Story Name: To Heal a Wounded Heart
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and the characters. They do not belong to me, I am merely using them to satisfy my needs.
Warning: Contains Slash, Mentions of rape, Attempt at humour.
Chapter: Seven

Authors Note, I am ever so sorry for taking more than 2 years to update this story. I hope to be able to continue writing this when I have the time, like I told you over 2 years ago, I am not going to discontinue any of my fan fictions, no matter how long it takes me to write the next chapter.
I know this is really short, in comparison with the rest of the chapters, but its needed. I just had to get this part out of the way.

Please remember to review. I hope I haven't disappointed the readers with the lack of length of this chapter. I've already just started writing Chapter 8.

Lucius was not at all impressed with being turned into a kitten.
He was a well-known powerful pure-blood, member of Lord Voldemorts inner circle; now look at him, reduced to being stuck in a form of a retched kitten.

One thing was for definite, he was not in a very good mood with Draco, what was he thinking practicing his spells on his own? He should have been using an house-elf to test them on.

Looking around the dark lords kitchen, he spotted his master making his way towards him.

"My lord," Lucius said, but all that anyone else could hear was a kitten meowing.

Voldemort spotted the little white ball of fluff which resided on his kitchen table, for all intents and purposes he had to admit, Lucius was a rather adorable looking kitten.

Voldemort spoke, "Lucius, I have a mission for you, you are to go stay with Potter throughout the rest of the summer while Severus works with Draco o find out what spell he cast upon you." he said nodding towards Severus.

"Meow," was his only reply.

Voldemort pursed his lips, he was a dark lord he wasn't supposed to laugh, he continued,

"You are to protect him by whatever means available to you, as you know he is my mate, and should anything happen to him while he is in your care, death will seem like paradise once I am finished with you, understood?" he said, red eyes bared down on the little kitten.

Little eyes blinked up at him, the kitten seemed to nod.

"Glad that's settled, you will be leaving tonight." Voldemort said as he strode towards the exit.

Once the dark lord was gone, Severus turned towards the kitten, his hand running through the kittens long white fur.

"Be careful Lucius, I'll try work out how to turn you back as soon as I can." Severus said, staring softly at the kitten.

Grey eyes blinked up at him, the little furry head rubbed itself against Severus' hand, giving it a gentle lick.
Lucius decided then and there that he would miss his lover dearly while he was gone, babysitting the Potter brat.

Meanwhile, Harry had made his way up the stairs, contemplating the different ways to murder his family members, the idea in itself made him smile.

Not a nice smile, no a smile which would kill anyone who saw it. Yes, Harry Potter wasn't the kind of person who let his muggle relatives get away with doing such disgusting things to him, he wouldn't let them live for making his life hell.

Laying back on his bed, he started to think of different torture methods, he imagined slicing open his uncles torso, cutting deep into the flesh. Watching as the blood bubbled up to the top, leaking out and onto his hands.
The thought made him chuckle darkly.
Blinking, he couldn't make out how he knew of such dark things, let alone want to actually do them. But the more he thought on it, the more he wasn't bothered about doing them.

He looked out of the window, the members of the street whose houses had burnt down seemed to be coming back to collect what little they could from their homes.

Looking down on them, the forgetful faces of those who lived along side him, those who did nothing for him. He felt nothing. No sadness for them, no pity. Nothing. Dark cold nothing.

The Dursley's had been owled by the ministry when the death eaters turned up in privet drive to remain in their home. So they did.

The auror's came, and the Death-eaters left.

The muggles remembering nothing, believing the fire was spread from a neighbours kitchen setting on fire- only Harry knew it was them, trying to get him to come out to them.

In some ways he wished now that he had. He could be with Tom, wherever he was, he would be away from here.

Away from them.

20 minutes passed, before a owl appeared carrying what appeared to be a cat basket.

Frowning, Harry opened the window, letting the bird in so it could release its burden.

Untying the bow from the weightless cage, the bird flew off and perched itself on Hedwig's cage.

Looking into the cage was a small fluffy kitten, it was adorable, its ears were flattened to its little head. Its paws seemed to cover its little eyes from view.

What was Voldemort sending him a kitten for?

Authors End Note: I know this is short, but it's meant to be.
I'm about to start writing Chapter 8 now, hopefully I should be able to write most of it before I decide to go read some more fan fiction. Or even finish of Chapter 3 of Beautiful Storm.

Anyway, please review, I know its short, but at least it's here. Even if it did take over 2 years to come.