Harry was in the Common Room when he thought he spied some fur emerging out of a wall…
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“Crookshanks?” he called to the forbidding cat.
Busted…
The cat froze in the middle of the room and turned to see his owner’s friend. He meowed and blinked. What could he possibly want?
“Hermione’s been looking everywhere for you.”
And he knows it. It’s not his fault, he was catnapped and tricked, he is lucky to be back in one piece.
“Where’ve you been? Out prowling?” Harry smiles spying the telltale bits of leaves and grass in the cat’s fur. He goes over, but gives the animal wide berth. He bends and plucks a leaf from its tail. “Best you go find her, she’s quite beside herself.”
Crookshanks sends him a glare. He wasn’t prowling, and certainly, he wasn’t having fun… well, he did have fun with the Malfoy kid. He moves away from Potter and meows slowly, sitting next to the fire. Nope, if she wants to see him, she must go and get him.
Crookshanks, the cat
