"Cats are pretty minor, relatively speaking," Potter said as he poured the stinging liquid across the back of Draco’s hand. "One time, she disappeared so long, Ron and I reported her missing. McGonagall found her in Hogwarts, having an argument with the house-elves. Another time, she robbed Borgin and Burke’s because she wanted to know how a cursed amulet worked. There was also—" he winced, "—one time she apparated into Downing Street to scold the Prime Minister about a policy decision she didn’t like. It was a mess. Worst birthday I ever had."