Voldie-Kitty
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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13,359
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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Girls, a kitten's greatest enemy
KM: Second chapter! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Lilly: O.o oh god!
Harry: How did I come here?
Lilly: Oh no! The poor boy! You monster!
KM: Why, yes thank you!
Tom (A.K.A. Voldemort as kitten): ...
Disclaimer: You guys want to see me cry don’t you?
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: I will try to make the chapters longer from now on. Starting with this one! YAY!! Now get some back ground info why Harry lives with Sirius and why Voldemort was transformed into a kitten. And of course Tom gets to meet Luna and Hermione on the train!
Voldie-Kitty
Chapter 2
Girls, a kitten’s greatest enemy
It had been two weeks now since Harry Potter; Saviour of the wizards, Boy-Who-Lived and defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort owed now a white little kitten. Said little kitten, better known as Tom to Harry and Devil’s Spawn to Sirius, was quite content with being Potter’s pet. Something he would vehemently deny later on when asked about it. It was not his fault that the brat knew just how and where he had to be stroked or petted right. Nor was it his fault that his kitten body was betraying him in this matter. Even so his conscience told him otherwise. Voldemort wondered why he still had it. He was sure that he had been rid of it since he had left Hogwarts.
But all his thoughts about his body and slowly but surely his mind betraying him vanished when he was being lifted up and put into a lap. Harry smiled when he heard the content purr of his kitten when he began to pet Tom. It was Tom’s favourite spot in the whole house so far. Expect the big and fluffy bed he was allowed to sleep in too even if he had to share it with Potter. He sighed in pleasure when Potter got the spot directly at the base of one of his ears. He purred loudly in content at this treatment and was slowly but surely becoming a puddle of goo in the lap of his enemy. Harry had been reading a book on Animagus when his little kitten demanded attention from him. Hedwig had been gone since last night and was delivering a letter to his sister in all but blood, Hermione Jane Granger.
He was waiting for a reply from her to something he wanted to know from her. He could only hope that the letter wouldn’t end seven feet long. Like the last time he had asked her about something. That was something he would not live through. Sure, reading from time to time is fun. But really sometimes Hermione was exaggerating with her responds. `How long does it take for an owl anyways to deliver a letter to someone?´ he grumbled in his thoughts. He was getting tired of waiting for Hedwig to come. He really needed the information and it would be good before school started again. Which were only a few days away from now on. He had already gotten his things for school.
He was only happy that his potion essay was finished which he had dreaded to do and made sure to make it as late as possible though he could enjoy the summer holidays. More like playing pranks with Sirius on a certain Bumble Queen. Harry turned a page in his book and nearly jumped out of his comfortable armchair when he heard a tapping coming from the window. He lifted his head and smiled when he saw that it was Hedwig who had the reply from Hermione with her. He put his book away and lifted Tom into his arms and then went over to the window and let Hedwig in.
“Hey, there girl” Harry said softly to the snowy white owl that was now sitting on his left shoulder.
Hedwig nipped gently at his ear and hooted softly. She held her leg out for him to take the letter and waited for the owl treats. Harry chuckled at this and made his way over to the table where the treats were laying and let Hedwig have her go on them while he read the letter. Voldemort on the other hand was watching Potter after he had stopped petting him and glared at the letter. Because of it Potter had stopped his treatment on him. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. But it did. He actually liked it to be in this form if it meant to get petted and stroked by Potter.
“YES! I knew it!” Harry cackled while rubbing his hands together in sadistic glee. “That was all I needed you old coot! Now I have enough dirt on you!”
Voldemort was blinking at his enemy. He was disturbed at the sight. Something like this should be forbidden. Harry Potter should not ever in his entire life cackle like this. It was just a wrong picture and gave you chills like it did right now. But somehow the chills weren’t those of fright. Oh no far from it. It was the opposite if it and Voldemort wondered why it was like this and the other things that had happened to him while he was in this body and around Potter since his transformation into a kitten. It actually frightened him. But now he had other matters to wonder about. He wondered what was written in the letter that it made Potter react like that. He jumped onto the table and stalked over to the letter. Eager to know what was written in it.
Harry had meanwhile left the room and was in search of Sirius leaving Voldemort alone with the letter.
‘Dear Harry,
HOW THE HELL DID YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT! I mean did you spy on me? Or was it that obvious? Regardless I beg you to not tell anyone about this and I give you the information you wanted from me.
Well, as you had already suspected, our dear Headmaster had began to sprout that you were slowly going insane. But thanks to Fred and George, I found out that he didn’t stop there. Remember how you told me about the fact that he stole from you after you visited Gringrotts with Sirius and made everything right there?
Dumbledore had not only done this but even bribed the Ministry with your money. Making sure that he had loyal followers in it that despite you. I fear that he did not stop there. Harry, in the will of your parents you were never ever meant to be given to your relatives! Dumbledore had placed you there on purpose like you suspected in the end of our first year. But that is not the worse, after you have defeated Voldemort; Dumbledore wants to throw you into Azkaban. Out of fear that you are going dark and be the next Dark Lord. He has already told so the Ministry of your supposed going dark.
But I found out more. Dumbledore first wanted you to go and knock up Ginny. Fred and George told me about it when they came back from a visit from the Burrow. The worse is though that the other members of the Weasely family agree in this expect Fred, George, Charlie and Bill. He even arranged a marriage contract for the both of you. But because he is not your magical guardian it is null and void. You have luck in this one. Like you always do, dear brother of mine.
As you have asked of me, I asked my parents to let me go and visit the Ministry. It was rather easy to go in there and try to find the prophesy, I remember how you told me that it sounded so fake and that there is always a copy of it and could only be touched by the one that is involved with it. I hadn’t found the copy and not even the destroyed one. When I was there, guess who was there too? Of course you know! Our dear Headmaster was there and was talking with one Lucius Malfoy about the fake prophesy and how it was working so well for them.
But they did not have counted with the fact that Sirius would come and take you away from the Dursleys but nonetheless hoped you would still believe him. They had been talking a bit too loudly though that I could hear them very good.
Oh don’t give me that look! FINE!! I spied on them. Happy?
Anywho, they were talking about a way to get you under a love potion because it didn’t seem that you had any interest in Ginny whatsoever. They want to use the fact that you would do anything for her then in their little plan. But I doubt that they have counted on the facts that you are much more of a Slytherin than they thought. I even heard that they had some plan for Voldemort. But I couldn’t really hear what it was about.
I hope I could help you with this information. Fred and George say ‘Hi’. I see you on the train.
With lots of love,
Your sister in all but blood,
Hermione’
Voldemort blinked a few times after reading the letter. It took a few minutes till it sunk in what was written in the letter and his eyes widened. Lucius. His name was in the letter and he had talked with Dumbledore and thought about a plan to get rid of him. Not only that but he had even used Potter to get what he wanted. But what angered him the most was that the supposed prophesy was a fake one. Not real. His eyes flashed with anger at that. He had been played by Dumbledore again. That was something unforgiving! But that was not the worse. His second in command had betrayed him. He was the one that had planned this on purpose with the old Bumblebee Queen. He growled lowly and jumped of the table. He needed to go and torture something, better yet kill something. It would make him feel certainly better about this whole situation.
He wanted to kill the old coot and his EX- second in command. Both deserved it and should pay dearly for doing this to him. The humiliation of it all! He was stalking along the hallways in search of a pray that he could kill and or torture. He was hissing and growling all the way. Unknown to him he was waking Walburga’s portrait by doing so. Though it was a real surprise when he heard a woman’s screeching about blood purity and filthy blood traitors living in her house.
“TRAITORS, YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS! HOW DARE YOU LIVE HERE IN MY HOUSE AND SPREAD YOUR FILTH AROUND HERE! YOU AREN’T WORTHY OF MY LORD’S MERCY SHOULD HE FIND YO-”
But the screaming was met with a loud meowing of distress from a white kitten. Voldemort was so surprised at hearing the loud screeching of the portrait that he yowled loudly and then broke into a mad dash. Thanks to being a kitten now his senses were sharper than ever and he heard the screeching louder than you would normally. He felt as if his ears were bleeding from the screaming and ran blindly away from the portrait. His mind was screaming at him to go and find a safe place till, as much as he loathed admitting it, Potter came and found him. His mind told him that he was a safe person and would make sure that everything would be okay for him like he had done so in the last two weeks. He hated this thought but his kitten side was telling him that this was right even though his human side was not agreeing with it.
But he was now driven by his instincts and those instincts were only getting stronger thanks to his kitten side. He hated it. His human mind knew that nothing was wrong and that there was nothing to be afraid. But his kitten mind was driven by instincts now and those were stronger than his logic. He didn’t even notice how Black was screaming at his mother to be silent or how he had passed his owner. Said owner was looking confused till he heard the screeching of one Walburga Black.
“Not again...” he muttered while running after his Tom. He snickered at that thought. “Why can’t she be silent forever?”
He hated that woman and her damn screams. He cursed her portrait and ran in the direction of his room. He hoped that his kitten was in there. If not. Well, then he would have fun to search for Tom in the whole damn house. He only hoped that Kreacher was not the one to find him then. He really needed to do some research for destroying that damn portrait. Rather sooner than later. He still didn’t know how Sirius could live with her together in all those years even when the woman was still alive and not a portrait. He grumbled under his breath about damn annoying portraits and entered his room. Sure enough after just entering he heard a pitiful mew coming from under his bed.
He sighed loudly and made his way over to his bed. He crouched low on the ground and looked under the bed and tried to coax the kitten out under the bed with a soft smile and talking in a soothing, comforting voice.
“Come out, Tom.” he said on a low soothing voice to the huddled together kitten. “There is nothing to be afraid out here. Just me”
Voldemort was actually finding this rather amusing to watch his enemy be on all fours and begging him to come out. He was cackling like mad in his thoughts and amusement was dancing in his scarlet eyes. This was a sight he would never forget and make sure that his enemy would never live down.
“Come on, Tom. Don’t you want to be cuddled instead being under this bed?” Harry asked while slowly inching under the bed to get to his kitten.
Voldemort on the other hand had just gotten some... pictures in his mind that he shouldn’t have. He was berating himself for getting them in the first place. But it was no use. They were just coming back with a greater force. Those pictures were of him and Harry ‘cuddling’ naked on the bed while the boy was flushed a nice shade of red and moaning and writhing under him. `What the hell´ was Voldemort’s only thought to this. `I can’t think something like this about Potter! Of all damn people! Why has it to be Potter! He is my enemy for crying out loud!´
While Tom was lost on thought Harry had meanwhile gotten to him and was crawling out under the bed. But not without bumping his head a good few times. When he was finally standing and had Tom safely in his arms did he rub his poor and bed abused head. He hissed when he came in contact with the bump there. He hissed in Parseltongue curses and let himself down on his bed. Voldemort was meanwhile ripped away from his fantasies to hear his enemy hiss in the only language that only they could talk and understand. If he were a human he would be blushing by the words he heard.
But he isn’t. Instead he mewed loudly and dug his claws into Harry’s arms. He wanted to be petted damn it! It was too long since the last time he was petted. Inside his mind was Voldemort meanwhile banging his head against a wall for even thinking such thoughts about Potter and the being petted part. He was doomed, utterly doomed with those thoughts. Harry hissed in pain when Tom dug his claws into his arms. He glared down at the little puffball and then smirked while he began to pet Tom.
“You know” he started inwardly laughing when Tom’s ears perk up. “I am taking you with me to Hogwarts and there are girls. Girls that would love to get their hands on you”
Tom stiffened when he heard that. No way would the brat let that happen to him. Handing him over to some girls though they can have him dressed up and other things he did not dare to think about. He shuddered at the thoughts of this. It was just unholy, inhuman and completely evil. If it were not him in this situation then he would laugh about it. But alas he was and he could not change it. Harry smiled when he felt how the claws slowly retreated back and out of his flesh. He petted Tom and slowly lay down on his bed. In three days he would be back at school. With that old goat that made his life hell. He really couldn’t wait for it. He sighed and let himself drift off into a light slumber, all the while being warily eyed by a certain white kitten.
~*~Time skip 3 days Hogwarts Express~*~
Harry was sitting in an empty compartment and waiting for Luna and Hermione. Tom was sitting in his lap and taking a nap while purring like a motorboat. He lifted his head when the door to his compartment slid open and the girls he had been waiting for entered. He grinned at them and mention for them to take a seat. But before he could great them he heard two loud squeals and a mew in distress. `Seems that they found Tom now...´ he chuckled at that thought and watched in amusement how the two were fussing about Tom. Tom on the other hand didn’t like it that those two... THINGS were touching him! He growled in distress and hissed at them.
But the two girls ignored him in favour of gushing over him. He didn’t want to be touched by them, let alone petted! Only Potter was allowed to do this to him. He sulked about that fact that he thought like this about the Potter brat. He gave Potter the kitty-eyes in hopes he took pity on him and rescued him from those devils. Harry took indeed pity on his kitten when he saw the look.
“Luna, Hermione, leave Tom alone. I think he doesn’t like it the way you handle him” he said with amusement clearly shown in his voice. “In fact, I think he doesn’t like you at all when I interpret the hissing correct from him”
“Awww” the girls cooed.
“But he is soo adorable!” said Hermione and handed the kitten back Harry.
“Yes! Nearly as adorable as Squareknas!”
Harry laughed at Luna’s words. Trust Luna to find his kitten as adorable as whatever it is she was talking about. Hermione just huffed at that. She still didn’t understand Luna’s speech but Harry seemed to do and besides. The girl had grown onto her.
“By the way Harry how was your summer?” asked him Hermione.
“The usual!” he said with a smirk. “Sirius and I made Bumble’s life a living hell! Especially with the letter you sent to me. It was a great help”
“Oh really?” she said with an equal smirk in her face.
Voldemort oddly wondered if he was still in the right universe. Because he was sure that no way in hell would something like this is happening. Even though he had read the letter it was still somewhat unnerving to see Harry Potter act like this. But all those thoughts left him when he was stroked behind his left ear again. The boy really knew where to pet and stroke him right! Merlin this was heaven for him. He listened half heartedly to their talk about their summer and was soon drifting off to sleep when those heavenly hands kept stroking him.
It was nearly two hours later that Voldemort awoke. Not really interested in the conversation that was still going on he choose to look around. When he saw that the three were already in the school robes he knew that they were near Hogwarts. He tilted his head to the side which was a big mistake. The next minute he found himself nearly squished to death by the girl’s breasts. Harry was watching his kitten being nearly squashed to death and how Hermione and Luna were putting bows into his fur. Where the hell did they get them anyways from? `Traitor! You damn traitor! How can you let something like this happening to me!´ thought Voldemort and glared at Potter with all his might.
But it was no use. It had not affect on Potter and made the girls only coo over him more. He was sulking in his mind about this. Harry on the other hand thought that Tom had suffered enough and decided to help his kitten out. Really, in only five minutes Luna and Hermione had somehow managed to place over twenty different bows into Tom and dyeing his fur in pink. He shuddered at that. He had to clean his Tom and it seemed that Tom didn’t like his new look either. And that had all just happened on their way to the carriages!
“My poor kitten” he whispered while entering a carriage after they had left the train station.
Said poor kitten was mewling at him. Harry chuckled at him and began to stroke Tom. Not really in the mood of talking. Just sitting and watching the scenery flew by when they made their way up to the old castle. The carriage was empty safe for himself and Tom. It was something that made Harry very glad and happy but on the other hand put him on edge. He knew that there was never a carriage for only one person. If there was then he would have taken it every time he went to Hogwarts. It gave him an uneasy feeling. Like something big was going to happen in Hogwarts. He didn’t like it one bit.
Voldemort on the other hand had narrowed his eyes in deep thought and was trying to find out at what the old coot was playing at. Even he knew that there was never one carriage for just one student. The old bumble whore had to be planning something and Potter must know this too then when he saw his face darken with, what he assumed hatred. It confused him. The Potter brat and hatred just didn’t belong together. But when he thought about it and the letter he had read three days ago. It did make some sense. But before he could think any longer on this he fell from Potter’s lap when the carriage came to a stop. He yelped and hissed at Potter for daring to laugh at him.
Harry laughed at the look Tom was giving him and stood from his place to scope the little kitten up in his arms.
“Aww my poor kitten” he said with laughter in his voice. “Come on let’s clean you!”
Somehow Voldemort didn’t like the way that Potter was talking to him especially when he said ‘cleaning him’. He tensed in the arms of Potter and was ready to jump but before he could even think about doing it. Hands were beginning to stroke him along his spine. He mewled in pleasure at that and was already berating his body again for this traitorous act.
“My, Tom, you shouldn’t sulk like this! I mean you look...cute?” Harry said with laughter when he saw Tom’s expression when he finally got a good look at himself in a window.
Voldemort hissed at his reflection when he saw himself. What had those, those damn things done to him! He looked ugly and was reeking of perfume! He hated his new look and Potter wasn’t helping him in this matter. He sulked at that and wished that he was clean again and looking like the kitten that Potter had found and liked so much. He froze up when he heard those thoughts coming from himself. That couldn’t be true! `Oh by Merlin’s beard! I was too much around Potter! That has to be it. I would never think like this of him that way. Or even dare to think about those lines! I have to stop this or who knows what I will do next! Maybe think of him as a –shudder- friend! Merlin forbid!´
Harry on the other hand was obvious to these thoughts and just went to the Gryffindor common room and then to the bathroom. He needed to clean a kitten besides one night without food wouldn’t kill him. When Harry was at a sink and let water in though Tom wouldn’t drown he had to wonder. Why was it that Tom hadn’t run from him? Weren’t cats supposed to be afraid of water? He shrugged at this. Well, it was easier for him to clean Tom then. Harry blinked when Tom didn’t even flinch when he saw sat into the water.
“Strange kitten” he mumbled under his breath and began to wash his kitten.
The fur slowly but surely became white again and the pink dye was getting out of the fur and turning the water a faint pink. The bows followed swiftly and Tom was purring again when Harry stroke along his spine and his ears. Harry was making sure that Tom was thoroughly clean before taking Tom out of the water and drying him with a towel.
“There, all clean again!” he said with a small smile and made his way to the dorms.
He was sleepy and in desperately need of his bed. He didn’t really know why. But he was suddenly sleepy. He changed into his pyjamas and then slipped under the sheets with Tom drawn closely to his chest. Sleep claiming him as soon as his head hit the pillow. Harry was soon tossing and turning in his sleep. The dream he had was not something he had ever wanted to remember but it was. The worse he couldn’t wake from it. But Tom did from his tossing and turning. Harry whimpered in his sleep and sweat was trailing down his face.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the Potter brat. Why couldn’t the brat sleep peacefully like all the other times! Why did he have to be having a nightmare right now? He had such a pleasant dream too! It was about him killing Harry-Bloody-Potter finally. But when he heard the whimpering he grew curious. What the hell was the brat dreaming about? Deciding to try and see if he could still use the link between them. Voldemort closed his eyes in concentration and was not disappointed when it actually worked. Now time to find out what the brat was dreaming about.
~^*~Dream~^*~
Voldemort found himself in the graveyard where he had been reborn again. He blinked at that and smirked when he saw that Potter was bound to the tombstone and watching how he was ‘born’. He saw how the black mist was steaming out of the caldron and slowly began to from a body. The body was about 6’2 tall and muscled but not overly so. Just the right mass of it making him look sexy. The first thing you saw were crimson eyes that were like a snakes, rich black hair fall down to shoulders and Aristocratic high cheekbones and a nose where the next thing seen to be seen. Lightly tanned skin and pale lips was the next thing seen with sharp white canines poking out of the mouth when it formed into a smirk. The person was obviously male and wore dark robes.
He smirked when he saw himself standing there and then decided to watch Potter. He hadn’t really gotten a chance to watch the boy at that and his horror fried face. Too busy with his Death Eaters to that time. He was surprised when he saw no horror or fear on that face. It was just a blank expression. He studied the face some more and then noticed that this was the same Harry that had found him and not the one that had been there when he was reborn. Though the brat was dreaming this situation again? He smirked at that in sadistic glee. But he had to admit the brat had changed from their encounter two years ago.
Two years ago Potter was shorter and had shoulder length hair and was still wearing his glasses. He was a bit scrawny and skinny. He didn’t have that much of muscles and looked like a light breeze could throw him over. He was only around 5’ tall. His eyes hiding behind the glasses made him look dorky and not as frightening as now.
But that had totally changed. Potter was now around 5’5 not much of a height. His shoulder length hair was now longer and reached his mid back and was always in a low ponytail. It even was a bit curly. His glasses were gone now and his bright green eyes that looked so much like the Killing Curse were shinning even brighter than ever. His eyes were almond shaped and his scar was standing out on his pale skin with its sickly green colour. Voldemort although noticed now that Potter hadn’t that much muscles like his godfather or anyone other. No, it was more of a feminine figure. It suited him.
Voldemort blinked at that. Since when did he pay attention to things like that about Potter?
But before could think any longer about this, the scene changed to their duel. Something he hated. The brat got away from him because of this. Maybe through this watching he could avoid something like that from happening again. He watched how they duelled and Potter only defended himself from him. How he threw curse after cures after cruse at him till it came to a stop again. He scowled at that. But then he saw it. He ignored the dome that had built itself around them. He concentrated on their wands and saw it. That silver line. That tiny sliver line that connected their wands and it made click in his brain.
Now he knew why their wands connected. Not because of the core both wands shared. Oh no! That was far from it. He grinned at that. He had finally figured it out why they had connected. He chuckled at that. He wondered why he didn’t think of it earlier. It was so obvious! He was ripped from his thoughts by yelling. He scowled at the voice. Because of it the brat could flee. But he decided to watch the scene unfold.
“RUN HARRY! We make sure that he will not follow you!”Lily Potter’s voice echoed around the graveyard.
“Don’t worry. We make sure that nothing happens to you” James Potter’s voice was heard next.
“Bu-” Harry was stopped from answering when both shouted at him.
“RUN HARRY! NOW!”
Harry did run even though he didn’t want to. He sprinted to the fallen body of Cedric Diggory. When he reached the body he called for the Portkey and was gone.
The scene changed again. But this time Voldemort found himself in the Hospital Wing with Black sitting next to Harry’s sleeping form which seemed to have a nightmare. Harry whimpered in his sleep.
“No, Cedric NO!”
Black could only stare sadly at his godson and could do nothing. Voldemort actually felt a pang of guilt in his chest but quickly squashed it down. The boy was his enemy! Why should he feel remorse for him?
“No, not Cedric! Please!” Harry chocked out in his sleep.
~^*~Dream End~^*~
Voldemort blinked when he found himself thrown out of the dream, only to find that Potter had woken up next to him and was breathing heavily and crying. He felt that pang of guilt again and scowled at that. He really didn’t understand why he felt it and it made him feel uneasy. He didn’t like it when he did not know what was going on.
“Why?” he heard the broken whisper from the boy next to him and felt this time that it was like a stab. “Why did he have to die?”
Harry choked down a sob again. Why did he have to dream this again? It hurt so much to even think about it. Why did Cedric have to die? Why didn’t he take the Cup alone? Then Cedric would still be alive. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was hiccupping. Harry blinked when he felt a rough tongue licking along his cheek and the tears away. He looked down to find Tom leaning with his front paws at his chest and standing on his hind legs while he was licking his tears away. He smiled at Tom and cuddled him close to his body. At least he had Tom now here. Maybe he could help him through this.
Harry didn’t try to go back to sleep. He knew he couldn’t go back to sleep and just began to stroke Tom again lost in thought. Voldemort on the other hand was feeling the guilt in him again and he really wished that Potter hadn’t found him and that he had never accepted that damn drink. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel this guilt.
KM: That’s for chap 2!
Harry: ... why are you so mean to me?
KM: ‘CAUSE I CAN!!
Tom: ...
Lilly: O.o oh god!
Harry: How did I come here?
Lilly: Oh no! The poor boy! You monster!
KM: Why, yes thank you!
Tom (A.K.A. Voldemort as kitten): ...
Disclaimer: You guys want to see me cry don’t you?
Summary: “I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!” thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.
Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)
Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT!! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.
A/N: I will try to make the chapters longer from now on. Starting with this one! YAY!! Now get some back ground info why Harry lives with Sirius and why Voldemort was transformed into a kitten. And of course Tom gets to meet Luna and Hermione on the train!
Chapter 2
Girls, a kitten’s greatest enemy
It had been two weeks now since Harry Potter; Saviour of the wizards, Boy-Who-Lived and defeater of the Dark Lord Voldemort owed now a white little kitten. Said little kitten, better known as Tom to Harry and Devil’s Spawn to Sirius, was quite content with being Potter’s pet. Something he would vehemently deny later on when asked about it. It was not his fault that the brat knew just how and where he had to be stroked or petted right. Nor was it his fault that his kitten body was betraying him in this matter. Even so his conscience told him otherwise. Voldemort wondered why he still had it. He was sure that he had been rid of it since he had left Hogwarts.
But all his thoughts about his body and slowly but surely his mind betraying him vanished when he was being lifted up and put into a lap. Harry smiled when he heard the content purr of his kitten when he began to pet Tom. It was Tom’s favourite spot in the whole house so far. Expect the big and fluffy bed he was allowed to sleep in too even if he had to share it with Potter. He sighed in pleasure when Potter got the spot directly at the base of one of his ears. He purred loudly in content at this treatment and was slowly but surely becoming a puddle of goo in the lap of his enemy. Harry had been reading a book on Animagus when his little kitten demanded attention from him. Hedwig had been gone since last night and was delivering a letter to his sister in all but blood, Hermione Jane Granger.
He was waiting for a reply from her to something he wanted to know from her. He could only hope that the letter wouldn’t end seven feet long. Like the last time he had asked her about something. That was something he would not live through. Sure, reading from time to time is fun. But really sometimes Hermione was exaggerating with her responds. `How long does it take for an owl anyways to deliver a letter to someone?´ he grumbled in his thoughts. He was getting tired of waiting for Hedwig to come. He really needed the information and it would be good before school started again. Which were only a few days away from now on. He had already gotten his things for school.
He was only happy that his potion essay was finished which he had dreaded to do and made sure to make it as late as possible though he could enjoy the summer holidays. More like playing pranks with Sirius on a certain Bumble Queen. Harry turned a page in his book and nearly jumped out of his comfortable armchair when he heard a tapping coming from the window. He lifted his head and smiled when he saw that it was Hedwig who had the reply from Hermione with her. He put his book away and lifted Tom into his arms and then went over to the window and let Hedwig in.
“Hey, there girl” Harry said softly to the snowy white owl that was now sitting on his left shoulder.
Hedwig nipped gently at his ear and hooted softly. She held her leg out for him to take the letter and waited for the owl treats. Harry chuckled at this and made his way over to the table where the treats were laying and let Hedwig have her go on them while he read the letter. Voldemort on the other hand was watching Potter after he had stopped petting him and glared at the letter. Because of it Potter had stopped his treatment on him. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. But it did. He actually liked it to be in this form if it meant to get petted and stroked by Potter.
“YES! I knew it!” Harry cackled while rubbing his hands together in sadistic glee. “That was all I needed you old coot! Now I have enough dirt on you!”
Voldemort was blinking at his enemy. He was disturbed at the sight. Something like this should be forbidden. Harry Potter should not ever in his entire life cackle like this. It was just a wrong picture and gave you chills like it did right now. But somehow the chills weren’t those of fright. Oh no far from it. It was the opposite if it and Voldemort wondered why it was like this and the other things that had happened to him while he was in this body and around Potter since his transformation into a kitten. It actually frightened him. But now he had other matters to wonder about. He wondered what was written in the letter that it made Potter react like that. He jumped onto the table and stalked over to the letter. Eager to know what was written in it.
Harry had meanwhile left the room and was in search of Sirius leaving Voldemort alone with the letter.
HOW THE HELL DID YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT! I mean did you spy on me? Or was it that obvious? Regardless I beg you to not tell anyone about this and I give you the information you wanted from me.
Well, as you had already suspected, our dear Headmaster had began to sprout that you were slowly going insane. But thanks to Fred and George, I found out that he didn’t stop there. Remember how you told me about the fact that he stole from you after you visited Gringrotts with Sirius and made everything right there?
Dumbledore had not only done this but even bribed the Ministry with your money. Making sure that he had loyal followers in it that despite you. I fear that he did not stop there. Harry, in the will of your parents you were never ever meant to be given to your relatives! Dumbledore had placed you there on purpose like you suspected in the end of our first year. But that is not the worse, after you have defeated Voldemort; Dumbledore wants to throw you into Azkaban. Out of fear that you are going dark and be the next Dark Lord. He has already told so the Ministry of your supposed going dark.
But I found out more. Dumbledore first wanted you to go and knock up Ginny. Fred and George told me about it when they came back from a visit from the Burrow. The worse is though that the other members of the Weasely family agree in this expect Fred, George, Charlie and Bill. He even arranged a marriage contract for the both of you. But because he is not your magical guardian it is null and void. You have luck in this one. Like you always do, dear brother of mine.
As you have asked of me, I asked my parents to let me go and visit the Ministry. It was rather easy to go in there and try to find the prophesy, I remember how you told me that it sounded so fake and that there is always a copy of it and could only be touched by the one that is involved with it. I hadn’t found the copy and not even the destroyed one. When I was there, guess who was there too? Of course you know! Our dear Headmaster was there and was talking with one Lucius Malfoy about the fake prophesy and how it was working so well for them.
But they did not have counted with the fact that Sirius would come and take you away from the Dursleys but nonetheless hoped you would still believe him. They had been talking a bit too loudly though that I could hear them very good.
Oh don’t give me that look! FINE!! I spied on them. Happy?
Anywho, they were talking about a way to get you under a love potion because it didn’t seem that you had any interest in Ginny whatsoever. They want to use the fact that you would do anything for her then in their little plan. But I doubt that they have counted on the facts that you are much more of a Slytherin than they thought. I even heard that they had some plan for Voldemort. But I couldn’t really hear what it was about.
I hope I could help you with this information. Fred and George say ‘Hi’. I see you on the train.
With lots of love,
Your sister in all but blood,
Hermione’
Voldemort blinked a few times after reading the letter. It took a few minutes till it sunk in what was written in the letter and his eyes widened. Lucius. His name was in the letter and he had talked with Dumbledore and thought about a plan to get rid of him. Not only that but he had even used Potter to get what he wanted. But what angered him the most was that the supposed prophesy was a fake one. Not real. His eyes flashed with anger at that. He had been played by Dumbledore again. That was something unforgiving! But that was not the worse. His second in command had betrayed him. He was the one that had planned this on purpose with the old Bumblebee Queen. He growled lowly and jumped of the table. He needed to go and torture something, better yet kill something. It would make him feel certainly better about this whole situation.
He wanted to kill the old coot and his EX- second in command. Both deserved it and should pay dearly for doing this to him. The humiliation of it all! He was stalking along the hallways in search of a pray that he could kill and or torture. He was hissing and growling all the way. Unknown to him he was waking Walburga’s portrait by doing so. Though it was a real surprise when he heard a woman’s screeching about blood purity and filthy blood traitors living in her house.
“TRAITORS, YOU FILTHY BLOOD TRAITORS! HOW DARE YOU LIVE HERE IN MY HOUSE AND SPREAD YOUR FILTH AROUND HERE! YOU AREN’T WORTHY OF MY LORD’S MERCY SHOULD HE FIND YO-”
But the screaming was met with a loud meowing of distress from a white kitten. Voldemort was so surprised at hearing the loud screeching of the portrait that he yowled loudly and then broke into a mad dash. Thanks to being a kitten now his senses were sharper than ever and he heard the screeching louder than you would normally. He felt as if his ears were bleeding from the screaming and ran blindly away from the portrait. His mind was screaming at him to go and find a safe place till, as much as he loathed admitting it, Potter came and found him. His mind told him that he was a safe person and would make sure that everything would be okay for him like he had done so in the last two weeks. He hated this thought but his kitten side was telling him that this was right even though his human side was not agreeing with it.
But he was now driven by his instincts and those instincts were only getting stronger thanks to his kitten side. He hated it. His human mind knew that nothing was wrong and that there was nothing to be afraid. But his kitten mind was driven by instincts now and those were stronger than his logic. He didn’t even notice how Black was screaming at his mother to be silent or how he had passed his owner. Said owner was looking confused till he heard the screeching of one Walburga Black.
“Not again...” he muttered while running after his Tom. He snickered at that thought. “Why can’t she be silent forever?”
He hated that woman and her damn screams. He cursed her portrait and ran in the direction of his room. He hoped that his kitten was in there. If not. Well, then he would have fun to search for Tom in the whole damn house. He only hoped that Kreacher was not the one to find him then. He really needed to do some research for destroying that damn portrait. Rather sooner than later. He still didn’t know how Sirius could live with her together in all those years even when the woman was still alive and not a portrait. He grumbled under his breath about damn annoying portraits and entered his room. Sure enough after just entering he heard a pitiful mew coming from under his bed.
He sighed loudly and made his way over to his bed. He crouched low on the ground and looked under the bed and tried to coax the kitten out under the bed with a soft smile and talking in a soothing, comforting voice.
“Come out, Tom.” he said on a low soothing voice to the huddled together kitten. “There is nothing to be afraid out here. Just me”
Voldemort was actually finding this rather amusing to watch his enemy be on all fours and begging him to come out. He was cackling like mad in his thoughts and amusement was dancing in his scarlet eyes. This was a sight he would never forget and make sure that his enemy would never live down.
“Come on, Tom. Don’t you want to be cuddled instead being under this bed?” Harry asked while slowly inching under the bed to get to his kitten.
Voldemort on the other hand had just gotten some... pictures in his mind that he shouldn’t have. He was berating himself for getting them in the first place. But it was no use. They were just coming back with a greater force. Those pictures were of him and Harry ‘cuddling’ naked on the bed while the boy was flushed a nice shade of red and moaning and writhing under him. `What the hell´ was Voldemort’s only thought to this. `I can’t think something like this about Potter! Of all damn people! Why has it to be Potter! He is my enemy for crying out loud!´
While Tom was lost on thought Harry had meanwhile gotten to him and was crawling out under the bed. But not without bumping his head a good few times. When he was finally standing and had Tom safely in his arms did he rub his poor and bed abused head. He hissed when he came in contact with the bump there. He hissed in Parseltongue curses and let himself down on his bed. Voldemort was meanwhile ripped away from his fantasies to hear his enemy hiss in the only language that only they could talk and understand. If he were a human he would be blushing by the words he heard.
But he isn’t. Instead he mewed loudly and dug his claws into Harry’s arms. He wanted to be petted damn it! It was too long since the last time he was petted. Inside his mind was Voldemort meanwhile banging his head against a wall for even thinking such thoughts about Potter and the being petted part. He was doomed, utterly doomed with those thoughts. Harry hissed in pain when Tom dug his claws into his arms. He glared down at the little puffball and then smirked while he began to pet Tom.
“You know” he started inwardly laughing when Tom’s ears perk up. “I am taking you with me to Hogwarts and there are girls. Girls that would love to get their hands on you”
Tom stiffened when he heard that. No way would the brat let that happen to him. Handing him over to some girls though they can have him dressed up and other things he did not dare to think about. He shuddered at the thoughts of this. It was just unholy, inhuman and completely evil. If it were not him in this situation then he would laugh about it. But alas he was and he could not change it. Harry smiled when he felt how the claws slowly retreated back and out of his flesh. He petted Tom and slowly lay down on his bed. In three days he would be back at school. With that old goat that made his life hell. He really couldn’t wait for it. He sighed and let himself drift off into a light slumber, all the while being warily eyed by a certain white kitten.
~*~Time skip 3 days Hogwarts Express~*~
Harry was sitting in an empty compartment and waiting for Luna and Hermione. Tom was sitting in his lap and taking a nap while purring like a motorboat. He lifted his head when the door to his compartment slid open and the girls he had been waiting for entered. He grinned at them and mention for them to take a seat. But before he could great them he heard two loud squeals and a mew in distress. `Seems that they found Tom now...´ he chuckled at that thought and watched in amusement how the two were fussing about Tom. Tom on the other hand didn’t like it that those two... THINGS were touching him! He growled in distress and hissed at them.
But the two girls ignored him in favour of gushing over him. He didn’t want to be touched by them, let alone petted! Only Potter was allowed to do this to him. He sulked about that fact that he thought like this about the Potter brat. He gave Potter the kitty-eyes in hopes he took pity on him and rescued him from those devils. Harry took indeed pity on his kitten when he saw the look.
“Luna, Hermione, leave Tom alone. I think he doesn’t like it the way you handle him” he said with amusement clearly shown in his voice. “In fact, I think he doesn’t like you at all when I interpret the hissing correct from him”
“Awww” the girls cooed.
“But he is soo adorable!” said Hermione and handed the kitten back Harry.
“Yes! Nearly as adorable as Squareknas!”
Harry laughed at Luna’s words. Trust Luna to find his kitten as adorable as whatever it is she was talking about. Hermione just huffed at that. She still didn’t understand Luna’s speech but Harry seemed to do and besides. The girl had grown onto her.
“By the way Harry how was your summer?” asked him Hermione.
“The usual!” he said with a smirk. “Sirius and I made Bumble’s life a living hell! Especially with the letter you sent to me. It was a great help”
“Oh really?” she said with an equal smirk in her face.
Voldemort oddly wondered if he was still in the right universe. Because he was sure that no way in hell would something like this is happening. Even though he had read the letter it was still somewhat unnerving to see Harry Potter act like this. But all those thoughts left him when he was stroked behind his left ear again. The boy really knew where to pet and stroke him right! Merlin this was heaven for him. He listened half heartedly to their talk about their summer and was soon drifting off to sleep when those heavenly hands kept stroking him.
It was nearly two hours later that Voldemort awoke. Not really interested in the conversation that was still going on he choose to look around. When he saw that the three were already in the school robes he knew that they were near Hogwarts. He tilted his head to the side which was a big mistake. The next minute he found himself nearly squished to death by the girl’s breasts. Harry was watching his kitten being nearly squashed to death and how Hermione and Luna were putting bows into his fur. Where the hell did they get them anyways from? `Traitor! You damn traitor! How can you let something like this happening to me!´ thought Voldemort and glared at Potter with all his might.
But it was no use. It had not affect on Potter and made the girls only coo over him more. He was sulking in his mind about this. Harry on the other hand thought that Tom had suffered enough and decided to help his kitten out. Really, in only five minutes Luna and Hermione had somehow managed to place over twenty different bows into Tom and dyeing his fur in pink. He shuddered at that. He had to clean his Tom and it seemed that Tom didn’t like his new look either. And that had all just happened on their way to the carriages!
“My poor kitten” he whispered while entering a carriage after they had left the train station.
Said poor kitten was mewling at him. Harry chuckled at him and began to stroke Tom. Not really in the mood of talking. Just sitting and watching the scenery flew by when they made their way up to the old castle. The carriage was empty safe for himself and Tom. It was something that made Harry very glad and happy but on the other hand put him on edge. He knew that there was never a carriage for only one person. If there was then he would have taken it every time he went to Hogwarts. It gave him an uneasy feeling. Like something big was going to happen in Hogwarts. He didn’t like it one bit.
Voldemort on the other hand had narrowed his eyes in deep thought and was trying to find out at what the old coot was playing at. Even he knew that there was never one carriage for just one student. The old bumble whore had to be planning something and Potter must know this too then when he saw his face darken with, what he assumed hatred. It confused him. The Potter brat and hatred just didn’t belong together. But when he thought about it and the letter he had read three days ago. It did make some sense. But before he could think any longer on this he fell from Potter’s lap when the carriage came to a stop. He yelped and hissed at Potter for daring to laugh at him.
Harry laughed at the look Tom was giving him and stood from his place to scope the little kitten up in his arms.
“Aww my poor kitten” he said with laughter in his voice. “Come on let’s clean you!”
Somehow Voldemort didn’t like the way that Potter was talking to him especially when he said ‘cleaning him’. He tensed in the arms of Potter and was ready to jump but before he could even think about doing it. Hands were beginning to stroke him along his spine. He mewled in pleasure at that and was already berating his body again for this traitorous act.
“My, Tom, you shouldn’t sulk like this! I mean you look...cute?” Harry said with laughter when he saw Tom’s expression when he finally got a good look at himself in a window.
Voldemort hissed at his reflection when he saw himself. What had those, those damn things done to him! He looked ugly and was reeking of perfume! He hated his new look and Potter wasn’t helping him in this matter. He sulked at that and wished that he was clean again and looking like the kitten that Potter had found and liked so much. He froze up when he heard those thoughts coming from himself. That couldn’t be true! `Oh by Merlin’s beard! I was too much around Potter! That has to be it. I would never think like this of him that way. Or even dare to think about those lines! I have to stop this or who knows what I will do next! Maybe think of him as a –shudder- friend! Merlin forbid!´
Harry on the other hand was obvious to these thoughts and just went to the Gryffindor common room and then to the bathroom. He needed to clean a kitten besides one night without food wouldn’t kill him. When Harry was at a sink and let water in though Tom wouldn’t drown he had to wonder. Why was it that Tom hadn’t run from him? Weren’t cats supposed to be afraid of water? He shrugged at this. Well, it was easier for him to clean Tom then. Harry blinked when Tom didn’t even flinch when he saw sat into the water.
“Strange kitten” he mumbled under his breath and began to wash his kitten.
The fur slowly but surely became white again and the pink dye was getting out of the fur and turning the water a faint pink. The bows followed swiftly and Tom was purring again when Harry stroke along his spine and his ears. Harry was making sure that Tom was thoroughly clean before taking Tom out of the water and drying him with a towel.
“There, all clean again!” he said with a small smile and made his way to the dorms.
He was sleepy and in desperately need of his bed. He didn’t really know why. But he was suddenly sleepy. He changed into his pyjamas and then slipped under the sheets with Tom drawn closely to his chest. Sleep claiming him as soon as his head hit the pillow. Harry was soon tossing and turning in his sleep. The dream he had was not something he had ever wanted to remember but it was. The worse he couldn’t wake from it. But Tom did from his tossing and turning. Harry whimpered in his sleep and sweat was trailing down his face.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the Potter brat. Why couldn’t the brat sleep peacefully like all the other times! Why did he have to be having a nightmare right now? He had such a pleasant dream too! It was about him killing Harry-Bloody-Potter finally. But when he heard the whimpering he grew curious. What the hell was the brat dreaming about? Deciding to try and see if he could still use the link between them. Voldemort closed his eyes in concentration and was not disappointed when it actually worked. Now time to find out what the brat was dreaming about.
~^*~Dream~^*~
Voldemort found himself in the graveyard where he had been reborn again. He blinked at that and smirked when he saw that Potter was bound to the tombstone and watching how he was ‘born’. He saw how the black mist was steaming out of the caldron and slowly began to from a body. The body was about 6’2 tall and muscled but not overly so. Just the right mass of it making him look sexy. The first thing you saw were crimson eyes that were like a snakes, rich black hair fall down to shoulders and Aristocratic high cheekbones and a nose where the next thing seen to be seen. Lightly tanned skin and pale lips was the next thing seen with sharp white canines poking out of the mouth when it formed into a smirk. The person was obviously male and wore dark robes.
He smirked when he saw himself standing there and then decided to watch Potter. He hadn’t really gotten a chance to watch the boy at that and his horror fried face. Too busy with his Death Eaters to that time. He was surprised when he saw no horror or fear on that face. It was just a blank expression. He studied the face some more and then noticed that this was the same Harry that had found him and not the one that had been there when he was reborn. Though the brat was dreaming this situation again? He smirked at that in sadistic glee. But he had to admit the brat had changed from their encounter two years ago.
Two years ago Potter was shorter and had shoulder length hair and was still wearing his glasses. He was a bit scrawny and skinny. He didn’t have that much of muscles and looked like a light breeze could throw him over. He was only around 5’ tall. His eyes hiding behind the glasses made him look dorky and not as frightening as now.
But that had totally changed. Potter was now around 5’5 not much of a height. His shoulder length hair was now longer and reached his mid back and was always in a low ponytail. It even was a bit curly. His glasses were gone now and his bright green eyes that looked so much like the Killing Curse were shinning even brighter than ever. His eyes were almond shaped and his scar was standing out on his pale skin with its sickly green colour. Voldemort although noticed now that Potter hadn’t that much muscles like his godfather or anyone other. No, it was more of a feminine figure. It suited him.
Voldemort blinked at that. Since when did he pay attention to things like that about Potter?
But before could think any longer about this, the scene changed to their duel. Something he hated. The brat got away from him because of this. Maybe through this watching he could avoid something like that from happening again. He watched how they duelled and Potter only defended himself from him. How he threw curse after cures after cruse at him till it came to a stop again. He scowled at that. But then he saw it. He ignored the dome that had built itself around them. He concentrated on their wands and saw it. That silver line. That tiny sliver line that connected their wands and it made click in his brain.
Now he knew why their wands connected. Not because of the core both wands shared. Oh no! That was far from it. He grinned at that. He had finally figured it out why they had connected. He chuckled at that. He wondered why he didn’t think of it earlier. It was so obvious! He was ripped from his thoughts by yelling. He scowled at the voice. Because of it the brat could flee. But he decided to watch the scene unfold.
“RUN HARRY! We make sure that he will not follow you!”Lily Potter’s voice echoed around the graveyard.
“Don’t worry. We make sure that nothing happens to you” James Potter’s voice was heard next.
“Bu-” Harry was stopped from answering when both shouted at him.
“RUN HARRY! NOW!”
Harry did run even though he didn’t want to. He sprinted to the fallen body of Cedric Diggory. When he reached the body he called for the Portkey and was gone.
The scene changed again. But this time Voldemort found himself in the Hospital Wing with Black sitting next to Harry’s sleeping form which seemed to have a nightmare. Harry whimpered in his sleep.
“No, Cedric NO!”
Black could only stare sadly at his godson and could do nothing. Voldemort actually felt a pang of guilt in his chest but quickly squashed it down. The boy was his enemy! Why should he feel remorse for him?
“No, not Cedric! Please!” Harry chocked out in his sleep.
~^*~Dream End~^*~
Voldemort blinked when he found himself thrown out of the dream, only to find that Potter had woken up next to him and was breathing heavily and crying. He felt that pang of guilt again and scowled at that. He really didn’t understand why he felt it and it made him feel uneasy. He didn’t like it when he did not know what was going on.
“Why?” he heard the broken whisper from the boy next to him and felt this time that it was like a stab. “Why did he have to die?”
Harry choked down a sob again. Why did he have to dream this again? It hurt so much to even think about it. Why did Cedric have to die? Why didn’t he take the Cup alone? Then Cedric would still be alive. Tears were running down his cheeks and he was hiccupping. Harry blinked when he felt a rough tongue licking along his cheek and the tears away. He looked down to find Tom leaning with his front paws at his chest and standing on his hind legs while he was licking his tears away. He smiled at Tom and cuddled him close to his body. At least he had Tom now here. Maybe he could help him through this.
Harry didn’t try to go back to sleep. He knew he couldn’t go back to sleep and just began to stroke Tom again lost in thought. Voldemort on the other hand was feeling the guilt in him again and he really wished that Potter hadn’t found him and that he had never accepted that damn drink. Then maybe he wouldn’t feel this guilt.
KM: That’s for chap 2!
Harry: ... why are you so mean to me?
KM: ‘CAUSE I CAN!!
Tom: ...