Protector
Normally she wasn't this thorough. True, every night she would make her customary rounds through the castle but usually it was to give herself time to clam down before bed. That was before Dumbledore was forced to leave. Her hackles rose as she thought about that woman, that toad that forced Hogwarts strongest protector to desert his school. She swore that if anything happened to this school she would tear that woman apart. Now, every night she patrolled each and every hallway, using passages that even the Weasley twins didn't know about. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, and that the toad was in bed for the night, she made her way to take care of her most important charge. No matter what happened, she would protect him above all else.
The moonlight played tag with the shadows on the back of a silver tabby as she slinked down the hallway. She paused in front of a painting and regarded it silently. The Fat Lady was sleeping soundly. Stretching up on her hind legs, she batted at the woman.
"Mrow?" Said the cat.
" Huh? Mmmm? What? Who, whos there? Asked the portrait sleepily.
"Mrow?" the cat said again.
"Oh, it's you"
Sitting down the cat regarded the painting seriously, as if saying: well, who else would it be? Are you going to let me in or not? Smiling slightly, the painting silently swung forward. Upon entering the round common room, the tabby paused, listening. Crookshanks was curled up in one of the big arm chairs, watching her. She stared at him, as if daring him to try anything. Satisfied that he would stay where he was, she continued on up the stairs till she reached the door marked Fifth Years. Pushing it open with her nose, she crept inside. Moving silently to the bed by the window, she paused once more to listen. Hearing nothing out of place, she jumped nimbly up onto the headboard, and peered down at the boy on the bed. He was moaning and muttering softly. Hopping down beside him, she nuzzled his cheek. He quieted almost immediately. Looking at the boy now turned young man she contemplated the last 15 years. Every free moment she had, she would apparate to the muggle world, transform and check up on him. Every night, she would apparate into his bedroom and sleep next to him. She had been keeping watch over him, knowing that no one else would. When he arrived at Hogwarts four years ago, nothing changed. 15 years ago, when she and Dumbledore had left that little boy on the doorstep, she had pledged her life to him. Now, she silently renewed that vow, promising that as long as she was alive, she would protect him like he was her own. Giving a satisfied nod, she settled into her customary place beside the boy who lived and prepared herself for sleep.
Normally she wasn't this thorough. True, every night she would make her customary rounds through the castle but usually it was to give herself time to clam down before bed. That was before Dumbledore was forced to leave. Her hackles rose as she thought about that woman, that toad that forced Hogwarts strongest protector to desert his school. She swore that if anything happened to this school she would tear that woman apart. Now, every night she patrolled each and every hallway, using passages that even the Weasley twins didn't know about. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, and that the toad was in bed for the night, she made her way to take care of her most important charge. No matter what happened, she would protect him above all else.
The moonlight played tag with the shadows on the back of a silver tabby as she slinked down the hallway. She paused in front of a painting and regarded it silently. The Fat Lady was sleeping soundly. Stretching up on her hind legs, she batted at the woman.
"Mrow?" Said the cat.
" Huh? Mmmm? What? Who, whos there? Asked the portrait sleepily.
"Mrow?" the cat said again.
"Oh, it's you"
Sitting down the cat regarded the painting seriously, as if saying: well, who else would it be? Are you going to let me in or not? Smiling slightly, the painting silently swung forward. Upon entering the round common room, the tabby paused, listening. Crookshanks was curled up in one of the big arm chairs, watching her. She stared at him, as if daring him to try anything. Satisfied that he would stay where he was, she continued on up the stairs till she reached the door marked Fifth Years. Pushing it open with her nose, she crept inside. Moving silently to the bed by the window, she paused once more to listen. Hearing nothing out of place, she jumped nimbly up onto the headboard, and peered down at the boy on the bed. He was moaning and muttering softly. Hopping down beside him, she nuzzled his cheek. He quieted almost immediately. Looking at the boy now turned young man she contemplated the last 15 years. Every free moment she had, she would apparate to the muggle world, transform and check up on him. Every night, she would apparate into his bedroom and sleep next to him. She had been keeping watch over him, knowing that no one else would. When he arrived at Hogwarts four years ago, nothing changed. 15 years ago, when she and Dumbledore had left that little boy on the doorstep, she had pledged her life to him. Now, she silently renewed that vow, promising that as long as she was alive, she would protect him like he was her own. Giving a satisfied nod, she settled into her customary place beside the boy who lived and prepared herself for sleep.