bgmoth:

the first time Harry sees professor McGonagall transform into a cat, an odd feeling of deja vu stays with him throughout the day. late in the evening, when he’s just drifting off to sleep, a sudden memory jerks him awake. Little Whinging. that’s where he’s seen the cat. in fact, he now remembers seeing her quite often – ever since he was old enough to be assigned small gardening tasks, she’s been around. he’s seen her lounging on the sun-warmed stone walks, quietly sitting in the shadows of the neatly trimmed hedges on Privet Drive, always watching him curiously. he used to think it was a neighbour’s cat – looking way too calm and well-groomed to be a stray…

…and then he abruptly sits up, eyes widening at the memory of that one time when he chased her and tried to pet her.