Kit

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Kit

Chapter 13

Remus watched the pair until they disappeared out the library doors. He smiled softly before turning back to his tome on accidental magic.

Lucius had seen the two students as they as they headed for an empty classroom he then spent the next five minutes watching Remus as he read.

‘I don’t care if you go after your son and his friend, or if you start helping with the research but could you please stop staring at me?’ Remus requested as he turned the page, not looking up at the slightly older blonde.

Lucius chuckled. ‘I didn’t know I was making you nervous,’ he commented as he began to leaf through a slightly less tome-ish book.

‘I’m not nervous, it just makes me hard,’ Remus mumbled with a blush.

Lucius smirked. ‘What was that? I didn’t quite catch that,’ he said, leaning closer to Remus even though he had heard him perfectly from where he was.

‘It just makes it hard to focus,’ Remus said, his voice a little louder. It was very hard to focus with the blonde next to him; he had read one sentence four times before he had given up and turned the page, to make it look like he was actually reading.

‘I need you,’ Lucius braved as he leaned into the slightly smaller man.

Remus shuddered. ‘I know but Harry-cub needs our help,’ he replied, a twinge of sadness in his voice. He pulled away reluctantly, so that the presence of the man wouldn’t cloud his mind. He really needed to focus if he wanted to help Harry.

Lucius nodded, getting Harry to human form was the most important thing right now.

‘But afterwards…’

‘You will be mine,’ Remus growled. The pair shared a heated look, agreeing that as soon as Harry-cub was back to his two-legged self they would lay their claim on the other.

Lucius had to shift himself to get more comfortable, his pants too tight. Remus, who was just as uncomfortable, smirked as he continued read.

=^.^=

Hermione wiped at her eyes, finally managing to get a hold of her emotions.

‘Please tell me Harry is Kit and I just didn’t weep all over you because I’m huge dunce, not that I should have kicked the Kneazle in the first place, no matter that if he was just a Kneazle or a poor wizard that’d been turned into a Kneazle,’ Hermione babbled, surprising Draco.

‘Yes, Kit is Harry, or Harry is Kit, however you want to put it,’ Draco replied, giving her a squeeze.

‘Merlin, why did I let that stupid twat have so much influence on me?’ she asked angrily, though her anger wasn’t directed at Draco. ‘Oh that conniving, little no good, irritating small pricked ass hat!’ she blurted.

‘Hermione?’

‘He drugged me!’

‘What?’ Draco hissed.

‘We were talking about Harry and Ron said he had new products from the twins. It was only supposed to make whoever ate it lie, sort of like veriteserum but different. Everything they said was wrong.’  She replied as she took over Draco’s pacing.

She muttered to herself, seeming having forgotten about the blonde. Draco watched her as she had an avid conversation with herself, arms flailing as she began to argue with an invisible opponent.

‘Beautiful,’ Draco muttered as she passed him.

‘What?’ she demanded as she spun around to glare at him.

 Draco blushed, ‘oh uh, nothing, Ron’s an idiot.’

‘That he is,’ Hermione agreed. ‘I have to talk to Fred or George,’ she blurted suddenly.

‘What? Why?’ Draco asked as she headed back the library.

‘Because,’ she rolled her eyes, ‘they made the product, maybe they made something else.’

‘That would maybe change someone into a Kneazle kitten,’ Draco replied, realizing where Hermione was going.

‘We should head back to the library, I can write to the twins and then we can help Remus with his research,’ she replied, her excitement slowly rising. ‘If I help Harry become human again then he’ll at least have to talk to me at some point.’ She reasoned with herself, before she grinned at Draco, ‘I love research parties,’ she stated, rubbing her hands together.

Draco groaned but followed her back to the library.

=^.^=

Harry watched Severus as he flipped through several books.

‘I have no idea where to start,’ Severus admitted slamming the fifth book shut that he hadn’t actually read.

Harry padded over to the pile of books that Severus had piled onto the desk. He pawed one on accidental magic and mewed.

‘You think you were turned by accident?’ Severus asked, pulling the book out. Harry shook his head and stepped on the book so he could look over the table of contents that Severus had opened it to.

He pawed at one of the chapters.

‘Miscast magic?’ Severus read aloud. ‘Do you remember what happened?’ he ran his fingers through Harry’s fur.

Harry leaned into the touch, even as he shook his head and nodded at the same time.

‘What is it, yes you do or no you don’t?’ Severus asked in confusion.

Harry nodded.

‘You remember some of it but not anything of importance,’ he stated.

Harry nodded again.

‘Not very helpful, brat,’ Severus said, gently poking Harry’s forehead. Harry growled and swatted at the hand. It didn’t take long for them to start fighting, Severus would cover Harry’s head with his hand and Harry would pounce.

Finally Severus had Harry pinned under his hand, but Harry had his claws in the back of Severus hand as he gnawed on a finger.

‘I don’t know why you’re here imp,’ Severus half asked, half inquired as he began to gently rub the feline’s belly.

Because I want to be.

‘You have a large amount of misplaced trust,’ he commented as he continued to pet Harry.

It’s not misplaced, because I know exactly where it is.

‘You could be with your wolf and his Malfoy,’ Severus said, a little sadly.

He’s not you.

Severus shook his head, still unable to wrap his mind around the pair. ‘He must be soft in the head to have taken up with that Malfoy,’ he chuckled, ‘but Lupin’s always been soft in the head.’

So have you.

‘Merlin, I wish you could tell me what you’re thinking. Why you haven’t left. What the hell happened to you,’ Severus was almost growling.

Harry squirmed out from Severus’ hand only to butt his head against it and lick one of the wounds. He began a rumbly purr as Severus scooped him up and cuddled him against his chest.

I want to touch you, to talk to you so badly, Sev. I don’t want to leave, I like being with you. I feel safe and wanted with you, not that I don’t with Remus but he’s like my father, you are... something else. Not my father. I only remember going out to the pitch with Ron.

He butted his head against Severus’ chest.

I wish you could hear me.

Severus gave a sigh before holding Harry-Kit to eye level, ‘I suppose I should get back to trying to make you normal,’

Yes please!

‘Or as normal as you were,’ he smirked, before tucking Harry-Kit onto his shoulder.

Hey! No fair I can’t defend myself.

Harry would have pouted if he could have, instead he bit Severus’ ear, not too hard but hard enough.

‘Brat,’ he rubbed at his ear, poking Harry’s side.

Harry purred and nuzzled Severus’ neck.

Severus began to flip through several books, and soon had several cauldrons brewing.

Harry sat on a desk, away from the brews, marvelling at Severus’ ability to brew several potions at the same time. He was lucky if he could brew one potion at any given time.

As Severus worked he explained what he was doing, and found that he understood what the man was doing. Harry was eager to try his hand at making some of them, well maybe the easier one. If Severus was watching over his shoulder, guiding his hand and that was somewhere he wasn’t willing to go while he was still an infant feline.

Harry sighed and curled up, somehow managing to fall into a light doze.

‘I don’t know what I’ll do when you’re you again,’ Severus smooth voice brought Harry-Kit from his doze, ‘it’s been nice having someone here, someone to talk to, even if you have been a Kneazle. You should know Harry-Kit that you are always welcome down into these dark, dank, miserable dungeons. You are more than welcome into my office, my lab, my rooms, if you ever just want to get away.’

What if I just want to see you?

‘But please don’t let that be the only reason you come to see me,’ Severus add, barely louder than a whisper. Harry didn’t think he’d been meant to hear it, but he had, and he would come see Severus whenever he could, whether the potion master wanted to see him or not.