The Little Black Kitten

Prologue

I was only four when they came. Mother heard them first, crunching through the forest towards our little cottage and quickly bade me to hide. "Go and hide Twyla. Use your powers, and if I'm not alive after this, go find the Potter child. Make sure he is safe and protect him. You'll know what to do." So I quickly shapeshifted into a tiny ink black kitten, and hid in a crack in the wall, one where I would be hidden but still could see what was happening. Suddenly the door burst open and in walked three figures. One was a hulking beast, who brought the smell of death and decay with him. The other two were human, a man and woman, but one just barely. He had white skin, red eyes, and a snake-like nose, while the woman looked deranged. Probably too many years in Askaban, I figured. Mother stood by the couch with her wand raises and a scared look on her face, probably scared for me and my safety. Mr.Snakey, as I decided to call him, not knowing his real name, spoke first. "Hallie, where is the child?" He asked in a soft, but dangerous voice, kind of snake-like. My mother responded fiercely, a tone I've heard only once before. "She is safely hidden, where even if you looked, you you'd never find her, you will never possess my Twyla." Her voice broke just thinking about me, I could see it in her eyes. "My Lord, may I do the honors?" Asked the woman in a screechy voice, she was practically whining at him. "No, let Greyback have this one, you and I have had the last five, Bellatrix." Mr.Snakey replied. He then turned to the beast. "Greyback, do the honors please," and Greyback nodded, then turned his attention to mum, who she and I both gulped simultaneously. She knew what was coming, although she was trying to be brave for my sake. Then faster then you could say "Werewolf", for that is what he is, pounced on mum and bit down hard on her neck. He stood up and wiped his mouth as the blood was pouring out of her, she was turning clammy and white, and they laughed. They just stood there, threw back their heads, and laughed. I was sick with rage, wanting to avenge my mother, wanting to spill their blood, but I knew I had to stay hidden, respect my mothers last wishes. The people walked out of the door, slamming it as they went out. I quetly scampered out of my hiding place and leaned over mum, slowly turning back to human as tears poured down my face. "Mum?" I whispered, then suddenly burst into tears, my body racking with sobs, for it was then that I realized she was gone, would never comfort me again, would never play with me again. Now I had no one to care for me. I raised my head towards the door, knowing what I was going to do now. I packed a bag of my stuff, then scampered out the door, turning back to a kitten as I ran, tears streaming down my furry face, honoring my mother's memory. I was never looking back, too afraid of the memories that remained there.