Lives Washed Away: Leslie Black
Leslie Black looked down the long dirt road. Cheetahs couldn't cry, and she regretted that. She wanted to cry so much, but she didn't have the energy to transform back, and besides what if someone saw her? She was dead! She'd died a week ago, or so they said. But if anyone saw her. She shuddered not wanting to know the consequences. She knew she was running from her problems. She could go back and take care of her daughter and her nephew. But Sirius was in Azkaban, so her life was for nothing anymore. She wasn't even sure if he was guilty or not; every one said he was guilty, so she was inclined to believe it. Less paused and looked up at a sign.
' Rome, Italy' it said, the green paint peeling '20 miles'.
Less sighed a cheetah's sigh. Her destination was Africa. She was sure it was far enough away that no one would recognize her, and she could live a normal life in an African wizarding community, and if they did recognize her then she could live out on the savanna as a cheetah. It wouldn't be that bad, she thought. She looked at the sign again, and headed southeast to Africa.