I don't own anything, but Albert the beloved creature. Alas sorry the last
chapter was so short. Please read on and review.
Remus looked at the creature in shock. It looked like an overgrown ferret, but had fluffy, bright orange fur and cat ears. "What are you?" he asked.
"I'm a puffskein, what do you think I am?"
"Errrr-well..."
"Oh Salazar I'm stuck with a babbling eleven-year old! Well let me finish that sentence for you, before you say something like a hamster with a problem. I am part jarvey and part kneazle and unlike you I can make full sentences and I would much appreciate it if you let me out of here, for I have no doubt your stupidity is contagious. By the way my name is Albert and if you would before I go, make me a few sandwiches, because lets face it, when I'm hungry I get violent and when I'm violent you don't want to be in the same room. I want a peanut butter sandwich with jelly and a few pickles on the side. Got that? Now unless you want me to rip you into shreds and eat them from starving, I suggest you start making my sandwich and don't burn it! Why are you still starring? I'm dieing! Urrrgggghhhh...
Albert fake-fainted and started groaning.
Remus dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a half melted chocolate bar. He held it above the jarvey/kneazle and within seconds the creature had his mouth attached to it. Now having food the creature lounged back on Remus's pillow.
Once Albert had eaten the chocolate he jumped up and scurried over to the window and escape from the room. After a while of pulling hard on the window he figured he could not lift it he turned to Remus, but before he could open his mouth to ask for help, there was a knock on the door. Albert panicked and fled under Remus's bed.
"Remus time for dinner!"
The boy didn't know what to do, but rather then tell his parents that a half jarvey, half kneazle was under his bed, he didn't mention it. He opened his door to find his father in front of him smiling. The two then made their way down to set the table. Mrs. Lupin was making dinner with her wand.
"Day after tomorrow", she reminded her son.
Mr. Lupin tried his hardest to look happy for his son. It was hard for him because he was not a wizard. He did not even know about wizards and witches until the incident. His wife was a witch and apparently his son inherited it.
The small family started dinner without much conversation. Each was deep in his or her, own thoughts. Without warning Remus jumped up with a yell.
"Is something wrong?" his mother asked.
"N-no its nothing", Remus answered as he watched the escaped convict Albert jumping up and down trying to reach the front door doorknob.
His parents watched him from across the table, both looking confused.
"So have you heard from Dumbledore?" Mr. Lupin asked his wife, trying to change the subject.
"Yes he has everything under control and planed out. The ministry still doesn't like the idea, but Dumbledore has it all under contr... Mrs. Lupin stopped mid sentence as she saw a small paw grab a biscuit off the table. She pulled out her wand and ducked under the table.
Mr. Lupin watched his wife's unusual tactics in shock.
Albert panicking dogged the spell that came from the woman's wand and shot out of under the table. Remus, seeing Albert coming jumped out of his chair a little to fast and tripped. Albert leapt over the eleven year old, but right before he made it to the door, it slammed shut. He was trapped. The two parents cornered him, but before Mrs. Lupin could use a stunning spell, Remus picked him up.
"You can't kill Albert! He can talk!" Remus cried.
We were not going to kill it; we were going to send it to the ministry. He looks like a wizard experiment and since when is he Albert?"
"That's his name", Remus responded. "And I don't think he wants to go to the ministry." Albert nodded quickly.
"Well what are we supposed to do with him?" Mrs. Lupin asked kindly, but sternly.
Remus looked at the creature in shock. It looked like an overgrown ferret, but had fluffy, bright orange fur and cat ears. "What are you?" he asked.
"I'm a puffskein, what do you think I am?"
"Errrr-well..."
"Oh Salazar I'm stuck with a babbling eleven-year old! Well let me finish that sentence for you, before you say something like a hamster with a problem. I am part jarvey and part kneazle and unlike you I can make full sentences and I would much appreciate it if you let me out of here, for I have no doubt your stupidity is contagious. By the way my name is Albert and if you would before I go, make me a few sandwiches, because lets face it, when I'm hungry I get violent and when I'm violent you don't want to be in the same room. I want a peanut butter sandwich with jelly and a few pickles on the side. Got that? Now unless you want me to rip you into shreds and eat them from starving, I suggest you start making my sandwich and don't burn it! Why are you still starring? I'm dieing! Urrrgggghhhh...
Albert fake-fainted and started groaning.
Remus dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a half melted chocolate bar. He held it above the jarvey/kneazle and within seconds the creature had his mouth attached to it. Now having food the creature lounged back on Remus's pillow.
Once Albert had eaten the chocolate he jumped up and scurried over to the window and escape from the room. After a while of pulling hard on the window he figured he could not lift it he turned to Remus, but before he could open his mouth to ask for help, there was a knock on the door. Albert panicked and fled under Remus's bed.
"Remus time for dinner!"
The boy didn't know what to do, but rather then tell his parents that a half jarvey, half kneazle was under his bed, he didn't mention it. He opened his door to find his father in front of him smiling. The two then made their way down to set the table. Mrs. Lupin was making dinner with her wand.
"Day after tomorrow", she reminded her son.
Mr. Lupin tried his hardest to look happy for his son. It was hard for him because he was not a wizard. He did not even know about wizards and witches until the incident. His wife was a witch and apparently his son inherited it.
The small family started dinner without much conversation. Each was deep in his or her, own thoughts. Without warning Remus jumped up with a yell.
"Is something wrong?" his mother asked.
"N-no its nothing", Remus answered as he watched the escaped convict Albert jumping up and down trying to reach the front door doorknob.
His parents watched him from across the table, both looking confused.
"So have you heard from Dumbledore?" Mr. Lupin asked his wife, trying to change the subject.
"Yes he has everything under control and planed out. The ministry still doesn't like the idea, but Dumbledore has it all under contr... Mrs. Lupin stopped mid sentence as she saw a small paw grab a biscuit off the table. She pulled out her wand and ducked under the table.
Mr. Lupin watched his wife's unusual tactics in shock.
Albert panicking dogged the spell that came from the woman's wand and shot out of under the table. Remus, seeing Albert coming jumped out of his chair a little to fast and tripped. Albert leapt over the eleven year old, but right before he made it to the door, it slammed shut. He was trapped. The two parents cornered him, but before Mrs. Lupin could use a stunning spell, Remus picked him up.
"You can't kill Albert! He can talk!" Remus cried.
We were not going to kill it; we were going to send it to the ministry. He looks like a wizard experiment and since when is he Albert?"
"That's his name", Remus responded. "And I don't think he wants to go to the ministry." Albert nodded quickly.
"Well what are we supposed to do with him?" Mrs. Lupin asked kindly, but sternly.