ABC Drabbles

C is for Cat

Warning: Fluff!!!! Mpreg.

" Avada Kedavra"- English

$ Avada Kedavra$- Parseltongue

-Avada Kedavra-  Thought Speech

Voldemort hated furry creatures. There was a reason that he was a Parselmouth and not a, um, kittymouth? Well, whatever, point is that furry creatures were a very big NO! The first time he had been vanquished played a very large part in this hatred, though.

That Halloween Night, so long ago, Voldemort had indeed gone to the filthy little hovel in Godric's Hollow. But when he had reached the crib containing Harry James Potter, the Dark Lord was inexplicably reminded of a little kitten. Big innocent green eyes peered up at him from a cubby face with fluffy flyaway hair.

The Slytherin reached a hand into the crib to pet a soft head. Perhaps he could take the child with him? He certainly wasn't opposed to keeping his supposed greatest enemy as a little pet. Then the little brat bit him. Why that little~!

"Avada Kedavra!"

If the little brat was so eager to die, then he would indulge it. But something went wrong. Voldemort barely had time to utter an inhuman shriek before his body crumbled to dust and his soul flew out the window.

The Dark Lord hated fluffy creatures.

Harry pulled out of his lover's mind and burst out laughing. When he finally calmed down, green eyes opened to look at the Dark Lord. He promptly burst out laughing again at the disgruntled look and embarrassment on the Dark Lord's face.

"So that was the fall of the greatest Dark Lord ever? Gummed to death by a baby?"

"This is exactly why I didn't want you to see those memories," grumped the Dark Lord.

Harry's smile softened.

"I know, love. Besides... now we know you've always been into me!"

Voldemort smiled at his younger lover's antics.

"And I finally have you."

The Dark Lord cuddled Harry Potter onto his lap smiling down at the green eyed boy.

"Hey, Tom?"

"Yes, love?"

"Well... you know I love you, right?"

"And I love you. Now what brought this on?"

"Well do you still want a kitten?"

At the Dark Lord's confused look, Harry's hand dropped to his tummy.

"You mean~?"

Harry shyly nodded.

"MINE!"

As Voldemort tackled his lover into a bruising kiss, mindful of the boy's tummy, his last coherent thought made him smile.

-Maybe furry creatures aren't so bad after all...-