Chapter 26: Point of view

She was like... A pup. Yes; that was the only way she could describe her. A small puppy who was hated simply because of her origin. It was excepted into the only home where she could be safe...

"Holly, would you like some hot chocolate?"

Those small frightful and fearful eyes blinked as if they had just woken up from a dream. She offered a small smile, hesitant and sad- but a smile nonetheless, even though she shook her head. She stared out of the window again, mixed feelings confronting her small mind.

Yes, she was excepted into a home... But it was not sanctuary that the puppy was provided with. Perhaps she had ben put right into the devil's den instead. But no one noticed and it wasn't really probable that anyone would ever notice. Yes- even she did not truly notice until now...

The puppy was abused because of her origin...

She had truly thought, that once the small puppy grew and left for the first time- that she would be filled with hatred and loathing. Would she had despised her guardians from the bottom of her heart? Or would she had instead transferred her hatred to what the Dursleys have always loathed above all...? As the cause to all her misery?

Either way, she had no doubt that the small puppy would have turned into a beast.

Then, everything completely changed.

The puppy's cousin was lost- death had awaited the poor boy and tragedy had befallen the Dursleys. The consequences were beginning to show. And yet... The puppy was given hope.

Perhaps this death had provided a chance of life for another. Because (no matter how truly cruel it sounded) the puppy was now given a chance to be part of a family. And did she believe that the Dursleys could provide the puppy with love? After all that the puppy had been through?

She did. Because at the funeral, she had seen the truth. That the Dursleys were human too; that they made many mistakes and that they had emotions. That they did love. Despite the past, she could see a bright future now. As small and imaginary as it were.

But even now with this new setting, misfortune and hardship only followed the small puppy. Yes, she was given a chance now to be loved; after all these years, the Uncle had started to show compassion. It was fragile and small, but it was real and growing.

Oh, but the aunt? Her hatred had seemed to run only deeper... And this time her target was loud and clear- there were no doubts there. She did not know what exactly happened when the wounded puppy showed up on her doorstep; but the emotions were clear even if they were unspoken.

And the puppy herself? Instead of feeling true happiness for the first time- she felt guilt, sorrow and hatred. Guilt for misusing her dead cousin's position for her own gain. Sorrow for her aunt and uncle. Hatred for not being able to go back as she was before- because she was liking the way things were right now, than they were before. Because despite all the current hardships; she could not bare to go back.

Mrs. Figg sighed as she set her cup of chocolate down, staring at the ceiling. She was an old woman- not at all suited for spying around; especially not other people's lives. But she couldn't stop now when she had developed feelings for Holly- such a sweet child with a sad smile. She at least wanted to watch over her and help when she can; even from afar.

To think that she was a national saviour of the wizarding world? No muggle would ever think it. But to think she was also a poor, defenseless child who sought out love more than anything? No wizard would ever imagine it.

She was supposed to report all of this current shift in the lives of the Dursleys. Supposed to.

She wondered why she didn't though.

'I truly have gone soft.' She smiled at the girl which was fondly petting Biscuit in her lap, while her mind was elsewhere.

'Holly... I can not phantom what you've been through. I do not think anyone really can. I want to help you- but I can't. If I interfered it would only bring more misfortune and problems. My job is to actually do the opposite of what I am now; by now, you would have probably been in a new home which could give you what you desire. I want to give that to you... But that would mean tearing up the small happiness and hope you have finally gained. And I can not make myself do that. I'm so sorry...'

A tear fell from her eye as she gazed at the child with a sad smile. Holly looked up and her eyes widened.

" Mrs. Figg! Are you alright? Why...are you crying?"

"A-ah. Just something in my eye! Nothing to worry about. Oh, I think it's about time for Biscuit to eat, don't you?"

"...If you say so..."

'Holly... Do you're best and survive.'

A/N:... This was long. -.-

And from this entire chapter I can only say:

...I like Biscuit.