Title: The Furry Perspective
Disclaimer: I don’t own Final Fantasy VIII or Harry Potter.
Summary: What happens when someone attacks a sorcerer with Legilimency?
Universe: Connections
Author’s Notes: My cat prompted this one and is completely responsible for it being from Rabbit and Angelo’s POV. Mr. Cuddles talks to me a lot, and I keep wondering what he’s saying. You know, other than, “Hey, human slave, my litter box smells and I knocked over the dry food. Clean it up. And pet me when you’re done.” And yeah, I'll admit this one is a bit silly and strange.
The Furry Perspective
My little one is an idiot, Rabbit huffed as she followed the teenager through the castle and towards Stinky’s rooms. She didn’t understand why her boy forced himself to come to this place every few days, but all humans did several things she didn’t understand and her boy was no exception.
Rabbit missed the small boy she could knock down and stop from doing something stupid. He had been controllable then. A little nudge here, a growl there, a whimper when his attention wandered, and he would be distracted from whatever stupid thing he was interested in doing. If those didn’t work, she had grabbed his shirt with her teeth or gently knocked him down, letting him know she would not tolerate his foolishness.
But her Harry was human, and like all humans, he grew up into an independent pain. And he had learned to dodge her grabs.
Rabbit missed Ice. He had a way of handling her boy, making sure her boy didn’t go off alone and do something stupid.
She knew the humans called Ice by another name, but that was what the boy had smelled like when she had seen him for the first time as a pup--cold and harsh and unforgiving. He had smelled like that right up until her boy had looked at him with such a pitiful look that Rabbit had tried to lick his chin in comfort. Ice had melted for a moment, smelling more like gentle wind and spring rain, all fresh and full of promise.
Rabbit sneezed, trying to clear Stinky’s scent from her nose, and then growled at Stinky. Offensive though they were, the scents and perfumes the little girls in her boy’s tower covered their bodies with were far more pleasant smelling than the things Stinky played with all day.
“That thing is not allowed inside my classroom, Potter,” Stinky growled back.
Tried to growl, really. The only human Rabbit had ever heard do a real growl was the one who had been locked into a trunk for months. Rabbit missed him; she had had great fun exchanging growls with him in the too clean place after her boy had returned bleeding and bruised months ago. Rabbit was still angry at the Old One for refusing her access to the maze of bushes when her boy had disappeared.
“Yes, Professor,” her boy sighed as he knelt down in front of her.
Rabbit thought it was silly of her boy to do this, he had his back to Stinky, but he was smaller than her now. Maybe she could drag him away? Rabbit’s tail wagged at the thought.
“I have to do something, Rabbit. You can’t come with me,” her boy whispered, his scent full of nervous fear and grim determination.
Rabbit whimpered and sniffed his face, making him smile briefly and scratch her behind her ears. She didn’t like this; she didn’t want her boy to be alone with Stinky. Stinky smelled of glee and anticipation under all the oil, smoke, and dead things. He was planning something for her boy, something to hurt him.
“Potter. Now.”
Her boy sighed as he stood, and with one last pat and scratch, her boy walked into the room, leaving Rabbit out in the hall.
Rabbit growled at Stinky as he shut the door, promising him pain if he hurt her boy, and Stinky sneered in reply.
Alone, Rabbit did not lie down on the ground as she normally did, but paced up and down the hall. Stinky was planning something for her boy, and she need to be ready to knock the door down and bite him when he did.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angelo growled softly in annoyance as her girl continued to put her things into the box. Where was she going to sleep if her bed was in a box?
Angelo didn’t want to leave. She liked this place, so many different smells and people to pat and scratch her and places to explore. Of all the places her human had taken her, this one was her favorite. Angelo knew her girl didn’t want to leave, either. Her girl loved this place and Snow, the human who shared these rooms.
Her girl loved Snow, and Snow loved her girl, but Angelo wasn’t sure if she liked him. Snow was too soft and malleable around her girl, too easily molded and changed. His scent was all wrong for her girl.
Angelo had liked Snow’s scent once, when he had smelled of ice and harsh winters, smelled of someone who could stand strong in front of her Rinoa’s inner flame. He didn’t smell like that now. Now he smelled like the fluffy white drifts Angelo played in every winter, the stuff she crushed under her paws and her girl molded into silly shapes.
Her girl liked Snow when he smelled that way and gave into her desires. Angelo knew better. Snow was meant to smell like the harsh cold outside the Shumi’s home, not like the white stuff.
“You…I…” Her Rinoa shook her head at Snow, her lower lip trembling in a way that made Angelo growl. “We need to take a break from each other.”
Snow glanced down at Angelo when she growled, but his eyes immediately focused on the girl again. “Rinoa, it was an accident. I wouldn’t-”
“That’s not what this was about,” her girl said, angrily tossing Angelo’s favorite chewing bone into the box, and Angelo huffed when she smelled the obvious lie. “I just…You’ve been so obsessed with finding that boy and trying to remember your past, I need a break, okay?!”
Snow’s scent changed ever so slightly, carrying a hint of the Ice Angelo had liked so much. Perhaps Snow would stand up to her girl like he had before.
Snow’s scent changed again, back to the wet mush Angelo hated, and she whimpered. Snow was neutered once more.
“My past is important to me, Rinoa. I need to know what happened,” Snow said slowly, his scent still white mush though his words were close to what he would have said if he smelled like ice.
Angelo rubbed against her girl’s leg when she closed her eyes to ward off the tears Angelo could smell coming. It was a trick she had picked up from watching cats, but where cats did it for food and pets, Angelo did it to comfort her girl. It usually worked; not this time.
Rinoa shook her head and continued to pack Angelo’s things in the box. Angelo was tempted to jump on the bed and drag her bed out, making her thoughts about leaving very clear, but something smelled wrong.
It took a moment for Angelo to identify the strange smell: summer storms and lightning, something dark and foul, and magic, but not her girl’s magic. Angelo sniffed the air and turned towards the strange smells.
It was coming from Snow.
Snow was bent over, clutching head and grimacing. He made no sound, though Angelo could smell his pain. Angelo smelled blood when Snow bit his lip to hold back his screams.
Angelo started barking, warning her girl to run. She couldn’t protect her Rinoa against threats she couldn’t see.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rabbit didn’t have to wait long for her boy’s screams.
She ran to the end of the hall, turned around, and ran back to the door, her head tucked down to ram it. The impact made her world spin, but Rabbit didn’t let that stop her. She was built for this; Ice had trained her to defend her boy, and she always would. She repeated the process three more times, her fourth run sending the lower half of the door and splinters flying into the room.
Rabbit, despite the pain she was in, let out a happy yip when she saw the door had landed on Stinky, knocking him out.
Shaking off the pain, Rabbit walked to where her boy was curled up on the floor, sniffing the air, trying to figure what, other than Stinky, was making him scream in pain. She nuzzled him, taking in the strange scents coating him.
Dark and twisted and dead was from Stinky’s magic; hot summer storms and lightning was her boy; the melting ice and slush was…
Rabbit whimpered and nuzzled her boy, trying to ease the pain he was in and knowing there was nothing she could do, as she tried to figure out why the wet, cold smell was familiar yet not.
It…
Rabbit sniffed her boy, focusing on his scar where the scent was strongest. She reared back in surprise when she recognized it.
Ice. Her boy smelled like Ice!
And the smell was getting stronger.
Rabbit started barking at her boy, confused why her Harry smelled so different and why she couldn’t see Ice, yet determined to tell Ice he was needed to help her keep her boy out of trouble.
Her boy suddenly stopped screaming, even though Rabbit could smell he was in pain, and lifted his head, looking straight at her. Rabbit stopped barking, her lips peeling back in a silent growl.
This wasn’t her boy. He looked like her boy, he was in her boy’s body, but it wasn’t her boy.
Not-boy stared at her, his expression almost smooth except for his confused frown.
“Rabbit?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angelo growled around a mouthful of skirt, trying her best to pull her girl away from Snow’s body.
Everything about Snow smelled wrong. There was a faint hint of the soft cold Angelo was used to, but it was overpowered by the summer rain and unfamiliar magic. Angelo didn’t like the smell. It was a threat to her girl.
Snow’s body opened his eyes, and whatever was in Snow’s body pushed her Rinoa away. Angelo tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, ripping her mouthful of her girl’s skirt off in the process.
Her Rinoa frowned at Snow, her scent full of confusion and hurt. “Squall?”
“No!” the thing in Snow’s body shouted, backing away from Rinoa, and Angelo could smell its fear. “Who the bloody hell are you?!”
My little one is an idiot, Rabbit huffed as she followed the teenager through the castle and towards Stinky’s rooms. She didn’t understand why her boy forced himself to come to this place every few days, but all humans did several things she didn’t understand and her boy was no exception.
Rabbit missed the small boy she could knock down and stop from doing something stupid. He had been controllable then. A little nudge here, a growl there, a whimper when his attention wandered, and he would be distracted from whatever stupid thing he was interested in doing. If those didn’t work, she had grabbed his shirt with her teeth or gently knocked him down, letting him know she would not tolerate his foolishness.
But her Harry was human, and like all humans, he grew up into an independent pain. And he had learned to dodge her grabs.
Rabbit missed Ice. He had a way of handling her boy, making sure her boy didn’t go off alone and do something stupid.
She knew the humans called Ice by another name, but that was what the boy had smelled like when she had seen him for the first time as a pup--cold and harsh and unforgiving. He had smelled like that right up until her boy had looked at him with such a pitiful look that Rabbit had tried to lick his chin in comfort. Ice had melted for a moment, smelling more like gentle wind and spring rain, all fresh and full of promise.
Rabbit sneezed, trying to clear Stinky’s scent from her nose, and then growled at Stinky. Offensive though they were, the scents and perfumes the little girls in her boy’s tower covered their bodies with were far more pleasant smelling than the things Stinky played with all day.
“That thing is not allowed inside my classroom, Potter,” Stinky growled back.
Tried to growl, really. The only human Rabbit had ever heard do a real growl was the one who had been locked into a trunk for months. Rabbit missed him; she had had great fun exchanging growls with him in the too clean place after her boy had returned bleeding and bruised months ago. Rabbit was still angry at the Old One for refusing her access to the maze of bushes when her boy had disappeared.
“Yes, Professor,” her boy sighed as he knelt down in front of her.
Rabbit thought it was silly of her boy to do this, he had his back to Stinky, but he was smaller than her now. Maybe she could drag him away? Rabbit’s tail wagged at the thought.
“I have to do something, Rabbit. You can’t come with me,” her boy whispered, his scent full of nervous fear and grim determination.
Rabbit whimpered and sniffed his face, making him smile briefly and scratch her behind her ears. She didn’t like this; she didn’t want her boy to be alone with Stinky. Stinky smelled of glee and anticipation under all the oil, smoke, and dead things. He was planning something for her boy, something to hurt him.
“Potter. Now.”
Her boy sighed as he stood, and with one last pat and scratch, her boy walked into the room, leaving Rabbit out in the hall.
Rabbit growled at Stinky as he shut the door, promising him pain if he hurt her boy, and Stinky sneered in reply.
Alone, Rabbit did not lie down on the ground as she normally did, but paced up and down the hall. Stinky was planning something for her boy, and she need to be ready to knock the door down and bite him when he did.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angelo growled softly in annoyance as her girl continued to put her things into the box. Where was she going to sleep if her bed was in a box?
Angelo didn’t want to leave. She liked this place, so many different smells and people to pat and scratch her and places to explore. Of all the places her human had taken her, this one was her favorite. Angelo knew her girl didn’t want to leave, either. Her girl loved this place and Snow, the human who shared these rooms.
Her girl loved Snow, and Snow loved her girl, but Angelo wasn’t sure if she liked him. Snow was too soft and malleable around her girl, too easily molded and changed. His scent was all wrong for her girl.
Angelo had liked Snow’s scent once, when he had smelled of ice and harsh winters, smelled of someone who could stand strong in front of her Rinoa’s inner flame. He didn’t smell like that now. Now he smelled like the fluffy white drifts Angelo played in every winter, the stuff she crushed under her paws and her girl molded into silly shapes.
Her girl liked Snow when he smelled that way and gave into her desires. Angelo knew better. Snow was meant to smell like the harsh cold outside the Shumi’s home, not like the white stuff.
“You…I…” Her Rinoa shook her head at Snow, her lower lip trembling in a way that made Angelo growl. “We need to take a break from each other.”
Snow glanced down at Angelo when she growled, but his eyes immediately focused on the girl again. “Rinoa, it was an accident. I wouldn’t-”
“That’s not what this was about,” her girl said, angrily tossing Angelo’s favorite chewing bone into the box, and Angelo huffed when she smelled the obvious lie. “I just…You’ve been so obsessed with finding that boy and trying to remember your past, I need a break, okay?!”
Snow’s scent changed ever so slightly, carrying a hint of the Ice Angelo had liked so much. Perhaps Snow would stand up to her girl like he had before.
Snow’s scent changed again, back to the wet mush Angelo hated, and she whimpered. Snow was neutered once more.
“My past is important to me, Rinoa. I need to know what happened,” Snow said slowly, his scent still white mush though his words were close to what he would have said if he smelled like ice.
Angelo rubbed against her girl’s leg when she closed her eyes to ward off the tears Angelo could smell coming. It was a trick she had picked up from watching cats, but where cats did it for food and pets, Angelo did it to comfort her girl. It usually worked; not this time.
Rinoa shook her head and continued to pack Angelo’s things in the box. Angelo was tempted to jump on the bed and drag her bed out, making her thoughts about leaving very clear, but something smelled wrong.
It took a moment for Angelo to identify the strange smell: summer storms and lightning, something dark and foul, and magic, but not her girl’s magic. Angelo sniffed the air and turned towards the strange smells.
It was coming from Snow.
Snow was bent over, clutching head and grimacing. He made no sound, though Angelo could smell his pain. Angelo smelled blood when Snow bit his lip to hold back his screams.
Angelo started barking, warning her girl to run. She couldn’t protect her Rinoa against threats she couldn’t see.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rabbit didn’t have to wait long for her boy’s screams.
She ran to the end of the hall, turned around, and ran back to the door, her head tucked down to ram it. The impact made her world spin, but Rabbit didn’t let that stop her. She was built for this; Ice had trained her to defend her boy, and she always would. She repeated the process three more times, her fourth run sending the lower half of the door and splinters flying into the room.
Rabbit, despite the pain she was in, let out a happy yip when she saw the door had landed on Stinky, knocking him out.
Shaking off the pain, Rabbit walked to where her boy was curled up on the floor, sniffing the air, trying to figure what, other than Stinky, was making him scream in pain. She nuzzled him, taking in the strange scents coating him.
Dark and twisted and dead was from Stinky’s magic; hot summer storms and lightning was her boy; the melting ice and slush was…
Rabbit whimpered and nuzzled her boy, trying to ease the pain he was in and knowing there was nothing she could do, as she tried to figure out why the wet, cold smell was familiar yet not.
It…
Rabbit sniffed her boy, focusing on his scar where the scent was strongest. She reared back in surprise when she recognized it.
Ice. Her boy smelled like Ice!
And the smell was getting stronger.
Rabbit started barking at her boy, confused why her Harry smelled so different and why she couldn’t see Ice, yet determined to tell Ice he was needed to help her keep her boy out of trouble.
Her boy suddenly stopped screaming, even though Rabbit could smell he was in pain, and lifted his head, looking straight at her. Rabbit stopped barking, her lips peeling back in a silent growl.
This wasn’t her boy. He looked like her boy, he was in her boy’s body, but it wasn’t her boy.
Not-boy stared at her, his expression almost smooth except for his confused frown.
“Rabbit?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angelo growled around a mouthful of skirt, trying her best to pull her girl away from Snow’s body.
Everything about Snow smelled wrong. There was a faint hint of the soft cold Angelo was used to, but it was overpowered by the summer rain and unfamiliar magic. Angelo didn’t like the smell. It was a threat to her girl.
Snow’s body opened his eyes, and whatever was in Snow’s body pushed her Rinoa away. Angelo tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, ripping her mouthful of her girl’s skirt off in the process.
Her Rinoa frowned at Snow, her scent full of confusion and hurt. “Squall?”
“No!” the thing in Snow’s body shouted, backing away from Rinoa, and Angelo could smell its fear. “Who the bloody hell are you?!”
Tags: connections, crossover, ffviii, hp, squall/harry