Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 14

"Irremovable effeminatus," Harry murmured, pointing his wand at a bird that landed on the grass near him. The bird squawked as it was suddenly wearing a dress and a wig. Harry laughed slightly and undid the spell.

Much as he disliked actually practicing spells on anything living, he knew the spell wasn't harmful, and, even if cast wrong, wouldn't become harmful, and he had no choice but to cast it on animals, and then remove it.

He practiced it on Ron as well, of course- the boy was sure he was going completely insane; one moment he was normal, then the next, he was wearing a dress and a curly red wig, and then Harry quickly canceled the spell and Ron was back to normal. It sent him into peals of laughter when Ron ran to the mirror and ran his hands over his clothing and hair, confused and distraught.

He'd had to ask Sirius for the spell through letter- the animagus had apparently found quite a bit of amusement from Harry's query, and had an idea about who Harry was going to use it on. He'd gladly divulged this bit of information, attaching to the letter a long story of the time when the Marauders had cast this spell on Frank Longbottom- only the Marauders names in the letter were 'John, Saul, Rod and Paul', for security's sake.

Harry had gladly started practicing the spell, hoping to cast it as soon as possible. It only took a few hours to get the spell down- it wasn't particularly complicated, just hard to find.

Harry stood, gathered his bag and made for the castle, mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He was close to purring with pleasure at his plot.

"Hey mate," Ron greeted when Harry stepped inside the common room, slapping him on the back. It was nearly time for breakfast, the time Harry had been waiting for with growing anticipation.

"Hi," Harry greeted distractedly, loitering at the bottom of the staircase leading to the boys dormitories, waiting for one or, preferably, both of the twins to arrive. His wand was hidden up his sleeve.

Ron quickly edged away to Hermione, who was sitting on one of the sofas and, predictably, reading. Harry looked downright scary as his narrowed eyes watched the staircase. He bore a remarkable resemblance to a cat aiming to catch a mouse.

Finally, roaring laughter met Harry's ears, and he perked up, wand slipping into his hand, tail wagging and cat ears standing upright. A familiar foot came into sight, and then two pairs of legs, and then two bodies.

It was like the twins wanted Harry to prank them, to exact his revenge; they had arrived together, perfectly innocent, oblivious to the world as Fred laughed at something George had said. Harry quickly melted against the wall as the twins passed, and pointed his wand at their backs. Maybe it was rather low of him to attack from behind, but he didn't care.

"Irremovable effeminatus, Irremovable effeminatus," Harry chanted twice, pointing first to Fred, then to George. At first, the two didn't notice, despite the sudden hush in the common room- believing this just a reaction to their beloved presence, and then George turned to Fred.

"Bloody hell!" George shouted, jumping away from Fred, who was wearing a sleek, bright red dress that clashed rather horribly with his long, frizzy orange wig. Fred turned to George, eyes widened.

"George! Well I never!" he yelled, before bursting into laughter. George was wearing a puffy bright green dress, and a curly, crimson wig. "You look like a Christmas decoration!"

"What?" George snapped, before looking down at himself, eyes widening when he saw the dress, and the locks of hair that spilled over his chest. "What the-" Fred caught sight of his own red dress, and his mouth fell open.

Ron was staring at them, gobsmacked, and Hermione was grinning at Harry, whom she spotted lurking in a corner, looking very smug about himself, the cat who got the proverbial cream.

"Gred... we look-"

"-Wonderful-"

"Glorious-"

"Beautiful!" Harry's mouth fell open as Fred and George looked at themselves with wonder, stroking their dresses and primping their hair. They... they were...

"How did such a spectacular occurrence happen?" Fred asked wondrously, whirling around to look at those gathered in the common room, who were staring at them with stark shock. George spied Harry and smirked.

"I have an idea," he murmured, stalking his way over to Harry, heels clipping against the wooden floor. Fred laughed and shook his head, wishing he could join in while in public.

Harry bit his lip nervously and darted a glance at the staircase. However, before he could escape, George had pressed him against the wall and was grinning down at him.

"Why Harry, who knew you had such a fetish," George said loudly. Harry was still open mouthed, wondering just how the twins ended up liking his revenge.

Trust them.

"We really must thank you Harry," Fred called as he shot a flirtatious look at Ron, who gulped and paled. "Ronnikins, dearest, would you escort this young, fair maiden to breakfast?"

"Fair maiden? You're having a laugh!" Ron shot up and attempted to run, but Fred grabbed his arm and slipped his own through it. Ron whimpered.

George laughed and pressed his lips, bright red with lipstick, against Harry's, before hooking an arm through his and pulling him to the entrance. Harry meowed pitifully, struggling, claws ripping at the long, extravagant sleeves of George's dress.

"Well, Harry, you simply must show off your dazzling girlfriend to the rest of the school, wouldn't you say?" Harry shook his head frantically.

Although the prank was made to humiliate the twins, somehow Harry ended up being the one who was completely mortified.

How unfair.