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Kit's ears perked up when he heard the unfamiliar word. He thought the word meant a positive description for an older man.
"I don't know." Tonks frowned.
"He's a rare breed." Lisa said. Those eyes are very beautiful and his black fur is soft and silky. "You could make money from that, many owners would like to their future pets to inherit Kit's traits."
"I don't like using Kit for money." Tonks said as she possessively hugged the curious cat.
"It's up to you. It's just a quick way to make money, and sooner or later Kit's going to look for a mate." Said Lisa.
"Kit doesn't need a mate, don't you Kit?" Tonks turned the cat around. "I'm your only girl."
Meow.
The four girls giggled and started petting the Kitten who was enjoying the sensation.
"Cobra lalalalalala"
"You'll never get me Cobra Commander."
The figure jumped and swung his trident and tried to impale the villain. The other figure wearing a blue outfit and a silver mask dodged and fired imaginary laser bolts, forcing Duke to look for cover. "Snake Eyes! I need help!"
From the shadows of a wooden box a black figure leapt and slashed his katana, dislodging the weapon from Cobra Commander's grip.
"Blast! I'll be back again! I will have my revenge!"
"Why doesn't Snake eyes speak?"
Harry looked up and saw Fleur watching him with amusement from the doorway.
"He doesn't." Harry said as he stopped the animation charms. "He's a ninja, and he has taken a vow of silence."
"Your animation charms are wonderful Harry." Fleur said as she knelt down beside her future husband. "Can I join?"
"Suit yourself." Harry replied as he resumed the charms. Cobra Commander resumed his cowardly escape before he was suddenly swiped clear of its feet by the appearance of a massive female giant.
"That's not am action figure. That's a Barbie doll." Harry said, looking at Fleur.
"It's the Veela Goddess." Fleur sniffed as she tossed her silvery hair, drawing Harry's attention to it.
"Very well, attack the veela goddess!" Harry resumed Duke's voice and directed all his remaining forces to confront the giant menace.
"Go Joes!"
The Joes were losing as the Veela Goddess proved too strong. Harry decided to bring out reinforcements and he tried the complex animation charm the old man taught him. The action figures dropped to the ground as they lost their magic while a new hero leapt from down from the desk.
"By the Power of Grayskull!"
Fleur looked on with amusement as a heavily muscled man confronted her Veela Goddess.
"Battlecat!"
Fleur was shocked when the muscled man suddenly leapt into the back of a black kitten. It dug its legs behind the cat's shoulder joints and waved its massive sword around.
Hsss!
The kitten tried to roar but it only let out a very cute snarl before it pounced on the Barbie, knocking it to the ground.
"Old man, what does stud mean?" Harry asked. The Delacours were in Harry's headquarters helping him pack his possessions, and at the same time they were having a quick family reunion with Penny.
"Stud? Surely you know it's meaning Harry." Nicky replied.
"I heard a few girls talking about making my animagus form Stud." Harry said.
"Is this related to your mysterious safe house?" Nicky asked as he moved another chess piece, destroying Julian's knight.
"Maybe..." Harry replied as he observed the chess match. The two older wizards exchanged smiles and stopped playing to the protest of their chess pieces.
"Harry, have you ever heard of the talk before?" Julian Delacour asked.
Harry nodded and he was puzzled as the old man played rocks and scissors with his new guardian. Nicky won and let out a triumphant yell while Julian's shoulders sagged in defeat. The French Nobleman turned to Harry and stared at him in the eyes while Nicky poured two glasses of wine.
"You see... when a man and a woman love one another..."
"It's clean now Professor." Hagrid said as he brought in the sorting hat to the Headmaster's office. I even used my personal soap that I make myself. He's as clean as a brand new robe."
"Thank you Hagrid." The Headmaster said.
"Clean my ass, if I had one." The Hat grumbled. "He nearly scrubbed me to destruction!"
"It was necessary Franz." Albus replied as he warily took the sorting hat from his groundskeeper. The hat looked distorted, even stretched. Perhaps he should have asked Argus to clean it. "Cleaning spells don't work on you, because of the inherent magical properties you posses."
The Headmaster noticed a foul stench inside the hat and he looked up to Hagrid who busy petting Fawkes. "You make your own soap Hagrid?"
"Yes Professor." Hagrid said proudly. "It's my own invention, and I gather the ingredients from the Forbidden forest. The unique smell helps me against the more aggressive creatures there when I patrol. Smells natural, doesn't it?"
"It certainly smells... natural." Albus said as he immediately shoved the complaining hat to his drawer.
"So that's the sorting hat..." Hermione whispered as the ancient artifact finished its song. "It looks old."
"I forgot that your batch was not sorted traditionally, and it's the first time for all of you to see it." Cho Chang, a third year Ravenclaw commented. She halfway stood up from her seat and observed the sorting hat closer. "It looks different."
"It is?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah... I can't see much closer... but it looks like it has a lighter shade... I remember from my sorting that it was pure black." Cho Chang replied. Similar conversations took place around the great hall, wondering what happened to the recently recovered sorting hat.
"Abercomb, Paul!" Minerva read from her scroll and a young boy shyly stepped forward and headed for the hat.
The young boy sat on the hat and the Deputy Headmistress, determined to make sure that the artifact was not to be stolen again, placed it on top of the first year's head. Unlike the previous sorting where the hat just lay on a student's head, it now encompassed the whole head inside its body.
"Ahckk! It smells!" The young boy's voice muffled voice was heard, causing most of the students to laugh.
"What do you expect." Franz the Sorting Hat grumbled. "Try having gallons of mucus poured down your throat and let's see if you still smell like daisies. Now shut up and let me sort you.
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