Disclaimer: I don't own anything of JKR's…
So, I know the age thing here doesn't work out logistically, but for the sake of the story it had to be done. If you don't like it, don't read! It is meant to take place during the 4th and 5th books. Please r and r!
"Stella, Stella, where are you?" Gwen turned her head and saw her six-year old daughter petting an enormous, black stray. As she quickly dropped her shopping bags and ran over to pick her daughter up, the dog began to wag its tail madly.
"Stella, how many times does mommy have to tell you not to pet strays? Who knows what kind of diseases the animal might have?"
"But mommy, he's so cute…"
"I know…" she broke off as she looked down at the dog. His eyes were strangely familiar, but how could a stray dog's eyes look familiar. She knew what they reminded her of because she was reminded of it every time she looked into her daughter's gray eyes. "No, it's impossible." she thought and came back to reality as her daughter tugged on her sleeve
"Mommy, can we feed him?" At that the dog began to wag its tail even harder and jump back and forth with happiness. "See Mommy, he wants food."
Gwen had never been able to resist her adorable daughter's pleas to help animals, especially when she made the face that she was making now that reminded her so much of Stella's father. She sighed in resignation and pulled a loaf of bread out of her bad from The Three Broomsticks. Stella shrieked with joy and rushed the bread to the dog. The dog barked as if to say thank you, licked the girl on the cheek, and with the bread in its mouth began to trot up the mountain. Stella grabbed her mother's hand and the wandered back into Hogsmeade to finish their shopping.