Prompt #3: Transfiguration

There was a large cloud of orange smoke and a sound like someone blowing their nose very loudly, and Crookshanks felt...strange.

With a yowl he darted off the desk, but his uncoordinated limbs flailed wildly and he landed in a heap with a crash. His front legs felt too short and his back legs too long and everything was smaller and he was too far off the ground--

"...Oh my."

Crookshanks, a berragled and harrassed redhead in rust orange garb, regarded the three sets of eyes looking at him in indignance.

The joys of living with Hermione Granger.