I don't like the night anymore.
When we were young it was our time, concealing us and making our adventures more exciting.
Then everything changed. James, Peter and twelve years in Azkaban.
Twelve years of darkness.
Even at noon there wasn't much light. At midnight canine vision couldn't help me.
Molly was surprised to see how neatly I always make my bed - she said I didn't seem the type. I didn't tell her that I haven't slept in it.
Every night I change into a dog.
I crawl under the bed.
And I wait for the morning.