Black Cat

A/N I want everyone to know that this is not just a Snarry fic, although they are the main couple. Harry will become enticed by several different boys and I don't know, yet if I'm going to let him go as far in to sex as I'm going to with Snape and Harry. I'm sure I won't.

Also, I want to know if you want me to make it in to MPreg. I'm prone to write it, but I want to be sure the viewers desire it as well. And if I do write this fic with MPreg in it, it want be in till later on, because Snape and Harry will not be having sex right away.

Oh, and I'm also going to be following Harry's sixth year through the book, but I'm going to be changing a lot and keeping most of what's in it.

Anyways enjoy what I've got so far

Chapter 1: The Curse

On the Morning of his sixteenth birthday Harry woke up, around his usual time past seven. Outside you could see the thick heavy clouds predicting rain. Nothing seemed out of place, in fact it felt like any other day of the week, where the gloomy feeling of doom hung over head. War was like that after all. You could try to ignore the fear and pretend life was normal, but the panic was already there and no way could you go back to the way things were.

Yet, that morning was to be an incredible turning point in Harry's life, but first he had to fully wake up and realize the reason why Ron was no longer snoring or minus saying a single word of 'good morning'. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes Harry picked up his glasses and laid them across his nose, just to yank them back off as soon as they blurred his vision.

'How strange,' he pondered realizing his vision was absolutely perfect in fact he could see the white leaning lying across his legs perfectly. He never noticed the golden thread that lined the blanket before, how unusual.

"Ron!" he cried out to the red haired boy lying across from him, just to pause at the dumbstruck face his friend was casting at him. He almost look like a fish out of water with the way his mouth was wide open and bobbing up and down with out a sound coming from him. That is in till...

"MOM!!!"

Harry flinched from the cry as if Ron sounded a blow horn in to his ears. Once again the strangeness of the situation became more confusing, why was his hearing more enhanced then usual. He lifted both hands to the sides of his head just to come back in shock, 'Where were his ears!?'

The sound of stampeding footsteps were heard dashing down the hall, strange once again that he could hear this when he no longer had anyway Ears! After a moment the redheaded mother of the Weasley clan burst through the door, startling Harry to jump, quit gracefully, out of bed.

"What's wrong!? Is some thing..." She cut herself off as she finally took notice of Harry standing beside his bed, the same silly look crossed the womans face as she took him in.

Now Harry was truly confused, some thing most of happened to his appearance that it shocked the two so bad...after a moment a thought came to him. "Did the twins do something to me!? Do I have an extra eye or some thing?"

Ron sighed as he climbed out of bed a chuckle came after, "That must be it."

But, some thing still wasn't right, Molly still stood staring at Harry. Yet, this time her face was the most downhearted he had ever seen her. "That's not it, Harry." she replied in a reserved voice. "You'd better come with me, I have to tell Dumbledore of this."

"What!? Tell Dumbledore of what!?" he hated shouting at the only woman who was like a mother to him, but how this day was starting he really couldn't fight down the panic. She looked away from him, but pointed towards the mirror lying propped up on Ron's dresser. Harry shifted across the room to take a look at what had everyone in such alarm.

Upon first glance he noticed nothing, in till he took in the very noticeable pair of furry appendages on top the black mass of hair on his head, "Oh God." But, the distress didn't stop there. His eyes were still the same emerald green that were given to him by his mother, yet the black pupil was now slitted instead of circular. Fangs were also noticeably pointed inside his mouth and his finger nails were longer and sharp like claws.

He backed away knees hitting the bed behind him causing him to sit, "What's happen to me?"

***

Time passed swiftly and Harry, had yet to remove himself from the numb state he placed himself under. The shock from the morning still in his mind as everyone ate breakfast all trying and failing not to look at the cat-like Harry sitting with them at the table. Fleur even seemed subdued, although she did gasp quit loudly when she got her first glimpse of him, but the deadly glare from Molly quited the rambunctious beauty. At the moment Molly, himself, as well as Ron and Hermione waited for the arrival of Albus Dumbledore.

Hopefully, the man could fix this, but from the way the man arrived that coming afternoon, Harry's hope left him all together. The twinkle was no longer there and the look of guilt built Harry's anger right up. He glared at the man, but politely stayed silent. He could not risk an explosion like he had several months ago after Sirius death.

"I'm sorry." The aged man looked away from Harry his voice seemed pained with sadness, and Harry's glare dissipated as well as the burning anger inside of him. "Tell me, Professor, what's happened to me?"

"I wanted to tell you before, but I couldn't risk it. I thought the glamor I placed over you when you were still just a babe would last several years longer then this. I should of taken the inheritance more in to mind."

He cast a weary look towards the confused boy , "Harry, you were born a black cat."

"You see, decades ago in Merlin's time a curse was set upon wizarding kind by the witch Morgana. This curse only comes out in one child born within a single century, the black cat of wizarding kind. Not much is known of the curse, only that the child will have the appearance of a cat. The reason why we know so little of the black cat curse is because every child born with this defect was destroyed before it reached it's first year."

"I had to save you, Harry. I did not know the reaction that your birth defect would cause on the ministry and the fact that Voldemort himself was after you, so I had to bound the cat inside of you."

"But...can't you bound the cat back inside me?" Harry asked hopefully. He really did not want to be seen as the curse of the wizarding world. After all being the proclaimed "chosen one" was bad enough, becoming an abomination was not an option for him right now.

"I'll try, Harry, but the fact that it reawakened on your sixteenth birthday means it might not go away so easily. Like I said so little of this curse is known, I could possibly cause more damage."

Harry shuck his head, "I don't care! I don't want this!"

With a nod of his head, Dumbeldore cast every spell he knew of, without effect.

***

That night Harry's birthday party was not only subdued by Harry's new look, but by the many disappearances happening. Harry only tuned them out, usually head be listening full heartedly to the events, but now that no one seemed able to look him in the eyes he felt dejected and just wanted to go back to bed praying tomorrow morning he'd wake up with every thing being nothing more then a dream.

The only one in the house not treating Harry any differently was Hermione, but that's only because she herself knew nothing on the curse of the black cat. Harry was positive as soon as they get back to Hogwarts she'd be in the library trying to find out all she could to help her friend. Although, Harry doubted she'd find anything. If Dumbledore himself couldn't fix this Hermione was a very slim chance indeed.

Harry wasn't able to go out in public, that is in till Hogwarts began. The man said the best way in to coming out to the public is by your own terms, and with Harry in Hogwarts he'd be as safe as Hogwarts could possibly offer. Harry didn't mind he'd rather not appear at Hogwarts in such a way, but he'd rather it be in front of his piers then in front of a crowd of hungry reporters.

Shaking his head, Harry looked up at the furious face of Mrs. Weasley, "I think I'll head up to bed now. I'm to tired to stay up any longer."

The pitiful look she gave him was to heart-wrenching that Harry just picked himself up and left for bed, ignoring the silence and stares left in his wake.

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A/N Well, that's it for right now, please leave a review and the answer for MPreg. Just to let you know I'm not one who's prone to update soon (in fact I'm known to take long periods of time updating). But, I have high hopes for this, keep your fingers crossed. I know I will.