Cursed Cats

Disclaimer:style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> All together now… I don’t own Harry class=GramE>Potter, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling

Shanks once
again cursed the misfortune that was his life as he peered cautiously from
beneath the bed where he had taken refuge.
He winced as a book crashed off a wall and hit the floor class=SpellE>scuddering to a halt only inches
away from the edge of his shelter.
Something else thudded against the wall behind him, dislodging a mirror
with its vibrations, sending it crashing to the ground.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

‘Absolutely,
bloody brilliant’ he thought. That was class=GramE>all hisstyle=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> Seven years of mishap, mayhem and
misfortune. Why, oh why couldn’t he live
in the normal world where such things were of no consequence, where mere
superstition didn’t really hold true unless you truly believed it.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> But no, he had wound up in the magical realm
where there were rules about this sort of thing and no exceptions made
regardless of whether you dismissed the validity of a curse.

Curses,
curses, at the end of the day his whole life boiled down to sodding
curses. It was a curse that had got him
stuck in his present feline form. It was
a curse that was the cause of his owner’s temporary descent into mindless
violence. And it would be the breaking
of his curse that would guide his waking actions for the foreseeable future.

He
retreated back quickly to the centre of his refuge as more and more objects hit
the walls and the floor. Banging on the
door revealed that others had become aware of the situation in the room.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He knew that they were not concerned for his class=GramE>welfare, only that of his mistress, but still saving her
from herself in this case would protect him too.

The door
burst open, splinters of wood flying everywhere, embedding into the floor, the
wall and from the pained shrieks, his mistress.
With care he moved forward to assess the damage.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He was not concerned, he told himself
sternly, Colm Shanks would
never concern himself over a slip of a girl. And neither for that matter would
any self respecting tomcat, a tiny voice in his mind added, which he rapidly
shushed. It was starting to worry him
how his animal instincts wbegibeginning to take over his mind.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He feared that if he continued in his present
state for much longer it would slowly but surely push out the mind of the man
that he had been. Well, not a man, a
leprechaun. And not just any leprechaun,
Prince of the West Counties leprechauns he had been.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He supposed his annoying, and far less
handsome, cousin now had that title.
‘Well’ he thought, ‘hopefully I’ll egaiegaining that title soon.’

However
that all depended on breaking the curse he was under.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> And that in turn required the assistance of
his human owner who, unfortunately, was currently lying flat on her back with
rather nasty looking slivers of wood sticking out of her.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> It conjured to his mind a rather vivid image
he had once seen on the fuzzy picture box in her family house from a film
called Hellraiser.

Oh god, if
she had turned into that all his plans would be ruined!style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'>

He padded
over to her, taking care to avoid the sharp pieces of wood that were scattered
over the floor. She was unconscious.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> He lifted his head up and deliberately threw
an accusing stare at creature that had done this to her.

Behind
wire-framed spectacles, green eyes widened in horror at the sight of the girl
passed out on the floor. From behind him
a ginger haired boy peered over his shoulder and dropped his jaw open.

“class=SpellE>Crikes, Harry! You
were only meant to open the door, not blast it to kingdom come!”

The clatter
of rapidly approaching footsteps interrupted whatever was going to be said
next. Two more figures appeared in the
doorway. The elderly woman, who had just
arrived, barely paused to take in the scene before rushing into the room to
tend to the stricken child, uttering oaths and exclamations as she did so.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> The tall, slightly intimidating gentleman did
not enter the room, though his eyes made a thorough sweep of the debris inside,
before turning and settling on the two boys in front of him who had turned
deathly pale in his presence.

Before
either could utter a sound he pushed them out of the way as Hermione’s
levitated body moved out into the corridor followed by a grim-faced Professor
McGonagall. Only after they had vanished
out of sight did Professor Snape remove his arm from the boys, allowing them to
move away from the wall.

Harry and
Ron looked up into his eyes and saw gleaming fury.style=\'mso-spacerun:yes\'> As one they both gulped.

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