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Hogwarts Targaryen Dragonborn
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Jerry blinked at Tom's question. The cat actually had a point.
Back at the Weasley house, there wasn't much food to go around, and even less that got handed out as treats. And whatever scraps did appear, they usually had to split. Sure, he got enough to eat on a normal day, but for a hoarding mouse like him, not having a proper stash felt the same as starving. That was why he kept swiping bites from Tom's bowl whenever he could.
But now they were at Hogwarts. All he had to do was ask and the tables would conjure whatever he wanted. In that case… did he really need to steal from Tom's plate anymore?
Are you kidding? I'm Jerry. Since when do I need a reason to swipe this cat's food?
With that thought, Jerry's eyes darted around. The second Tom looked away, his paw shot out lightning-fast and snatched a piece of roast meat right off Tom's plate.
"Meow, I knew you were up to something, you filthy rat!"
Tom's paw came down like a hammer before Jerry could even touch the meat, smacking the little thief's paw away.
He knew Jerry too well. The mouse could look as innocent as he wanted, but the more harmless he acted, the more Tom stayed on guard. Even while pretending to focus on his food, Tom had been watching every move.
"Hah! You really thought you could sneak one past me? Not a chance~"
Tom lifted his chin, smug as hell, whiskers twitching with pride.
"Hehe~"
Jerry didn't look the least bit disappointed. He just gave Tom a cheeky wink and pulled his other paw out from behind his back.
Clutched in that paw was a perfectly roasted piece of meat.
"?!"
Tom's eyes went wide. His whole body locked up. He was sure he'd blocked the grab—how the hell—?
Did the damn mouse use magic?
He whipped his head down to check his plate. The big piece of roast he'd been about to eat was still sitting there, untouched.
Before he could even relax, a brown paw darted in right under his nose, snatched the meat, and yanked it away.
For a split second Tom felt his entire body go rigid. Very slowly, he raised his head.
Jerry was now holding two pieces of roast meat, waving them in front of Tom's face like trophies.
"!"
Tom saw red.
After years of being the one who messed with everyone else, he was not about to let this rat humiliate him in front of the entire school. Especially not Jerry.
Furious, Tom dropped every shred of dignity. In an instant he went full cartoon mode—spinning in place like a living tire before launching himself straight at Jerry.
Jerry, who'd been busy gloating, nearly jumped out of his fur. Clutching both pieces of meat, he bolted.
And so the chase began.
Cat and mouse tore through the Great Hall in a blur of motion. Jerry was smart enough not to drag the fight onto the actual tables—his first day at Hogwarts, he wasn't about to ruin everyone's dinner. At least the students' plates were safe.
"What are you all staring at? Keep sorting!"
Professor McGonagall's voice cracked like a whip as she watched Jerry dart between chair legs and under robes, occasionally stopping to pull faces at Tom. Her headache was getting worse by the second.
She glanced up at the staff table. Dumbledore was watching the chaos with open amusement. McGonagall sighed, then turned a stern face back to the remaining first-years.
As Head of Gryffindor, none of this mess was technically her problem. If the Headmaster was content to let it happen, she wasn't going to waste her breath.
So the Sorting Ceremony continued in the middle of the madness.
"Wait—!"
Tom suddenly skidded to a stop, eyes lighting up. "I'm a wizard! Why the hell am I chasing him on foot like an idiot?"
He was a wizard now. He had a wand. Dealing with one ordinary (if ridiculously clever) mouse should be child's play.
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Jerry paused too, glancing back in confusion. Thinking Tom had given up, he held up the two pieces of meat again and wiggled them tauntingly.
"Ehehehe~"
Too bad for him, Tom wasn't playing that game anymore.
He reached into his fur, pulled out his wand, and gave it a casual little flourish.
"?!"
Jerry's eyes went huge when he realized what Tom was holding. They were inside Hogwarts. In the middle of the Sorting Feast. In front of every student and professor.
"You're not seriously—!"
"Too late, little Jerry. Up you go!"
Tom flicked his wand. The Levitation Charm hit Jerry dead-on.
Jerry squeaked and flailed, trying to fight the magic, but he was a mouse, not a wizard. The spell lifted him straight into the air like he weighed nothing.
Tom strolled over, plucked both pieces of roast meat from Jerry's paws, and gave him a smug little pat on the head.
"Impressive wandless casting," Dumbledore said from the staff table, clapping lightly. "If term had already started I might have awarded Hufflepuff two points."
Professor Sprout covered her mouth, smiling. "Well, the Sorting is over. So technically, term has started."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Fair enough. Hufflepuff—two points."
Snape's expression didn't change, but inside he was seething. Two points handed out on the very first night, and it wasn't even to Slytherin. If his own House had someone this talented…
He glanced at Draco, who was still grinning like an idiot at the Ravenclaw table, and shook his head in disappointment.
"Achoo!"
Draco sneezed suddenly. He looked around, confused. Why did it feel like someone was talking about him?
Meanwhile, Tom held the floating Jerry up like a prize. He reached out, gave the mouse's head a deliberate little squeeze, and took the meat back—slowly, just to rub it in.
Then, because he was feeling extra petty, he lifted one piece right under his own nose, sniffed it dramatically, and made a show of enjoying the smell.
Jerry struggled and kicked the entire time, but the Levitation Charm held firm. All he could do was watch helplessly as Tom played with his stolen food.
Of course, Tom knew better than to push too far. Eventually he opened his mouth wide and swallowed both pieces of roast in one go.
The light in Jerry's eyes died instantly. He went completely limp in midair, all fight gone.
Behind Tom, the giant snake that had started slithering over to help her friend paused, looking lost. She'd come to steal the meat back for Jerry… but now it was gone. What was she supposed to do now? The snake didn't know. The snake was thinking very hard.
Tom turned to Jerry with the most obnoxious, triumphant grin he could manage.
A few tables away, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hannah were huddled together.
"So Jerry's Ginny's pet?" Harry asked. "Why's he got the Weasley last name, though?"
"No clue," Ron said with a shrug. "Something to do with Mum, I think. Anyway, as long as he stays away from Scabbers, I don't care."
"But if they're both mice, why don't they get along?" Hermione frowned. "Mice are social creatures, right?"
"I have no idea," Ron muttered. He thought back to how Jerry had tormented Scabbers at the Burrow and rolled his eyes. "If I hadn't been watching, Scabbers probably would've ended up dead. Ever since I got home he's been terrified—won't even come out of my pocket."
He patted the lump in his robes where Scabbers was curled up, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Hannah, who'd been quiet until now, suddenly spoke up. "Has anyone noticed something weird?"
"What?" the others asked.
"Tom just talked. Out loud."
"…"
Harry blinked. Now that she mentioned it… yeah. Tom had never spoken before. He'd always used the signboard. But somehow it felt completely normal that he could talk now.
Luna, who'd been listening, tilted her head. "It's not strange. He's Tom."
"…Yeah," Hermione admitted after a moment. "When it comes to Tom, nothing really surprises me anymore."
Tom, who had just floated back to the table with a thoroughly defeated Jerry, caught the tail end of their conversation.
"You guys talking about me?"
He set Jerry down on the table. The mouse looked like he'd lost the will to live.
Ariana popped up beside him and poked the floating mouse with one finger. "So… you two know each other?"
"Of course."
Tom answered without thinking, then paused. He hadn't even realized he could talk until just now. The last time it happened had been inside the Mirror of Erised too—suddenly he and Jerry could just… speak to each other.
Does being around him give me some kind of weird buff?
He placed Jerry back on the table properly and explained, "We're from the same place. I just got luckier than him, that's all."
"Lucky my ass!" Jerry snapped, ears flattening. "If I had your luck I'd be stuck with a useless owl too!"
"George is not useless!"
Tom huffed. "Besides, who said he's my only pet?"
"George? Pfft—"
Jerry couldn't help it. The second he heard the name he started laughing.
He'd lived at the Burrow long enough to know the Weasley family. Hearing that Tom's owl shared a name with one of Ginny's brothers was just too funny.
Even Ron's expression turned strange. No matter how many times he heard it, picturing his brother's head on an owl's body was still ridiculous.
He just hoped George never found out, or there'd be hell to pay.
"I get why you named the owl that," Jerry said once he stopped laughing, "but even with a whole zoo of pets, you still can't beat mine. Right, Nagini?"
He waved at the giant snake. The serpent, who'd been having an intense internal debate about whether she still needed to help, obediently slithered over and lowered her head so Jerry could climb on top.
Sure enough, the moment Jerry called the snake by name, several people at the staff table reacted.
Newt's eyes sharpened. Dumbledore's expression grew complicated. And the man calling himself Percival Graves looked downright intrigued.
Nagani.