Follow the story of Cathy Potter as she and the entire school of Hogwarts sees what their future has in store for them...
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The first thing that could be seen was the bright rays of sunlight that was shining directly on Harry’s face which caused the boy to squirt as he slowly began to wake up. Raising his hand up to shield his eye Harry looked around himself. As blurry as everything was to him, Harry could still tell that he was not at Privet drive anymore nor the hut on the rocks that his aunt and uncle had taken him to.
“Nice room.” Lily commented.
Harry looked to his right and could make out the shape of a dresser. He reached for it, feeling his way until he felt the familiar shape of his cracked glasses. Placing them back on his face Harry could finally see the room he was in clearly.
Big. That was the first thing that Harry thought of the room. It was larger than both of his cousin’s rooms put together. The bed was large and soft which Harry noticed was probably why he was asleep so soundly.
“Meow.” Harry looked over to the edge of the bed where a ginger cat with long fur and bright green eyes sat watching him. The shade of green in its eyes were very unique and made the cat look almost majestic.
“That cat kind of looks like Whisk.” James stated looking at his sister.
“Who’s Whisk?” Sirius asked.
“That’s Cathy’s cat.” Remus answered.
“Good morning.” Harry spoke softly as he remembered the events of last night. His father’s sister had come to get him. He was a wizard and she was a witch. Magic existed and the Dursley’s had lied to him all his life about his life.
“Good morning.” The soft purring voice coming from the cat startled Harry, shaking him away from his thoughts. “And how did you sleep, child?”
“It spoke!”
“Could she always talk?” Fleamont asked his daughter.
“No.” Cathy shook her head in shock as well.
“Um, well thank you.” Harry said. “Who are you…if you don’t mind me asking.”
The cat tilted her head to the side and seemly smiled at the young boy. “Well Catherine wasn’t lying. It seems you have your father’s appearance but your mothers’ nature. Quite fortunate considering the other terror that lives here.”
“Other terror?” James murmured.
“Other terror?” Harry repeated.
“Jinx!” James shouted.
“Shut up!” Someone yelled at him.
“Yes.” The cat purred as she jumped over to the wardrobe beside the window where the sunlight entered. “Although most who meet him would agree that his behavior mirrors his mother when she was the same age as him.”
