Chapter 1:

Harry stretched his arms before getting out of bed. He was at the Burrow, staying there for the summer. By looking around the room he could tell that Ron was already out of bed. Harry put on his glasses and went downstairs. He had recently turned 18, and for his birthday he got a Cleansweep 9. It wasn't Harry's Firebolt or his Nimbus 2000, but Harry was happy that he had a broom. "Hey," he said to Ron when he reached the bottom of the stairs. "Morning," Ron replied. "Wanna do some Quidditch after breakfast?" Harry grinned. "You bet."

Ginny, Fred, and George came, too. Then, halfway through the game, Hermione Granger showed up! "Hey Hermione!" Ron yelled. "Wanna play Quidditch with us?" "I'm good," was her answer. Then George threw the Quaffle too hard and it tumbled down the hill. We all raced after it. "Got it!" Fred called. Then a voice cackled, "Ooh, goodie! Come here, little ones, and have some tea!" They all whirled around and saw a lady sitting at a tea table. "Come on!" said the lady. "I want you to have some tea."

After we were all sat down and comfortable, the lady poured us some tea. "So what are your names? I know you are Harry Potter, of course, but who are the rest of you?" "You're a witch?" Harry blurted out. The woman looked at him. "Yes. Now, let's drink!" The tea smelled really bad, but Harry didn't want to be rude. He drank the entire thing. It tasted like the Polyjuice Potion. Harry gagged and made a face. So did everyone else. Only the strange woman still looked pleasant. She smiled. "You think it tastes like Polyjuice Potion. It basically is, except it is permanent! BWAA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Hermione went very pale. "What will we be turned into?" she whispered. The woman smiled back. "Cats." "NOOOOOO!" Hermione wailed.


They were cats. Harry could see, but his glasses were dangling from the on the top of his head. Hermione was a light brown tabby with a white chest and white paws. She had soft, amber eyes. Harry looked at himself. He was a black cat. What he thought was Fred and George was two cats with flaming red fur. Ron had untidy maroon fur. "Why did it have to be maroon?" he grumbled. "I hate maroon." Ginny was the smallest out of all of them, and Fred and George were the biggest. Ginny had orange fur. "Run!" Harry yelled when the witch pulled out her wand and aimed it at them. They all took off. They ran and ran and ended up coming to a huge lake. "Let's go this way around the lake," said Ron nervously. He pointed with his paw to the right. They all ran right until we came across the stench of fish. "Boy, does that stink!" Harry exclaimed. Then a voice growled, "What do you think you're doing here? This is RiverClan territory, and we will rip you to shreds if you don't leave right now."