a/n for alli-son who told me to write something longer:) and vicsy who told her to tell me that.... and to all who yelled at me to put this back up. 'tis back, and will be reworked to go better with the books. but don't worry, it won't change much...
disowner: the great and almighty goddess of potterdom J. K. Rowling owns all ~bows down in worship~
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The night is dark, I like it. It is the perfect time for a hunt. I leave through one of the many of the exits this castle has and enter the world outside, my gold coat hidden by the black of night. I head toward the lake and forest. Usually a good meal can be found here. A cold breeze ripples through my fur, something is out of place. I taste it, there is a creature that doesn't belong. I turn toward the forest.
There is something abnormal out there, i know it. I feel it. I must flee this place, something is not right and i can't put my finger, or should I say paw on it! Something big is out there in the shadows, in my territory. I taste, well, feel the air again. What is this creature?! I'd almost say it was a dog, but not quite. The creature wants to kill. Instinct says to run, but curiosity tells me to stay. I stay.
Oh damn this curiosity!
The shadow moves, I approach. Through the darkness I see its shape. A dog, or so in looks... Something about it seems smarter...Not that that says anything...
You're no dog, what are you doing here? I ask it through our minds. Us animals can converse by more then the eye or the ear can tell. To my surprise, the beast laughs.
You are rather smart for a cat. You're right, I'm no dog. He answers back. I step closer. Look him in the eyes, look deep into the eyes. I see it now, i can read his entire story from here, rather depressing. Oh well.
A wizard. So why are you back at Hogwart's if you know there are people around here that would be merciful to kill you? I ask rather tactfully, but being a cat, I don't care.
'Cos they'll ne'er know I was here. Even if they did, Dumbledore
wouldn't allow it. Something about him tells me not to trust him right
away. If he's being hunted by his own kind, there must be good reason,
though human reason is usually hard to come by. I leave, and continue
on my hunt before the sun rises.