Stray Cat... Obtained?
It was the middle of the night when Ezra was woken by the yowl of a cat. Sitting up she looked around to see where the noise came from, as none of her roommates had cats. Ronald was allergic, and Neville already had the terror that is Trevor. The twins could have brought it in but she doubted they were that sadistic just yet.
And she spotted a clowder of familiar cats…
The strays she fed at her cafe.
The white fluffy cat with grey markings and black eyes…
The smaller Russian blue giving the first a glower…
The biggest of the three being a floofy brown mess with only one ear…
A black feline littered with scars and missing an eye…
And a new one… a black and white kitten that looked very confused by the larger three.
How the…?
And then she spotted someone atop her Bed… not on the bed itself no… he was staring at her from over the edge of the cover stretching between her bed posts… black ichor dripping from his sockets down to the ground below. Hissing a little as the drops of ichor burned the stone.
“Hello lovely~” he purred eerily.
“This feels like the beginning of an annoying a nightmare…” grumbled Harry as she pinched herself… nope it’s real…
“Awwww~ is this the face of a Sleep Paralysis demon?” He giggled as he smiled wider, batting his sockets as he tried to look innocent.
“Considering the last time I remember seeing you, you were trying to cut off my head? Yes,” she deadpanned, looking around for any sort of weapon he could use. She didn’t appreciate her own knife being used last time…
“M not here ta kill ya sweetheart,” he grumbled as he slipped down rather easily. Plopping onto the bed next to her, “need a place to crash after boss’s latest… tantrum…” he looked away awkwardly.
The fluffy white and grey cat hopped into his lap and flopped over for belly rubs. Of which goopy eyes was more than happy to provide~
“And you thought of me?” She grumbled, “how do you even remember me?”
“M an Outcode my lovely little clueless friend~ even if ya have changed a lot yer still that purple souled little spitfire~” he purred, “how do you remember these resets? I know it can’t be that corruption… and kudos for somehow survivin that I must say~ but ah know that you remembered them before that…”
“I ask the questions here, not you,” she huffed, glaring him down… only for the Russian blue cat to hop into her lap and paw at her hand. Soon pulling her hand to rest atop its head.
“Fine fine~ I’ll bite lil boss~ what do ya wanna know~” the goopy eyed skeleton cooed, batting his sockets again.
Little boss…? That was an odd way to call her but… “what are you doing here?” She asked.
“Mmmm… Big Boss found out I took in yer cats n was suuuuuper upset. So I came here with 'em before boss could kill ‘em,” he hummed.
“And…” she paused a moment trying to figure out how to ask this… “why did you call me little boss?”
“Cause ya are. Can feel yer magic,” he hummed, looking at her with barely lit eyelights… yet it felt as if he was looking not just at her but her very soul… “ya are the same as boss. Dunno how buuuut…” he flopped dramatically with his head on her lap. “I need it…” he whispered so softly she only barely heard it.
“I can’t exactly keep a skeleton in my closet,” huffed Ezra, looking him up and down… the skeleton looked like he just came out of a rather bad scuffle. Bleeding in some places, torn clothes, bones turning a deep shade of red as if bruising, clothes all scuffed and dirty… he looked like a cat that was abused then thrown on the streets…
“Think of me as a stray cat? I’ll gleefully knock your things on the ground, love your petting until I bite you, and even eat every scrap you’ll give me!~” he hummed cheerfully. Those faint Eyelights staying on her soul…
“A stray cat…” she mused. The other strays having already left the room to explore the castle and decide their turf… a spark of pity in her soul for any of the Hogwarts cats that try to get in their way… She knew at least three of them were rather... Vicious to other cats.
Maybe...
She heard about that Goblin that turned into a Dragon because of Ancient Magic...
Looking over Killer again...
"Alright," she hummed, pulling out her wand and waving it in a familiar pattern... A Circle and then swipe down. Very firm and rigid movements as Transfiguration is a branch of school that is firm and rigid. It was about the Wand movements and a firm image in your mind of what you want...
A Cat...
A Fluffy white Turkish Van with orange tail and ears...
Elegant yet powerful...
The clothes turned into a Black collar with his soul as the tag, and a hoodie with fluffy grey fur inside and along the edge. Cats don't like things on their legs so bare there... but she noticed he had Rings and bracelets so she imagined those as Tail Rings...
Opening her eyes...
She saw a cat in his place exactly as she imagined...
And he was already chasing his tail...
"Cute but..." she deadpanned, looking him over.
How does she explain well...
Suddenly getting a cat???
Hmmm...
Well she was in contact with the Goblins?
Could say it was a trained Attack Cat?
Wont be too bad~
Writing up a letter to the goblins asking if they could help with that cover story. Checking she found one of their owls was already at the window with this week's update on the Horcrux hunt. Lets see... they found the chalice in their vaults and took a severe tax from the Lestrange family as cursed items are not permitted... They are struggling with the others but she couldn't help too much as they would get suspicious again...
Stars that was a horrible timeline...
"ya knooow~" she heard the cat speaking. Killer grooming his murder mittens as he eyed her, "ya don have ta worry abou Resets any mor~" His words came out with a bit of a struggle. Struggling with longer words as he didn't have enough breath for them. Forcing himself to say those longer words. Forcing but stars he wanted to show off.
"Re...set...?" she asked softly. Honestly surprised by that... Resets... She heard Geno talking about those often. He didn't like going into detail with her, mentioning it was a horrible thing she shouldn't worry about...
Mmmm... She never liked the idea of that... Some secret that was so dangerous... Stars she worried about him... Especially when his bones started to look more melted after one of his Experiments...
"Jus... don worr... Bou Time. No bac... Only for..." purred the feline. Stretching out before flopping happily on the bed to get a nice long nap.
Don't worry...
about time...
Was he talking about the odd time reversal?
If she doesn't have to worry...
Then...
"I'm... I'm free...?" she asked softly, looking at him with tears brimming in her eyes.
But Killer was too asleep to even register much less reply.