Professor McGonagal glanced at her watch and then gloomily stared out into the dark night. She was desperate to go to bed and lay down her limbs for a well earned nap, but unfortunately she had business to addend to. Business that Albus Dumbledore would not do. They had discussed the situation countless times and the answer had always turned out the same, leave the boy with his family. Family, they were no family to him! He would have had more of a family at an orphanage than that appalling place. She was not going to allow it any longer. She new she couldn't go behind Dumbledore's back and remove him from the foul place he is forced to call home but she could at least watch over him. It would make her feel better anyway. With that thought burning in her mind she quickly transformed into a Tabby cat and ran to number four privet drive.
A sudden flash of thunder lit the whole street and the crashing sound followed 5seconds after. Rain pounded onto the concrete floor and in a matter of seconds her soft fur was drenched. Frozen to the bone she half-heartedly tried to shelter under a tree but then quickly leaped away from it as she remembered that lighting favours high things and standing under one was not the wisest of planes. She longed to simply transform into a human and return to Hogwarts where she belonged.
This was not going to be easy, if she were to transform then albus would soon work out where she was and wouldn't be pleased about her disobeying hid orders to leave him. But she couldn't, this was Lilly and James Potters son, he is only five for goodness sake. At this age he should know nothing but love and kindness. Not hatred and cruelty that the Dursleys showed him. No she would stay as her cat form and in the morning she would find a way of keeping an eye or maybe two on the young Harry Potter.
Creeping into the rose bush that surrounded the Dursleys garden Professor McGonagal curled up into a tight ball and prayed that the rain would stop.
She was rudely awoken by a sharp pain in her rips. She opened her eyes of see a very podgy boy with a stick pocking her. She signed as she suddenly remembered where she was. The Dursleys. The boy looked about five or six but had the weight of a baby elephant or so it appeared. His chins all melted into the next leaving no room for any kind of neck and his small eyes looked menacingly at her.
"Dudders!, ow duddy-kins!, what are you doing sweetheart?", "ow no dear you haven't found another snail again have you?" His mother came walking through the door to where he son stood. She looked nothing like him, she was tall and skinny what was so very noticeable about this woman was her neck. Unlike Dudley whose neck was virtually invisible her neck closely resembled a Crain. proff McGonagal was certain it could do a 180 turn if she really wanted it to. Infact the only thing these two had in common was the look of meanness of there faces.
"no mummy it's a catty, iv been hitting it with my stick!"
The boy beamed at his mother who beamed back pleasantly,
"good boy duddy, now don't make a mess"
McGonagal decided now was the time to move, she attempted to move her paws when she felt sharp pointy things poke her all around. She gave a yelp of surprise and to her horror discovered she had got her self caught in the rose bush. Damn!
The boy have a giddy laugh and then picking up some stones she stepped back and lobbed them as hard as he could at her. Meowing in pain she tore from the rose bush, ripping her skin and quickly hobbled away. She could hear the boy comes after her, quick where to go she desperately thought!
Warm hands suddenly graped her and pulled her into a bush, not quite sure what had just happened she struggled as hard as her bleeding cat self could.
"shhhh, its ok kitty, I help you, I'm not a nasty-pasty like duddy." Turning her head she saw a scrawny look boy about five though small her his age. He had jet-black hair that stuck up in random directions, slightly askew glasses with looked as if they has been broken and then fixed with selotape but the one thing that made him stand out was a blood red scar in the shape of a lightning bold across his forehead. He was Lilly and James son. Harry Potter.