Disclaimer: Not mine everything is JK Rowling's and assorted publishing companies.
Rating: T Includes character death/arson
Spoilers: All books technically
Characters: Arabella Figg
Authors Note: This is a un-beta read story. It has character death and arson. Constructive criticism is welcome. So are flames for that matter. It at least means you care.
Touched
They've always said I am a little touched. I never listened to them at all until now. Now I can't help but listen to them. I can't tear myself away. They speak as if I'm not here and I wonder how I can listen to them. How I can remain silent. I watch them divide papers up between them and find it very odd. These are my papers these men shuffle through. My entire life's work in those dirtied hands. The cats are gone and I know that means something. Yet I can't remember what it means. The cats have never been gone before. My whole life there has been cats with me. The men finish and put my papers into a box they've brought. I listen to their voices.
"That's all of it then. Let's get out of this place it gives me the creeps."
"It's better then it used to be. There use to be all sorts of cats before MacNaire had his fun. We've orders to torch it."
"Why she was just a daft old woman?"
"Because she took care of the little Harry Potter and she was a squib."
"Oh nasty things squibs."
"Yah, nasty things as bad as cats. They should be drowned at birth."
They torch my house and I scream but they don't hear me. No one does. The house burns fast yet the flames don't hurt. I finally remember what it means for there to be no cats. I'm already dead.
