Crookshanks, the cat: 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…
“Well, if you’re going to be that way, Crooks, I’m sure she’ll be around soon,” he sighs, plopping down on the sofa. “I don’t mind the company, anyway. Especially since you don’t talk and you don’t give a rat’s arse who I am.”
Slowly, he moves to sit close to Harry’s legs. No, he really doesn’t care because he really doesn’t know. He is important for the humans, he knows that. But, to Crookshanks, Harry Potter is just a boy. A boy who normally catnaps him as well and makes him stop that dangerous tree, but still just a boy.
“I’m in love with a girl I’m not supposed to be in love with,” Harry sighs, reaching down to scratch the cat’s ears. Why Crooks allows him this, he’ll never know.
He purrs quietly as he listens to the boy speak. Love? He doesn’t understand what that means, but it’s not like he has to reply anyway.
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