Summary: Elizabeth Arundel was born to provide companionship, just like the rest of her race. Her previous mistress died in a death eater attack, now she has found a new master to serve – a death eater at that, and in her eagle form, would she be able to do what she was meant to do? Follow Draco through as he survives his fifth year, death eater meetings and Umbridge, though the eyes of an eagle. Draco/OC
A/N: for some unknown, random reason, I started imagining lots of weird povs the hp universe could be seen through – the dark lord's mum, the bloody baron, and animals. Of course, the choice was clear, no? Animals it is!
Nothing here in this story, save my OC and the plot, is mine. Unless JK Rowling decides to will all the copyrights to me when she dies or something.
An Eagle's Tale
Prologue
Run, Liza! They have come! I'll join you after I get rid of them! She screamed in my head.
Then silence. But I could not run, I could not leave her behind.
I don't know what happened. It all happened so fast.
A bunch of hooded figures bursting in through the door, a shout of Avada Kedavra, a brilliant flash of green light, a searing pain ripping through my entire body, and it was over.
For my beloved mistress, at least. She was gone. A twenty year friendship, gone. As was my bond with her, gone. It was broken, never to come back.
I didn't know why they had wanted to kill her.
She was warm, and although very sarcastic, she had never ill treated me. Unlike others.
Maybe that was why I loved her so much. If I had a choice, I wouldn't have minded, no, I would have loved, to have her as a mother. I know she would have made an excellent one. But the choice was not mine to make.
Pity she did not have a husband, or children left behind so I could bond with them. He was killed during the first war by a stray spell fired by the Death Eaters. How ironic she would have to go in the same way.
On hindsight, maybe it was to be for the best. No one else would grieve her passing.
It was when I was called to my mistress that I happened to overhear her wishing upon a falling star for a companion. To talk to, to confide in, to trust.
Of course, I don't think that I was exactly what she was wishing for, but at the expense of sounding conceited, I would have to say I was quite a good one. (a close enough match maybe?) I hope.
As far as a talking black cat can go at least. No, not really talking, like literally talking. Cats don't have any vocal chords that I know of, but talking through telepathy.
It was actually quite fun to see her surprise when I showed up on her doorstep, unexpected. And I was all the more amused when she discovered I could communicate with her telepathically, after I acknowledged her as my mistress. Maybe she loved cats, but she took me in without a moment's hesitation.
I always found it ironic, that we – a witch and a black cat, were just like the tales told in a muggle fairy tale. All that was missing was the pointy witch hat, but that was kept safely in the cupboard. Yuck, she told me, it does nothing for my hair, messing it up and all.
She told me later that she didn't regret that day when she adopted me one bit. It made my day, but with the threat of war looming, it was hard to stay so optimistic.
My mistress lived all alone, with the company of no one, save me, and brewed potions for a shop, the Apothecary, in Diagon Alley. The house, or what some people may refer to as a quaint little cottage, was located at the edges of a forest.
It was secluded, hardly anyone came to visit; further more, my mistress passed the completed potions to the Apothecary through the Floo network.
For a time, we lived together happily, believing rather naively that nothing can touch us here in our safe haven. Hence, she did not want take a side in the war, which made me all the more shocked when the death eaters burst in.
True, she wasn't rich, but she was pure blooded; true, she wasn't a Dark Lord supporter, but she wasn't supporting Dumbledore either, so why did they have to kill her?
I stayed in the shadows, out of sight, till they finished what they arrived to do.
The pain that ripped through me was mind numbing, starting as a tingling in the vicinity of my heart before intensifying into a full-blown heart-rending pain all through my body, right to my paws and the tip of my ears. It was not unlike having the Crutiatus curse placed on me for tens, if not more, of hours.
Although many masters and mistresses had come, and gone with the same mind numbing pain, I still was not used to it, nor did I like it one bit. But I am only glad they didn't torture her, or worse, rape her. I guess they were in a hurry.
After the death eaters had left, their mission accomplished, I snuck out warily, on the alert in case they came back.
I was free to change back to my human form after she died, but it was prudent to stay small and lie low (quite literally).
Plus, since we cats supposedly had nine lives, I figured it would not hurt to have a few more back-ups, just in case, so I remained a cat.
The mystery surrounding her death would just have to be solved at a later date. For now, I would have to go and take a look at the outside world, and catch up on all I have missed during the past twenty years.
Chapter 1 preview(:
I changed my form to a bald eagle, taking to the sky once again after being bound to my cat form for twenty years.
The sensation of my bones stretching out and lengthening to thin, hollow ones, and that of my black fur changing to black feathers was one that was welcome to me. It was nice to know I haven't lost my touch, yet.
As I took to the air, I pondered on my next form. Maybe it was nice having flight at my disposal again – eagles were certainly my most favourite form.
But a change would also be nice.
A horse, a snake, a dog?
A/N: Confusing, yes I know, but you'll understand more when I post the next chapter! Please press the little box there in the corner and review(:
