I carried on running up the stairs, weaving around Harry, trying to make him smile. For some reason, when he saw me he had become rather quiet and withdrawn. I felt guilty for it.
"Okay, so where are we staying?" I asked. I then realised that Harry probably wouldn't understand "Doggish". On the second floor, he pushed a door open and I scurried in. Still determined to make an improvement on Harry's mood, I hopped onto the nearest bed and jumped up and down like a little kid. Harry couldn't help but laugh. I must have looked so odd. I wagged my tail as he came over, grinning, to tickle my ears. I wuffed and lay down on the bed, panting slightly.
I pawed at his face, and my paw touched a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Instantly there was a flash of green light in my head. Small clips of memory flooded into my mind, like years and years of rolls of film. I took my paw away quickly. Although that moment had only lasted a second or two, it felt as though we had been glued together like that all of our life and had seen all that he had seen, and vice versa. As the light faded, I noticed a green thread running from my forehead to his. Just briefly, before that too, disappeared. Harry blinked at me in disbelief.
"Ooookaaay...that was kinda weird..." I thought. To my surprise, Harry laughed slightly.
"Tell me about it!" he replied. He blinked at me. "Wait a minute..." he muttered. "Who said that?" He asked to the room in general.
"Well, the only person who spoke was me, but he can't possibly understand me...can he?" I thought. Harry blinked down at me.
"Rose?" he asked.
"Yes?" I replied worriedly. We both screamed. Had I not been freaked out of my wits, I would have laughed.
"What the heck is going on? I'm talking to a DOG!" He cried. I whimpered and crept underneath a bed.
I wonder if he can hear ALL my thoughts, or just the ones that I would say if I was a human? I thought to myself. I stayed there for a while before Harry seemed to notice that I was gone. I felt a weight fall onto the bed and suddenly, a face appeared at the opening I had come in through (You know, the gap between the bed and the floor.).
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I suppose..." I replied. I noticed that even though I was carrying out a conversation with him perfectly fine, Harry seemed to be freaked out a little, still. I crept out from under the bed and jumped up on top of it, sitting next to Harry.
"Sooo...how come we can talk to each other?" He asked, now becoming more at ease at talking to me. I thought for a while. I had tried talking to Harry coming up the stairs yet he hadn't replied.
Then there had been the big green flash...that had been weird. I seemed to remember doing things I had no recollection of...I told Harry this and he looked shocked. Again.
"But...why did that happen?" He asked.
"How should I know?" I semi-shouted back. I felt Harry recoil slightly. I guessed it must be kind of scary having a DOG shout at you.
"Maybe we should try to figure this out later?" I suggested in a slightly calmer, gentler voice. Harry nodded slowly.
"Let me show you something!" I yapped excitedly. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Remember, I'm not your ordinary dog!" I added. I then began my usual party trick of flashing through the same animals I had gone through in the hallway. When I finally finished, I looked over at Harry, who now looked a mixture of shocked, surprised, amused and upset. "Fun, huh?" I asked him. He didn't reply. "What's wrong?" I asked. Usually my zoo-trick went down a storm, but today...
Suddenly, Harry jerked up, coming out of his "trance". I jumped up onto my back legs and hopped around shouting: "I'm hungry! I'm hungry! FOOD! NEED FOOD!" I then fell over onto my back, in a mock dead position.
Result!
Harry grinned and tickled my belly.
"Fine, fine! We eat!" and with that he got up and led me downstairs. I saw a clock on the way down and noticed we had been up there for more than THREE HOURS! Doing what? I then noticed Harry was now a floor below me. He whistled and I bounded down the stairs full pelt, nearly knocking him down the last flight of stairs. He grinned.
"Last one to the kitchen is a troll!" he cried and sped off towards the kitchen door.
"Hey! No fair!" I shouted back and pelted after him.
I butted the door open with my head and padded into the kitchen. On the table were some chicken sandwiches. They smelt great. Not being one for eating dog food, I propped my front paws on the table, and within 10 seconds, all three were gone. (And they were pretty darn big, I can tell you!) Just then, Harry came in through a side door, carrying some snacks in his hands. He noticed me with my paws on the table and crumbs scattered all over the floor, table, and all over my black furry face.
"ROSE!" He shouted. I tried to pull an innocent look. To no avail.
"It was...umm...a mouse! A really, really big, hungry MOUSE! I would have stopped it but..." I couldn't think. Harry was coming towards me very slowly. I yelped and scrambled across the cold flagstone floor towards the door, running through it and into the hallway. Turning left, I ran into another room, not knowing where on earth I was. I paused, only to hear Harry's footsteps behind me. Uh…oh... I thought. I turned the corner only to run…
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