hermione seemed to sense his confusion, or perhaps she just enjoyed talking to cats. "I got it for Crookshanks," she explained. "Oh, you might not know, that's my cat. I bought him a gift for Easter, but he didn't seem to like it much... I thought you might appreciate it more."
Harry gazed at Hermione curiously, wondering what the gift could be.
Harry hastily ran out of Hermione's dormitory, feeling embarrassed. He hadn't expected Hermione to do such a thing to him. He needed to quickly leave the area and find a safe hiding place.
He hurried past a student, who stopped in their tracks, eyes wide.
"Was that... a rabbit?" the student asked, puzzled, as Harry disappeared into the crowd.
Harry ran all the way to an abandoned classroom, his heart pounding with embarrassment. He didn't want anyone else to see him like this. The classroom he entered was an abandoned potions classroom, with empty bottles scattered on the desks.
Harry was about to transform back into his human form to get rid of the ridiculous rabbit ears when he heard a noise from the storage room. He stopped, listening intently, trying to figure out what was happening.
He cautiously made his way to the other end of the classroom, where the noise was coming from. When the door opened, a familiar figure stepped out – it was Tom.
Tom had come here on a mission, but he hadn't expected to encounter Harry.
Tom's gaze fell on Harry, and he looked surprised. He immediately noticed Harry's different appearance from usual, observing the cat... or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him a rabbit now. Tom couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity, his eyes fixed on the "rabbit." For some reason, Harry was wearing rabbit ear headgear, which amused Tom.
Harry's appearance with the rabbit ear headgear was particularly eye-catching, with his ears twitching slightly as he moved. His soft, silky fur shimmered with a light black gloss in the dim light, and his green cat eyes sparkled with curiosity and vigilance. This adorable appearance made people irresistibly want to approach him and give him a warm hug.
When Harry realized that the person was Tom, he gradually let go of his guard but still kept his bright green eyes fixed on him. However, when Tom began to laugh, Harry suddenly realized the situation he was in. He angrily meowed in response to Tom's laughter.
Tom didn't tone down his attitude because of this. On the contrary, he seemed even more amused and teased, "What a cute little kitty... No, perhaps I should call you a bunny now."
Harry immediately jumped up, angrily swatting Tom with his paw, then agilely leaped aside to avoid any retaliation from Tom. However, when Harry stood still, he didn't see Tom's angry expression; instead, he saw Tom clutching his arm, showing signs of pain, as he slumped into a nearby chair.
Harry stared in astonishment at Tom, completely at a loss. He had controlled himself from extending his claws just now, but he wasn't a natural cat, and perhaps his self-control wasn't as good as he had anticipated.
Harry approached Tom cautiously, asking with meows, expressing his concern. Tom could sense Harry's worry from those bright green cat eyes.
Tom grunted, struggling to sit up, and managed to muster a reassuring smile. "I'm fine," he said, but his expression clearly showed that he was suppressing pain.
Feeling guilty, Harry jumped onto Tom's lap, nuzzling him with his face, conveying a hint of apology.
Tom felt Harry's gesture and smiled slightly, gently stroking Harry's head. Harry's worry and guilt made him feel happy; he knew Harry was expressing concern and was enjoying this emotional connection.
Tom continued to caress Harry as he pleased with his hand, enjoying the softness of Harry's fur and the warmth of his body. Harry obediently allowed Tom to stroke him, but he still expressed his worries with meows, hoping that Tom would go to the medical wing to treat his wound.
Tom heard Harry's meowing and understood his concern. He flashed a reassuring smile, "Don't worry... I'm really fine." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the skin—only red marks, no wounds.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Tom wasn't actually hurt, which made him happy.
Tom did feel some discomfort, but it was bearable for him. If it were in front of others, he wouldn't show any signs of weakness. But he was willing to display it in front of Harry, as long as Harry's gaze could be on him.