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This drabble was inspired by Suzanne Collins' Mockingjay, so you might find it familiar.
Disclaimer: I do not own neither Harry Potter nor The Hunger Games.
Company
by mspolapotter
He opened the door to what was once her bedroom. The ginger cat jumped down from the bed and meowed loudly, asking for his mistress.
Where is she? He asked with his eyes.
"She's not here," he said through gritted teeth. The cat meowed again, not understanding. He found it too painful to think her name, let alone say it. "She's not with me." The cat raised his head when he heard the name. He sat down on her bed and the cat followed, resting his head on his thigh.
"GET OFF!" he bellowed. "She's not coming back! She'll never be here again!" And with that the tears started to flow continuously.
The cat gave a low purr, as if understanding what he had just said. He walked to the edge of the bed and flopped on the mattress, ears and head bowed down.
"She's dead," he said. "She's dead and it's all my fault! I wasn't there to protect her! I wasn't there for her . . . like I always was." He balled his fists and began beating himself.
"You stupid arse," he said, beating himself all over again. The tears didn't stop. The cat approached him and nuzzled his arms.
Stop it, the cat seemed to be saying. She won't like it. You know she won't.
He still hadn't stopped crying. The cat began to wail as well. For hours, they only had each other as company. He wouldn't leave him. Not now. Not when all they have left is each other.
Eventually, he fell asleep, clutching her pillow. The cat lay beside him, guarding him in his weakness.
When he woke up, the cat was sleeping quietly beside him. There were two of them now, pained, hurt, broken and grief-stricken.
He stands up and begins to leave the room.
"She's gone now," he whispered again. The cat opened one eye and bounded down from the bed when he saw that he was at the doorway. He must accept it. His mistress will never return. But she didn't leave him alone. He has given him a new master.
Both of them took one last sweeping look at the room.
"Come now, Crookshanks," Ron said to the ginger cat. He lifted the cat he used to hate so much and closed the door behind him.