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A/N: This is a short chapter, so sorry about that, it's just I think the ending of this chapter is good.
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No Means of Communication
I meowed again, as a greeting. I tried to raise a paw, but looked more like a dog begging for food.
Sirius walked closer to me, his ragged clothes and pale skin made him look like an undercooked chicken. Why was he dressed like that? Then I remembered a Daily Prophet article a couple of days after my 'death' that I had seen carelessly littering the ground in Diagon Alley.
Thirteen People Dead: Twelve Muggles and a Wizard: The Work of Sirius Black!
An attack in Muggle London today saw the death of thirteen people, twelve of them Muggles. The one wizard who died has been identified as Peter Pettigrew, the department of Magical Law Enforcement, are trying to find his body, to find out what spell could have caused his death, but the discovery of any remains are low.
Muggle witnesses say that Mr. Pettigrew shouted out, "Sirius! You betrayed them! Lily and James!" before Mr. Black blasted the street apart with his wand, killing everyone unfortunate enough to have been in the way.
Lily and James Potter died two nights ago in a tragic attack on their house by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Their only son, Harry, survived. (For more information read "The Boy-Who-Lived" on page 5.)
Sirius Black has been moved to a holding cell in the Ministry while awaiting deportation to Azkaban.
Witnesses' memories have been wiped, and the department of Muggle Relations have told Muggle emergency services of a gas explosion.
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He had spent twelve years in Azkaban. And I thought I was hard done by being a cat. A rather hideous one. Shocking orange fur that could probably rival fire-boy. Bandy legs.
I meowed again.
"You can't fool me like that." He said breathily. "Even I can meow like a cat." He did a very pitiful imitation of a cat meowing. I shrunk back, trying to block my ears with my paws, but again falling flat on my stomach.
"So what are you? You're definitely not a cat." He sat down in a chair, but stood up immediately after the chair groaned loudly and gave way, adding to the multitude of broken or dilapidated items in the room.
"Technically, I'm not a cat, I'm a half-cat, half-kneazle. But in all reality, I am James Potter. Your best friend. And yes, I would transform if I could…but I can't, so I shan't. Yes, I realise that is rather childish, but you won't care because all you will hear is the incessant meowing of cat. Unless you can read minds…what was that fancy word for it…legiamanacy or something."
I suddenly stood up and bounded to the bed, where I stretched out my body and stared at Sirius. My left ear itched so I used my hind leg to scratch it. I lay on the blanket of dust and just stared.
He transformed back into the black, bearish dog. He barked at me, running to where I lay. I hissed, jumped off the bed and backed under it. Barking at me a few times, he transformed back into a human when all I did was shrink back. Maybe I would convince him I was a cat.
It wouldn't be too bad to be a cat for the rest of my life, no worries, being able to spend the days licking my paws and scratching my ears, when I was feeling energetic I could chase birds around outside. But then again, there were so many more advantages to being a human.
But what were they? My mind was blank, I could think of nothing. I had spent the last twelve years trying to find Harry, and now what? I hadn't thought that far in the future, I just thought that I would magically become a human again and live happily ever after with my son. But Voldemort had cast a locked spell on me, which meant only he could reverse the effects. Only very powerful wizards could pull them off, but he was one of the most powerful in the world. I jumped back up on the bed.
Oh. Look at that. There was actually a real blanket there, under all that dust.
And now he's dead. And everyone else thinks I am too. If only I could get some message across to Sirius. But I was a cat. Could I still hold a quill to parchment?
"You're not a cat." Sirius repeated. "You don't smell like one. Why don't you answer me? I have all day, there's no where else I can go. And if you're who I think you are, Peter, it would be wise. I know you're a rat. Someone could have transformed between when that picture was taken and now. Maybe one of your Death Eater gang. And if you're not Peter, please forgive me for any inconvenience I may have caused." He finished with a mock bow, accidentally banging into the chair, which immediately fell over.
Peter. I remembered who he was. The memories I had blocked out, too emotional for me to want to remember, that had come crashing back to me the moment I saw Sirius. I was still confused as how I remembered Remus, and not Sirius or Peter. Maybe because events surrounding him after my death had been less tragic. He hadn't died, he hadn't been sent to prison. I think he just left the country for a few years.
And no matter how hard I had tried, I could never forget Lily. I had spent the first few years in my new form trying to forget everything. I managed to forget a lot of memories, like most of my friends, my family, but there was some that I simply couldn't.
Like the sight of Lily's body after she died.
But didn't Peter die? Sirius killed him didn't he? Didn't Voldemort torture him, to get the information about our house? Then I remember what Sirius just said. "One of your Death Eater gang."
Did he betray me of his own accord? Something clicked in my mind. The rat. Fire-boy's pet rat. Could it be Peter? In another sudden movement, I jumped out the slightly open door, leading back to the school, before Sirius had a chance to react. I was already halfway down the tunnel before he realised I was gone and chased after me. Did he kill Peter? Or did Peter betray me? I couldn't trust Sirius right now. And even if I did get a message to him, would he believe me? He had spent twelve years in the most dreaded prison in the Wizarding world.
Maybe he was crazy enough to believe anything.
I had to find Peter. I didn't know what I would do once I did, but if he did indeed kill Lily, he will pay. For I am a cat, and he is a rat, and no one would notice if one more rat died, would they? I didn't know if I could kill him, but maybe I'll find out what really happened…
After the night that I 'died.'
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