Bella’s Cats

The two lay dazed on the cold floor of some spacious place. They felt as though they had been hit by a truck, or at least what they assumed that would feel like.

Harry groaned as he struggled to sit up, moving his fluffy black paws so that they would hold him up. He shivered as the pads of his paws touched the icy floor.

Shakily he balanced himself, not yet used to the strange feeling of his new form. He took a step toward the brown tabby cat a bit away from him nearly falling as his legs threatened to give out. Persisting however he slowly made his way to his companion nudging her awake with a cold nose.