I make myself comfortable in front of the fire place of the common room on a large red chair just as classes end on that Friday. Students begain to pour into the room, breaking the silence. I look around at them, waiting for one of them to try and kick me off my chair, that will be fun... I give a small purr of satisfaction at the thought.
"Crookshanks!" I hear my person say as she picks me up. She sits down in the chair, I making myself comfortable on her lap. "You've only been here a week and you are already acting like king of the castle." She pets me, I purr. Purr~my~knee she calls herself, or something like that, at least, I call her that. She is conversing with Run and Furry (geesh, humans give themselves strange names...) Today the topic is Sirius Black. I think about the name. Sirius...Sirius...is that not the Dog Star, or whatever they call it...Black...Dog Black....Black Dog...The black dog from the woods! So that is the wizards name. Sometimes I amaze even myself with my own genius. I purr even louder. I listen in more on there conversation. So this man was accused of murder, though I knew that already. ( Nice thing about being cat, you can read minds... Just can't retrive their human name's...) Everyone believed him to be guilty. The dementors are because of him. Yawn. This is dead boring.
I stretch, get up, and go looking for a mouse or rat to chase. There usually is that rather abhorable one in the boys dormitory. I think I'll start there. I creep up the stairs, enter through the ajar door and find the blasted creature asleep on Run's bed, as usual. I get ready to pounce, low, unseen, and BANG!!! The chase is on! Through the dorm I chase the little bugger, knocking over dressers and under beds. I leap. Got him. In an instant, I know there is something wrong with this rat. (I mean besides the point he is sick, disgusting, lazy, old, pathetic, a rat, fearful ect.) It is to say, that like the Dog, he is not what he seems. He and the Dog's fates are intertwined, one knows that. Well, it could be more cat sixth sense stuff, too...
I release the fowl critter and watch the sun start to set over the lake from the window in the room. It's getting dark, time for the real hunt. I leave the castle and head back to the forest, my home at heart. I see the dog again. I call him a dog, though I know he is not, just like I call the rat a rat even if I know it isn't. I'm not bothering with that creature this night, not when there are hundreds of other more interesting things out tonight. I continue.
The stupid thing fallows me. I listen, pretending to be interested in a cricket, waiting. Waiting until he is right behind me...right behind me. NOW! I turn around and give him a good swipe across the nose. There is blood there, I am satisfied.
Look Dog, I would greatly like it if you left my territory. I am rather angry now, I don't like the Dog (or the rat, for that matter) and I want him to leave. Creatures that must take a form other than their own are not to be trusted.
Cat, look, I need your help
I'm a cat, I don't help, now leave. To my annoyance,
the beast sits down. I hiss. The dog doesn't move. Leave.
No. He answers flatly.
I will not ask again. He doesn't move. I do, I attack.
Grabbing the dogs neck, he swings around, trying to kick me off. I fall,
not without leaving scratches down the beasts side. Injured, both in pride
and body I walk off. Twice now I have failed to rid myself and my territory
of that dog.
