KM: Sorry about this. But I have a major writers block on all of my stories though I am trying to let all my frustration out on this one.

Lilly: More like too lazy to find-

KM: cough That is enough!

Disclaimer: Does it look like I own Harry Potter? Is Harry together with Tom? No, well then I don't f**** own it! goes in corner to sulk

Summary: "I am going to kill him for this! Being my second in command be damned!" thought a tiny little white kitten with scarlet eyes. But all those thoughts vanish when a certain green eyed boy begins to stroke him and he begins to purr loudly.

Pairings: LV/TMR x HP, GW x DM, FW x HG x GW (and others maybe. Need to think about it. Maybe I change them later on)

Warnings: YAOI, SLASH, MALEXMALE, BOYXBOY, OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT! Soo you no like-y, you no watch-y! Lemons, Limes and the likes, oh yeah and bad language from a kitten! And of course bashings. Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny bashing.

A/N: Should there be a need of any. If there is a need of them, then they are either at the beginning or the end of the chapter. Like now! Cheers Well this is AU and plays in Harry's sixth year. It pretty much ignores HP and TOOP. Meaning Padfoot is still alive and was cleared of the 'supposed' betrayal of his friends in the third year already! (I will never forgive for what has happened in book five) Harry is living with him at Grimmauld Place since then.

Voldie-Kitty

Chapter 1

I kill him

He didn't know why. But Voldemort got the sudden urge to go and seek out one Lucius Malfoy and make him pay for doing this to him. Lucius being his second in command be damned about this. But first he needed a way to get out of this damned huge box! Oh the shame. Should his arch nemesis ever hear about this, he would never be able to live that one down. Who would have thought the darkest of the darkest Lords would be defeated by a mere carton box. Oh the shame. And this was all Potter's fault. He didn't know how it was his fault but he must have done something that it made it happen to him. He was sure of it. Either him or old Bumbles Queen of the lemon drops. He growled under his breath when he had nearly freed himself from that blasted box only to be falling down again. Well, more like he was washed down. Voldemort looked annoyed at the wall and his tail was bristle angrily. He was hissing at the wall that dared to stand up to him.

Only after the daring to stand up thought did Voldemort noticed his train of thought. He blinked owlishly at the wall and tilted his head to the side. He was lost. That was something that did not happen every day, mind you. Nonetheless to a Dark Lord like he was. But somehow it did. He growled again and attacked the wall, determined to get out of his prison, claws out and ready to strike with a low growl. But this attempt was stopped when he was lifted out of the box. The Dark, well more like white White, Lord stopped his growling immediately and rather choose to look totally lost. He found himself now high in the air in a pair of arms. But not any arms. Oh no. He only found out moments later that those arms belonged to one Harry Potter.

"What is such a cute little kitten like you doing here in an alley?" a soft voice asked and then added in a whisper. "Maybe you can be a companion for me then. It gets boring without someone to talk to... and Sirius isn't the best choice of companion to talk to when he is pissed. Lately he is more than pissed after speaking with..."

Voldemort was in shock. No way was he just found by Harry bloody Potter of all people. But what shocked him the most was that the brat did not even recognized him at all. But for all he knew the brat should. When he remembered correctly about the pain the brat felt when he was always near him. Though why was it not giving him away? But on the other hand he was glad that Potter did not felt any pain. Because he was sure about it, should Potter know that it was him then he would most likely run to the old goat and hand him over immediately after finding out about it. He did not want to face the Order of the Flaming Nuggets in this form. It would be something he would definitive not survive though he was content enough for now. Hopefully the Potter brat will not find out about it soon. Of course not, not when he fled before he could find out. But the last thing he had said was still in his head.

Swirling around and giving him a headache. What was he talking about? Black talking with him that makes him so pissed?

"You seem hungry..." was the absent sounding murmur.

It was only now that Voldemort noticed that they were not out in the open anymore. He blinked and tilted his kitty head to the side and studied his surroundings. The room they were in was the living-room painted in dark colours. The furniture was in different shades of red and dark blue. There were big windows off to the side and letting the sun shine into the room. It didn't look quite to so dark anymore because of this. Voldemort blinked and tried to free himself from his enemy but couldn't when he noticed that they were already moving again. That and the fact that he wasn't strong enough to get Potter let him go free.

"We should be having some milk here for you" Harry muttered to himself.

The Dark Lord just tilted his head again. Better play the little innocent kitten than being found out and handed over. But this would be only for now. Till he found out how to turn back to his old form, that is. Harry had meanwhile placed the kitten, which still need a name now that he thought about it, on the counter of the kitchen and began to look in the fridge for some milk for said kitten. Voldemort was watching his enemy with caution while his tail was swishing lazily behind him. When Harry found the milk he prepared a bowl for the tiny kitten and sat down in a chair and studied the kitten. Voldemort look at the milk as if it was poisoned and slowly neared the bowl. He sniffed at it and then shrugged (if cats could shrug that is) and began to drink the milk. Harry was watching the kitten and noted that its white fur was dirty at some places. That was something that did not worry him. But what did worry him where its eyes.

Those crimson orbs reminded him of a certain nemesis of his. He grimaced at that thought. Every time had looked into those eyes with the colour of blood they shone with so much hatred for him. He shuddered at the thought of this. He let his eyes resting on the white kitten who was now engrossed with the milk. But still he thought about his enemy now. Why he did not know. Maybe it was because of the eyes of the kitten. He sighed softly which drew the attention of the kitten to him. He smiled softly at the kitten and slowly lifted his hand in its direction. The kitten tensed when it saw what he was doing and its hackle began to rise. But Harry did not stop his arm's movement. He just let it continue and his smile widened when he touched the kitten and began to stroke it. He chuckled quietly when the kitten began to purr loudly and became a puddle of goo on the counter.

"I need a name for you. I can't always call you kitten, now can I?" he muttered more to himself than the kitten.

Said kitten was now watching him warily. Voldemort was staring at Potter now. He got a bad feeling about this.

"Hum... what would suit you..." Harry was staring now internally at the kitten.

While Harry was thinking about names Voldemort was trying to flee from him. But those damn hands were still stroking him and it felt oh so good. He cursed his traitorous body for this. This was his enemy that was stroking him here for cry out loud! He just couldn't like it when he does this to him. But his body had its mind of its own and was disagreeing with his mind on this. Harry smiled faintly when he saw the look on the white kitten's face. He laughed quietly when a mew of disappointment reached his ears when he stopped his stroking and the kitten was head butting his hand to continue. Voldemort on the other hand couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was in the lap of his enemy and was being petted by said enemy. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, he couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying this and he now wanted more of it after Potter stopped petting him. But his horror grew into rage when he heard Potter laugh at him.

The brat was mocking him! He just knew it. He will make the brat pay for disrespecting him in such a way. First he will use the Cruciatus Curse on him and then- But his thoughts on revenge vanished when he was being petted again by those soft and heavenly hands. He cursed his kitten body for betraying him like this. It was to this that one Sirius Black entered.

"Pup?" came a voice from the door way.

Harry turned his head to his Godfather and blinked at him with his head tilted to the side. Sirius was staring at the white thing that was in his godchild's lap and blinked at it. It took him a few minutes to finally get what the white thing was. But when he did, he growled at it. Harry blinked again at this. Why was his godfather growling like this? He tilted his head again to the side in confusion till it made click in his brain. He remembered now that his godfather was a dog in his Animagus form and sometimes their characters were going over to the human side of them. And this was one of those cases, his hate for cats. Harry shook his head and threw the Daily Prophet at him that lay on the counter. He snickered when it hit Sirius square in the head. Sirius yelped when he was hit in the face by the offend object and glared at it. He huffed when he heard his godson's laughter aimed at him and turned his head away. But he couldn't help but chuckle too at this.

The laughing was soon dying down again and that was only because a certain kitten didn't like it to be shaken through. Though with much difficult and a heavy heart, more like in sadistic glee, did the kitten scratch Harry for shaking him through.

"Ouch!"

Sirius was snickering at his godson's misfortune and Harry glared at him while petting the kitten again. When Sirius didn't stop his laughing Harry began to pout and use the puppy eyes on him. The laughing stopped immediately and Sirius flinched while looking away. He was a sucker for the eyes when Harry used them on him. Had it been someone else than Harry he could handle it. But not when it was Harry himself.

"I need a name for this little one here" said Harry to him.

"How about Whitney?" was the reply.

Harry stared his godfather blankly. "It's a boy"

"So?"

Harry just shook his head. The kitten seemed to don't like the name too. If the hissing sounds, coming from him, was anything to go by.

"Please Sirius anything but that!" he said to him. "How about we ask the kitten and when he agrees that will be his name?"

"Fine! So kitten what about Sparkle?" a hissing was the answer. Harry snickered at that.

"How about Shini? It's Japanese for death if I remember correctly" said Harry with a thoughtful look.

That was a name that Voldemort could accept. But he chose to hiss instead too. Even if it meant death, he liked his old name, thank you very much! No way in hell in would he change his name. But at least it wasn't Whitney like the dogfather came up with. But still!

"That's a no too then!" Sirius said cheerfully. "I always like a challenge! And Girly?"

This time Voldemort actually jumped from Harry's lap and attacked the mutt. How dare he! How dare the mutt to call him, Lord Voldemort darkest Lord in existence, such a disrespecting and filthy name. Harry was laughing at Sirius being attacked by the tiny little kitten and made no move to help him. He was clutching his sides so hard was he laughing at the scene. Sirius on the other hand was trying with all his might to get the kitten away from him. The kitten may not look like it but it was damn strong for his size. And Harry with his laughing wasn't helping him.

"Okay, okay! No Girly! How about Devil's Spawn?"

"Sirius!" Harry said while gasping for breath. "That is no name for a kitten!"

Harry had taken the kitten off Sirius and was now petting the purring evil incarnate. Well, to Sirius at least the damn kitten was evil incarnate. He glared at the fluff ball and his damn pleased expression.

"Then call it Fluff ball!" he said with a growl.

Harry just sighed at his godfather's immature behaviour and petted the kitten while thinking for a name. All the time ignoring the names that Sirius came up with which were; Mary, Sue, Jack, Fluffy, Sparkles, Whino etc, etc. He was staring again at the kitten in the arms and directly into his eyes. He got then an idea. He had the perfect name for kitten. When those eyes remind him already of his enemy why not give the kitten said enemy's name then? It would certainly give him a laugh when his dear nemesis should hear about it.

Harry chuckled at this and resumed petting the kitten again. Voldemort meanwhile was satisfied with the way he had handled Black. He smirk a kitty-smirk at the mutt and his eyes flashed with amusement when he saw how Black was holding his face where Voldemort had scratched him thoroughly! He was pleased with the end result. Now if only the damn Potter brat would pet him again! He sulked silently in his mind when he noticed this trace of thought. Since when did he like it when someone touched him? It was not like he enjoyed it when Potter petted him. Okay, maybe he did a little bit. But he blamed his kitten body on this one! And Lucius! Especially Lucius! It was his damn fault in the first place that he ended like this. Why, oh why, did he agree on drinking that damn potion again?

Oh yeah it was because he needed a drink to this time and didn't really check if there was anything in it when Lucius brought it to him. Some Dark Lord he is. He was already imagine the way he would punish the Malfoy patriarch and then kill him. But all those thoughts flew out of the window when those hands began to pet him again. Ah screw Malfoy now! He was being petted and it was like heaven. Later on he would kick himself for being distracted like this so easy form his goal. Somewhere deep in his mind he was already sulking about this.

"I have the perfect name for him" Harry said while looking at the kitten in his arms which was blinking up at him lazily. "Tom. His name shall be Tom"

"Why Tom? Why not Sparkles?" Sirius whined out.

Harry giggled at his godfather's antics and shook his head. Voldemort had frozen up at hearing his Muggle name. His heart had stopped at one point and he had thought that the Potter brat had found out it was him. Till he heard the explanation as to why this name and he relaxed again.

"Because I want to piss off a certain Voldie" was the answer Sirius got.

"Huh?" was the only thing Harry got as an answer with a dumbfounded expression too boot.

Harry just laughed at the expression and left the room. Voldemort, now Tom, just studied his surroundings. He needed to find a way out of here and so far he didn't find any. He sighed to himself what to Harry more sounded like a mew to him and began to pet Tom while walking with him to his room. He went the stairs up and passed by Walburga's portrait which was luckily silent as he passed her. After they had finally reached the end of the stairs he made his way to his room. Tom was still looking around and trying to find ways out of the house. But so far there was no such luck. He cursed Lucius for this. It was all his fault... and Potter's.

His ears perked up when they reached a door and Voldemort shuddered as to what is to come. He could already imagine in what colours his enemy's room would be. Everything would be in gold and red, just like the Gryffindor's colours. He knew that he would not live through this then. Maybe he was overacting so sue him. But really, he could and would stand any colour, maybe not pink, but the colours of Gryffindor. Though it came to a shock for him when saw the room. His jaw was open what he would deny later on vehemently.

The room was a big one. A walk in closet when he saw right was to the left and had a black door with a doe and a stag on it in white. The walls were painted to look like the Forbidden Forest and the ceiling was charmed to show the night sky. Big windows were on the right side with purple curtains. A bed was standing at the wall opponent to the door and had dark blue satin sheets on it. A desk, chairs and a table were in the room too and bookshelves with many books and little figurines made out of glass and crystal standing in them. An empty cage was hanging in a dark corner of the room. The door of it was open like the window next to it.

He had to admit it. The room looked amazing like this and the way the furniture was decorated. Voldemort blinked when he found himself on the bed. Harry was meanwhile going over to his desk and grabbed some parchment. He sat down and began to write something on it. Voldemort had meanwhile jumped off the bed and was walking around the room. Looking everywhere in the room where he could and tried to find a way out. So far it was only the windows and the door and he would rather not jumped out of them. He valued his life and he doubt that the door would be always open for him to go and snuck out.

He growled and attacked the curtains. He had to let some frustration out somehow and this was the only thing he could do while in this body. Strangely, his magic wasn't working when he was in this body. He hated it. It made him feel vulnerable, something he hated to feel. It made him feel week and pathetic. Not like the powerful Dark Lord, which he was. He growled again and jumped on the curtain. He was in the middle of them up with his claws dug firmly into them. And then it happened. He was sliding down the curtain with a loud ripping sound. He landed with a dull thump on the black carpet and mewled pitiful when the, now destroyed, curtain fell over him.

Harry's head jerked up from his potion homework and he looked in the direction of the strange sound that he had heard. He had to muffle his laughter at the sight of Tom sliding now the curtain and then being trapped under it. His eyes softened when he heard the pitiful mewling of his kitten and decided to go and help Tom out of there. When he had reached the fallen curtain with the white kitten under it he lifted it up and scoped the white puff ball up into his arms. He sighed when he saw how destroyed they were and shook his head. He wanted to get new ones anyway though it didn't matter that they were now destroyed.

"You little bugger" he said fondly down to the kitten that gave him an innocent look.

He shook his head and made his way back over to his desk. He had a potion essay to finish for a certain greasy wanna-be Batman. And he wouldn't let anyone get in his ways even if it is a white, little and cute kitten. It was anyways his last bit of homework to do. He had already done most of on his way back home in the train and only having to do the damn potion essay. He let Tom down on his desk and turned his attention back to his essay. He was already halfway through with it. Voldemort on the other hand didn't like it that he was being ignored. He had gotten used to the attention that Harry had been paying him since he was picked up by him which he would deny later on vehemently when asked about it.

Though with a plan in mind Voldemort jumped down into the lap of his arch nemesis and mewled at him. Demanding to be petted and paid attention to it. The only answer he got was a chuckle and a hand finally petting him. He began to purr loudly at this. Maybe it wasn't so bad being Harry-bloody-Potter's pet.

KM: Well that's for chapter one...

Lilly: That actually sounded... good.

KM: OI!
Lilly: Please read and review!