I'm not a kitten... Okay, I'm a Kitten

I'm not a kitten... Okay, I'm Kitten: Chapter 1

Boy began teaching himself to read so Ma'am and Sir were right. He didn't need tutors because he could teach himself.

When Boy was six, he read through every single book in Jamie's room. Jamie's room was very nice. Boy had not been allowed to walk around in any of the bedrooms, even the empty ones. There were a lot of empty ones. Boy was proud of himself for counting them all. There were four empty bedrooms on the second floor and seven on the third floor. That made eleven empty rooms all together. He didn't have to count on his fingers anymore to add little numbers!

There were no other rooms on his floor, which no one ever went near. It was less than half the size of Jamie's room, but that was okay. There were six small beds, made for house elves. They were set up like triple decker bunk beds. As soon as Boy was led up there, five of the mattresses were banished. It was a little bit bigger than the one he had in his nursery, so it was nice, even if it was thin.

Still, when Ma'am and Sir took Jamie to his friend's house for a playdate, Boy snuck down the stairs and searched three doors before he found the right one.

Boy had frozen on the spot. Jamie's room was amazing. He had a really big bed with soft comfy blankies, and more pillows than Boy could count.

The walls were pale gold and he had thick, fluffy carpets in crimson. There were piles and piles of toys all over the place. On the far wall, there was a bookcase as tall as Boy! There were so many books that Boy guessed it must be a bajillion! And they all looked brand new, even if they were covered in dust.

Settling his nerves, Boy took a deep breath. He carefully reached out and paused, just centimeters from his aim, tensing. He was sure to be caught if he touched anything of Jamie's and he would surely be punished.

Rather than taking as many as his thin arms could carry, which he desperately wanted to do, Boy took two of the skinniest books he could find so that there wouldn't be any gaps in the shelves. Boy couldn't let them know he'd left the fourth floor.

Boy ran so fast that he could barely breathe by the time he hurriedly shut his door.

It only took about eight months of sneaking to read all of Jamie's books.

By the time Boy was seven, he had figured out how to wipe away the spider web-like tendrils of magic surrounding the massive wooden doors to the Potter family library. Much like his escapades to Jamie's room, these trips had to be done in secret.

Twice that year, Boy was caught. Thankfully, he'd been caught on his way to the library, rather than on his way back. If Sir found out that he was reading, Boy would be in a lot of trouble. As it was, Boy was whipped across his back and bottom for sneaking off the fourth floor. For two days, Boy was unable to sit, or move much at all. That was normal for Boy these days.

It was that year that Jamie found out that he had a twin. Sir and ma'am didn't want Jamie to know about Boy, but Jamie had been wandering around the house just as Boy was making his way down the rickety stairs to use the toilet.

It was odd, seeing as Jamie never ventured onto the third floor.

Jamie took Boy's arm and dragged him down the stairs, all the while yelling for 'mum and dad'.

He proceeded to yell about how some street child had wandered into their property and needed to be removed immediately. Jamie was not used to seeing other children in his house, because Sir and Ma'am always had his playdates at his friend's houses.

So, they had to tell Jamie the truth. Boy was his brother, but he was kept away from the family for safety reasons. Boy was diseased and not to be seen or heard by anyone.