So sorry for the long wait; I hit writers block and then, as one of my favourite authors, Matt Guthrie, says, I hit major writers spurt. XD Enjoy!

Two weeks passed and Crookshanks found himself seeking out a certain feisty tabby, who seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. The long-furred orange tom wasn't all too annoyed about that; it was probably better for them both that they stay apart, otherwise Crookshanks would probably lose it at the sight of Mrs. Norris and end up clawing her throat out. It was a pity he couldn't use magic like his mistress could.

A month after being taken by Filch and taunted by his vile cat, Crookshanks finally saw Mrs. Norris.

It was a dull morning; storm clouds gathered thickly overhead in the sky and the air smelled strongly of the rain s soon to come. Crookshanks had just been let out by Hermione to roam the castle when she appeared from around the corner, her ears pricked and her eyes wide as she searched for her next victim. When she spotted the ginger cat glaring at her, she paused, one paw in the air.

"Well, if it isn't Granger's cat," she sneered, some strange emotion in her crimson eyes that Crookshanks had never seen before. She curled her lips to reveal glistening fangs. "Did the poor little kitty lose his way, again?" she added with a smirk.

Crookshanks growled deep in his throat, his claws extending automatically as he hissed, "Shut up, you spineless git."

"Shall I call for Filch?" Mrs. Norris purred sweetly, although her voice had a layer of the same unusual emotion in her eyes. "I wouldn't hesitate."

"Go ahead and try," he growled again. "You won't make it far." Then, to emphasise his point, Crookshanks dropped into a low, threatening crouch, his unblinking eyes watching Mrs. Norris as she flicked her tail and vanished around the corner. Crookshanks took off after her, fury lighting his gaze.

As he entered the new hall, he saw no sign of her and was caught off guard as a screeching mass of tabby fur hurtled towards him, knocking him off his feet. With an enraged hiss, he leaped up, fur on end, just as she launched herself at him again and cuffed him over the head.

"Never underestimate me!" she yowled with delight as he cowered back a moment. Shaking his shaggy head to clear his mind, Crookshanks stared at the she-cat in confusion when he realized she wasn't making any other moves to attack again. He'd had the element of surprise; why hadn't she taken more advantage of it? Pushing that nagging though aside, the ginger tom leaped again, his sharp claws digging into Mrs. Norris's shoulders as his teeth aimed for her exposed throat. As she swung her head gracefully to the side, his fans passed harmlessly through thick tabby fur, but he didn't let that dissuade him; instead, he made a sudden lunge, just as a long shadow loomed over the two cats.

"Crookshanks?" a voice said with astonishment.

Mrs. Norris tore herself from Crookshanks's grip and stepped back, glaring at him, but not in a haughty manner, the half-Kneazle realized with surprise. Then, he glanced up into the incredulous face of Harry Potter, his mistress's best friend, who bent down to cautiously scratch behind Crookshanks' ears.

"What do you think you're doing, picking a fight with Mrs. Norris, eh, Crookshanks?" Harry grinned, then, remembering that Mrs. Norris was still standing here, he added, "Was it even a fight? Or was is something else.." he trailed off as Crookshanks hissed up at him, eyes narrowed. "Okay, okay!" he laughed, turning around and starting back down the hall. "I'll just leave you two to it then, should I?"

When he had vanished from sight, Crookshanks swung his head around to glare at Mrs. Norris. "Why did you stay here?" he snarled. "Why didn't you leave, and find Filch like a good kitty?"

Mrs. Norris scowled. "Now, why would I do that?"

"Because that's what you do."

"Oh yeah? Who says?"

"No one needs to say; your actions prove it!"

"I only turn certain students in to Filch!"

"Not by what I see; I see you report every single person you run into!"

Mrs. Norris suddenly grinned, a grin that set Crookshanks's fur on end, a grin that told him she was about to do something he probably would not like, and he was certainly not to be disappointed.

Any ideas what she might do? Any? Please review and if you get it right I'll mention your name in the next chapter!