Chapter 2 : Chapter One.
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I was free..
But I had nowhere to go.
Anywhere would be better than home.
I looked out, over the square. A few birds were pecking the ground. I smiled weakly, suppressing the urge to chase them, as I had done so many times as a child.
I tore my gaze from the pigeons and dragged my trunk down the road. A women walked by, giving my trunk an odd look. A muggle. I ignored her and strode on as if I hadn’t noticed her.
Once I reached the street corner, I stopped.
I really was in a muddle.
I had no home.
I sat on my trunk, by the road. The sky was getting steadily darker, but not night time dark. The streetlight above me was flickering, getting ready to shower the street with light in an hours time.
I was cold and alone.
My owl, Precious, was out delivering a letter to my best friend, James. She had been gone for almost a week now, and I was beginning to worry about her.
I kicked a stone beneath my feet.
I now lived on the streets. This was my new home.
If I transformed, I could act like a stray dog, it wouldn’t be too hard, and people wouldn’t bother me.
But there was a problem.
If I transformed, I would still have to drag my trunk around with me, and its not every day you see a dog carrying a heavy trunk around.
I dwelled on this for a little while, until an idea struck.
I opened the trunk, and whisked out a quill and some ink, just as a car sped past.
The wind blew the Marauders Map from my trunk. I gasped. Laying down the quill and ink bottle on the pavement, I ran into the road to save the Map.
A relieved grin spread across my face, as I managed to grab the Map. I turned, in glory, back to the pavement. I began to walk back to my awaiting quill, when a whirring noise reached my ears. I froze momentarily.
Coming out of my stupor, five seconds later, I leapt onto the pavement, just in time to miss a motorbike racing down the road.
”Woah.” I murmured.
Sitting on the ground, I began to scrawl a note on a piece of scrap paper.
I have run away. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I had to do it – I couldn’t stand another minute with those people. Antonia was upset, but I’m sure she’ll learn to live with it. Thing is, I’m going to transform, and pose as a stray dog, and I need somewhere to put my trunk? Please, take care of my trunk, and I’ll see you on the Hogwarts Express.
I slid the note into the trunk. Now all I needed was a way to transport my trunk to James’ house. I rolled my eyes and shoved my hands in my pockets. Sitting back down on my trunk, I began to think hard. Then the answer hit me! No, literally, it hit me!
My owl, Precious, came swooping down and landed on my face. I grinned as she hopped off me. She had brought a thick envelope with her. I took the letter from her and put it in my pocket. I’d read it later. Then I took out my wand, and, making sure nobody was looking, shrunk my trunk. I attached the mini trunk to Precious’ leg and told her to deliver it to James. She hooted in understanding and set off immediately.
I was alone with just my wand to defend myself. I tucked my wand into my shirt pocket and closed my eyes. I concentrated on an image of a dog, remembering all the markings clearly.
Animagi was a difficult skill, and you had to use up every ounce of concentration you had to master it.
I held on to the image in my head, whilst imagining myself at this very moment. I was wearing faded blue jeans, and a blue shirt. My shoes were a very stylish pair which my favourite cousin Andromeda bought for me during her visit to America. My black hair hung around my ears and my eyes were crinkled shut.
Now I combined the two images, and I could feel myself transforming. I could see it too, before my eyes, in my mind. First, my hands morphed into paws, then my nose turned into a snout. The next thing I knew, I was on all fours, and fur was exploding from every pore in my body.
A moment later, I was a snarling black dog.
I was still new to animagi, so it took longer than it should for me to transform, as I’d only ever done it at full moons before.
I opened my stone grey eyes, and blinked. My world was black and white now.
I began to pad along the pavement. Although I was large for a dog, a lot of things, which had seemed small to my human eyes, seemed huge to me now.
The world was actually beautiful, in black and white. I couldn’t decide which world I preferred though; the dog world, or the human world.
As I rounded a corner, a women walked by, holding her daughters hand.
The daughter grinned at me.
“LOOK, MUMMY – A DOGGIE!” She exclaimed.
Her mother squealed and dragged the little girl away from me. I let my tongue loll out in a friendly fashion, but the women seemed to think I was bearing my teeth and shooed me away. I scampered off, tail between my legs.
Five minutes later, I passed a big building. Small children were spilling out of the building, and a ringing noise vibrated through the air. I grinned a doggish grin as the children ran to the gates. A huge gaggle of children filed out, clutching on to their parents hands.
A young girl was the first to spot me. So began bawling. Her mother comforted her and pulled her past me. Then a bunch of girls skipped over to me and began patting me. I was enjoying the attention, but I needed to leave soon, if I was going to find somewhere to stay the night.
I waggled my tail and set off again, but a boy, of around ten, grasped my tail and pulled. I whipped around, baring my teeth, growling. The boys hands freed my tail, and he backed off, eyes wide.
”LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU GREAT BRUTE!” A women yelled, holding her children back, away from me.
A man kicked at me. I yelped and ran, their shouts echoing in my mind.
I ran around a block of flats, dodging passers-by and growling at stray cats. After about ten minutes of non-stop running, a hill appeared before me.
I came to a halt at the foot of the hill, staring up at my new challenge. A road ran down the middle of the hill, and cars sped past. I was situated behind a traffic light. The cars were all stopping by the traffic lights, for some unknown reason, and were forming a queue.
I looked up at the traffic lights. A light at the top was shining down. I couldn’t actually see what colour it was, as I had dog-vision[black and white world etc], but I’d seen traffic lights before, and guessed this was the red light, as the red lights always seemed to be at the top.
I saw the reason for the red light almost immediately. A boy had pressed the button on the traffic lights across the road. My doggie eyes opened in shock.
I knew this boy!
His name was Carl Thomas. He went to Hogwarts, and was in my year. He shared a dormitory with my friends and I, but he didn’t really mix with us – he hung out with the Ravenclaws.
Carl was dressed in black jeans and a black shirt. The top three buttons on his shirt were undone, and he was wearing black boots. His hair was black too, although his eyes were an electric blue.
I had always been interesting in Carl, and decided to follow him.
By now, he had crossed the road and the cars had started up again.
Carl noticed me watching him, and smiled. He didn’t know it was me though, as I was in my dog form. He began steadily walking up the hill. I followed him, keeping a distance though, so he didn’t realise I was following him.
I think he felt me following him, as he kept glancing back furtively every now and again, but each time I just pretended to be interested in a bush close by.
When we reached the top of the hill, however, he seemed to forget his suspicions of a stalker and ran straight towards a cosy little cottage.
The cottage was most interesting. Moss covered its face. The only parts of the cottage that I could see which wasn’t moss-covered, were the windows and door. I followed Carl towards the house, curiously. He knocked on the door. There was no reply. I hid behind a car.
Carl knocked again. I could see his patience wearing. He stood and waited for a whole minute before knocking again. I edged closer, hiding behind a bush now.
”Who’s there?” I heard a voice call from the cottage. The voice sounded slightly mad, rasping even, but definitely feminine.
”Mother its me, Carl!” Carl called back, staring intently at the door.
There was a sound of bolts lifting and a key in a lock, and then, suddenly, the door swung open.
A thin women stood in the doorway. Her hair was tangled and matted. Her skin was pale and wrinkled. She looked ill. Her figure was petite, and she looked very underweight. She was sweating.
”Carl..” She murmured.
”Hello mum.” Carl stated. I looked closely at his expression. I saw, with a shock, that Carl was smiling widely. This was the first real smile I had seen Carl Thomas wear.
A.N: Is Dean Thomas a half blood? LOL! I just dont know. >.< He might be. Well if he's not, it doesnt matter 'cause Carl Thomas can or cannot be his father. =] Depends whether any of you know the truth! =]
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