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Chapter 7 : Finders Keepers
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Where the bloody hell was she? She wasn’t on the map, she wouldn’t have gone into the forest…
Looking around, I saw some signs of fresh anguish. Some of the chairs were overturned, a window was smashed, and everything that was on the bed had been overturned. The hole in the window was just big enough for a small person to fit through.
Maybe she was here, dolt.
Maybe, but she isn’t anymore! Stupid voice.
Fine, figure it out yourself then.
Staring out the window, I couldn’t see anything with my eyes.
My human eyes.
Transforming, I put my paws up on the window sill and looked again. There were footsteps—very faint, but there—leading to Hogsmeade. I cursed—she might not have been noticed, but the teachers all went to Hogsmeade this time of night. I still had the cloak, but I wouldn’t be able to follow her footsteps as a human. Then it hit me.
Well, the voice told me.
You. Don’t. Need. The. Cloak. When. You. Are. A. Dog. No one. Knows. Who. You. Are.
I jumped out the window and landed in the footsteps. Although they themselves were almost gone, her scent lingered. Hesitating, I glanced back into the shack at James’ belongings. I figured they’d be fine, nobody went to the Shrieking Shack but us, they were all afraid, but I didn’t feel quite right. I jumped back in, picked them up in my mouth, and leapt out again.
I once more looked at the footsteps, and set off, running.
Eventually I made it into Hogsmeade village itself. The footsteps ended here, but her scent was stronger still. Following it, I ended up at the edge of the village again, but a different edge. It was out past Dervish and Banges, nowhere near where we normally went in Hogsmeade. I came to a stile at the foot of the mountain; jumping over it, I was led up the mountain. I was moving quickly, but it still took me a while. After about 15 minutes, the trail stopped. I was seriously confused, and the gorgeous scent of roses and—pine? Who smells like pine?—didn’t help. Looking around, I saw a small opening in the rocks.
I squeezed through the gap, not quite sure what to expect.
There she was, all curled up in a corner. Her head was on her knees, and she clearly hadn’t seen me. I transfigured back, and went and sat down next to her, mimicking her position. She didn’t respond.
“Mila,” I whispered.
She jumped about three feet.
She was very out of it, not quite sure where she was. Whipping her head wildly, she looked all around, seeing me and looking at that gap as well. After a few seconds, she calmed down, and looked at me properly. She didn’t say anything.
Then, suddenly, she was crying on my shoulder, arms around me. Mine automatically encircled her, and we sat there for a while, just hugging. I didn’t mind; there’s something nice about just sitting with a girl, not doing anything sexual, and I got to be close to Mila.
It didn’t feel like long at all, but it was probably hours we were there, just curled up against the wall in this hidden cave outside Hogsmeade.
Eventually, she stopped sobbing, and just rested her head on my shoulder. I tipped it up to look at me, and saw the emotions on her face. Sorrow, regret, fear, anger, and love. It was like looking inside her soul. She gazed back at me, her face pale and shining with tears.
“Sorry,” was the first thing out of her mouth.
“Why are you sorry?” I asked.
“Your shirt,” she responded. I glanced at it, and saw the shoulder was a bit wet.
“I didn’t like it much anyway,” I said.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“For you,” I answered.
“Did you bring anyone else?”
“No, it’s just me.”
“How did you find me?”
I hesitated, but decided to anyway.
This time, she outright screamed. Not for long though; she had enough sense for that. People would hear, and come running.
“What…but…no…it…” I honestly never thought I was that gross.
Transfiguring back, I watched her emotion change from fear to curiosity.
“But…how did you learn to do that?” she said softly.
“I can’t tell you why, but I can’t do it legally. It’s…..” should I tell her? Should I not tell her? “…James and Peter are as well.”
“No, he…didn’t want to get in trouble.”
We just sat in silence for a bit.
“I suppose you read the letter,” she said eventually. Her face had returned to its original state of sorrow.
I hesitated, but said “Remus read it out to us.”
“And I suppose you now want to come to the…to the f-funeral too,” she stuttered. It made me think she didn’t want to accept it just yet, which no one can blame her for.
“Not if you don’t want me there,” I said gently.
“I just…I need some more time to think,” she said.
“But I can’t leave you h—“
“Leave!” she shouted. “I never even wanted you here in the first place! Just go back to the castle and leave me be!”
Well, that escalated quickly.
I was a bit hurt, but I knew she was just going through a very emotional time, so I left.
What the bloody hell were my Maraudery pals (and Mila’s friends) going to say?
DISCLAIMER: I own absolutely nothing but Mila, Steph, etc. You know the drill.
So, what do we all think? Yes? No? Love it but hate it at the same time? Anything? Something? Nothing? Potato?
I quite like this chapter, a fair bit happens in it, even though it's kinda short. I know Mila seemed to be on besties-terms with Sirius at the start, but had it been Snape there at the start, she probably would have done the same thing with him. Oo-er. Anyway, she only cried on Sirius’ shoulder because he was there. Not because she likes him. Yet.
Anyway, please review, I do love them. They are like little chocolates that make me feel good rather than bad about myself.
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