Chapter Seven: Luxury
Ten minutes later, I couldn't believe my luck. They'd given me the rest of the roast (which was scrumptious, let me tell you; potatoes the right ratio of crunchy and soft, the meat tender, the gravy soaking into the vegetables – simply perfect) despite Shane's protests, which were actually beginning to annoy me now, I mean, I hadn't done anything to deserve it. I t wasn't my fault Wormtail was such a spineless rat. Shane was charged with the task of making 'found' posters in my honour. I was mystified when she pushed a circle on a greyish black box and it lit up and made noises. Definitely muggles, I decided. I'd heard about the strange contraptions they'd invented so they could live more easily without magic and I resolved to investigate the lively box when I had the chance. I felt a pang of longing when the thought of magic reminded me of my days as a free man. The ministry snapped my wand when they'd charged me. I never even got the pieces back. I sniffed.
I dragged my mind back to the present, just in time to hear 'Daddy' say they'd better give me a bath. I figured this'd be interesting.
The bathroom was a pale green colour, with a pattern of seaweed and muggle-drawn mermaids forming a freeze halfway up the wall. Another pang accompanied her voice floating back over the years. I remembered the endless discussions of what our house was going to be like when we got it.
I got so lost in the memories of my time with Diana. Before I knew what was happening, I could feel a hairbrush forcing its way through my matted fur. It felt like the brush was shaving me bald by ripping out every strand of hair I possessed one by one. I howled in pain.