Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Damn it Potter, why won't you just die?" Voldemort had been screaming things similar to this since he had invaded the castle with his Death Eaters. He had watched again and again as the stupid child just kept deflecting his curses, not taking a single hit. And really, the only reason he wanted him dead so badly anymore was because he had baffled him and stumped him as to why he wouldn't die; him, nothing but a helpless babe, had defied the laws of mortality and Voldemort just couldn't let the one weakness he had bother him anymore. The idiotic child must die.

"Perhaps because I don't want to die you piece of slime!" Voldemort just barely had enough time to process what had been said before a spell had been cast his way and something hard hit him in the head.

Harry had cast a transfiguration spell at the piece of gunk slowly advancing on him as if an invisible force were driving him and had seen Neville throw some type of plant towards the very person his spell was headed towards.

And the next thing anyone knew, the almighty Voldemort disappeared.

It was a few seconds later when Harry noticed that the sounds and chaos around him had grown to epic proportions, and it was in trying to hear what Lupin was yelling at him when he heard the distressed mewls of a kitten.

He turned on the spot and saw a small fluffy animal trying to take cover and escape all of the curses and spells flying around it. Harry couldn't leave the cat there, not something so small and innocent as a poor little kitten.

It's mother had probably already kicked him out, he looked large enough. And even if not, his mother was most likely either dead or had left him here in favor of safety. Harry made a mad dash to the ball of fur and managed to get away from the castle and the fighting with it safely encased in his embrace.

When the two of them reached the grounds Harry summoned his broom and other belongings. Once he had them he shrunk his trunk and cast weight-reducing charms before taking off into the night sky with the kitten held firmly in his arms.

That arrangement was quickly scrapped as the kitten practically clawed his arms off fairly quickly and thoroughly. He tucked him into an inner pocket in his robes and took off, letting his inner seeker test the limitations on his trusted broomstick.

A few hours later Harry landed on a balcony and walked into his rooms through the french doors. He resized and weighted everything before setting them down in the middle of the floor, trusting a house elf to manage the trunk and cage. The elves knew enough to stay away from his broom, as he took care of her himself. They learned their lesson after the first elf made that mistake. They still didn't know what had happened to him.

He took the kitten out of his robes and placed him on his large bed before peeling off all of his wet clothing-which was basically everything. He pulled on a big fluffy bathrobe before sitting next to the cat.

"Well hello there mister trouble-seeker. I suppose I should ask you if you can understand me." He watched at the cat nodded, seemingly shocked at the events. "All right, and I'm assuming this isn't your animagus form since you could just change back if it were." A shake of the head this time.

"Okay. I'm going to ask you to stay on the bed so you don't hurt yourself while I take a bath. Unless you'd like to join me, you do look a little grimy." The grey-haired cat shook his head hesitantly, as if the thought of being clean was promising but the bath part was daunting. "I'll give you a bath in the sink later, how about that?" The head nodded enthusiastically after a moment of deliberation. Apparently it took a moment for the cat to realize that the odds of him sinking and drowning in a sink were drastically less than a bathtub.

Harry walked out of the room and through a door without another word, leaving it ajar, to go and soak in the hot water infused with lilac and vanilla that he knew would be waiting for him.

When he was done he got out and threw on the robe, not bothering to dry himself off, and picked the small animal up off his bed. He was slightly surprised to see that the creature had not disobeyed him and had stayed on the bed. In fact, it looked like the only moving it did was moving from the sitting position to the lying position he found him in when he walked out of the bathroom.

He took the kitten to the sink and filled it with warm water before setting him down on the counter, waiting for him to get in on his own. When he did, which didn't take long, he picked up his vanilla-scented shampoo and started gently rubbing it into the soft fur to remove all of the dust and grime the battlefield had given the poor little thing. He found himself wondering why a kitten, of all animals, would be smack in the middle of a war.

He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts and focused on the task in front of him.

When the feline was finally clean, he took a small hand towel and dried the poor thing off. He genuinely felt bad that the animal had been stuck between two armies in the midst of a war and felt the overwhelming need to comfort the furball. It might not have been his fault that it chose that particular place to be in, but he was going to make sure that the cat got everything it needed to have a decent life-much unlike the one he had when he had grown up.

Voldemort wondered how in the hell he'd been landed in this position. Being washed by the Boy-Who-Defied-Dying and loving every second of it. He couldn't help it, his hands were so gentle and were massaging his entire body and that shampoo just smelled so good...

He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts from his mind and managed to get soap bubbles all over his nemesis. He couldn't help but smirk when he saw a big glob of them on his nose. His smirk disappeared fairly quickly when he noticed that Potter wasn't mad but laughing.

Laughing! He couldn't believe the boy had the audacity to do that! No one dared laugh at Voldemort!

Well, he was a kitten right now, after all. And he wasn't even white! He was a nasty greyish color and he hated every second of it.

When he was finally rinsed off and dried, he found himself being carried to the bed again and sat there passively while the boy got a pair of light colored silk pajama pants on and slid into the sheets.

"Come on kitten, come here." He looked over his shoulder at the tired-looking Potter and took pity on him. He would be that tired as well if he hadn't taken a cat nap while he was taking a shower, but he refused to go to him. And besides, sleeping with the enemy was out of the question. Unless...

Unless he managed to make him care so much that if he ran away the boy would be so devastated that he would do anything to get him back and would be so distraught that he'd be distracted and Voldemort could finally kill the little menace!

That's what he needed to do...But in order to make him care he had to pretend to be a loving cat. Brilliant. Just what he wanted to do.

He reluctantly crawled over to the hand that was spread out across the bed and was taken by surprise when he realized that Potter had pulled him to his chest. Which was quite warm and to his liking. He dozed off so quickly after he had those thoughts that he didn't have enough time to process what had run through his mind.

The next morning he woke up to silk sheets and a drowsy Potter.

"Morning kitten." His voice was raspy but Voldemort found that he didn't mind much. He didn't mind much of anything when he was a cat, it seemed. He just let things happen as they happened. What was the point when you were going to get to kill the most annoying twat in the universe soon? He yawned as a greeting.

Their morning went fairly ordinarily. Until Voldemort saw a tiny glint of sunlight being reflected off of something shiny on the vanity across the room.

He immediately crouched and stalked his prey, his tail twitching slightly. He remained like that for a minute before jumping onto the table and then crouched down briefly before pouncing on the shiny object and started biting it almost immediately. Somehow, it wriggled it's way out of his paws and landed at Potter's feet, who promptly covered it just before Voldemort landed on it.

So instead of his prey being scratched to death, it was Potter's hand. He stopped his mindless attack and looked up, almost afraid the much larger body would kick him out the door to let him fend for himself. And he most certainly did NOT need that. He backed up and sat there, looking up at him with wide eyes, his ears down and trying his best to look like an innocent puffball.

Potter just looked at him with disappointment written all over his face.

"I know you didn't mean anything by it, but attacking my favorite heirloom from my mother isn't nice. Don't let me catch you doing it again." He put the shiny thing, which he now recognized as a delicately made necklace, in a box on his dresser before walking out of the room. "Are you coming? I'm making breakfast." At the mention of food, Voldemort was immediately intrigued and he followed eagerly.

They ate their eggs and milk in silence, with the only noises being those of the two eating. It wasn't awkward like Voldemort thought it would be, but then again he should be used to the slippery demon surprising him. What did surprise him was the Vampire Lord walking through the door.

"My Lord Viper!" Voldemort jumped at the sudden and loud noise. "I have good news!" He noticed Potter straighten up immediately, which took down the glamours he used to make himself look like an innocent boy. He now looked much different than the boy Voldemort was used to seeing.

This Potter was full of confidence and had a commanding presence. His hair was to his thighs and had emerald green and dark violet streaks through it. His glasses were gone, replaced by bright blue irises and his skin was the color of freshly fallen snow.

"It had better be good this time, or you won't see the darkness of night for a month." The vampire paled, but continued nonetheless.

"We managed to gather the banshees of the south to our cause along with the giants. We're working on converting the werewolves in the north and there's a few other groups that we're almost done converting as well." The smile that was returned to him was eerie and reminded him of himself...wait what cause?

"Very good. Now go find something useful to do before I use my newest experiment on you." The vampire was gone before Voldemort had time to even blink. "Ah...Dumbledore won't know what hit him. Now it's just a matter of making a madman talk to me rather than fire off curses at the first chance he sees. Plans must be made my companion. Feel free to explore." He disappeared into a corridor to the left and Voldemort was left feeling very full and very confused.