Getting Caught for Sure

                "I caught it! I caught it, I caught it, James!"

                "Brilliant!" James cried, running over to inspect. Then he got very still. "Not the right one, mate," he muttered.

"What do you mean this isn't it?" asked Sirius, gazing at the cat trapped in the unbreakable net.

                "She was just playing with hers out on the grounds, Sirius." James eyed the trapped cat warily.

                "No way." Sirius stared at the tabby in the net. "No . . . no. You don't mean?"

                "Oh, but I do." He looked a little ill.

                "P-professor?" said Sirius timidly.

                The meow it gave him wasn't particularly amused.