Chapter 1:
Third year is such a drag! Why do people even bother? Being with people is an odd happening this year. Why do people avoid me so?The only thing that trusts me is the big black dog at Hogsmeade. Sometimes he isn't even there, at the stone by the river. The dog likes to eat my bologna. I think he likes my poetry. He always wags his tail. He's a smart dog. I think I should like it if he were human. That's a thought.
I wrote it down. Poems were so easy to come by if you just let your mind flow along it's own path. I don't imagine some people would like doing that. A poem by Harry Potter wouldn't be very happy. A poem by Draco Malfoy wouldn't be very nice. A poem by Cho Chang wouldn't be very glad. A poem by Susan Bones wouldn't be very smart. Mine are just right. Or at least I think so. My mother loved my little poems about birds and dogs. They were usually only one or two stanzas, and rhymed perfectly, but what can you expect from a nine-year-old? I loved mother. She died, but I know she reads my poems over my shoulder. I don't remember seeing her die. The doctor called it selective amnesia. I remember before and after her dying, but not the moment of her death. I get up from my desk and look out of the window at the massive lake. The squid's massive stomach is on the surface. A glimmer of green flashes. A mermaid. They aren't the beautiful creatures of muggle mythology. But they carry thier own beauty. With voices like pheonixes and bodies like scaled seals, thier quality is raised considerably. No one seems to see them flying above the surface but me. Maybe no one takes the time to look.
I see the dog flash through the trees. I decide to run outside and visit him. He is my best friend. A soulmate if I ever had one. I slip into my powder blue robe and run down three flights of stairs, through a door behind a tapestry into an open courtyard. I race to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. I whistle long and low, a whistle my family used to locate one another. Out of the trees came the dog, skirting the edges. At last he reaches me. I kneel and pat his head, then hug him gently around his thick neck. His tail brushes up dirt from wagging so fast. He licks my face and neck, then leaps a few feet and looks back in a 'come hither' manner. I follow him all the way to the other side of the lake and into a row of hedges.
"I wrote a new poem. I think it might be in my robes... somewhere..." I peruse my robe pockets and find it in the little inside pocket my father had had sewn into them. I read it to him. It's about trees through the seasons. He wags his tail and licks my face on my cheek.
"How have you been, dear dog? My year has been rather dull. No one ever talks to me. Ginny or Susan or Cho do every once in a while, but only for assignments or to trade bits of gossip. Oh, the Triwizard Competition is exciting enough, but it doesn't really involve me. Harry seems to be doing well enough. Have you heard about it? I suppose you have. Even stray dogs would here of Harry Potter proving he really is a hero. Harry is nice enough, I suppose. I've never even talked to him, of course. You don't suppose he would be interested in the invading harpies, do you? What about the chimera they found in Antartica? I don't suppose he's interested in my travels through West India in search of kelpies would interest him, do you? I'm sorry, dog, do you want to say something?" He yelped in response. I nodded. Harry would hate to hear about such things. But it's all I know. I wonder why I'm thinking about Harry Potter so much. Perhaps our fates are intertwined in the future. I must look into it. It could double as my Divination homework. I began telling the dog about the time I had to pull my father out of quicksand in South Africa on a hunting expedition. We were looking for harpies. I told Father that harpies didn't live in South Africa, but he persisted in saying that a new population was simply waiting to be discovered out there.
I got up to go back to my dormitory. The dog got up with me and leaped off into the woods. I hoped I would see him again soon. I went back into my gray stone and mortar world.
A/N: What do you think? R&R!!!!