Chapter Summary: Harry and Sirius leave the street for an hour or two. While two old ladies by the name of Mrs. Grace and Mrs. Figg chat. Clover has decided that she likes kittens and she want that one, that one, the one over there, the one behind Mrs. Figg and that one. Kittens are now Clover's.

Note: Thank you to everybody reading, following, fav and have or will review. Ms. Dragon Reader had decided to do something different with this chapter and that's write Clover point of view and how she sees Harry as will as her dealing with a cat issue. If she had decided to name this chapter it may have been something along the lines of, Clover and kneazle.

It's been three days since the Malfoy family had been over Mrs. Grace house.

Owls had been flying back and forth between the two family through not only Narcissa and Mrs. Grace, but also between Harry and Draco. Letters would come at least once a day and Mrs. Grace had recently gone shopping in Diagon Alley to buy an owl for herself, a barn owl by the name Albert that happily sat on his perch during his off time near the front door.

Any muggles that did come knocking on Mrs. Grace found themselves suddenly surprised by the animal and Mrs. Grace just told them that she was now doing the mail by the old fashion way.

Today in Mrs. Grace house was oddly quite which didn't normally happen since Sirius, Remus and Harry pretty much lived inside her house and only used Sirius muggle home as a getaway. When the old lady had enough of people, for a while. Quite was not normally a good thing since it often meant trouble was following Harry Potter like the press following the royal family of Britain. Until the sound of Harry voice was heard.

'Attack!' he yelled as loud as his lungs let him with a battle cry to boot.

Clover howled beside him and off they went running down the hallway causing Albert the barn owl to flatter his wings and ditch the place for a little while. As he left the open window willing, to get away from the loud kid.

'I've been attack.' Yelled Sirius as he was knocked to the ground the moment, he opened the door.

Harry laughter was heard as he climbed over his Godfather and Clover decided to lick Harry on the face.

'No, Clover not me get him. Get him.'

Clover looked at Sirius, looked at Harry, looked at Sirius again and growled at the man before pushing Harry lightly off the adult wizard and tacking him to the ground only to give Harry a bunch of kisses. With her gross tongue as Harry would put it.

'I'm free,' Sirius gasped as he stood off the ground. 'Hang on Harry, I'll save you from the devil dog.'

Harry only responded with giggles as Sirius pulled him off the ground. Clover jumped, misleading her own jumps by will as she did not wish to cause any of the two males any harm. Harry laughter didn't stop nor did Sirius smile fade away from his face.

'Playing knights and dragons again, huh Harry?'

'Yep.'

Harry game this month was knights and dragons after picking up a muggle book from a muggle bookstore and falling in love with the story and have been playing his own version since then. He had also been reading about wizard dragons in the afternoon as will.

'I'm the knight,' Harry said proudly. 'And you're the dragon. So, I have to take down the evil dragon and defend the castle.'

'The castle huh, is that our house?'

Harry shakes his head.

'No, it's gran house. She's the Queen and knights defend the Queen.'

Sirius acted hurt at the thought.

'You made your own Godfather the bad guy, how could you betray me so Little Prongs?'

Harry laughed again and Mrs. Grace came from down the hallway, wondering what was all the fuss about. Only to see Clover sitting beside the two men and howling happily.

'Is he still on about?' Mrs. Grace asked.

'Yep, I want to know why he made his own Godfather a bad guy. I knew him first.'

She snorted, not at all lady like, but she was never the one to care about all that lady stuff in the first place.

Sirius had doubts about telling Harry as he got older, if his grandmother was really his grandmother and not the name baby Harry had stuck to calling Mrs. Grace. Mrs. Grace on the other hand made sure Harry knew the truth, from the doorstep, to the goblins and how gran was an easy word to say.

'Gran are you coming?' Harry asked holding out his hand as he reached for her, changing the conversation all together.

'Sorry Harry, but I have to speak to someone today.'

'Is that to do with the crazy cat lady?' Harry asked.

Sirius looked about and Clover growled at the mention of the word cat.

'She's not crazy Harry and yes I'm going to speak to Mrs. Figg.'

'Are we sure we can't just cast some kind of memory charm on her?' Sirius asked and one glare from Mrs. Grace was his answered.

Mrs. Figg had sent her a letter a couple of days ago the other old woman that lived nearby. Took noticed that Harry Potter was not at all living with muggles and Sirius Black was a little too close to the boy, not to mentioned Harry Potter seemed to be spending an awful lot of time at Mrs. Grace place. Mrs. Grace had sent her a letter in return saying not to tell Dumbledore about this at all, at least not until Mrs. Figg hears her out about this. Followed by another letter when Mrs. Figg had asked how did she know she was working with Dumbledore and all she needed to reply was the word crossbreeds.

She had walked by Mrs. Figg house once and being a witch, she was able to tell the cats that were often near Mrs. Figg place. Which meant that her fellow old lady had a connection to the wizarding world and Sirius had heard of the name before when brought up in conversation. It wasn't that hard to work out her connection to the Hogwarts Headmaster.

So, while Harry was off to the dentist with Sirius, she was going to spend time with another old woman. Clover, will Clover didn't like cats.

'Now, are you two sure you know what you're doing?'

'Off course we do,' Sirius said. 'I've been around muggles for a while now. That I've picked up some neat tricks. Not to mentioned Remus will be there waiting for us, so it's not like we're going to be on our own.'

'Alright I trust you and Harry keep you're Godfather in check.'

'Yes gran.'

'Hey, I'm older,' Sirius protested.

'Now, have fun and I'm going to chat with a little old lady about my lovely grandson.'

'By gran, by Clover.' Harry said as the pair walked away leaving both wizards behind.

Clover the doberman didn't like cats.

Dogs had to work very hard to get inside and cats seemed to get it easy, they also didn't like how most cats just put their tails up in the air from their parents and not see how hard their human parents work for them. No, Clover didn't like cats at all and when her mother all in fur told her that they had to spend some time with a crazy lady and her kneazles, Clover the doberman was not at all pleased.

She rather, spend time with young Harry and play fetch, or get a belly rub or bark at that ugly pit ball that gave dogs like her a bad name. So, no she was not happy.

'Clover dear come on.'

Her mother was trying very hard to get her inside the house of the crazy lady, but Clover wanted nothing to do with it she was not going in there. Sitting down on the ground right in front of the house knowing her mother would get the point and leave.

'Alright Clover you can stay here, but Mrs. Figg may be our key in keeping Harry hidden from the wizarding world for a while. But I understand of your disliking of cats I didn't think you had a dislike for Harry.'

Clover barked unhappy at this.

She knows very well that her mother was just trying to get under her fur, but still that was very insulting. Clover loved Harry like one of her own pups and her mother even dared suggested this. How dare she, walking into the house and the first thing she was a dam kneazle staring at her with caution eyes. How dare her mother trick her and how dare Clover fall for it.

'Mrs. Grace I'm so glad you came,' Mrs. Figg said. 'Is that dog staying?'

'Yes, she is. I did tell you that I take Clover to any place with me. I hope you don't mind Mrs. Figg.'

Mrs. Figg didn't seem too happy with the idea and Clover saw something move behind her. It was another cat, their awful smell was everywhere and Clover wanted out, but this was for puppy Harry. She will stay for Harry. Harry was her pup, Harry was a part of her pack, Clover looked after her pack. They moved to the living room and she almost fainted at the sight of so many kneazle Clover whined even if her mother gave her a gentle pat on the head to tell her that everything will be okay. She was not happy.

'Now, Harry.'

'Right to the point Mrs. Grace?'

'Yes, Mrs. Figg, Clover isn't too happy about this place and neither am I. I don't mind cats, but well I'm more of a dog person.'

Mrs. Figg laughed at this.

'Oh, I understand. I'm the same as you, but the opposite. I'm not going to lie, Albus Dumbledore did ask me to watch over Harry. He seemed convinced that Harry Potter was raised by his muggle aunt and uncle and Sirius Black had gone off to another country for a couple of years. Will when I came here, Harry Potter was not at all being raised by his muggle aunt and uncle in fact he wasn't even living in their household. I got a shock when I overheard Mrs. Dursley speaking about some Harry Grace living in her street and playing with an out of control dog.'

Clover didn't like Mrs. Dursley her husband nearly tried to run over her mother, and she was always nasty woman putting poison around to harm dogs like Clover. Clover knows though that Harry would happily use the last name Grace whenever anybody asked for his name, he did this for two reasons.

One he loved her mother like a grandmother and two it was to stop some wizards that had been caught nearby to give Harry a handshake. Only to say they mistaken him for a Harry Potter, Draco only got the last name because Harry had been told earlier that his cousin would know about him being Harry Potter and there was no use in saying otherwise.

Mrs. Dursley did know that her sister was killed and her nephew lived out there somewhere since her mother ended up writing a letter shortly after Sirius had moved in, but Mrs. Dursley went on with life.

'Harry often fond of that name,' Mrs. Grace said. 'I gave him permission to use my surname if he wished. I also offered to use his mother maiden name. Mrs. Figg, why does Dumbledore wish for Harry to be watched over so closely that he no doubt had sent you to get that information and what have you been telling him?'

'There's very bad people after young Harry. And, if I'm on the lookout watching the boy then I can give some sort of warning.'

Her mother frowned Clover can tell that her mother was not pleased with the idea.

'I know there are very bad people after Harry and so does he. He knows about the cons and pros of his frame and the people he may have upset, but don't take this the wrong way. Is its wise Mrs. Figg to have someone like you watching Harry?'

Mrs. Figg seemed to pale.

'No need to worry,' her mother waved off. 'I do not frown on squibs. I'm just pointing out a flaw. If Harry was living with his aunt and uncle and some x Death Eater found out got through wards. Who would protect him? See the problem there, you're a squib you don't have any magic and you would not be able to do very much, but either watch or be killed in the process.'

'I never really thought of it like that, but how did Harry end up in your care.'

'Sirius Black moved next to me and I hit him over the head.'

Clover mother went on about the story on how she found Harry at the Dursley doorstep a kneazle kitten went up to Clover, purring in front of her. Clover liked this kitten. Clover shakes her head because kittens were just smaller cats.

'He left Harry on the doorstep. I was never told that. I just thought Mrs. Dursley took Harry in because he was family.'

'Far from the truth. I've given you my information Mrs. Figg and now the choice is up to you. What do you wish to do with this?'

Kitten meow, Clover stare.

'I've been telling the Headmaster that Harry is living with Dursley's. My reason behind this is because Harry seemed so, happy playing with all those muggle kids during the weekend. He's so happy around Sirius and he's delighted around you.'

Kitten was now on Clover head. Kitten was just like puppy. Clover looked after puppies she looked after young and the old. Kitten is safe, she won't hurt the kneazle.

'I don't think I can take Harry away and I'm a little afraid in telling Dumbledore the truth. I keep it from him.'

'You will, but isn't he some sort of leader or something?' her mother sounded shock.

'Many see him as the leader of the Light. I still see him as that and I still see him as someone that does wish to do good, but taking a child happiness away just for the world greatest good is not at all good.'

'I supposed it goes back to that old muggle saying. The road to hell is paved with good intention.'

Mrs. Figg nodded her head and looked at Clover playing with a bunch of kittens around her.

'If you ever need a babysitter I would happily look after Harry.'

'I'll speak to Sirius about this. By the way you can just call me Willow.'

'And you can call me Arabella. I hope we can be friends Willow it be nice to chat with someone.'

'We will see what the future brings, but I'll make sure to keep in contact. Either through the muggle phone or owling, Albert the barn owl is happy with any task you set him on. I personally think it's so he can get away from Harry.'

Clover liked kittens. She wanted this one, this one, that one and that one, all of them and one on the bookcase. She didn't want to leave when her mother said it was time to go.