Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: H.P.’s not mine. I am not making any money off of this.


Tom stared at the man, and asked, “Is it highly upsetting? You look a bit ill.”

McNair shook his head and sat heavily. “My Lord, you know that muggle – born children’s families usually have a flare up of magic sooner than the witch or Wizard that occurs, but I am not sure that Young Potter here knows. Mister Potter, it would seem that you had a great- great Grandmother who was a witch on the Evans side.”

McNair paused for breath, and continued. “She was very powerful witch who became an animagus, a cat. My Lord, she mated with a tom cat, and had a litter!”

Tom stared at McNair open mouthed, and finally said, “And Harry’s great grandparent came from that litter?”

McNair nodded, and Tom looked at Harry appraisingly. “Well, I guess that you aren’t my ‘Cub’ anymore kitten.”

Harry looked shocked, but slowly nodded.

‘My God, now Tom will hate me, why couldn’t I at least be a magical creature?’

Harry was so wrapped up in his angst that he almost missed what Tom said next.

“Now you’ll be my kitten! Would you like to get a cat for the house?” asked Tom, eager to wipe the desolate look off of his Kit’s face.

Harry gave him a look of such hope that it nearly broke his heart. “Kit, did you really think that that would drive me away? You’re mine now.”

Harry let relief wash over him, and asked, “Why would I start acting like a cat now?”

Tom and McNair both started to talk, and with a superior look from Tom, McNair shut his mouth and lowered his head. “Kit, wizards with mixed species heritages seem to keep those genes separate from their human ones until puberty, when they begin to fuse. I suppose that your malnutrition kept puberty at bay until the last possible minute.”

“Also, the genes may start to bond slowly, so I would expect that over many months, your cat genes will show up.”

Harry nodded to show that he understood, and started to fidget in his chair. Tom dismissed McNair with a wave of his hand, and the tall man left quickly. Harry grabbed Tom’s hand and led him out to the barns.

“Kit, you can’t not touch me, so why would we be here?” Tom asked quietly. He knew that his Kit was out here often, almost as often as he was in the library, and Harry said,

“Tom, I want to ride, and you have plenty of horses here who could take the two of us.”

Tom looked down at Harry, sighed, and nodded. “Alright, fine. Where do you want to go?”

Harry looked at Tom with his brilliant and huge green eyes, and asked, “Will you take me on a trail ride?”

Tom thought about just how much his arse would hurt before the day was over, and how saddle sore that he would be, but could he deny Harry? No.

“That sounds like a fine idea Harry, I’ll take you somewhere special. Groom! Ready us Sultan.”

The grooms bustled about to get the horse ready, and soon the massive thoroughbred stallion was stamping his foot in anticipation. Tom could feel the anticipation and excitement thrumming through Harry as the young man petted the horse’s nose. Soon Tom was swinging Harry up onto the bareback pad and swinging his own tall leg over the horse to mount behind Harry.

Harry took the reins and gently chucked to the horse to move past the arena.

Soon the group was into the small forest that surrounded much of Tom’s property, and Harry heaved a small sigh.

“Tom, won’t people think it wrong that my relative had children with a cat? I mean, they’re no more magical than any other muggle.”

Tom, who had his arms lazily resting over Harry’s stomach, tsk-ed Harry, and accidentally made Sultan pick up a trot. Harry just took it in stride and started to post from his knees as he had been taught, but it had been a while for Tom.

Tom just sat the fast paced trot, and knew that his bum would suffer for it later. He envied his young mate his powerful thighs, and Harry giggled at Tom for his weaker ones.

“Maybe I’ll start to come out and ride with you once we bond…” Grumbled a disgruntled Tom once Sultan had slowed to a walk.

“And you shouldn’t care what anyone else thinks. You are your own person very much, and this is just another part of that. Your real friends and family won’t care, and you don’t need to worry about anyone else.” Tom said matter of factly.

“Now, look ahead, I have something absolutely breath taking to show you, just beyond these trees…”