The Padfoot

Chapter Three: Oh dear..



I'm stopping in the corner of the street.

Did I say the corner?

Yes, the Corner of Abbey Road, half way in the street.

I saw something.. odd.

"Oh fuck." I whispered.

Oblivious to the usually Sunday Afternoon traffic, I ran.

I ran fast.

I ran hard.

I ran- I think you get the point.

I tripped over my own feet and fell flat into a heap of garbage.

Somehow, I floated out.

It's weird, how, I've never been to Hogwarts, but I can do magic.

And how I've never really met my father. But I feel like he's watching me.

I know everything that's happening to Harry Potter. I can feel what he's thinking.

One time, I passed out in a store. I was thinking about stealing an orange, and I passed out.

I had heard Harry Potter was in the Triwizard Tournament and some kid named, oh what was his name? Damn it.. oh yeah, Cedric Diggory was killed. Right at that moment..

But, the funny thing is; I was walking around, and the orange was in my pocket.

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I woke up today.

I always sleep in cat form. Alley cats are far too common for someone to see me. You humans are way to unobservant. Some lady kicked me last week. You mean, mean people!

If I were at Hogwarts, and had any money, I'd be a vegetarian.

Mean Muggles.. I'm sure the Wizards are nicer.

I know Mrs. Potter was. I can't remember what she looked like, but I remember what it felt like to be around her. She was like my mother.

Anyway, I was woken by the sound of cars going by past the Garbage Can behind some stores.

I swear, I've been living on the streets, in London for almost fourteen years, and it's amazing that I haven't found Diagon Alley. Maybe I've been looking in the wrong places.

Or so I thought.

This morning, I saw wear the strange thing was going.

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A/N- I'm building the suspense.. not really, I'm sure you all know. You smart, smart people. Now, I'm not writing anymore until I get 20 reviews. I have 13 at the moment. So, get reviewing.. please..?