summer stories

Reunited (harry potter)

When I died, I died fighting for my family. I was getting older, and I was on that mission because I wanted to. I saved my owner and that was all that mattered. I died numb and at peace. With the world, with myself, with the life that I had lived and the fact that it was ending. My soul travelled North. Far North. I soared through the night sky and past the North Star without a flap of my wings. The distant explosions down on Earth seemed like fireworks lighting up my way to the sky.

Heaven was an absolutely magnificent place. It was, quite literally, paradise. It was the perfect combination of both winsome and graceful, but also beguiling and irresistible. The entire land seemed to stretch on forever; an endless sea of aesthetic landscapes and happy souls. I watched from above as my previous owner battled against his enemy, as he got married and even when he sent his own children to school for the first time with their own owls.

While I was on Earth, I had made friends with my owner's friends' pets. There was Crookshanks, a fluffy ginger cat, and Scabbers, a rat with a missing toe. Unfortunately, Scabbers turned out to be an evil wizard who worked for the Dark Lord, and from then on our friendship was just a wasted page from the book of my life. Nevertheless, I watched over Crookshanks and made sure he was happy and that no harm would come his way. I was a sort of guardian angel to him I guess you could say. We had an unbreakable bond through our friendship that developed after Scabbers betrayed us, and it brought us closer together than any other two animals. I would never let anything happen to him, and I know he would do the same.

I protected him from several things, both big and small, but I'd like to say they made a difference in his life nonetheless. I stopped an alley cat from picking a fight with him while he was grieving the temporary death of his owner (don't ask), and I protected him and his owner's family from an avalanche when they were on holiday by gently 'encouraging' them to take a different route through the woods. Being a guardian angel was my favourite job by far both on Earth and above the clouds.

I remember a time when Crookshanks ran off from his family and they were searching for him for weeks. Even his owner's idle husband put up missing posters to help search. Crookshanks was in the forest next to their house. He was upset, but I didn't know why. Just looking at him made me sad, so I decided to try and figure out what was wrong by doing something that wasn't really allowed, but was still done by many souls. I willed a fraction of my soul to enter his mind, and I asked him why he was so miserable.

"I feel alone," He said. He did not know it was actually me, his old friend, but he knew that I was someone from the heavens who could help. "My only friend, Hedwig, is gone, and I am an animal, so I cannot converse with my owner and her family." He confessed. "It is lonely down here,"

I told him that he should not think like that, and that his family loved him and they would always be there for him. As for his friend-who was me-they would be reunited in the land above the clouds, where they would live forever. This made him feel a lot better, and I perceive it as one of my greatest accomplishments; I made my best friend happy.

By the time he died and joined me in the clouds, I had been protecting him for five whole years. Crookshanks died of old age, but when I saw him, I saw the Crookshanks of his glory days. His half lion's mane glistened in the sunlight, and he walked on the clouds with the nimble paws of an animal in their prime youth.

I was thrilled to see him again. My best friend was here and the dynamic duo was reunited at last!