For any normal cat, the wet and slippery roads of London would have been forbidden, especially with the falling mix of rain and soft wet snow; this cat however, seemed an altogether a very strange sort of cat, for not only were the markings around the eyes a queer sight indeed, but add the slow deliberate walk and the head and tail held high, it was definitely one very odd cat. However, those walking or driving in London did not even spare the cat a single glance, save two pair of eyes peeking out the corner of an alley way. The cat stopped and sniffed the frozen air; its breath coming out in short puffs of smoke; truth be told, it was not smoke at all, merely the hot air meeting the frigid air.
"Don' get why you're so 'fraid of a stinkin' cat," came an annoyed female voice, belonging to one of the pairs of eyes.
"It don' act righ'. It aint normal," said a boy's voice that also belonged to one of the pairs of eyes.
"Whate'er, it's jus' cold, so lets go if ya wanna," the girl whined.
"I ne'er said it was harmful, jus' aint normal," shot back the boy.
That same odd cat walked down to the alleyway towards the two voices; its head and tail still held proudly, and sat in front of the voices. The female voice belonged to a willowy child with what should have been a beautiful sallow face and ebony hair; however the dirt and grime took away that effect, making her, simply put, a mess. Yet, the most startling thing about this young female child was her eyes; her eyes were dead white, no pupil could be seen, just a hair-raising white, not a milky, foggy white, but a bright, piercing white, ones that would scare the living daylights out of people. Perhaps that was why she gripped a pair of cheap mirrored sunglasses in her hand.
She faced a boy of whom it was clear she had been speaking to, for there was not another boy around. The boy also had what would have been a very pale face, if not for the same dirt and grime that covered his counterpart's face. Unlike his counterpart, his head had a messy mop of tangled black hair, a black as if it had designed the color itself, and murky emerald green eyes laid half obscured by the mess of hair.
The two looked at the cat curiously as the cat stared back; to anyone else it would have looked to be a staring contest, but to the two children, the boy particularly, it was a battle of wits, if it were possible with any stray walking around. As the moment passed, the cat merely stood up and walked away.
"'N' you were 'fraid of it," said the girl haughtily.
"I still don' like th' looks of it," muttered the boy.
The girl muttered an unintelligible reply. "Ready?" she asked.
"As ready as I always am," replied the boy with a shadow of a grin on his face.
They clasped their hands together and in soft voices they chanted the words:
"Without a blessing do we go
Without any ties or binds
Do we leave this current flow."
A ribbon of gray wound tightly over their hands and slithered up until it reached their shoulders; the last bit forming a snake head with amber eyes on the boy's and on the girl's shoulder the last bit formed a raven, also with amber eyes. The effect of this lasted a mere second before they disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving a small beetle that was hurriedly scurrying away.
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HARRY POTTER ALIVE?
A confirmed sighting of a boy with black hair, green eyes, and a lightning shaped scar was seen in an alleyway in the streets of London. He has been presumed dead for nearly five years after authorities had been told that he died in a car crash after hitchhiking. Authorities are now investigating the muggles that he lived with. We are uncertain about…
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"Where th' hell did we end up this time?"
"Stormy, you were th' one who wanted ta leave?"
"But Rae, we a'ways ended up where there was 'nough rich people to pickpocket. It aint my fau't we ended in th' middle o' a stinkin' forest.
The two children, Stormy and Rae by the sounds of it, had indeed ended up in the middle of a forest.
"Wont it ligh' out 'fore?" Stormy asked, his emerald eyes becoming more alert.
"Was," whispered Rae as she looked around. "I guess I don' need these righ' now," she said taking off her mirrored sunglasses; she had put them on right before she had whispered the incantation. Her companion was still muttering about how it was dark.
"Used ta a'ways work like," he snapped his fingers, "that. Was mornin' when we left."
"Somehow, I don' think th' fact that its dark is th' worst of our problems, cuz I aint staying in a fores' and I don' know which we're goin' out."
Sure enough, they had landed right in the middle of the forest, and neither of them could see a way out.