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"Get's kind of annoying calling you 'Dog'. How about… Snuffles?" I asked. He barked and lolled his head to the side.
I laughed and laid back, my arms spread out to my sides.
"Snuffles it is, then." Snuffles paced back and forth for a second before curling up next to me. I yawned and closed my eyes.
RPOV
I cast a forlorn look out the window at Snuffles.
"Do I have to go back to Hogwarts? I mean, I'm pretty much only friends with the twins, and Hermione, but I'm sure they wouldn't miss me that much. They have other friends." I asked Tonks, my eyes sweeping around the kitchen I was going to dearly miss. She sighed and shook her head.
"Rita. Just because this is the sixteenth time you have asked me that in the span of the last three days does not mean my answer is going to change. You need to go to Hogwarts to learn and become an amazing witch. Besides…." She trailed off. I frowned at her and looked back out the window at the snow that was steadily falling.
"I know, I know. It's safer at Hogwarts. I can't be killed by murderous fathers there." I said, with a little bit too much bitterness laced in between my words.
"I'm sorry. I know this isn't your fault. It just bites, 's all." I said, dragging the toe of my scuffed shoe through a mini dust bunnie under the cabinets.
"I know it does sweetie, and I'm really sorry that you have to go through all of this. But, on the bright side! They haven't found anything wrong with that Firebolt at all, so you should be able to ride it soon enough! McGonagall likes her quidditch team to win, you know?" She said, chuckling and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Alright. Well, we better get going or we might miss the train." She said, leading me out towards the front door.
"Wait! I have to say goodbye to Snuffles!" I sad, ripping from her grasps and sprinting back into the kitchen and out the back door. I smiled and bent down a little, petting the back of his head.
"I'll see you in the summer, Snuffs!" I said, giving him one more pat, and running around to the front of the house.
"Ready!" I called.
"What is up with you and that stray dog?" Tonks asked, laughing quietly and shaking her head. I shrugged and got into the back of the car.
"RITA!" Hermione yelled ecstatically and ran up to me as I stepped out of the carriage up by the school doors.
"Um, Hermione?" I yelled back in the same high-toned voice.
"What's up?" I asked before she tackled me in a tight hug, almost knocking me to the ground.
"Oh my Merlin, are you alright? I was so worried, when Harry got his FIrebolt I thought it was from S-" She said at like fifty words a minute. I put my hands on her shoulders and hushed her.
"Hermione, calm down! Did you say Harry got a Firebolt?" I asked. She nodded her head quickly.
"Yea! And I thought that if I was right about who sent it that maybe they had sent one to you, and that it might have been a death trap-"
"Merlin, not you too! Aunt 'Dromeda nearly peed herself when she got to our house on Christmas. Nearly bit off Tonks' head off for letting me ride it!"
"Wait. So you did get one?"
I nodded.
"I knew it! I knew it! Oh Gosh, they had to have been sent by Black as a means of killing you two-!"
"HERMIONE! Would you please stop? You're going to hyperventilate. Anyways-"
"OH MY GOD! DID YOU JUST SAY YOU RODE IT?!" She nearly shrieked.
"SHHH!" I hissed, putting my hand over her mouth.
"Are you kidding? Of course I rode it! It's a broom! That's what they are made for! And it was a freaking Firebolt! Of course I rode it!" I finished as we walked into the Great Hall and sat down.
"I hate to admit it, but Black's got a point." Ronald said.
"Yeah, Hermione. Black's got a point!" I said, teasing Hermione to try and get her spirits back up.
It didn't work too well.
"I can' believe you rode it…" She whispered to herself in disbelief. I groaned.
"Yes, alright? I rode the freaking Firebolt I got for Christmas that didn't come with a note that everyone seems to think was from my psychopathic father without adult supervision. And guess what? I'm sitting here. Right now. Right next to you. Breathing. And talking. You only live once, 'Mione. Lighten up a little, would ya?" She blanked.
"...No adult supervision….?" She whispered, horrified. I nodded my head before taking a bite of the pot pie in front of me.
"Mmhmm." I hummed in response, seeing as how I couldn't really talk for all the food in my mouth.
"I just have one thing to say." I said, wiping my mouth after swallowing.
"Why would anyone send something so expensive as a murder weapon?" Harry asked from across me. Why Hermione decided it was a good idea for me to sit right by these pricks is a mystery to me.
"Exactly!" I said, throwing my hands into the air, "Like I told Tonks: If someone were to send a cursed something to someone to kill them, why would they pick only the most expensive thing in all of wizarding history? Why not dig through a trash bin and grab a random shiny mirror and old tin of hair gel?"
"It doesn't make any sense, I'll admit that, but-" Hermione started.
"Hermione. Really. Just give it up- The brooms were perfectly fine, and you got Harry's taken away." Ron said. I looked to Harry.
"They took yours too? Blimey, this is rubbish!" I said, taking another bite of my food. It was really good food, okay?