Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for Transfiguration, Lesson 1.
He can't see her among the overgrown grass, weeds and discarded rubbish, but Minerva can see him. Even if the boy did spot her all he'd see is a tabby cat, but that would require explanations when he arrived at Hogwarts.
Because at some point he was bound to see her in her animagus form, and if were half as intelligent as Lily was then he'd know it was her.
He has Lily's eyes, but facially he looks like James.
Albus had forbidden from going near the Dursleys house so she'd wait at the end of the street and follow him to a long abandoned house. Some days he'd be there until long after night had fallen, and she'd walk several paces behind him in the shadows to make sure he arrived at the Dursleys safely.
Which was fine now it was the summer holidays, but she dreads to think about what could happen to him when she was back at Hogwarts.
When her visits to see if he were okay would become scarce; he wasn't fully okay now this she knew. Arabella had kept her well informed on the Dursleys treated the boy, and it was probably worse than Arabella knew.
Her tail flicks in annoyance and the urge to hiss is strong just thinking about the Dursleys.
Neither James or Lily would have wanted him to be left with that family. Which was something she'd tried to tell Albus several times, but he didn't listen.
Not for the first time Minerva wished more than anything that was something she could do to help Harry, but she was powerless.
Sure she'd thought about taking him away several times, but Albus would find them and Harry would be returned to the Dursleys.
What he'd do about her defying him she didn't know and she didn't want to.
So until Harry came to Hogwarts all she could do was hide in the grass or shadows and watch.
