Title: Freedom

Summary: It all started with a cat roaming the halls in the middle of the night, while a Gryffindor student grieved, and a potion's master tried to forget what he saw…in the end it brought love and freedom to the griever…but at what cost? SLASH/NO LEMON!

Crossover: Harry Potter X Catwoman

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Catwoman Nor Harry Potter

Beta's: The wonder and utterly amazing Glass O'Lemonade and We-will-always-have-paris !

A/N: So, I decided to completely scrap Freedom and restart, this time with beta's, and get my muse start over again! (^-^)/

Prologue

It was night time at Hogwarts. Everyone should be asleep at the time, but there was a lone fifth year Gryffindor student, a Potion's Master, and a cat, all on the seventh floor. The two humans unaware of the other's existence.

The student stopped suddenly in front of a wall consuming window, which bathed his petit, lithe frame in the moonlight. While still facing down the corridor, he tilted his head back and breathed in the moonlight that came through the closed window. A single tear escaped from the corner of his closed eye. It slowly made a track down his pale cheek and dripped to the grey stone floor.

Padfoot, Moony… I-I'm sorry… The thought floated slowly through his mind. Causing him not to notice the Potion's Master stop at the opposite end of the corridor.

Potter. The Master sneered as he spotted the boy down the corridor. Out wondering when he should be in- He abruptly stopped; the boy's face began to fall as he raised a hand to his face.

Dark circles surrounded his eyes, seeming like he has not slept in a week. His eyes, which once sparkled with happiness, now sparkled with unshed tears. His eyebrows knitted together, forming wrinkles on his otherwise flawless face.

He could do nothing but stand and stare as the tears begun to fall. Taking a step back, the professor turned slowly and started on his way back to his quarters. I've failed him Lily. Was the most prominent thought in his clouded mind after seeing the boy's tears.

After becoming accustomed to the young man standing tall under every circumstance seeing him slumped over in defeat with only his arms to hold himself together, the Master was changed. How could I have not noticed? The child falling to pieces at the seams… We just added to the already huge load on his shoulders. The Master arrives to his rooms and heads straight for his hidden collection of powerful firewhiskey.

The rest of the night was spent forgetting.

But as soon as the Master left the corridor, the young Gryffindor slid down to his knees in sobs. I failed you Padfoot. Remus won't answer any of my letters, most likely blaming me for your death… and I've considered it… He's right. If it weren't for me, you would have never come to the Department of Mysteries... You would have been alive… I-I' sorry… I'm sorry you died. I'm sorry you had to leave Remus. I-I'm just sorry… Lost in his own grief, an Egyptian cat sat at the end of the corridor staring at his kneeling form with his knowledge.

The cat watched for a minute or two before standing and walking off with a flick of its grey and black striped tail.

Like?Hate?Review! Restarted: 2/8/13 9:14 p.m.