Tomarry One Shots

Cat Fantasia

Summary: In a battle, Voldemort was struck by a weird spell and since then he has had nothing but Harry Potter with cat ears on his mind, if not in his sight.

Ship: HarryPotterxTomRiddle

All credit goes to shizaoyue on Ao3

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Malfoy was to blame for all the disasters. Voldemort wondered what was left in that golden head------must be nothing else but a pile of wizard fashion magazines. This must have led to the stupid, unnecessary move by that blonde pure-blood at the time.

That sudden move of Malfoy, an accidental bump into Voldemort, had the latter run into the aim of a weird glittering spell, instead of being hit by a normal cutting spell. Voldemort helplessly looked at the spell striking on his smooth forehead, without any chance of escape for him -- his planned escape route had been totally messed up, great credit to Malfoy.

Damn -- he had never intended to let slip that profanity, as he was accustomed to maintaining decorum, but the unexpected spell's impact, coupled with the sight of Harry Potter, protected by the traitorous pure-blood, overwhelmed his self-control. Indeed... it was "Kitten Potter" -- the boy, with his innocent emerald eyes, sported a new pair of fluffy ears atop his head and an restively wagging tail, evoking an irresistible urge to grab and ravage him.

But not Voldemort' s desire. H e is the evil, the great schemer, the Dark Lord w ould never give way to such allure of the kitten !

Oh, the cute little thing, Voldemort thought , T he cute little thing , he thought again with force and with his slim fingers twitching subconsciously .

By a flash of a wicked thought, h e took a fancy to capturing and lock ing up the boy in a gold room (the walls must be covered with Galleons ). The boy could fall sound a sleep in the warm th of the blanket that Vodemort provide d , and would sleep at his feet and purr at him sweetly.

This is what V oldemort deserved, the boy should belong to him . V oldemort staring resentfully at the dirty , nosy, big , black dog who had completely covered up Harry . Avada Kedavra will serve him right , no —— he then changed his mind, cat s and dog s cannot live in peace. Just wait and see, Potter would put on his cat collar by himself .

Then Voldemort turned into a black smoke and was gone with his pride , leaving everyone else looking at each other at a loss .

"Why did he suddenly leave ?" Hermione was a little disturbed , biting her lip as if racking her brain for th e answer s to every question emerged .

"Merlin's beard! " Ron overreacted, "you're hoping he'll stay, then?"

" that ' s certainly not what I mean ! What I mean i s -- th ere must be something strange here , the suspicious guy must be planning for something!" Hermione said angrily, shaking her hair and not wanting to look at Ron again .

Harry was torn between them. "Maybe Voldemort just want s to go home and wash his h air ?" He made a cold, dry awkward joke.

Good, the atmosphere had g otten even more awkward .

Three days later --

Harry curled up in a corner of T he T hree B room stick s, his toes compulsively rubbing the floor . H e is anxious, yes, a minute later, he w ould meet with the world's most dangerous and the most terrible black wizard, which sank a fourteen - year - old boy in extreme apprehension . F ortunately , Harry is brave enough and had enough determination , which enabled him to even sit here, waiting for a meeting that would most likely to be drastically unequal .

Voldemort arrived on time, wearing the face of his youth . He kn ew full y well that his curly black hair and deep -set , marble statue-like features would capture the heart of every cat boy.

"What do you drink?" He said in the mildest voice, sliding into his seat, his black robe drifting down gracefully .

Harry stared at Voldemort suspiciously . H e didn't think that the handsome and gracious gentle man sitting across the table had anything to do with the word "Voldemort". Perhaps Voldemort had sent a look-alike in his place . H a, how funny!

Seeing Harry silent , Voldemort ordered, "a F lame W hisky and a H oney L emon T ea." Accompanied by a charming smile.

The hostess of T he T hree B rooms ticks blushed and moved away , to prepar e the necessary drink s for the conversation.

It was then that Harry responded, "Hey, I don't want such damn H oney L emon T ea ! I want B utter B eer!"

"Beer?" Voldemort's mellow voice crossed the word as he said smooth ly, "I think you're underage."

Cats weren't supposed to smell of alcohol, he thought, secretly admiring Harry's cute ears as they twitched.

" Shit -- so what's it to you?" Harry yelled, slapping the table hard and standing up . The meeting was unwise. Everyone knew that they both wanted to strangle each other.

" Y ou shouldn't swear , my dear . " Voldemort pointed this out gently . D amn, if you say it one more time I'll p ress you on the table so the only thing you can do is meow , thought Voldemort.

Harry keenly smelled the danger -- Thanks to his intuition, he sat down again and said, murmuring, " So -- what are we talking about?"

"Your ownership issue ."

" M y -- what ?" Harry shouted again, but this time he restrained himself from swearing and slapping the table.

"Your ownership issue ." Voldemort repeated it patiently.

"I'm not your belongings !" Harry retorted , "I don't belong to anyone!"

"Ye ah, I think by far ." Voldemort s impered at Harry to show him the contract he has brought.

Harry's hunch kept alerting him , Dumbledore wasn ' t going to sell him like a bitch, right? He thought doubtfully , unfolding the contracts and examining them one by one.

The terms are incredibly good . Armistice in the magical world , stop ping the invasion to Muggle s , giv ing up the control of the ministry of magic ... as long as Harry moved to the Riddle House and live d there until the start of his adulthood , none of this would be just a vacuous fantasy .

"Harry, my dear little one , what do you think? " Voldemort had hidden his plot inside these contracts. With Harry's innocence, it was completely unnoticeable.

"Is it all true , the contract ?" The kitty blinked his s parkling emerald eyes, in a sweet and surprised voice , and his fluffy ears looked softer.

" Of course it's true. " Voldemort lowered his voice compellingly , " Sign it, Harry. "

He watched with satisfaction as Harry quickly wrote his name, black ink on white paper. The contract was signed , good, the boy belonged to him .

Kitten, power, immortality, he was going to have it all.

No -- he reached out his hand , and finally touched those adorable cat ears he ' d been yearning for , and they felt better than he thought they would. Perhaps the top priority at the moment was nothing but getting along with his cute little kitten.

The little c rackling of the fire woke him up from the memory. He looked at Harry sleeping beside him , the boy who almost filled up his velvet bed, and the cunning kitten was purring -- as Voldemort once imagined.

Never mind , Voldemort thought, he's just spoiling his pet a bit . It's nothing. He's pretty sure it's a normal owner-cat relationship.

Yes, completely normal.