The water drips from the ceiling and the I know I am about to die because of the cold. I am cold as ice, and it is starting to collect it on my body. Nothing will save me down here, and I attempt to make my peace with this. The door opens, such a rare occurrence, and I curl away from the warmth, while secretly happy to have the warmth I need, although the light is my enemy. I am picked up from my place, and covered in a fuzzy, dark cloth which blocks the light, and the warmth. I curl myself around my captor's arms to ensure I will not fall. I feel the movement away, and happily allow myself to be led away from this hellish basement that I have learned to call home.
"What's that, Neville?" A girl speaks up.
"The Devil's Snare. I was going to bring it for Professor Sprout," he answers as he seems to carefully navigate his way through the house. Many, many rooms later, we finally stop moving. Suddenly, I feel as though I have been squeezed and the next second it's gone. I am carried for a while into a building with many flights of stairs and into a room. I am placed up high and able to overhear someone's conversation as the fire crackles in the middle of the room. It's got that boyish smell and I can hear rustling of people moving.
"Isn't that the Devil's Snare, Neville?" A male's voice says in an Irish accent.
"Bloody Hell, are you trying to kill us?" says another British male voice. "You're supposed to be the best at Herbology, Neville. What, did you forget what that does?"
"No, Harry, I found it in that building we cam from. I'm giving it to professor Sprout tomorrow," says Neville.
"If it kills us, I'm going to kill you," says another voice, and I'm glad I can't see them, because I hear the rustling of clothes for a while before it goes silent. A bit more rustling and then Neville says goodnight to the others.
"Goodnight," they chorus.
I stay on top of the dresser until the sound of snoring fills the air, and I twist and mold myself into a person. My pot turns into A pair of jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of combat boots, and a leather jacket. My body has pale skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes with a red-lipsticked smile. After making sure that no one heard me, I slowly move across the creaky floors, slipping out the door and through the common room. I make my way down the numerous flights of stairs and floors, luckily nor being caught. I reach the front and I walk out to the castle grounds to a spot just in front of the Forbidden Forrest. My tattoo glows a brilliant blue and I am transported to a Hotel where I can stay for as long as I want, as long as I help out. I walk up the steps, knock three times on the door, and he answers with a smile.
"Hello, Sirius."
"Hello, Silver. Welcome."
So it's not a hotel, but it's close enough.