My eyes flashed open. There were bangs and shouts coming from downstairs. Me and my mother had been expecting this to come for a while now. Ever since my last visit from Sirius, your dad, Death Eaters had been on our tails, chasing us from empty houses, to hotels and derelict huts. They obviously hadn't realised I was up here.
I got dressed as quickly as possible before slipping out onto the landing. Below me, I saw a circle of men, dressed in black robes, surrounding my mother with their wands out. She had hers raised too. I was surprised I could see her, considering how closely packed the group of people were around her. I could just see her curly red hair and sky blue eyes. But they weren't the eyes I knew...Even when she had known this was coming and scared out of her wits, she always stayed calm, probably to keep me happy, but now, her light blue eyes were filled with fear and pain...I felt a funny squirm inside my stomach. I had a bad feeling about what was coming next.
"You realise we have been chasing you for three months now Mrs Black?" one of the circle said, with a cold, drawling voice. The way he said 'Mrs', there was something wrong about it... I saw my mother nod once. "Well, then, you should know that we Death Eater's don't like to be kept waiting...Especially the Dark Lord..." he continued. This time, my mother didn't move. I couldn't see the speakers face, but I could tell he was grinning. "Well then. This won't be much of a shock to you then..." I saw the man flick his wand, emitting a flash of bright green light. I saw her collapse onto the floor, the glitter from her eyes fading.
"MUM!" I screamed, forgetting completely that there were Death Eaters here, ready to whisk me away to some unknown lair. That is, I did until the whole circle turned to look at me. I gasped, clapping my hands over my mouth.
"Well, if it isn't Little-Miss-Houdini!" the speaker drawled again. I glowered at him.
"You'll never get me!" I cried and with that I ran back into my room. Thinking quickly, I locked the door and placed a spell on my belongings to teleport to wherever I stopped next. I could hear banging on the door. Suddenly, it was knocked off of its hinges and fell to the floor in a cloud of dust. There in front of me was the man. Correction, the MURDERER. I could see him better now.
I stared into his face and those cold, ice-grey eyes. I memorised that face and I wasn't going to forget it. He grinned, as did the Death Eater next to him. It was a woman with heavy-lidded eyes and long, lank black hair. If she hadn't of been so grubby, she probably would have looked very beautiful. This time it was she who spoke.
"I remember when I was doing this do your dear old Daddy!" she laughed. I frowned in confusion.
"How do you know my Dad?" I asked loudly. The window behind me was open. The woman laughed.
"What! You don't even recognise your own Auntie? Tut tut, I must scold my dear brother for that!" She laughed again, a cold screeching laugh, like a pack of evil seagulls. That was enough. I didn't want to hear any more. I counted to three before heaving myself up onto the windowsill. I looked down. At four stories high, it wouldn't be a pretty sight if I fell.
"Well, I think I'll be going now," I told them brightly. They laughed.
"Oh really?" giggled the woman. "And how are you going to do that then? FLY?" she laughed at this final part. I smiled too. This confused them, so now was my chance.
"Yes, actually, so, ta-ta for now!" and with that, I fell backwards out of the window. A split second later, I had transformed into a pigeon, indistinguishable from the other thousands of birds in London.
I flapped along through the city, when all of a sudden, I remembered my mum telling me about a place not too far from here. Where was it? Oh yeah, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. I swooped down to the ground, sure that I was far away enough from the Death Eaters now, and turned into my usual form (when I'm animal shaped, that is) of a large, bear-like black dog, a red stripe on my right ear.
Padding along, I saw a street sign reading: 'Grimmauld Place' I had found it! And without any effort too. As I walked along the street, I looked at the house numbers. No. 10, No. 11, No. 13...wait. Where was number 12? As if to answer my question, a house suddenly materialised out of thin air. Magic! I thought. And where there was magic, there had to be witches and wizards!
I padded over to the door, which, to my surprise, was slightly ajar. I bumped the door open with my nose and walked in. There in front of me were two wizards deep in conversation and a witch with bubblegum-pink hair, who was now watching me.
"Hey, Moody, Lupin, look!" she called to them. The two wizards turned to look at me. One looked older than he smelt (I'm a dog still, remember) and the other had a large electric blue eye which was swivelling round in its socket very rapidly. The owner of the eye grumbled and whacked the side of his head, causing the eye to stop.
"Well? It's a dog. What about it?" asked the one with the swivvely eye. "Oh come on Mad-Eye, doesn't she remind you a bit of... you know..." the woman shrugged. The one I supposed was Lupin looked at you at though he had seen you somewhere before. I sat and tilted my head sideways, watching him. I realised that they were unsure whether I was a magical dog or a normal one. I quickly flashed through a few animals to show them. Tiger...horse...mouse...deer...wolf...panther...unicorn...phoenix...and back to the black dog again.
"I think she stays!" said Lupin happily. I wagged my tail happily. For now, I would stay as a dog to see if these people were worth trusting and staying with. The woman shouted into one of the rooms.
"Haaaarryyyy!"
"Yeeeeeesss?" came the reply. A bored-looking boy about the same age as me poked his head around the door.
"Could you take..." she looked at the name tag I had around my neck. "Could you take Rose upstairs?" she continued. The boy called Harry looked at me and froze.
"She…she looks..." he stammered, his emerald green eyes wide. The witch smiled grimly.
"I know she does Harry, but she's not. Now just take her upstairs will you?" she patted him on the back gently. Harry whistled quietly and I bounded after him up the stairs.
(Picture Rose Black (according to me!).png)