Chapter 1: What's Wrong With This Picture?
Disclamier: I do not own Harry Potter, a genius of a woman named J.K Rowling does, but I do own this very weird plot!!
Summary: After an accident in a Quidditch game, Harry manages to switch bodies with Crookshanks, and the only one who can hear or understand him is Dumbledore. This is a H/H fic!!!
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Harry woke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, he picked up his alarm clock and threw against the wall, he would put a spell on it later to bring it back together. This sound did not stop the loud snoring of his best friend Ron Weasley.
Harry groggily got up and yawned. Yes, this was the start of a NORMAL day in the NORMAL life of Harry. He searched for his glasses and put them on. He then got up and walked to bathroom to take a shower. Little did he know that this would be the start of the weirdest two weeks in his life.
After he was done showering, he got dressed in his robes and then looked out the window. It was an extremly gloomy day, he could see the lightning hit the ground and then the loud claps of thunder. He then walked over to his full length mirror that stood next to his wardrobe, he tried to mat down his unruly black, but it was no use. After about five minutes of trying to tame it, he gave up. He looked over at the sleeping form of Ron. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed a pillow, he hurled towards Ron face, this however did not stop his loud snoring.
Harry then looked over to the sleeping form of Neville Longbottom, who was cuddled up with his teddy bear. Yes, this was the average morning of sixteen-year-old Harry Potter.
/I wonder if Hermione's up yet?/ Harry wondered to himself and he walked out of his dormitory and down the stairs and into the common room.
There he saw his other best friend Hermione Granger, sitting on a chair, eating a piece of toast, with her squashy faced cat sitting on her lap, and she was reading what looked like to Harry a very thick book.
Hermione looked up when she heard Harry enter the room. She smiled and set her book down.
"Would you like a piece of toast? I have an extra one right here." She said as she handed Harry the toast. Harry nodded as a thanks and hungrily bit into it.
"Gloomy day isn't it?" Hermione said as she gazed out the window, petting her purring cat.
Harry nodded as he sat down, still eating the toast.
"Don't you have a match against Slytherin today?"
"Yes." Harry replied as he finished off the toast.
"Are you sure it's safe to play out in this kind of weather? Someone could get hurt." Hermione said with worry in her voice. Harry just rolled his eyes and grinned, typical Hermione.
"Herms, I'm the Captain of our Quidditch team, I won't let a little storm stop us from beating Slytherin's ass." Harry laughed when he saw Hermione start to protest against him, but thought better of it. If he wanted to break his neck, then fine.
Hermione sighed and picked up her book and began to read again, and this is when the weirdness started to happen, at one moment, Harry had glanced at Crookshanks, he could of sworn on Merlin's grave that the cat winked at him. Harry shook his head.
/Must be the excitement that I'm having for my Quidditch match today./ Harry thought as he stole one last glance at the enormous cat, who had fallen fast asleep.
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Later that day, while Harry was getting ready for his match against Slytherin, he heard a loud meow from around the corner of his locker room. He stared curiously, waiting for the sound again, but nothing happened. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and continued to polish his Firebolt.
"Mreeowww!" Harry snapped his head up when he heard the noise again, that sounded awfully familier. Then it popped into his head.
"Crookshanks..." He mumbled, he got up to look around, to see what that darn cat was doing. After turning the corner, he saw the mini-tiger sitting on the floor, looking very pleased with himself.
Harry groaned, "You didn't use the bathroom in here did you?" He then smacked himself in the forehead. Why in the world was he talking to a cat? Then he looked back at the cat, and it happened again. The cat winked at him and then it scurried off.
"This is weird..." Harry mumbled as he watched the cat run off, propably off to get a snack.
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"10 points for Gryffindor!" Daniel Stevenson yelled into the microphone, he had taken Lee Jordan's place when he left the school.
"What's this? Did Harry see the snitch? He's off! But wait! Malfoy seen's it too! Oh no, they don't know that each other know that they see the snitch!! There gonna crash! AHHH!! No! They've hit each other head on! Someone save them!" Daniel yelled.
20 seconds before that...
Harry was frantically looking around for the snitch, but the rain wasn't helping...wait...he saw something gold gleam to his left, he took off after it. He could hear Daniel yelling something into the microphone, but he wasn't paying attention. He was almost close to the snitch, just one more push on his broom, but it was to late, he wasn't able to see Draco in time. They both crashed into each other. Harry was knocked off his broom and could feel himself falling...the last thing he remembered was Daniel yelling 'Someone save them!' And the squashed face of Crookshanks looking up at him.
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Dumbledore could see this happening, he saw the bright orange cat walk right into the Quidditch field, keeping it's eyes on Harry, but there was a strange aura surrounding the cat, oh no, he was at it again. When would that cat learn to stop?
Dumbledore hurridly made his way through the crowd of screaming students. He looked up in time to see Harry falling off his broom, he put a spell on Harry and Draco to make them slow down, but only a little. He knew that both Draco and Harry would be out cold before they even it the ground. He could hear Hermione screaming bloody murder and saw Ron's face turn ashen. He then quickly made his way to the Quidditch field, he was absolutey sure Harry wouldn't like what he see's when he wakes up.
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/Why do I feel so bowel-legged? Why do I feel so short?/ Harry thought as he started to wake up. He opened his eyes to see everything in black and white?
/OH MY GOD! I'M COLOR BLIND!/ Harry thought with panic, he went to reach for his glasses but found that when he reached for them, his arms seemed really short. He looked down at his arm to see a orange paw? He quickly felt his face and felt that there was fur ALL OVER IT!
/I'm dreaming! This isn't real! I'm dreaming, this isn't real!/ Harry thought as he closed his color-blind eyes and counted to ten.
/Please just wake up!/ But when he opened his eyes he still saw eveything in black and white, well, Dumbledore's black and white face that it.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"Professor! (A/N: Do they call him Professor or Headmaster? I forget.) What's wrong with me? Why can't I see anything in color? Why do I have a paw?" Harry blurted out at once. Dumbledore just slowly nodded his head to his left.
"What? What's over there?" Harry asked. He then turned his head to his left and saw HIMSELF, lying on the bed licking his hand and giving himself to what seemed like Crookshanks always did, giving himself a bath.
"Harry, you are in Crookshanks body, as Crookshanks is in yours, this has happend numerous times and-" He wasn't able to finish because Harry all of a sudden looked like he was going to puke (or hack up a hairball) then he just fainted.
"Happens everytime..." Dumbledore mumbled as he looked over to where Harry's body was, that was now trying to lick his behind. (A/N: Gross isn't it?)
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YEA!!! First chapter of my second Harry Potter story done!! PLEASE REVIEW!! ^_^
Disclamier: I do not own Harry Potter, a genius of a woman named J.K Rowling does, but I do own this very weird plot!!
Summary: After an accident in a Quidditch game, Harry manages to switch bodies with Crookshanks, and the only one who can hear or understand him is Dumbledore. This is a H/H fic!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry woke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, he picked up his alarm clock and threw against the wall, he would put a spell on it later to bring it back together. This sound did not stop the loud snoring of his best friend Ron Weasley.
Harry groggily got up and yawned. Yes, this was the start of a NORMAL day in the NORMAL life of Harry. He searched for his glasses and put them on. He then got up and walked to bathroom to take a shower. Little did he know that this would be the start of the weirdest two weeks in his life.
After he was done showering, he got dressed in his robes and then looked out the window. It was an extremly gloomy day, he could see the lightning hit the ground and then the loud claps of thunder. He then walked over to his full length mirror that stood next to his wardrobe, he tried to mat down his unruly black, but it was no use. After about five minutes of trying to tame it, he gave up. He looked over at the sleeping form of Ron. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed a pillow, he hurled towards Ron face, this however did not stop his loud snoring.
Harry then looked over to the sleeping form of Neville Longbottom, who was cuddled up with his teddy bear. Yes, this was the average morning of sixteen-year-old Harry Potter.
/I wonder if Hermione's up yet?/ Harry wondered to himself and he walked out of his dormitory and down the stairs and into the common room.
There he saw his other best friend Hermione Granger, sitting on a chair, eating a piece of toast, with her squashy faced cat sitting on her lap, and she was reading what looked like to Harry a very thick book.
Hermione looked up when she heard Harry enter the room. She smiled and set her book down.
"Would you like a piece of toast? I have an extra one right here." She said as she handed Harry the toast. Harry nodded as a thanks and hungrily bit into it.
"Gloomy day isn't it?" Hermione said as she gazed out the window, petting her purring cat.
Harry nodded as he sat down, still eating the toast.
"Don't you have a match against Slytherin today?"
"Yes." Harry replied as he finished off the toast.
"Are you sure it's safe to play out in this kind of weather? Someone could get hurt." Hermione said with worry in her voice. Harry just rolled his eyes and grinned, typical Hermione.
"Herms, I'm the Captain of our Quidditch team, I won't let a little storm stop us from beating Slytherin's ass." Harry laughed when he saw Hermione start to protest against him, but thought better of it. If he wanted to break his neck, then fine.
Hermione sighed and picked up her book and began to read again, and this is when the weirdness started to happen, at one moment, Harry had glanced at Crookshanks, he could of sworn on Merlin's grave that the cat winked at him. Harry shook his head.
/Must be the excitement that I'm having for my Quidditch match today./ Harry thought as he stole one last glance at the enormous cat, who had fallen fast asleep.
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Later that day, while Harry was getting ready for his match against Slytherin, he heard a loud meow from around the corner of his locker room. He stared curiously, waiting for the sound again, but nothing happened. Harry just shrugged his shoulders and continued to polish his Firebolt.
"Mreeowww!" Harry snapped his head up when he heard the noise again, that sounded awfully familier. Then it popped into his head.
"Crookshanks..." He mumbled, he got up to look around, to see what that darn cat was doing. After turning the corner, he saw the mini-tiger sitting on the floor, looking very pleased with himself.
Harry groaned, "You didn't use the bathroom in here did you?" He then smacked himself in the forehead. Why in the world was he talking to a cat? Then he looked back at the cat, and it happened again. The cat winked at him and then it scurried off.
"This is weird..." Harry mumbled as he watched the cat run off, propably off to get a snack.
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"10 points for Gryffindor!" Daniel Stevenson yelled into the microphone, he had taken Lee Jordan's place when he left the school.
"What's this? Did Harry see the snitch? He's off! But wait! Malfoy seen's it too! Oh no, they don't know that each other know that they see the snitch!! There gonna crash! AHHH!! No! They've hit each other head on! Someone save them!" Daniel yelled.
20 seconds before that...
Harry was frantically looking around for the snitch, but the rain wasn't helping...wait...he saw something gold gleam to his left, he took off after it. He could hear Daniel yelling something into the microphone, but he wasn't paying attention. He was almost close to the snitch, just one more push on his broom, but it was to late, he wasn't able to see Draco in time. They both crashed into each other. Harry was knocked off his broom and could feel himself falling...the last thing he remembered was Daniel yelling 'Someone save them!' And the squashed face of Crookshanks looking up at him.
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Dumbledore could see this happening, he saw the bright orange cat walk right into the Quidditch field, keeping it's eyes on Harry, but there was a strange aura surrounding the cat, oh no, he was at it again. When would that cat learn to stop?
Dumbledore hurridly made his way through the crowd of screaming students. He looked up in time to see Harry falling off his broom, he put a spell on Harry and Draco to make them slow down, but only a little. He knew that both Draco and Harry would be out cold before they even it the ground. He could hear Hermione screaming bloody murder and saw Ron's face turn ashen. He then quickly made his way to the Quidditch field, he was absolutey sure Harry wouldn't like what he see's when he wakes up.
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/Why do I feel so bowel-legged? Why do I feel so short?/ Harry thought as he started to wake up. He opened his eyes to see everything in black and white?
/OH MY GOD! I'M COLOR BLIND!/ Harry thought with panic, he went to reach for his glasses but found that when he reached for them, his arms seemed really short. He looked down at his arm to see a orange paw? He quickly felt his face and felt that there was fur ALL OVER IT!
/I'm dreaming! This isn't real! I'm dreaming, this isn't real!/ Harry thought as he closed his color-blind eyes and counted to ten.
/Please just wake up!/ But when he opened his eyes he still saw eveything in black and white, well, Dumbledore's black and white face that it.
"Hello Harry." Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"Professor! (A/N: Do they call him Professor or Headmaster? I forget.) What's wrong with me? Why can't I see anything in color? Why do I have a paw?" Harry blurted out at once. Dumbledore just slowly nodded his head to his left.
"What? What's over there?" Harry asked. He then turned his head to his left and saw HIMSELF, lying on the bed licking his hand and giving himself to what seemed like Crookshanks always did, giving himself a bath.
"Harry, you are in Crookshanks body, as Crookshanks is in yours, this has happend numerous times and-" He wasn't able to finish because Harry all of a sudden looked like he was going to puke (or hack up a hairball) then he just fainted.
"Happens everytime..." Dumbledore mumbled as he looked over to where Harry's body was, that was now trying to lick his behind. (A/N: Gross isn't it?)
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YEA!!! First chapter of my second Harry Potter story done!! PLEASE REVIEW!! ^_^