Confessions of a Flying Key
A note from the Spork: I wrote something! YAY! *cheers* So-ooo, can't think of a thing to say. On with the ficcy!
I must admit, I rather like being a key. But oh, my aching wing! Those rotten kids, I hate being caught! I don't understand why it had to be MY door that got chosen. I used to be a normal key, for crying out loud. But then that crackpot wizard got a hold of me and gave me these blue wings. I don't even like blue. If I have to have these fool wings, which by the way are ruining life as I know it, why couldn't they at least be a color I like? Like red maybe, or a nice shade of bright purple? Or emerald, I like emerald. But no, it had to be blue- my least favorite color. But I digress.
When I was a little key, I used to dream of being owned by someone important, with my door guarding something even more important. I got my wish, but did they have to make me FLY? I hate heights! It would be so much simpler to just hide me somewhere, but of course these crazy wizards can't do anything the easy way. SO anyway, there I was, minding my own business when this insane little wizard finds me, moves me and my door to some underground chamber, gives me these stupid wings, and puts me in a tiny room with hundreds of other bewitched keys. At least I wasn't separated from my door. For a key, that's like losing a part of your body. But some of those keys in there didn't even have doors! But we were all in the same awful predicament. We weren't normal keys anymore, we were like some kind of strange creature. Oh sure, we looked great, but we were all in a state of disgrace.
And then, about half a year later, I was caught twice. In the same night. Oh, the pain! But at least I learned what my door was guarding. A Sorcerer's Stone. I couldn't believe it. I was so happy when it was destroyed, not that I'm against Sorcerer's Stones, but I thought I would finally go back to being a normal key. But I didn't know how very wrong I was.
About a week after that disastrous night, all the winged keys were taken to another room to be disenchanted. I suppose the others were. But as one of the wizards picked me up, an owl flew into his face and I was dropped out the window. Being a key, I had hardly ever been outside, so of course it was a relieving change of scenery. I saw the window open above me, with several people leaning out of it, scanning the ground. I tried to fly up to them, but my wing had broken and I couldn't fly. Just as a witch pointed at me and shouted something, a cat grabbed me and trotted off.
So now I'm far away from the castle, sitting in somebody's house. Somewhere. I wish they'd disenchant me, or at least fix my wing. Wait, there's a knock on the door! People are running all over the house! I'm being picked up and taken outside the house- whoa, he's pointing his wand at me- hey, that tickles! Oh my goodness! I can't feel my wings… wait a minute… I haven't got any wings!
Things are definitely looking up now. Maybe I'll be returned to the castle and my door. I hope so. There's always hope.
Disclaimer: I own the cat. That's all. JKR owns everybody else. Thank you.
A short explanation from the Spork: What you see in the second-to-last paragraph is a Ministry raid. Just so you know. *salutes* See ya!