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And here it is! A teaser for My Little Kitten that will be posted very soon.

Harry whimpered as he was jostled again. His luck always was the extremes: extremely bad or extremely good. Currently it seemed like his luck was the former.
Neville, with his always horrid luck, had an accident at the very end of potions class. Harry had been his partner. Most of the class had been on the way out the door when Snape had come to berate Neville for his orange-supposed-to-be-purple potion that he was still holding.
Neville tried to apologize, his hands becoming sweatier by the moment, and dropped the potion. The vial broke against the side of their desks right above where Harry had been digging around for his bag that he'd shoved far under the desk to help ease his anger at Malfoy. Feeling the potion burning into his skin Harry had yelped, jerking up and hitting his head on the underside of the desk so hard that he blacked out.
Apparently Snape had ordered Neville to take him to the Hospital Wing and then return for his detention. Neville had been on his way to deliver when some of the Slytherins had ambushed the klutz and his precious burden. They had bullied him, taunting and jeering and then Pansy Parkinson decided that she wanted the cute little black cat in Neville's arms.
None besides Snape and Neville knew that said cat was Harry Potter and when the poor Gryffindor tried to tell the Slytherins he just got petrified and shoved into the Vanishing Cabinet for his effort.
So that's how Harry, now awake and yowling, came to be situated in the pug girl's arms being practically smothered by her breasts as the group of Slytherins sneak out to go visit Draco's parents.
At least, that's the excuse they gave. They're a little too excited to just be going to visit the Malfoys. They portkeyed, arriving without so much as a stumble and hurried in a dignified way up the steps to Malfoy Manor, according to Draco's boasts of Him honoring them by choosing their Manor.
Harry yowled all the louder at this. Voldemort was in there, waiting for his arch-nemesis! "That's what the Slytherins are up to," he thought. "They catnapped me and now they're bringing me when I'm defenseless to Voldemort to curry his favor so they can become Death Eaters! I can't change back; I have no wand!" Harry's thoughts continued in this panicked vein as the young Slytherins enter the manor and head for the lounge.
Draco reaches for the door, the last barrier between them and who they came to see, when he gets yanked away by the back of his robes. He turns to berate whoever stopped him, but when he sees a smug Bellatrix, he just sneers.
"Come to see the Dark Lord now that he's reclaimed his youth?" Bellatrix taunts and Draco blushes.
"Father said - " Bellatrix turns to look at the rest of the group. Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini glare at the knowing look in the older woman's eyes.
"Our lord won't be seeing anyone else this evening. He - " She notices the squirming black cat in Pansy's arms. "What have you got there?" Pansy blushes, hugging the cat tighter.
"Just a - " Blaise coughs, eyes wide.
"Pansy, don't you think you're squeezing it a little too tightly?" Bellatrix laughs and Pansy loosens her hold a little too quickly, dropping the cat, who immediately takes off, trying to find an exit. Theodore and Pansy move to try and catch the little furball, but he's zipping around too quickly.
"All the doors are shut. I'm stuck," he realizes belatedly, dodging a pudgy hand and raising his hackles, ears flat, hissing. "But I'm not going down without a fight! Do your worst, you fat, ugly pug! I'll take on you and your little rat!" Theodore reaches for Harry, who raises his paw, unsheathing his claws, preparing to strike.
Well, he was until a sinfully pleasurable stroke runs down his spine, causing a rumble in his chest. A soft chuckle brings him back to reality. Looking up, he sees a face he hasn't since his second year. Tom Riddle chuckles again, scooping up the still purring feline.


There! Teaser. xp