Chapter Six

Macavity heard the horrible scream as he was just arriving home. As he raced inside, only one though ran through his mind. Oh my god! What has Draco done to her? What has that bastard done now? He ran into Demeter's room and stopped short. She lay on a pile of furs. A long cut ran across her belly, though the bleeding had almost stopped. Demeter was sobbing. He stepped closer to her.

"Demeter, what . . ." She screamed, and scuttled away from him.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Macavity backed off. He shut the door, and went into a low crouching position.

"Demeter."

"Don't touch me Draco!" She screamed. Macavity's fur bristled. It was Draco then.

"Demeter hunny, It's Macavity. I'm Macavity." Demeter opened one eye, then the other.

"Ma, Macavity?" She whispered, then crawled into his arms. He stroked the sobbing queens back, and kissed her head. He tried to sooth her with words. She was still shivering violently. He began to hum a soft lullaby, and soon she was fast asleep in his arms. He stood up as carefully as he could, so not to wake her. Then he went to find Draco.