Hello! Here's the 2nd chapter! Please review and i welcome you to critisize my writing :)
I don't own Harry Potter. (Do i have to say this every chapter?)
Chapter 2
I blinked. The pair of emerald eyes blinked after me. It was a…a…..cat.
For a minute, I thought it was him, but then I realized how impossible that would be.
Their eyes are mysteriously similar though….I could get lost forever in those eyes.
"Meow" the cat broke me out of my daydreams.
It sounded so pitiful, only then did I see how cold the little cat was. Twigs and dirt was tangled in the messy black fur and the tiny cat looked like it was shivering so hard it couldn't even stand.
"Merlin! You look cold. Should I take you? I'm not sure if mom will let me keep you," I muttered under my breath.
Big round teary eyes stared up at me and my resolved crumbled. I used my jacket and carefully scooped the cat up and hugged it close to my body.
I soundlessly strolled into the Burrow and then into my room. Cautiously, I placed the bundle I was holding onto my bed. The cat still seemed like it was freezing but it gave a happy meow when I put it in my lap and started examining it for injuries.
"So, you're a boy,"
The cat gave a joyful meow and I grinned back in return.
"You don't have a collar, so I guess you can be mine, what should be your name? Well, you do look like him," I continued pondering about it before I made a decision.
"Ok, your name can be Harry," I didn't notice how the cat's eyes sparkled unnecessarily bright at his new name.
It wasn't hard to hide the cat from everyone else, a few spells and Harry had a small cozy bed next to mine. For food, I usually just sneak them upstairs and Harry seemed to like it. I guess mom's cooking really is that delicious.
This went on for about a week and the whole household could see Bill was happier and calmer. They don't know what cause this change but they were glad Bill was feeling better. His job was also progressing; the goblins were reluctantly impressed with his work and chose to keep him. Bill's attitude changed so fast and caused the whole family to wonder what happened.
At first, they thought he had a girlfriend but there were no indications of him having a lover. The twins thought it was a prank and Bill's trying to fool them. Hermoine being the voice of reason, thought that Bill has simply moved on from Harry' death.
After a few weeks, it was getting harder to keep Harry in his room, he was getting impatient and kept wanting to escape. There were numerous times where Ron thought he heard a meowing sound coming from Bill's room or where one of the twins would find pieces of food on the ground but they just ignored it.
However, the Weasleys did eventually find out about Bill's pet.
It was during dinner. It was already dark outside and the Weasleys were sitting around the table. Hermoine decided to go visit her parents for a while so she wasn't there.
Ginny reached her arm out to grab her plate but suddenly stopped halfway. She cocked her head and asked, "Do you hear that?"
"Yeah, it sounds like scratching? Is something meowing?" Arthur murmured curiously.
"What did you guys do now?" Ginny growled out menacingly to the twins with an accusing glint in her eye.
"Why do you"
"assume it's"
"our fault?"
"Hold on, I think it coming from Bill's room," Molly stated.
While his family was contemplating about the noise, Bill Weasley was freaking out and thinking something along these lines.
Please don't let them find out, don't let them open the door, no don't stand up mom, I just fed you Harry, why can't you be quiet, don't find him, don't find him.
Bill sat frozen at his seat while Ron went into his room and appeared back at the table with a petite black cat in his arms.
"Bill, why was there a cat in your room?"
"Uh…..I found it….it was lost,"
"What about its owner, they're probably looking for their cat," Molly questioned warily.
"It didn't have a collar,"
"Oh," A few minutes passed. "Well, I guess if you like cats and it makes you happy, you can keep it,"
"…I can keep it? Just like that?"
"Yes sweetheart, it does fill the empty space," Bill bowed his head and realized his family must be missing him just as much.
I've been an arse, he thought regretfully.
"He's kinda cute too," Ginny picked up the cat and petted Harry's head lovingly. Harry seemed uncomfortable so he jumped out of her arms and hopped into Fred's lap. The twin stood up and as a result revealed Ginny's bowl of soup with a strange pink substance which was dissolving quickly. Harry jumped on the dining table and held a small empty vial in his mouth.
The twins jaw dropped open.
Ginny's red turned a shade of red matching her hair and bellowed out,
"FRED! GEORGE! I KNEW YOU WERE UP TO SOMETHING!"
"Whoa calm down sis"
"It wasn't going to hurt you"
"It was only gonna turn your skin pink"
"For only a little while"
"which is like 3 weeks"
"or 3 months"
A growl was heard and the twins ran.
The rest of the Weasley's couldn't contain their laughter and even Bill let a small smile grace his features. No one noticed the smirk on the black cat's face.
Harry immediately wormed its way into everyone's heart. There were a few raised eyebrows when they heard the cat's name but no one dared to question Bill. Ginny and Ron kept the cat's company while Bill was at work since it was the summer and playing quidditich everyday could get tiring.
Fred and George couldn't help giving the cat accusing glances because it seemed like the cat would know whatever prank they're planning.
It was easy to see that Bill was more carefree and smiling a lot more. However, there was some worrying on how dependent Bill was on Harry. One day, Harry somehow escaped and no one could find him. The oldest Weasley was frantic and pacing his room.
Once Harry was back, he gave a huge sigh of relief and he learned to no longer worry so much when Harry would disappear for a while. No one knew where the little black cat went during these times.
When the twins tried to follow Harry, they ended up getting lost in the forest which of course resulted in the constant teasing of Ginny and Ron. The Burrow was once again full of happy chattering and laughs. On the other hand, today a dark cloud has settled upon the Weasleys.
The bed creaked as a person flopped down on it with a long sigh.
Bill was thinking. A small bundle of black fur leaped onto the Weasley's back.
"Hey Harry,"
The cat eyes were looking at him as if in concern for the redhead.
Rolling on his back, Bill started thinking about tomorrow's event.
Tomorrow is the funeral of the boy-who-lived. How many days has it been, 40? I think it was….45? I lost count because Harry was distracting me. I wonder when this little black cat became the center of my world. It's kind of confusing, naming him Harry.
As Bill looked deep into the pair of emerald eyes, he couldn't help thinking how they are so alike.
