Her eyes were dark as she listened, her dark hair flowing over her back, down to her waist. The men were talking to her mother about her father, that no-good white man who had left when he found out he was having a daughter. Her lip trembled as they came into her home, without asking. She crossed her arms and told them that she had to take care of her mother, but they didn't listen. Her mother, so protective and loving, was looking at her with fear in her eyes. She wondered what was going on, and the tears started falling as her mother told her to go with them. She was only eleven, and they were taking her away from the only world she had ever known.
Davita stretched as she woke, startled for a moment until she remembered she wasn't on the reservation anymore. A strange magic man had come to her mother and told her she was a witch, then scared her into sending her away to some place she had never heard of. She sighed, missing her and the other Elders already. She sat up and looked around, noticing that the train had started to slow down, they must be there already. She pulled her robes on over her dress, not wanting to change just yet, and listened as the voice from above told her to leave her belongings on the train. She bit her lip, thinking, then took her purse from the shelf and stuck it in a pocket. She wasn't sure she trusted these strange people with her most precious belongings just yet. As she was about to leave the compartment, a hissing came from under the seat. She frowned, angry at herself. How could she have almost forgotten her kitten? He needed her at a strange time like this! She bent and opened the carrier, smiling as the small white kitten with a torn ear jumped into her arms and purred. "There now Lokali, you're safe." In response, he play-bit her ear and climbed into her other pocket. "Yes, stay there for now, good boy." She smiled as she exited her compartment.
There were so many people her age outside, and she knew none of them. She winced as a dark haired boy stepped on her foot, then didn't apologize. She walked behind him, wanting to ask him why he didn't, when he caught up to his friends. She walked past him instead, not wanting to say anything in front of so many boys. She looked back at him as she passed, wanting to remember the face. As she looked at him, one of his friends said his name, and it stuck to her like an arrow in her heart. She stopped and stared for a moment until they passed. Had the dumpy boy really called him Sirius Black? She got onto a boat when told in a daze. He had the same name as a boy she had met soon after her 5th birthday…and had not seen since. Could it be?
