The next few days, nothing happened except some accidental magic on Harry's part, and some stupid moments on Dudley's part. The only thing I was conserved about was what would happen when school started, which inevitably would. I was expecting a visit from McGonagall in the next few days, she could tell me what to do.
"Angel, I'm having a party in a few days, and I need the garden weeded. You take Harry and Dudley outside while I do some housework." Mrs. Dursley ordered as she shoved some gardening supplies into my hands.
"Yes, ma'am." I said, and took the kids into the scorching hot sun. Dudley went and complained about it being so hot, while Harry, smart boy, climbed the shady tree. I bent over the garden and started pulling out the weeds and pruning the bushes. I found this task quite exhausting, and my back was stiff when I finally heard a thud come from the tree, then a faint whimper. I turned around to see Harry on all fours, looking quite shocked.
I rushed over. "Harry, are you alright?" He pulled himself into a sitting position, and pointed at his knees. They looked quite beat up. A faint trickle of red blood oozed out. The cut wasn't to deep, but it would most definitely need a band-aid and some antiseptic. I ran to get some, and when I came back with them, I saw Harry sitting up,calling to something in the garden bed.
"Here, kitty kitty, here kitty!" He was saying. I looked over to see a tabby cat with rectangular markings around its eyes, sitting calmly, flicking her tail back and forth. "Can I pet the kitty, Angel?" Harry asked with big eyes.
"Not right now." I washed out his cut and put a band-aid on it, then turned to Professor McGonagall. She scampered past, down an alley, right past Harry, who stuck his fingers put and brushed the cat's fur. I followed McGonagall to the spot we had seen each other last. She transformed, looking back at Harry.
"What a cute boy." She said in a grandmotherly sort of way.
"Professor," I said, clearing my throat.
"Right. School. As you learned in Muggle Studies, children go to school from the ages five to eighteen, from September to June. You will not be needed at this time, so that could be your break, to go do things, as they say these days.
"Also, soon Harry will begin to display magic. You must act as the situation calls for. Do not tell Harry what they mean, that is his aunt and uncle's job.
"And one last thing. Because of school starting soon, I will not be able to make the so often. I will send an owl, or of you like," She pulled out a bottle and a leaf. I gasped, recognizing immediately what she was holding.
"Yes, Professor, please. I would love to be an animagus."
"The only problem with this is we don't know what animal you will turn into. This could be very risky, and you don't want it to go wrong. We have done several test, and determined that your animagi will be a bird, which is very good, because you could accompany Harry on his journey to Hogwarts as an owl or other bird. I will do a few more test, just to confirm, then tell you the results next week." She put the leaf and bottle back in her cloak, and handed me the weekly newspaper. Smiling, she turned back into a cat and sprang away.
This was amazing news! I was ecstatic, I might be an animagus! I skipped back over to the house in a very good mood, only to find Dudley back from wearever he had been, pushing Harry over, who was cradling his once again bloodied knee. In Dudley's hand, he held a Band-Aid, laughing hysterically. He stopped abruptly when he saw me walking towards him, anger spreading over my face like wildfire. He backed over into the tree and I was tempted to strike him. The pure terror on his face actually made me laugh instead.
"Angel? What so funny?" Harry asked from the ground. I was still chuckling when I looked back too Dudley.
"This idiot thinks that he can hurt Harry Potter and get away with it," I said, grabbing Dudley's arm. "Come on." I helped Harry up, and led them both into the house. I shoved Dudley into a chair, and got another Band-Aid for Harry, scolded Dudley, took them both back outside in fear of Mrs. Dursley, and continued weeding the garden. Harry opted not to climb the tree again and put on some gloves too help with the weeding.
"You look really happy, Angel."
"I am happy," I replied, brushing over the soil. It was crazy how little weeds there were, and she still wanted to have it weeded. I sat up and looked up at my young friend. "I just got some good news. That's why I'm happy."
"You got good news from a cat?" Harry asked, scrunching his face up.
I laughed. "Apparently." I patted down the already immaculate soil and stood up. "Let's go tell your aunt we're done." I helped Harry up, and I yelled too Dursley, calling him up too the front door. We walked up the door, where Mrs. Dursley already stood.
"Thank you, Angel, for getting that done. Now come inside and have tea. Harry, Dudley,find something else to do." This was very unusual behavior for Mrs. Dursley, thanking you and inviting you too tea, already made, no less. We walked inside and sat down in the pristine sitting room.
"Angel, as you know, school will be starting soon. I've been able to hold up this house with no extra help so far, so I don't know what will be keeping this year. I think you should only come in the evenings, that would be when the kids get home. That way you could have a place of your own, and we might be able to pay you actual money. You can stay on the holidays, and the summer, if you like. Would you that be alright?" I sipped my tea thoughtfully and pretended to contemplate the decision. The truth was, I was slightly shocked by the request, and didn't know whether to agree or not.
"I'll sleep on it," I said, the only thing I could say, itching to leave the sitting room.
"Alright. That would work for me. Thank you," She said, standing. I could tell this meeting was over.
After picking up the tea time, I practically sprinted up the stairs, and sat at my desk, and scribbling a letter to Professor McGonagall, asking for her opinion. I called a quick owl service, which was a simple spell that called an owl too do your postal service, as long as you have a galleon. It was quick, easy, and fast. This made me think of what McGonagall had said. I might be an animagus! Being able to change into an animal, it would be amazing. I sent the owl off with a coin in a small bag, for that purpose. Maybe I would be an owl, like the tawny that delivered my letter. I sighed. That wasn't something to think of now. Tomorrow, Mrs. Dursley would be having a party, and I would have to keep the kids busy, while also helping with the party. I went back downstairs, and went back outside with the kids, all the while contemplating Mrs. Dursley's offer, and also the prospect of being an animagus.