A Nundu for A Pet

'You are a Wizard, Harry'

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Harry

Who are these people? He wondered as he moved away the curtains just enough for him to see through the closed window, just outside, walking through the streets were the people he noticed every day, like Miss Figg, she was carrying heavy bags with her arms, they seemed heavy, he figured she had brought food for her cats, she had many cats in her house, but there were new faces in the streets today.

Harry looked across the street, leaning against a pole, was a man was wearing a long black robe; his face was hidden, but he could see he was holding something in his right hand. Harry squinted his eyes, his eyelids almost closing his eyes completely, standing on the tip of his toes with Itisa right beside him, looking at him as if it were to say.

'What are we hiding from?'

Harry wished she could speak. As he looked closer, he noticed the tip of what he was holding. He knew the man was holding a sharp stick like the two that visited them today. The man was approached by someone else. The new one spread her arms as if pointing at the whole Neighborhood.

Harry was still at a loss for words. He had been there, watching them disappear, but he still couldn't quite understand how they did that and how they were able to pull out flames from their sticks. Harry had never seen someone do something like that, but he knew these people were the same as the one at the park who left Itisa there.

To this day, he still didn't know who that person was and why someone would ever leave her there to starve. Harry didn't know who the person was, but he must have been heartless to leave someone as cute as her alone in the park. Thankfully, he had been there to see it happen and to save Itisa; she would have starved if it wasn't for him.

Harry watched the streets for a long time. Eventually, the strange-looking people walked away into the dark corners, their figures disappearing as if becoming one with the shadows. The sky above transformed into a fiery canvas, the sun bidding its farewell with a brilliant display of crimson and gold.

Harry stepped away from the window when he saw Vernon's car stopping in front of the house; Harry prepared himself for what was about to happen. Since the incident, Dudley has refused to walk downstairs.

His aunt, well, looked at him as if he was somehow responsible for what happened as if he had invited these two people into the house. Harry knew once his uncle learned what happened while he was at work, he would probably tell him to get out of the house, if not out of the entire Neighbourhood.

Stepping into the kitchen, Harry couldn't help but notice the familiar sound of the door opening, followed by the heavy steps of his uncle Vernon. The old floorboards groaned under the weight, a sound that Harry had grown all too accustomed to. Just as he was about to take a seat at the kitchen table, his aunt Petunia, her face drained of all color. Hurrying towards Vernon, she seemed to be in a state of panic. Closing the kitchen door behind him, Harry sat down and waited.

Itisa rested her head on the table where his arms were spread. Since the incident, She had not returned to her normal size, as if she expected them to return and attack her. His hand touched her cute nose as he heard their voices getting louder from the hallway.