A Nundu for A Pet

Living in Magical World

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Harry felt the softness of the bed, his head resting against the pillow. He could hear the faint sound of his aunt speaking. He expected her to start knocking on the cupboard door at any moment and tell him that he needed to cook or clean the house, but Harry was too comfortable. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so comfortable.

He heard footsteps beyond his cupboard, and he expected to hear Aunt Petunia's annoying voice at any moment or, worse, Vernon talking to him; he didn't know which one was worse.

But the knocking didn't come. Instead, he heard the sound of wood creaking; he knew someone was walking downstairs as the footsteps grew quieter until he couldn't hear them anymore.

Wait, Downstairs?! But we have no basement, Harry quickly remembered. He jolted upwards, his green eyes opened, and he found himself staring at a room he didn't recognize. The three ledges that he expected to see were gone, including his books. The ceiling was too high for a cupboard, but he quickly remembered something else as he moved up his blanket, expecting that she was hiding under it.

"Itisa," Harry called out right away, moving away the blanket covering him that fell over the bed frame; he looked around in panic when he heard her.

Meow

He looked up, and near the ceiling were several wooden beams one could grip from the floor and climb up, but there was nowhere to go since the ceiling didn't have any ceiling door or window that led outside, but standing on the wooden beams appeared Itisa, the sight of her, Harry sighed heavily in relief.

"What are you doing up there, girl?" Harry asked softly as he stood up from the bed. The Nundu let out another meow as if answering his question.

Again, Harry wished he could talk to her like he could do with Snakes; he could already imagine all the questions he could ask her, but most importantly, how she got here, in the United Kingdoms, since Professor McGonagall had explained to him last night that Nundus always came from Africa. In a way, it was a blessing for everyone. Harry wanted to know more, but the old Professor had told him that she didn't have all the answers for him since she didn't study magical creatures and that someone like Hagrid or Newt Scamander might have the answers to his questions. Harry didn't know why they were, but he figured he could learn more about them.

As he looked around, Harry remembered getting this room last night. Now everything returned back to him, the place he was staying right now, The Leaky Cauldron.

" I've never been to London," Harry said with a look of awe as he looked at the many different colorful buildings, much different than the grey-looking 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging.

They had taken the train to get here. The Old Professor had kept mostly quiet through the whole ride. Every time Harry tried to ask a question, she would remind him that Muggles aren't supposed to know about magic and that he should keep the questions to himself until they reached Leaky Cauldron.

Harry thought that was a dumb name and said as much to the Old Professor, who mumbled something about him being like his father.

The people on the train often glanced at Itisa, her size; she looked like a normal cat, but the tufts of fur at the end of her tail were what grabbed the attention of some of the people, thankful they didn't start asking questions, and soon enough, the train stopped at the station.