Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 2

Harry sent a spell to refresh the mirror. That didn't work. He spelled the mirror to clean, because maybe someone had just drawn two cat ears and a tail on the mirror in the exact position he happened to be in. Sirius would have thought to do something like that.

It didn't work, and Harry desperately wondered if his glasses were maybe the wrong prescription. He looked around the room, able to see everything in normal detail... except for the fact that he had bloodycat ears and a bloody tail. That wasn't a usual detail.

His cat ears were lying back on his head in anger and the black fur on his tail stood on end, the tail itself sticking up ramrod straight. He could feel his rage rising.

He tried to calm himself. But he was a cat boy! How could he be calm?

"Harry, mate..." Harry spun around to face Ron, who was staring at him in bemusement. "This is such a weird dream."

Yes! Maybe that's what it was! It was all a dream!

Harry sighed in relief at the plausible explanation, diving onto his bed. If he fell asleep, he'd wake up back in the normal world, where he didn't have any cat appendages.

After five minutes of silence, with Harry curled up under his quilt, tail swishing back and forth in agitation as he attempted to drift to sleep, Ron spoke up, staring at the Harry-lump in the bed.

"After pinching myself, I'm guessing this isn't a dream. Harry... what happened?" Ron asked, still lethargic from just waking up. Harry hissed. Ron was disturbing his perfect plan of sleeping again.

"Let me sleep, Ron," Harry growled. Ron shook his head in confusion and stood, going to take a shower. Right, he just needed to wake up more, maybe seeing Harry as some weird cat... thing had only been because he was half-asleep.

After twenty minutes in the shower, Ron walked back into his bedroom, trousers and a red t-shirt on, with a towel slung around his shoulders. Harry was pacing the floor frantically, running a hand through his hair, cursing every time his fingers prodded against his ears.

"Ron! I'm a cat!" Harry wailed. He was now wearing a long-sleeved jumper, although he hadn't figured out how to hold up his trousers, with the tail being positioned rather awkwardly, a few inches above his arse, but not high enough to wear trousers comfortably.

His boxers were slipping down precariously.

Ron exhaled shakily. It obviously wasn't just a figment of his imagination, and he was close to losing it himself. His best friend was some strange cat-human hybrid.

"Ron, tell me what to do!" Harry begged, still pacing. His boxers slipped lower and Ron rolled his eyes, wondering what Hermione would do in this situation. Ah-ha! He'd got it.

"Right, first off, mate, we're going to get you fully clothed." Harry just stared at Ron. In case the red head hadn't noticed, it was rather hard to get fully dressed with a tail! A ridiculous tail!

Harry let out a very cat-like wail and sat down, head cradled in his hands.

"Just... just don't panic! I'm sure we can get Remus to undo it or something, or Dumbledore'll know how. Right, anyway, here's some jeans," Ron said, holding out a pair of jeans to Harry, who growled at Ron.

"And how am I going to put them on?" he demanded, frustration building up moment after moment, although the thought of someone being able to fix thishad calmed him down somewhat.

"Just slip your tail down your boxers so it's, erm... dangling." Ron squeaked at the million sexual innuendo's that floated through his head, courtesy of living with the ridiculously rude Fred and George. Harry was blushing just as hard. "And then pull on your jeans."