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MissWeasley · 03-19-2010, 05:29 PM

Great post Connie. I love your comments to our questions. It allows us still another glimpse into your story. And you can say what you wish... but your long posts are excellent. They allow the reader to get more involved in your story. Great Work!
Katie

EllaKins! · 03-20-2010, 04:23 AM

I didn't read all of the chapters yet but from what I have read so far is great! Keep up the great work!

MollyW. · 03-21-2010, 11:08 PM

Well Mom...short chapter though it is, it's still intriguing. Hey, post all the comments and replies you feel like...don't worry about the length of that and don't apologize for it. If someone was interested in your story and not the comments/replies, he can skip that and just go to the meat. So...pm me and tell me what things Tom had to take care of? te hee he I like that Tom was able to search Voltemort and discover some about him. Too bad he couldn't reach Sirius' mind and help him

In a completely related, totally Harry Potter subject..can I come do laundry at your house tomorrow after I take Avery to school? lol

Lord Greenie · 03-21-2010, 11:20 PM

love ur story momma and come on tom get that ol bad bad peterrrr the rat that he is

veggie_potter · 03-23-2010, 10:52 PM

Ohhhhh, great post! It send shivers down my spine. I think you captured the true essence of the horrific crime of Peter and Voldemort. I wonder how the Auror's did find him so quickly? I guess when someone defies the Statute of Secrecy to a severe degree some notification would take charge. Grrrrrrrr. That Peter. I can't wait to see what Tom does next. Brilliant post! Keep 'em comin'!

tina6080 · 03-24-2010, 12:22 AM

will Tom ever get to talk to Sirius? cant wait for more!

Obi-Wan K'Lari · 03-25-2010, 05:43 PM

Ooooohhhh gosh! Amazing post Conners! Better reply later!

Connie · 03-26-2010, 03:57 AM

Harita: Hi ya Harita. Thanks for always being here.

Miss Weasley: Hello Katie, how’s, DESTINED FOR DEFEAT -Sa16+ in The High Security Vault, doing? You haven’t posted on your tremendous story for awhile now. Thank you for your kind and very sweet comments.

Draco 21: Hello! Thank you and welcome to my story, and our family. Hope you stay with us, and

right back at you!

Molly W.: Hi sweetheart! A little intrigue is good to move the story along. Yes? I guess you’re right. People can skip to the story, if they don’t want to wade through the replies. Sorry Stephie, you’ll have to find out with the rest of the gang. Yeah, I wish those “Aurors?” hadn’t showed up when they did. Laundry?

I’m sure Harry Potter has to do laundry. He doesn’t come here to do it though,

but you can anytime.

Lord Greenie: Hey Son! Thanks Greenie, you’re always so sweet. Yeah, erggg That Peter is a dirty rat isn’t he. The story would be a lot different if Tom could get that dirty little rat. I’m so glad you love my story.

Veggie_Potter: Hi Stef, thanks a lot! The Aurors I assume was sent by Dumbledore. They were s’pose to go directly to the Potter’s house, but, you know how the Ministry is. Make sure the tip is legit, get that paperwork done, make sure you don’t assign anyone the job who might get some overtime from it. You know, important government things. When they did finally get there, everything was all over with. All they found was the shell of the Potter house and a lot of destruction, and blood. Plus the three that showed up when Peter was blown up … oops, I nearly spilled the beans!

Much more on that subject later. Not spilled beans, the Aurors…

Tina6080: Hi sweetie. Umm, Does Tom get to talk to Sirius? I guess it’s safe to say our werecat will get to talk to him in chapter 26.

Can’t tell you the name of the chapter yet. Next chapter I can.

And speaking of cats,

I hope your little kitty is doing better.

Obi-Wan-K’Lari: Hello K’Lari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks so much! You always make me feel so good. It doesn’t matter how much you say. It’s what you say that matters, and saying my post is Amazing is Ace’s! Thanks so much!

Hope everyone enjoys the chapter tonight. Some milk and cookies might be needed to get you through it. It’s a long one. Thank you everyone for reading, and as always feel free to comment. And by the way. Congratulations to Miss Weasley for making the 100th post. This chapter is dedicated to you.

CHPTER - EIGHTEEN

A Time for Wandering, and Wandering Rewarded

For ten years Tom wandered aimlessly trying to grasp any clue as to the where abouts Peter had gone to. It was as if Peter had fallen off the face of the Earth. However, this day was to be the day he would happen upon some information he could really use.

He just finished a huge slab of ham from the butcher for the eradication of the rat population, and lay down napping on the sunny window ledge, when he overheard a conversation some cats were having. They spotted a rat bigger than any of them had ever seen in the pocket of a boy’s robe. They had followed the boy around hoping the rat would escape the pocket and go scurrying as rats like to do. As luck would have it, the boy stopped at the bakery.

The aroma coming from inside was enough to entice anyone to come in and have some delicious delectable’s, much more for a boy who after all, only had three bacon sandwiches for breakfast. He had asked his parents could they please just get one. “Ron! Watch Scabbers, he’s getting away! Catch him!” The door opened with a mother and a very delighted little girl coming out, the little girl was trying to get her mouth opened wide enough to bite into her warm sticky bun. Scabbers ran in the bakery, and the cats jumped onto the window ledge watching. He ran behind a row of cabinets, and in a second came out from behind those cabinets a man. The little fat man walked backward to the counter and grabbed the first thing he felt and walked hurriedly out the back door. The cats ran behind the bakery, and what they saw in the alley was a large rat, eating the bun the man had just lifted.

Tom was sitting up now, fully paying attention to the story. They dropped down in a crouch ready to pounce on it. The rat had seen their shadows and darted swiftly away. They were hot on its trail when it reached the front street. “Here he is, Mom. Scabbers, get back in here and behave!” The cats went on talking how they would next ambush the rat. The family had gone into a small park to have their lunch they had brought with them from home to save money. All the kids were going to attend Hogwarts again next year and they needed to be thrifty with the little amount of gold they had.

Tom reflected back on how much time had passed since he set out looking for Peter. Harry would be starting his third term at Hogwarts this year. Ron, the boy with the rat, would be there also. He needed to figure out how to get to Hogwarts. He didn’t see the rat, but he knew it had to be Peter. That would explain how he kept invisible all these years. He’s posing as a pet for this boy named Ron. He also needed to get a message to Sirius Black in Azkaban.

The rest of the year Tom hung around Diagon Alley forming a plan. He did good avoiding capture. He had made friends with the butcher earlier, and everyone assumed he was the butcher’s cat. Finally, he devised a plan. He wondered where the Minister of Magic might be. He took to roaming the streets keeping his eyes and ears open. One evening he was walking past the Leaky Cauldron when he heard someone shout. “Minister! Come on in we’re waiting on you.”

Tom walked in boldly, as if he were the ministers cat, and sat quietly by his chair when, Fudge, sat down.

“Here we go then, are we ready for the draw?” asked Fudge. Someone brought over a large bowl. Just stir it up a bit. Ok here we go then. He reached in and looked at the name he drew. “Arthur Weasley” he announced. “Good for them” he said. “I’m sure they can use the prize, what with that brood they have. I’m happy for them, they’re good people.”

“Thank you Minister,” said Rita Skeeter, “for your being our impartial official doing the draw.”

“Not at all, not at all. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to serve. Always happy to serve the people.” he said bowing, and left singing jovially.

“What a load of political malarkey!” Rita said under her breath, but smiling broadly. She turned to the cameraman, with a sly smile, and said, “Have you ever heard such,”

“Yes, I believe I have.” he said silkily. The rest of the group laughed maliciously.

“Carrie, get me the address of the hovel they live in, they’re very poor, and all the low downs so I can present them with their winnings and interview them. School will be getting out for the holiday and they will want to I’m sure do something extremely expensive. I’m sure I can make a very nice human-interest story. Let’s see, “Minister of Magic official, caught breaking the law last year when he enchanted a Muggle car; wins the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw.” Hmm, I’ll work on that.”

“Speaking of malarkey…,“ Tom thought as he left to follow Fudge. Shortly after the holiday started, Tom was meandering through the streets of Diagon Alley decidedly to find Fudge. He wanted to put the idea to inspect Azkaban in his mind, and he needed to get a message to Sirius. He had to figure out the particulars, but that was his plan.

He was passing a news stand when he caught a glimpse of the Weasley’s on the front page. They had gone to Egypt to visit an older son. Tom looked closely at the rat on the young boys shoulder. It was the same rat he saw leaving James and Lilies’ that terrible night. It was missing a toe, which fits in with the story that all they found of him was his finger. This rat was Wormtail, or, Peter, as Tom knew him. Now, his name is Scabbers according to the cats that found him. Tom ducked into the alley, and changed into Jim. Jim came out and picked up the paper then ran to find Fudge. He knew exactly what to do.

“There he is, coming out of Gringotts patting his pocket. He will want to put that back in safekeeping for what I have in mind for him. Better yet,”-- suddenly, Fudge stopped and looked around. He approached a young woman and a child that had come out of the bank the same time he did. She was very unhappy and the child was saying how awfully hungry he was.

Fudge smiled warmly at her, “I felt impressed just now to give you this.” He reached in his pocket and gave her the bag he just got from the bank. Full of gold it made quite the jingle when he dropped it in her hands.

“Minister! Thank you, but there is no way for me to repay you! She said humbly.

“Nonsense my dear! Did you ask me for a loan? This is a gift!” He bent over to rough up the little boys’ hair. “There’s a good lad.” Then he walked on his way with a smile on his face. Jim joined in beside him, and started talking as if they had been deep in conversation. “So, you’re going out to inspect Azkaban and Sirius Black” Jim asked politely?

“What’s this?” Fudge asked fumbling with his hat and scratching his head a little preoccupied. “You were saying that you wanted to stop in and have a drink. That you was inspecting Azkaban, and checking on Sirius Black.” Jim invented as he went along.

“Oh! Well, yes, I need to get a drink if I’m doing that!” He affirmed. “Odd I don’t remember,” turning around as he spoke looking at the young woman, and her little boy skipping along with her, pointing to a diner.

“You asked me to get this paper for you,” (Jim pointed to the folded paper with the picture of the Weasley’s and Scabbers in Egypt showing, in Fudges pocket.) “And when I came up to you is when you told me that,” Fudge cut in impatiently.

“Alright, alright, I’m just er... overwhelmed at the moment. Come in with me and I’ll buy you a Butterbeer for your service.” He said looking down at Jim, “Do you live close around? I recollect seeing you, but never with any parents.” He scrutinized Jim.

“Yes sir, I hang around running errands for different shop owners for meals. I’m just a waif earning my keep, with the butcher looking after me.” Jim lied easily. “I don’t want to be a burden on his generosity.” He finished as they walked into The Leaky Cauldron.

“That’s a fine attitude you have there lad. Some grown ups could take lessons from you.” he said and patted him on the shoulder affectionately. Then to the barman he said, “Tom I need a fire whiskey, and for my young friend here, a Butterbeer.” and smiled warmly. Tom brought his drinks, and the minister drank it down in one swallow. “Tom, I think I’ll have one more for the road. I have to inspect Azkaban this morning.” He shivered as though a frigid blast of wind hit him. Fudge reached in his pocket, than patted his other pockets, then with a bewildered look on his face he told Tom he’d have to put it on his tab that he seemed to have given away all his money.

Jim put it in Fudges mind to be sympathetic to Sirius and left. Now with that part of his plan taken care of, he jaunted over to the Magical Menagerie. There he saw a young girl who had a strong scent of Lilac about her, goggling in the window.

“Daddy, are you going to get me an owl this year? I’m sure I need one, don’t you think?” the young girl asked with wide eyes.

“Oh yes Luna love, indeed you should, yes of course. I certainly hope that this year they have your “Tipper Noggin.” They are really quite rare. I put in the order for it last year, but they just laughed at me. Can you believe the nerve? He exclaimed with an air of astonishment. He went on in the shop to check on his order.

“Excuse me miss,” Jim said, wanting to do this before he couldn’t contain his laughter anymore.

“Oh hello,” she said in a pleasant singsong voice, and a very sweet smile.

“I was wondering if you might have a spare bit of parchment, I could have, and the loan of a quill, and ink.” Jim asked in an ever so small voice.

“Yes of course,” and gave him what he asked of her.

“Thanks.” Jim stepped over to a table that held a cage with a couple, Information Birds.

“Things aren’t always what they seem.” they chimed

“Shut it,” he whispered, or you’ll be sorry,” he warned. Jim wrote his message and returned the ink to Luna. “Thanks” he said with a smile sweet as honey.

“Things aren’t always what they seem.” they repeated ignoring the warning. Luna looked over at the birds, then smiled as Jim handed her the quill.

“You’re welcome I’m sure.” Luna answered softly.

Jim started to walk away, when Mr. Lovegood came out with a huge old, owl. “It’s not what we wanted, but the clerk assured me that this owl once belonged to a powerful wizard, and should serve you well.” I paid dearly for him; he must be well worth it.” Luna looked at the birds again and told her father what the birds had just told her. Mr. Lovegood considered what she told him then said, “Well, we must give serious attention to their warning. I’ll just return this owl, and you can pick out what you want.”

That night, after all was quiet, Jim attached the note to a string and tied it around his neck. Early the next morning when the storeowner came to open up his shop, he found Tom curled up on the front stoop with a note around his neck.

“Hello there! What do we have here?” Tom was rubbing in and out, around each leg purring loudly. He took the note and read it:

Kind Sir,
Please take in my cat. He is aware of magic, will not bolt when magic is used, and will make someone a very nice pet. My health is not good and I can’t take care of him anymore. I must give him up for his sake. Please take very good care of him. He is deserving of much love. His name is Crookshanks.
Forever thankful,
Thomas De Fibberton

“Come on then, you’ll bring a pretty little purse won’t you?”

Tom’s life of wandering and sneaking about, stealing food, and sleeping wherever he was when he got tired ended. Now, as Crookshanks, he spent his days cramped in a cage that was inadequate for his size. He tolerated the cruel condition during the days, and then at night, he let himself out and visited the other cats in the shop.

The first day, all day long the, Information Birds, kept saying over and over, “Things aren’t always what they seem” That night Crookshanks got out of his cage after the store keeper left. The shop was dark with the shades down and the lights off. He didn’t need light because animals have excellent night vision. He went over to the birds that did not heed his warnings. I told you you’d be sorry. I can’t have you ruining my chances of getting to Hogwarts. Without hesitation, he swiped the birds out of their cage and ate them. He had to protect himself. He had to be selective about who that would be. If it were someone without children, he would be temperamental when they asked to see him. If the children were to young or old to be at Hogwarts, he would growl and spit when they asked to see him.

A/N Thought I forgot? Next wks. chapter title is, "The Brilliance Of Crookshanks"

MissWeasley · 03-27-2010, 02:41 AM

Oh, Oh, Oh.... so good! Everything has been tied up as neat as a Christmas prezzie! I loved it. I'm so happy Tom/Jim is/are back! I also liked how you drew Luna into the plot, and I can only assume that Hermione will purchase Crookshanks and take him with her to Hogwarts...?

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Thanks for the chapter dedication

I feel quite privilleged. 100! Congratulations Connie!!!

I'd also like to thank you for mentioning my Fan Fiction.

You slipped it in quite nicely.

Can't wait until next week's chapter. Keep up the great writing!
Katie

veggie_potter · 03-27-2010, 08:01 AM

Great, great, great, great, great chapter! I think this is my favorite one yet. I KNEW IT ABOUT TOM! I KNEW HE WOULD BECOME CROOKSHANKS!!! (That was what I had realized not too long ago)! I loved this chapter so much! You really captured the jolly essence of Fudge. I always imagined his character like that. I love how you introduce Luna and Xenophilius. And, of course, the Weasley's... I'm eager for more! Great chapter!

tina6080 · 03-27-2010, 04:05 PM

lol i love it Jim is sneaky! cant wait for next weeks

Derfel · 03-29-2010, 03:10 AM

When in doubt, swipe. Haha, love that cat side of him.

OtterySt.Catchpole · 03-29-2010, 06:06 AM

Tom is Crookshanks WTF???!!!!!1111111

Okay, no.

Hey Conners. I'm here because ... well you're so sweet you always read my stories and while I can't go back and catch up (maybe you could e-mail me the whole thing and I'll read it when I have the time) I thought I'd keep reading your story from this point on. Lemme tell you ... wow! Seriously, I never saw Tom being Crookshanks ... that was awfully brilliant and the way you had him get Fudge tipsy and put the newspaper in his pocket the one Sirius will look at ... utterly brilliant how you play to canon. Wow.

You're a genius Conners, and your story is good.

I think I'll do a fan pic of Tom as Crookshanks for you ... remember I told you I'd do a piccie for you to show my appreciation ... well now I know of what

I'll let you know when I post it up on DA.

Neways, uhm, you still need a beta

I caught a few mistakes, but you've gotten a lot better. I just like to quibble cuz my own grammar sucks so much

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One evening he was walking passed the Leaky Cauldron

That should be past something. Passed is the past tense of passing ... I really don't know the rule

just take my word for it it should be past something.

And you keep doing this thing were you either don't close quotes or you close them too early.

Sorry. I would totally beta your chapters but ... I'm so far behind and I'd never get them to you on time and you'd hate me for being so critical,

did I mention diabolical? But your story is the awesomeness I'm sorry I missed so much of it. But I'm back, I mean if you don't mind the grammatical whining and uhm, that I'm not going back to read the chapters I missed.

Maybe? Well not right this minute

♥

Pams when you cans ... I love your fic, and I have a crush on Tom

don't worry I can turn into a cat too *poof*

Actually I'd look more like this

Obi-Wan K'Lari · 03-29-2010, 07:45 PM

This is going to be my last proper comment for a while so I thought I would go all out

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Obi-Wan-K’Lari: Hey K’Lari, take it easy on yourself. I think your brain is great. Just get rest when you need it. I love reading your comments, but they don’t have to be anything more than what you feel like doing. You got a new Avatar! I love that show! We watch it all the time!

The charm Lily put on Harry, was mentioned because I write what the charm is later on.

The anguish Sirius has is very extreme because JK implies in her book, that people think seeing his friends dead, and it being his fault made him go mad. Hagrid was the only one there to witness this anguish, so I thought I would put Hagrid’s thoughts in so they could build their own story from Hagrid’s account. On Sirius’s side of the story, I wrote it the way I think he would have felt.

Yeah, I stepped away from cannon here because; It’s my understanding that the source of the fire was from the spell backfiring. If this was the flash point, then Harry could not have survived the fire. It would have been too hot, and he would have also suffocated. It’s just my opinion though. Plus, I needed it not to burn, because I use the shell of the house later on. I’m glad you love it, and thanks for saying it’s an AWESOME POST!

You're too nice to me

I HAVE to give you full replies-you deserve it!

MYTHBUSTERS! They rock

and explode-a lot

*exicted dance* I love how you explain the not-so-solid stuff in the books in a systematic(right word? :/) way!

Ooooh good point on the Sirius related matter

Good point about the fire too

I always seem to end up having a random spell-related conversation with you don't I?

Hmm...though if you think about it...in a twisted way...Lily's protection would have extended to that because it wasn't a stictly natural fire and it was Voldy's fault

Or it's just one of those coincidences where the hero gets there JUST in the nick of time-to save Harry only though

but enough double-contradictions

OOOh the house-shell sounds cooool!

It iiiis!

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He looked like a mad man, and sounded like one, laughing like a deranged man.

I just had a PoA flashback

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He didn’t know where Voldemort was, but he did know that he wasn’t dead.

Haunting!!! In a good way

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Obi-Wan-K’Lari: Hello K’Lari!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks so much! You always make me feel so good. It doesn’t matter how much you say. It’s what you say that matters, and saying my post is Amazing is Ace’s! Thanks so much!

Well, that made me feel all fuzzy inside

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for the eradication of the rat population,

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What a load of political malarkey!

And she would of course say that

though it is a LITTLE bit true

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I’ll just return this owl, and you can pick out what you want.”

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His name is Crookshanks.

I knew it!

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Without hesitation, he swiped the birds out of their cage and ate them.

o_O I know he's a cat, but that's a bit vicious o_0

Super awesome post Connie! Especially love the tying in with cannon here

Too much fun!

Connie · 04-02-2010, 04:51 AM

Miss Weasley: Thanks Katie! Of course you can assume all you want. Yeah, I don’t think I can keep any surprises from anyone at this time. I’m happy to mention your FF, and I can’t wait for you to put up your next chapter.

Veggie_Potter: Thank you so much x5. I don’t know that I can pick a favorite chapter. I did have, but it keeps changing. I think my last chapter will be my favorite, because it will be 100% cannon, to the best of my abilities. That’s what I’m going for anyway.
Yeah, I thought I’d encorporate Luna, cause she has some important parts coming up, all be it indirectly. Fudge was fun to write here. I loved making him give his gold away. But, I never felt he was tight with his gold anyway.
A lot of the Weasley’s in the next chapter.

Tina6080: Hi sweetheart! Jim is very sneaky indeed, it’s the cat in him. It’s their nature to be sneaky.

Derfel: Hello Owen,

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When in doubt, swipe. Haha, love that cat side of him.

You said it. He doesn’t live by any code, except do what has to be done to survive. The birds wouldn’t stop even with his warnings all day long. You have to know that he used his magic to explain to them in their tiny little brains that they needed to keep things secret. But, they wouldn’t listen.

OttrySt.Catchpole: ~Otts!

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Tom is Crookshanks

Yeah, well, I needed a way to get Tom into Hogwarts, and this was the way I found to do it. Actually, the story was always going to be about Crookshanks being a werecat. I thought about things that wasn’t presented in the books, and wondered if I could make a plausible story from the early years. Plus, I would need background for a lot of the story. So, there you have it. But, I’m starting to ramble so …

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(maybe you could e-mail me the whole thing and I'll read it when I have the time)

I’ll be happy to do that if you want me to.
Sorry I don’t have a beta yet. I’m looking into it though.
I would never hate you for any reason! And I love it that you’re back for whenever you can be here. My story suffers so without your grammatical fixers. Thanks for all the sweet things you say about my story.

Obi-Wan-K’Lari:

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This is going to be my last proper comment for a while so I thought I would go all out

But, you’ll still read? K’Lari, you don’t need to make elaborate comments, honestly. I hear what you’re saying about the fire, I just don’t agree. If you go by, cause and effect, I think you’ll see my way of thinking. If there were a fire spell from Voldemort’s wand, then yes, Lily’s charm would have protected Harry. However, the spell was the, “Avada Kadavra.” The fire in the case of the book came about from the reflected spell. If Harry was walking to school, and Voldemort caused a spell to topple a huge tree over, and it fell on Harry, it would kill him. The spell was for the tree, not Harry. Again, I ramble on.

To all my reader’s I want to thank, for reading with me. I really like writing cannon, even if it is to the way things could have been. It’s fun tying things that could be with things that are there in the books we all love so much. My story is about the uncommon. To do this without spoiling the plots in the books, and the movies I guess, for reader’s who haven’t read and or seen them, then I am stepping away from cannon somewhat, but in the end, it will be back to cannon 100% I promise. Don’t try to figure it out if I’m confusing you. I just hope you stay with me and like the story as much as I love it. Next wks. Chapter: “Harry Tries To Find Answers”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The Brilliance of Crookshanks

One day as Crookshanks existed in his cage, in walked Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and a friend Crookshanks didn’t know yet. Ron told, Hermione, to go ahead and start looking at the owls so she could get the one she wanted, and he’d go ahead and have Scabbers looked at. Crookshanks could hardly contain himself. The clerk said there wasn’t much he could do for him, but he could try some tonic.

He couldn’t contain himself any longer, for there on the counter was Peter Pettigrew. He thought back to the night of that catastrophic event when James and Lily were murdered. He couldn’t help it, he had to do something to revenge them right then. His blood boiled so intensely that it ravaged his thinking process. He forgot that he already had a plan in the works. He burst out of the cage, and jumped down onto Ron’s head then onto Scabbers. The clerk screamed at him to stop, but he didn’t. Scabbers, still on the counter top, bit the clerks hand and jumped off, and out the door.

“Scabbers!” Ron yelled running after him with Harry on his heels. They chased after him and caught him just as he was about to turn down Knockturn Alley.

“We’d never have found him if he went down there.” Harry said breathing hard, for the chase was long.

“What was that thing?” Ron asked putting Scabbers in his pocket and holding his hand over it barring any escape. “It nearly took off my head!”

“It was either a very large cat or quite a small tiger.”* Harry reasoned.

Just about that time, Hermione came to them. “Oh here you are. Ron you forgot your tonic.” she said giving it to him, while struggling with her purchase.

“I didn’t forget it, I was nearly decapitated, and had to run after Scabbers! “Hermione, what have you got in that basket?” He yelled pointing critically at Crookshanks.

“This is Crookshanks. Isn’t he gorgeous?” She exclaimed beaming.

Ron stopped walking and still rubbing his head, turned to Hermione with a look of total disbelief. “You didn’t buy that monster did you? He asked her incredulously.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did, Ronald! And, I’ll thank you to be nice to him. The clerk said he’d been in there quite a while. Poor thing, it seems no one wanted him.”

“Can’t imagine why. It’s such a sweet little thing, that.” He looked at Harry and rolled his eyes, tossing his head in her direction. “Can you believe her?” he asked, totally feeling abused.

Harry was looking at Crookshanks in deep thought. “I think,” then he paused.

“What is it Harry,” they both asked

“Nothing,” he said a few seconds later, still looking at Crookshanks. Something was stirring in his memory, but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“I was there in the store,” Hermione carried on, innocent of Harry’s inability of recalling what he was trying to remember, “and I was trying to decide what kind of owl I wanted. I love your owl, Harry, but I really don’t need one so fancy. Of coarse I would want one that,” She stopped suddenly most offended, because Ron cut across her impatiently.

“Is there a point you want to make about why you even wanted it? It’s obviously not an owl. Harry and I can figure that one out Hermione.” He tried to make a show of massaging his head. However, one look at her face, made him cower and told Harry as if needing to justify himself to someone who would be sympathetic, “It nearly scalped me, he mumbled.” Harry was still looking at the cat.

“Anyway,” she said “getting back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.” she gave Ron one more quick icy glare. “The clerk was trying to put Crookshanks back in his cage. He was struggling desperately, when all at once Crookshanks looked at me with his great big eyes, and I could have sworn he told me to, “please buy” him. Well, that settled it; I had to buy him then. He’s such a clever cat isn’t he? Don’t you just love him?”

“Oh yeah!” Ron said under his breath, “Its love I feel in my heart, what it is.”

Crookshanks had not felt this good in, well, twelve years. As they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, he watched Harry. He just could not believe his good fortune! He was quite a bit smaller than what he had imagined he would be. Sadly, he was underfed, and in need of clothes that fit him. He was highly disappointed in Petunia. The saddest thing about him was a stillness about him. You know how children are, that grow up in homes where the practice is, “Children are to be seen, not heard.” They tend to be very quiet.

Harry was this way; only he wasn’t even suppose, (to be seen.) There was something else too that Crookshanks was feeling about Harry. Crookshanks heart was heavy. He decided to take a chance and touch Harry’s heart. He waited until they were distracted by a little boy getting very loud, demanding his mum to buy him a new, Nimbus. Crookshanks took this opportunity to peek at Harry’s heart. Crookshanks was heart broken at what he discovered.

Harry lived a life of solitude, and didn’t know who he was, or where he belonged. He felt there was no purpose for his life, except to kill Voltemort. “How long had he been planning that?” Crookshanks wondered. Now, more than ever, he wanted to get to Peter and avenge James and Lily, for their murders, and for the horror, Harry lived through.

Harry looked at Crookshanks in the eyes. “He felt me touch his heart!” He panicked. Crookshanks yawned and closed his eyes, as if he was going to nap. He didn’t want Harry dwelling on what was unsettling him, so he caused a little boy to run out to him and ask if he could have his autograph.

“I will only if you please give me yours too.” Harry answered him with a smile that showed humility and servitude. Crookshanks was very proud of Harry. As far back as he could remember, Harry never knew love, but Crookshanks could tell his heart was full of it. This was because of the love his mom gave to him, when she worked that charm that protected him. Love can abate all evil, but, you have to know its there to be able to tap into its boundless powers. Harry will become a very powerful wizard when he realizes this.

* I think this might have been a quote from, “The Prisoner of Azkaban”
And a lot of this is quite like the story, I hope I put it in my own words though. If I haven’t, then like I said in my disclaimer, Harry Potter and everything related is the hard work and efforts of JK Rowling, and I can’t help it if I wrote anything similar, cause it always was my favorite book. (Till the last one, anyway.)

MissWeasley · 04-02-2010, 11:32 AM

OH MY Connie!

Great chapter! I always wondered why Crookshanks went crazy in the pet store. I'm so glad you clarified that for me.

You did a great job between Ron anf Hermione. I always thought that Ron was a bit of a self-righteous whiner!

I am soooo sad. The peek into Harry's heart made me want to cry!

I always knew he had it bad with the Dursley's, but you've really brought it to light. I love revenge...

Great job, Connie. Bring on the next chapter. You've got me waiting for more!!!

Katie

tina6080 · 04-05-2010, 04:23 PM

wow i love it i cant wait to read more

Derfel · 04-08-2010, 09:32 PM

Great, as always.

“Oh yeah!” Ron said under his breath, “Its love I feel in my heart, what it is.”

Nice to see Ron's got his finger on the pulse haha

Connie · 04-09-2010, 02:58 AM

Miss Weasley: Hello Katie! He, he, hee. Ron and Hermione aren’t that difficult to write. Give them any subject and they can bicker over it I think.
Ron, self-righteous whiner. I think each character in JK’s series has at least one flaw. Ron does seem to whine a bit, but in his defense, I think it just bothers him so badly that he’s poor. It used to be all he’d whine about, but it kind of spread out from there. He’s a love though, and I love everything else about him. One thing you can be sure of is he is totally devoted to Harry. Even when he get’s angry with him because of his jealousy, he always comes around.

I wanted to make everyone feel how loveless Harry’s life with the Dursley’s is to show how he grew up without knowing love, yet still has so much of it without even realizing it.

Tina6080: Hi Tina! Well, sweetheart, here you go. Wait no longer.

Derfel: Hello Owen! Yeah, poor Ron. His head wasn’t the only thing injured when Crookshanks jumped on him. Maybe if Hermione had felt a little sympathetic and asked if he was ok before she carried on about poor Crookshanks, his heart wouldn’t be so full of, “love” he was feeling for Crookshanks. I love Ron’s sarcasm though. It’s so humorous. He can deride anyone or anything and it be hilarious.

So thanks to each of you, Katie, Tina, and Owen, for commenting, and I’m glad you each enjoyed the chapter. Hello to my regular readers that can’t comment. I hope all is going well for you and I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading everyone. Now, a small recap. We’re through the time line of James and Lily, gone through Crookshanks finding a way to get Sirius information about Wormtail. And meeting Harry, Ron, and Hermione. This timeline takes place in the 3rd book, “Prisoner Of Azkaban” Next chapter-21- “Harry’s Questions Answered After All” will be posted next Thursday evening or Friday morning. Hope you enjoy reading tonight’s chapter. I tried to make the characters as real as possible for you.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Harry Tries To Find Answers

Crookshanks felt badly that he couldn’t allow Harry to remember him. He and Harry were the best of friends when Harry was a baby. They played together, he taught him a lot, and when Lily wasn’t around, he often changed into Jimmy and played as a human with him. He felt Harry was young enough to do this. If Harry told his mommy something they played, or said, she would just think he had a wonderfully active imagination. It’s not that remembering him would be so detrimental. He no longer feared the days of old. It was the fact that if Harry was to break through the memory suppressant he had on him, he would also be able to remember that horrific night, as though it just happened. That would be horrendous for anyone, but, even more so for a child of thirteen.

The evening before they were to board the Hogwarts Express, Crookshanks curled up at the feet of Hermione. Everyone was having supper together having a nice visit. Crookshanks was very happy to see the love the Weasley’s had for Harry. He was also happy with his new master. Not just because she was Harry’s friend, but she really was a wonderful young lady. She had already fed him his evening meal, so she allowed him his freedom for a bit. “You will be in close quarters on the train all day tomorrow.” she told him.

Supper was an enjoyable time of family and friends. Fred asked Mr. Weasley if there was any word on how Sirius Black escaped Azkaban. Crookshanks became very alert. He did not know about this. He was glad however, for this was in his plan, and it was going well.

“Mr. Weasley?” Harry inquired

“Yes Harry,” he acknowledged

“Well, sir, I was curious about Azkaban. Is it true that it sits on an enchanted island amid storms that engulf it continually, with sixty-five mile an hour winds, and twelve foot waves?”

“Yes, that is correct Harry” he said a little hesitantly, not wanting to continue with Molly sitting there. He noticed she stopped paying attention to the pumpkin juice she was overflowing her goblet with, and stared at him with a warning in her eyes.

“I mean, wouldn’t it have been better for Mr. Black to escape after he got there, right away, instead of, well now,--er twelve years later?” he continued on looking between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sense he wasn’t being answered. “It’s just that everyone says it’s such a horrible place and that prisoners who don’t die there go insane. I would think that after all these years, he wouldn’t be able to form a plan, and still be in good enough shape physically to escape.” Still no answer, but Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips, and Mr. Weasley was getting very fidgety in his chair. Harry took this as a sign that Mr. Weasley wouldn’t be able to keep quiet much longer if he pushed on. Everyone was sitting silent watching the drama unfold before them. They all admired Harry’s audacity and waited for the beans to spill, or the fur to fly. So, Harry continued. “Maybe it was an inside job. He could’ve bribed one or more of the guards.” At this Mr. Weasley, could not contain himself anymore.

“No Harry.” he said avoiding Mrs. Weasley’s tongue ticking. “The Azkaban guards can’t be bribed.” He smiled regrettably, understanding Harry’s curiosity and pitied his own inability to help him more. He tried to go on, but Mrs. Weasley cut in.

“Really, Arthur!” Not another word!" Then she asked everyone around the table, was they all packed and ready for tomorrow. At this they all reluctantly said, “Yes ma’am.” They knew this was definitely to be the end of the question and answer time, and they wanted to hear more.

Harry wanted answers, not coddling. He refrained from folding under her parental glare she gave him. Mr. Weasley was busying himself trying to chase a bite of peas around his plate with his dinner knife. “Oops,” he said switching his knife with his spoon. ”There we go then.” Finally, he scooped all the last of the peas onto his spoon. He chanced a quick look and nervous smile at Molly, like “I’m behaving, not another word.”

Just then, Harry asked the unthinkable. “Do you think Voldemort broke him out?”

Arthur’s hand he had his spoon of peas in, that he meticulously struggled with, and as they were almost to his mouth, jerked and peppered the hair of the woman sitting behind him. The waiter, who was bringing the family sitting behind, Hermione, their entire meal on a tray yelped, and dropped it, then ran out the door.

“Er sorry,” Harry said as he looked around the room. Everything was quiet then after all the gasps and choking stopped, he continued, “I mean, He Who Must Not Be Named,” The tension gripped everyone and mounted. “Please!” He said softly. “I just,” but was unable to finish as Mrs. Weasley turned on him sharply. Harry, who had never been on the receiving end of her wrath, looked at her. He detested the fear that plaque people into stupidity, but respected the Weasley’s for he knew they loved him, and didn’t want to risk loosing that. He yielded to her stare.

“Harry, dear, you need to go check to make sure you’re all packed. Go on now, quickly.”

“But, I am all,”

Ron jumped out of his seat so forcefully it fell over behind him. “Come on mate, I’ll help” he said as he pulled on Harry’s elbow. He was anxious to be clear of the room before Harry said one more word, and cause Mrs. Weasley to explode into a screaming demon.

“Yes ma’am, please excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley” he nodded to each respectfully. Ron did not want to wait for the manners, and proceeded to pull Harry up the stairs.

Ron was tripping up the steps trying hard to get Harry to safety. “Hurry up, don’t say anything else.” he ordered awestruck.

“Good boy Harry,” thought Crookshanks as he finished cleaning up the stakes the waiter dropped. He knew of course why Sirius escaped, it wasn’t with Voldemort’s help, and it wasn’t to kill Harry. Things were definitely looking up. He needed to find Sirius, and find out what kind of condition he was in, physically, and mentally. Twelve years in Azkaban is a long time to stay fit and sound of mind.

harita · 04-09-2010, 03:38 AM

Heya Connie...me back reading your posts...real nice ones...the Ron and Hermione bickering in the last one was really good...i love them...and Ron no doubt...he is really cute...with his little faults and Hermione is amazing with her death glare looks that can cower a tall guy as Ron...

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MissWeasley · 04-09-2010, 05:58 PM

Connie!!!!

Another great chapter... What I want to know is how Harry got the nerve to cross Mrs. Weasley?

She is my kind of woman. She's a real tiger when it comes to her kids... and we all know that she's claimed Harry as her own!

Mind you, I think Mr. Weasley really should stand a little taller and speak-up for himself...

I look forward to the part where Crookshanks and Padfoot finally meet after twelve years... it should be interesting...?

Any hints going???

Great work! Can't wait until next week's chapter!

Katie

MollyW. · 04-10-2010, 05:10 PM

Wow, Mom...such awesome posts! I, like Katie, am looking forward to the meeting of Crookshanks and Padfoot. I'm sorry I can't take the time for more detailed replies

I love your story and I enjoy reading each chapter; the replies are always a joy to read too. Guess I should get back to cleaning Avery's room (honestly, I don't understand how it gets so messy! :/). Love ya! I laid the guilt-trip on Greenie, so hopefully, he'll read and post today sometime.

Obi-Wan K'Lari · 04-11-2010, 04:09 PM

Yes, I'm still reading! That passage about Harry's horrors

was really touching

Ohhhh goshhhh this makes their friendship so much more believable! I love it

Connie · 04-16-2010, 03:46 AM

Harita:

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i love them...and Ron no doubt...he is really cute...with his little faults and Hermione is amazing with her death glare looks that can cower a tall guy as Ron......

Thanks Harita! Yes, I agree. Ron does have a quality of cuteness about him. Downright adorable sometimes! Hermione is good at casting her death glare, and I think she is well aware of it.

Miss Weasley: Hey Katie,

Quote:

Another great chapter... What I want to know is how Harry got the nerve to cross Mrs. Weasley?

Thanks Katie!I think Harry has always had great nerves. He grew up in a house where he constantly had to protect himself from Dudley and his bullies. Vernon often had him by the throat for one reason or another. We won’t get into Marge and her dog. Never a kind word to him. Growling and grumbling and being bossed about. I think he had loads of nerve just to survive there. Then he started school and was bullied by Draco and wouldn’t back down. Bullied and hated by Snape and wouldn’t back down. Then there was the little run in with Voldemort. I think what gave him nerve to not bend under Molly is that he knew she loved him, and wouldn’t try to kill him for wanting some answers. Just make her angry which he was willing to put up with if it got him answers.
I think Mr. Weasley has a little backbone in this chapter tonight. In fact, I’m thinking the reason Molly wins her rage wars over everyone else is that they let her. Mr. Weasley wins when it’s just him and her, nobody around.

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I look forward to the part where Crookshanks and Padfoot finally meet after twelve years... it should be interesting...? Any hints going???

Umm, er, well umm, let’s see. OK here you go. Yes, Crookshanks does meet Padfoot in a couple more chapters.

Molly W.: Hey Stephie, detailed replies aren’t necessary.

Quote:

I love your story and I enjoy reading each chapter; the replies are always a joy to read too.

Thank you sweetheart. I’m sorry I had to twist your arm to get you to join SS so you could comment to my FF. The Dr. did say though that the break was clean, and would heal properly.

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Guess I should get back to cleaning Avery's room (honestly, I don't understand how it gets so messy! :/). Love ya!

Honestly Steph? Try to think back to when you were five and what your room looked like. At least Avery owns up to it and doesn’t blame it on a stuffed fox named Guy!

you bunches!

Obi-Wan-K’Lari: Hi K’Lari! Gee, it’s great to see you!

I miss you when you can’t post, but I’m happy you’re taking care of what needs to be done. Real life comes before my FF.
This story is sadly riddled with Harry’s horrors. However, I have added relief between epidodes.
I sometimes write Crookshanks talking to Harry, then erase it. I want to stick to the original line that he can’t know.

Thanks to everyone who’ve read and to everyone who has commented. I love my readers all of you. Next wks. Chapter -22, “Promise Not to Do What!” Yeah those of you who have, read the books or seen the movie, Prisoner if Azkaban” knows what this chapter involves. Therefore, it can’t be that long of a chapter. Wait let me go check. Nope, not long at all, actually pretty short. Hope you all like tonights chapter. There is one more thing I want everyone to do. APRIL 16th IS OTTERYST.CATCHPOLE’S BIRTHDAY. EVERYONE STOP OVER TO HIS, VM, AND WISH HIM A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Harry’s Questions Answered After All

Harry followed Ron into his room. He had to because Ron was still pulling his elbow, as if he was afraid, he might go back down and start asking questions again. Crookshanks licking his chops, slipped in quickly.

“Have you gone completely mental or something? Ron asked exasperated.

“I was just trying,”

“You was just trying to get killed is what you was just trying!” He began shouting in a harsh whisper. “I don’t know whether to think you’re incredibly brave, or unbelievably stupid!” Ron said rolling his eyes and shaking his head and flopped onto his bed, worn out from pulling Harry up the steps, and in his room as quickly as he did.

“But Ron listen, if” again he was cut across by Ron. He looked at Harry with anger in his eyes. He wondered why Harry persisted so, when he knows, ok that explains it, he doesn’t know. The anger melted into pity.

“No, you listen, Harry!” Ron interrupted, but not harshly, “Mom didn’t go off on you, as she would’ve if it were one of us being stupid. You don’t know what it’s like be’n on the receiving end of her wrath. It’s scary mate. Especially when, He Who Must Not Be Named is mentioned. Just even talking about him upsets her and you were an idiot and said his name. People was celebrating and having loads of fun after his death. Not us though. We weren’t even allowed to play outside in our yard, for months afterwards.”

Harry started to defend himself. At that moment though Hermione and Ginny, hurried in.

“Can you believe him?” Ron asked them.

“No, I can’t!” Hermione answered looking crossly at Harry.

“I think he’s very brave!” said Ginny with a big sigh.

Harry looked at the three of them in bewilderment. Ron and Hermione glared at Ginny. Here they were trying to teach Harry, something in, Weasley 101, when she had to stand there all lovey, dovey, and confuse the poor boy!

Realizing, suddenly that she said aloud what she was thinking, she gasped, turned red in the face, and ran from the room. While the three of them watched Ginny make her exit, Crookshanks saw Scabbers. He crouched and calculated the distance to pounce. Ron felt Scabbers being excited in his pocket, and turned.

“Oy! Ron shouted, stuffing Scabbers down in his pocket rather unceremoniously. “Get that monster out of here!”

“Oh, Ronald,” Hermione said annoyed, but preferring to back away, a bit frightened at the look on his face. “Crookshanks won’t hurt Scabbers. Will you?” She picked him up and moved away from Ron’s reach.

“I will when the time is right. I just want to make him think I’m after him for now.” Crookshanks thought, eyeing Ron’s squiggly pocket.

“Don’t be crazy about him, Hermione, he wants to eat him!” shouted Ron, his ire flaring up to a higher intensity.”

“I most certainly will not put that lousy, putrid, filthy, scum in my mouth. I’ll pull him apart with my paws, then,”

“He doesn’t have any intentions of eating him. She said defending Crookshanks.

“Hermione, you can’t stand there telling me that, and be serious. Look at him drooling! I’m telling you, that cat has it in for Scabbers. You have to keep that thing away from him, he’s ill. Look at him, he’s yellow!”

“He’s yellow because he’s a coward. Look at him, Ron; he never does anything but cower in your pocket! If you’re so afraid for him then lock him in a cage.”

“Me, lock him, --You lock that up!” Ron was really showing his outrage.

“I certainly will not lock him up.” She was affronted that Ron could be so insensitive to Crookshanks plight up until she bought him. “Crookshanks has been locked in a cage too small for him, far too long. And for your information, Ronald,” she stopped short, and breathing hard looked at Harry, for he just stood up, and started towards the door.

“Harry?” They both asked at the same time worriedly.

“Look,” he said wearily and much more calm and quiet than the two of them had been. I’ve been drug unceremoniously from the supper table, drug in here and told how many times that I’m an idiot, and mental. “I’ve just spent half an hour trying to get answers, and never once been aloud to finish a sentence. And now, I have to listen to you two having another shouting match. You’re always having a row. Well, I’m tired of it all. As much as one might find it hard to believe, I’m not mental. I’m out for a walk, and don’t come running after me.”

Crookshanks jumped out of Hermione’s arms and ran out the door with Harry. As they walked past Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s room he heard them arguing in hushed tones. “Oh great, they’ve carried it to their bedroom. Why do they always bicker?” He stopped short though when he heard his name mentioned.” It made him sad, then angry that they had to argue over him. Mr. Weasley hit the dresser top.

“Molly, dear, you didn’t hear the report Fudge gave when he returned from his inspection of Azkaban.”

“I don’t care what he said,” She shot back forgetting they were trying to be quiet. “You can’t tell Harry! Don’t you know how much that will frighten him? And, how much more so he’ll be when he’s away from us. He feels safe and loved when he’s with us, and you want to take that away from him?”

Harry was touched that they felt that way about him, but he was weary of her always treating him like a little child. He’s not afraid of everything.

“I think he’s made of better stuff than any of us know. Furthermore, it’s because we love him that we need to tell him. Don’t you think he should know so he can look out for himself? Molly, you have seen how curious he is. It is as if he already knows things, but he just can’t figure out what it is. He is going to keep looking until he gets his answers. Or worse, What if something happens to him, because he didn’t know what to watch out for?”

“Oh Arthur, really! Make sense of what you’re saying. If someone told you that Sirius Black escaped Azkaban to hunt you down and murder you, how would you feel?” She snapped at him.

“Well, honestly, I’d be shaking in my boots. However, I’d still want to know so I can watch my back, and do everything in my power to protect my family. I’d like you to consider that Harry asked a very legitimate question tonight.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Arthur, you know you can’t bribe the Azkaban guards!”

“That’s not what I was talking about. Besides he doesn’t know about them, so that wasn’t really an unfair question. No, I’m talking about, He Who Must Not Be Named, helping Black to escape. Nobody considered that possibility. And that would explain how he was able to do what he did. The guards said that he had been talking in his sleep for days now. He always says the same thing repeatedly. “He’s at Hogwarts.”

“Oh Arthur,” she cried uncontrollably “I can’t bare the thought of those two evil wizards going after him.” she said, “He’s just a boy!” The crying subsided at the coaching of Arthur. Soft sobbing was the only thing he heard now.

“I must tell him Molly. I could not live with myself if I didn’t. Albus will see to his safety.” He said softly.

“Do what you must then, I still think that your wrong, but because I love you, I must trust you know what your talking about.”

“Yes dear, thank you then. I think?” He said softly.

Harry stayed frozen to the spot where he was standing. He picked up Crookshanks, who had been weaving around Harry’s legs, and started walking slowly to Hermione’s room, and with a very soft whisper as he stroked Crookshanks said, ”I’ll be all right; I have to know so I can be prepared and don’t become complacent. I can’t expect Dumbledore to protect me and keep me safe.” Crookshanks laid his head over on Harry’s chest and felt his heart beating. How badly he wanted to touch him and tell him that Sirius wasn’t going to kill him, and how desperately he wanted to tell him he loved and missed him in a powerful way. He knew he couldn’t do that. He looked up at Harry, and at that same instant, Harry looked down at his eyes. Harry cupped Crookshanks's face under his chin between his thumb and fingers, forcing him to stay looking up at him. “You know Crookshanks, ever sense yesterday when Hermione got you, I’ve… I don’t know, but it seems like I know” At this time, Hermione opened the door. Harry came out of his thoughts and looked at her. He hadn’t realized he was already at her door.

“Harry!” Are you crying? Did something happen?” He started blinking his eyes quickly, for indeed there were tears puddleing there.

“I’m fine, Hermione.” he said softly with a sad little smile. I guess I was just feeling a little bit lonely. Crookshanks has been keeping me company. I thought that maybe you might be worried about him, so I brought him back to you. Here you go then.” and he transferred him to her arms.

“Thanks Harry, I don’t worry about him though. He is a very clever cat. Honestly, I don’t know how he gets out of the room!” Seeing Harry’s polite smile made her stop. “Listen to me going on and on. Do you want to come in and talk?” She asked kindly.

“No, I’m good, Hermione, Thanks. I’m just going to go to bed now. G’night, Hermione, G’night Crookshanks.

MissWeasley · 04-16-2010, 05:03 PM

Connnie!

It's a chapter full of love in all of it's glory!

I loved the way you had Ginny slip-up while she was defending Harry. I love to see a red-head blush!

The love relationship between Arthur and Molly is one of such strength, you can just feel it, and the relationship rekindling between Tom and Harry, although Harry doesn't know it, is heart rendering! Don't get me started on Ron and Hermione! Someone needs to hit that boy over the head!

Sigh... will Harry eventually learn about Tom's impotance in his past... I can't wait for the next chapter Connie. I'm hooked. Well done!

Katie

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