Due to the threat of having my story eradicated by the fanfic police, I pulled my own story: Exploring Harry Potter's Life. It was either cowardly flight or honorable withdraw; I'm not too sure which. I hope to find a safe place to upload it, where I won't be forced to remove it later. And if you know of a place, for goodness sake! LET ME KNOW! Another hope is that I can receive word that I can upload the story on this website once more!

(Days later) Apparently not...

This story is a companion piece to Exploring Harry Potter's Life. It's the story shown in the Recollection Scrolls and the Scattered Shots, Including one that I really wanted to put up, but I didn't have time.

Seeing as how this is not a "Reading the Chapter" fic, these may be shot out a little more frequent then once a week, but I can't promise anything.

I don't own Harry Potter...God, I miss my first story, do you have any idea how hard it was to DELETE MY OWN STORY? And then watch it get taken down, when I tried to revive it?

It had been six years since Dumbledore, McGonagall and Hagrid had dropped Harry Potter off at the Dursleys. Six long miserable years had passed, all the while; Harry's baby fat and clothes that actually fit him quickly disappeared to make room for extremely baggy clothes, to hide the fact that Harry weighed less than half of what his cousin Dudley was.

Harry got up earlier than he had intended and walked out into the garden. His Aunt Petunia told him the night before, to get out of her way in the kitchen that day; as she was going to be practicing how to make Dudley's birthday cake that day. She didn't need him underfoot, though he would have been more than (for the want of a better word) happy to help.

He went and sat on the sidewalk, the sun blasted down on the back of his neck and the heat blasted through the large, thick sweater he was wearing. He tugged the hot sweater over his untidy haired head and removed his shoes, then dipped his small toes into the small little puddle from the rainstorm that had struck Little Whinging the day before.

He smiled at the still coolness of the puddle and sat daydreaming for a good twenty minutes, he had to be daydreaming, he was watching a cat reading a street sign.

He turned his attention back to cooling his toes in the rain puddle when he heard a purring beside his elbow. He looked down quickly and saw the tabby cat, nuzzeling against his elbow.

"Hiya kitty! You're a good kitty, aintcha?" he said stroking the cat's fur slowly. The cat climbed into his lap and curled down in the sun. "What were ya doin' over there?" he asked the cat, but the tabby said nothing.

"You're a pretty kitty. " he said stroking the cat's fur, the cat purred louder and licked one of Harry's fingers. "Whatchor name?"

The cat only purred.

"I'm gonna give you name, a good name...how about...Tootsie?" said Harry smiling widely, wiggling his own toes. "Do you like your name, Tootsie?"

Tootsie purred loudly and nuzzeled her head against his small chin.

"Okay, Tootsie, we're going to hafta be really quiet, Aunt Petunia don't like cats." He stroked the cat's fur slowly.

And there they sat for the rest of the day. The mailman walked past him and chuckled as he saw the young boy sitting on the side of the walkway and scratching under the cat's furry chin. He had never seen a kid sit so still with a cat on their lap, let alone a small boy. He continued on his way, not inquiring about the cat, and not disturbing either one of them.

It was the most peaceful day Harry had ever had, that is until he noticed Uncle Vernon's car pulling up the street after working at Grunnings. Before Uncle Vernon had even entered the drive, he slammed the brakes on and put it in park.

"What are you doing out here? Get in the house." he spat.

"But Auntie..." stammered.

"Don't talk back to me, get in." snarled Uncle Vernon, Harry stood up quickly and ran to the front door. Uncle Vernon looked down at the cat and growled, "Scram!"

The cat gave him a hiss but remained where she was. The man took a step back, this reminded him of something, but what was it?

It was later on that night that Harry finally came out of the house, He had a small dish of fish and a saucer of milk.

"Tootsie? Tootsie, where are you?" he whispered out into the darkness. There was no answer, until he felt something small purr against his leg. "There you are!" he said happily. He laid the two dishes down on the ground.

"Eat up, Tootsie, I don't know how long I can stay out here." He ran his hand over the cat's fur and watched as she lapped up the milk and devoured the piece of tuna.

"Don't mind Uncle Vernon, he don't like animals. You should find yourself a nice home, there is a lady down the street that has a bunch of cats, it's got a big garden when lots of pretty roses and even a batch of catnip." he said as he picked up the cleaned plates. "She'd love to have you I'll bet. There's Auntie, I'd better go in. See ya, Tootsie." He took the dishes back inside the house.

The cat watched the small boy go inside the house, and then strolled leisurely down to the house described by the young boy. She wandered in through the cat flap in both the gate and the front door and entered the house.

"There you are, Minerva! I've been waiting all day for you! Did you find out anything?" said the lady who was sitting in a rocking chair beside a fireplace.

Where the tabby cat was, there was now a tall, lean woman, with a bun in her hair and wearing a black floor length cloak. She sat down in a wicker chair sitting across from the woman in the rocker.

"What did you do all day?" asked the woman.

"I spent the entire day with Harry." said the stern looking woman, though her eyes were devoid of that particular feeling, it was filled with a sort of longing. "He named me, Arabella."

The woman smiled warmly. "You've always had a name."

"But he gave me a name that wasn't associated with my birth name." said the Minerva faintly.

"Oh…he always was a little darling. So, did you find out anything?" asked Arabella eagerly.

"They are very strict, and quite coarse, but other than that, I didn't take any notice of abuse." said Minerva firmly, the fondness gone from her voice. "What attracted you to that notion?"

"Just the way he walks sometimes, and the way he's so jumpy and alert." said Arabella.

Minerva thought carefully, "Keep an eye on him, if something else comes up, let me or Albus know." she turned to walk towards the door. "Neither him nor I want to lose him, my nephew, his grandson."

I thought I would upload this on my birthday! It's not as polished as I would have liked it, but you know, just something to kick it off! :D

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Lady Celestial Star