Title: Felinated
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Categories: Humor, Romance, Crack, Post-Canon, Creature/Wing
Length: Long (17,700 words)
Warnings: N/A

Author on LJ: the_con_cept
Author Website: Fic Journal; (A03)

Summary: A potions accident leaves Snape as a cat until who-knows-when. Harry’s already got his hands full when a prankster starts sabotaging the rebuilding of Hogwarts. But what if it’s not just a prank?

Review: AbstractConcept is, without a doubt, my favorite Snape/Harry writer. Not only are her fics brilliant, but they’re humorous and chalked full of delicious snark (even this one despite most of the snark being in feline form). If you enjoy this fic, don’t be afraid to check out more of her work-- you won’t regret it!

Snape is a prime example of a hellcat in Felinated and while it takes Harry awhile to warm up to the cranky tomcat, it isn’t long before he’s wrapped around the ex-potions master’s paw and bribing him with exotic seafood. AbstractConcept will have you howling with laughter one moment and furrowing your brows the next as you try to figure just who is really sabotaging Hogwart’s rebuilding.

Excerpt: Harry realised McGonagall had been talking to him and made an effort to pull himself out of his mental haze. "What? He's smart," Harry said defensively. "And funny. And believe it or not, he likes a good cuddle and he loves to be strok—petted," Harry said.

"I see. I do hope you're not spoiling him too much," McGonagall replied. "I have noticed him wearing a selection of collars with brass studs, spikes, and the occasional rhinestone."

"Those were emeralds," Harry replied. "I think he's allergic to inferior stones."

McGonagall only stared.

"Or at any rate he scratched a lot when I put the others on and he's got this look he gives you when he doesn't like something," Harry explained lamely.

"To be sure. And to think I only have one simple tartan pattern collar."

Harry had the grace to be embarrassed. "He's a bit of a glamour puss, to tell the truth. Anyway, I'm sure he's not spoiled. He's just sort of—er—high maintenance. And we get on pretty well, considering." Harry couldn't seem to shut up. "I mean, sure, I've got scratches all up and down my arms and love bites on my fingers, but it's nothing much. Snape's okay. He likes me." Sure, Snape would take scraps from the other teachers, and he was known to nap on Flitwick's papers. But for some reason, when it came to maiming and bloodletting, Snape thought of no one but Harry. That was a sort of loyalty, right?

"I'm glad the two of you are getting on so well." Was it just Harry, or did the woman sound slightly amused?

"Anyway. Um. I should probably get back. It's almost six and Snape expects his sardines on his plate on the hour, or he raises an unholy fuss."

"Is that what that racket was the other night? I'd thought Peeves was taunting a banshee. At any rate, I'm glad we had this little talk."

"Me, too," Harry lied.

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