The Book High

Okay, so I'm a sucker for adorable little kittens. So when I saw the synopsis of this one, I just couldn't resist.

And, yep, it's every bit as silly and cheesy and sappy as you'd expect from a fic where Harry's a tiny black kitten half the time. And every bit as adorable.

The hints in the synopsis about the rottenness in the place of Grimmauld were shaping up to be a pretty cool and actually scary piece of the story... until we find out what's really going on. Then it just added to the overall cheesiness of everything.

This would be a perfect fic if you're looking for something sweet and fluffy and silly, where the simple fact that Harry is sometimes a kitten wins Narcissa over completely, where Draco's been a good guy for years now and is actually closer friends with Hermione and Ron than he is with Harry at the start and where Harry and Draco settle instantly into a relationship that nobody seems to question... not even Draco's parents.

Completely unrealistic, completely silly, and totally adorable.

3.5 stars rounded up just because I needed a dose of adorable kitten yesterday!

Favorite Quotes:
"I'll even let you play with the quill whilst I write the note."

"And you call him 'Pot'?" Smith scoffed.

"Pfft. No. I do not call him 'Pot'. Why would I call him that?" Draco was stalling, trying to think of a name. All he could come up with was 'Harry' and he knew that wouldn't work.

"Well, I don't know," Smtih said, obviously not recognizing a rhetorical question. "Maybe because he's black, like a cauldron?"

Draco decided against pointing out that, by that reasoning, he would be calling the kitten 'Cauldron' and gathered Harry up close, playing with his soft little paws. "You simply misheard." Turning the kitten toward Smith he said, "I didn't call him 'Pot.' I called him 'Pof.' For 'Paws of Fury.'" Draco moved one of the little paws in a slashing motion toward Smith and added, "Beware."

Draco was a life line, but Harry had to grab hold. Had to pull himself out of the dark swirling desolation.

He just hoped his smile was conveying more of a polite 'thank you for welcoming me' rather than 'I just had shower sex with your son.'

Harry's transformation was more obvious, of course. He was now occasionally furry. And Draco? He was now alive.

"So this is what comes of embracing respectability, rescuing a kitten, and taking up with a hero; my reputation as a wicked bad guy is gone all to hell."

"You chose the form, Harry Potter. The heart of Gryffindor's great cat beats within you."...
"But I'm a kitten, not a lion."
The old woman gave a small shrug. "Kittens are easier to cuddle," she said. "You needed to be cuddled."