McTabby's Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon Series (All G/PG)
Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon
Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon II
Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon III
Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon IV
Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon
Topic: "Horrible temper," said Dot, nodding fervently. "I remember, when he was a kid..." (p 3, GoF)
Word count: 182, sorry
Rating: G
Warnings: None
A run in with Mrs. Riddle
1926
Frankie Bryce idled down the high street of Little Hangleton, whistling a tune and swinging a stick in wide arcs without a care to the others walking near him. He didn’t notice the annoyed looks his fellow townspeople gave him as he passed, nor did he hear their muttered comments. It was a beautiful day, Frankie was thirteen, and the world was his oyster.
A woman stood in front of him, breaking his reverie. She was stunningly beautiful and dressed in an old fashioned gown.
“Here young man, watch what you’re doing with that stick. You could hurt someone,” she said.
Frankie had a bad temper and a very short fuse, and he hated to be told what to do. “What's it to you, you old witch?”
The woman smiled and waved a stick of her own. Frankie felt the wood in his hand turn into something alive and squirming. He dropped it and watched as a brown snake slithered into the gutter. He looked back at the woman, but she had disappeared. Frankie shook his head and head quietly for home.
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Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon II
Topic: Crookshanks "borrows" Hermione's Time-turner
Word Count: 160
Hermione rarely took the Time-turner off, but on the rare occasion she did, Crookshanks was there, waiting eagerly to pounce upon it.
The first time was a quiet Sunday morning in November. Hermione slipped the chain from round her neck in order to take a long, hot bath. Usually she took it with her, keeping it within her sight at all times, but she was thinking of essays to write and potions to brew, and so left it on her dressing table.
Crookshanks crept up, grabbed the chain in his teeth, and dropped down to the floor. He nudged his head through the chain and slipped it over his head. Turning it was tricky, but Crookshanks was a nimble and talented feline. Three turns, and he was where he most wanted to be.
He sat in Minerva McGonagall’s lap being petted and skritched and made a fuss over in the wee hours of the morning. Over and over and over again.
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Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon III
Recipient: 
pandarus
Prompt: Snape/Lily
Severus Snape despised Lily Evans.
She was a Mudblood, after all, and therefore deserved his loathing.
If he watched her in Potions class, it was only to keep an eye on her. She was better at Potions than any Mudblood had a right to be.
If he glanced over at the Gryffindor table during meals, it was only to keep an eye on the red and gold-clad baboons he named as his enemies. It was definitely not to see a red-haired girl's face light up when she laughed.
If he nodded stiffly in response to her greetings - but only if no one else was around - it was only because to ignore her would only make her more determined to get a rise out of him.
And if he dreamed about her every night, it meant nothing. Dreams were nothing. The only thing that mattered was what he could touch and manipulate, and no amount dreaming would ever make his dreams of Lily come true.
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Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon IV
Recipient: 
st_aurafina
Prompt: Minerva McGonagall, first time, classroom
You get two, as two ideas popped to mind. Then they turned into a ficlet!
Word count: #1 - 123, #2 - 369. Ahem.
Rating: #1 - G, #2- PG-13
#1
The classroom was quiet. Late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, sparking dust motes that hung in the air. Minerva sat in a straight-backed wooden chair, her eyes closed. Her breathing was slow and steady.
She’d been like this a couple of hours now.
The only other sound in the room came from the auburn-haired man sitting behind the desk.
“That’s it, Minerva. Breathe,” said his low voice. “It’s not only a matter of magic; it’s also a matter of wanting. Envision it, and it will happen.”
Minerva’s breath shuddered, and she began to change. Where a girl had been, there was now a tabby cat, looking about the room with wide eyes.
“Well done, my dear,” said Dumbledore, grinning widely. “Well done.”
#2
It was odd, Minerva thought. She’d only just succeeded in an Animagus transformation hours before. She’d exerted an enormous amount of energy today, and yet, even at midnight, she was strangely enervated.
As Head Girl, she was encouraged to make rounds. If they were in the middle of the night, so be it.
She liked walking round Hogwarts at night, the glow of her wand the only light. Usually, these walks left her feeling peaceful and in control. Not tonight, though. Tonight was less of a walk and more of a stalk.
Dumbledore had warned her not to transform again for at least twenty-four hours. He’d also warned her that she might feel strangely for some time. All she wanted was to change, to leap through the shadows on four legs instead of walking on two. She would just keep walking till she was too tired to continue.
Since she was in the lesser used East Tower, she didn’t reckon she’d see anyone. It was a great surprise, then, when she rounded a corner at a brisk pace and ran into Tom Riddle.
Tom was a brilliant fourth year Slytherin. Impeccably well-mannered, quiet, tall, handsome, and strange. Very strange. He’d actually beaten her twice in a row during Dueling Club practice last week, and that had never happened. He was a Slytherin, and so not a friend, but not exactly an enemy, either.
“What are you doing out of bounds at this hour, Mr. Riddle?” she snapped. The energy that had wound her up all night built up to a surprising crescendo.
He didn’t speak, at first, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “I was simply-“ he began, but Minerva cut him off, her mouth on his, her arms sliding up to push him by the shoulders until his back bumped against the wall.
“Shh,” she said, and kissed him again. “You keep quiet about this, and I’ll keep quiet about you being out at night.”
“How could I refuse such a bargain?” he said, his voice low in his throat. If he seemed surprised by these turn of events, he didn’t let on. They fumbled their way into an empty classroom, and Minerva enjoyed yet another first.
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