Harry's P.O.V.:

It had started to get a bit uncomfortable with all the stares practically burning holes through my body. "Hey!" I snapped my fingers. "Anyone in there?" Jokingly, I knocked on Sirius' forehead, and he slapped my arm away.

Snape finally raised his eyes to my face, "Potter, you're a Neko! A warrior Royal! Do you know how rare that is!?"

"Huh? Oh, really! I thought I was just one but I couldn't tell which..." I muttered.

Snape just rolled his eyes at me. "Do you at least know who your mate is yet?"

Ginny cut in here, "Wait, a mate?!"

"Yes, Ginny."

"But you were supposed to marry me, and then have children, and then-"

"Ginevra. Molly. Weasley," Her mother glared at her. "Now is not the time or place to tell fantasies!"

"Guys? How am I even a Neko, by the way?" I questioned.

Mr Weasley filled in for me, "It must be from dormant genes in your mother's side, because I know for sure James never had any Nekos in his family for at least two centuries."

"Well, I-" Stopping in my sentence, I caught a floral scent from upstairs. "What's that smell?" I asked.

"There's nothing there, mate!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah. There is." Striding over to the stairs, I poked my head through the banisters for a second or two. The trail was stronger now. I ran up the stairs, two at a time- the scent was moving. Wait; no, that's not right. There were two? "What is that?!" I mumbled to myself.

Suddenly my eyes turned more catlike as the trial grew even stronger. My pupils narrowed out to slits. "There is only a door blocking my path now, it seems..." I mused.

Unlocking the door to the room, something struck me. Not physically, but my magic seemed to take an invisible blow. Once I had straightened up, it was like I had no control over my body. The scent was definitely coming from here, but-

"Harry? Why did you come in here?" George stepped towards me. Bad move, I thought.

"Mate!" A deep purr eminated from his throat as he drew closer, his eyes turning misty. Stepping forwards once more, he managed to reach me in one graceful lunge. He grabbed my shoulders and for some reason I was compelled to- strangely enough- cock my head before embracing him, so I did.

"H-harry! What are you d-doing!?" Fred stumbled in on us. Fred soon repeated the same ritual; stepping over, his eyes stormy grey, me cocking my head and completing a catlike crouch in my efforts to reach him halfway.

Suddenly the compulsion ended and I felt a new need to rest. "Mates..." I yawned back at them and collapsed on the king-sized bed beside me.

Distantly, I heard Hermione walk into the room. "Harry, what was all that about? Why did you come in the... twin's... room..." she trailed off as her eyes took in me lying on a bed with her boyfriend's twin brothers sitting beside me with a worried look on their faces.

This is my first fanfic I've kept on wattpad and tried to publish loads. This chapter is about half the size of the previous one, but eventually today I'll have 5 chapters up soon and keep going whenever I can 'til the book is finished and I'm planning on more books to do with different topics. Wish me luck!

Xxx Amy