Daughter of Padfoot

Chapter X

Part eight: The Marauders Reunion and Crookshanks

Hermione, being the person that she was put her foot down at the first thought of a marauders reunion. Her warnings were of course acknowledged but ignored by the adults. So when she was beaten we stood up to leave taking dad with us. Then when we got back to the tower and had bidden Harry and Ron good night, we went to our dorm. Hermione wanted to get into bed, but the problem was there was someone sitting on it. She was a girl except she had patches of brownish-maroon fur all over. The same colors of Crookshanks. She was licking herself, I guess cleaning. Then she turned her head and saw us.

"I'm a girl you know. No need to call me Crookshanks like you do." She said calmly as if this was perfectly normal.

"You're Crookshanks." Whispered Hermione pointing.

"Yes. No need to gawk. I'm perfectly normal."

"You're a cat-girl." Said Hermione.

"She's a what?" I asked

"Cat-girl. They change into cats on will. They live in Asia usually, but they're illegal to keep as pets." She said changing into textbook mode. "I've been breaking the law for three years. Why are you here?"

"Oh don't worry," said the girl "Dumbledore knows I'm here. I'm supposed to be here. I'm on the League against Voldemort. Voldemort was attacking our colony, so..." She looked down at dad "Ew! Tell him to change back. I hate dogs, he knows that."

"Who is he?" I asked challenging her.

"Sirius Black. And you're his daughter, and that's Hermione. Her friends are Ron and Harry. I know Sirius from before. I helped him try to get Peter Pettigrew. He explained the whole thing to me. We're old friends."

Dad changed back. "Hello Lindsey."

"Hello. I haven't seen you in a while where've you been?"

"Around." Dad answered "why are you reveling your self now?"

"I'm supposed to. Besides it's a lot easier to clean this way. I'll be Crookshanks again before you know it."

With a final lick she changed back into the squished face Crookshanks.

"Oh, dear," muttered Hermione "this is not going to be a normal year, even by our standards. I can tell on the first day; I don't think that's a good sign."

"Oh, joy." I sighed.

Dad chuckled as he turned back into a dog.

By the end of the week I was used to the bustle of the school. I'd been moved up to the 5th year potions class and found it much easier to bear Snape if I wasn't the only one he was glowering at, and Transfiguration was extremely easy for me (and no, I'm not bragging). Every night after dinner Harry, Hermione, Ron and I would go to the D.A.D.A room and use the passage to go up to talk with Saraan, Maxis, Remus, and dad. I found this to be the best part of my days. They would tell stories about their school days and all we would have to do was sit and listen.

On Friday evening we didn't travel through the passage, because the adults (minus Saraan) were going out to act like kids, running around through the forest. Hermione still did not approve. Anyway, instead of going up to the D.A.D.A room we went up to the astronomy tower where we could see the full moon rise perfectly above the lake. After it did we could see three animals silhouetted on the edge of the forest? Two dogs, and a wolf. They stood still for a second in remembrance of the two marauders who wouldn't be joining them that night; James, and my mother. After this they ran off into the forest probably not to return until the early hours of the morning. We only know that because we tried to stay awake in the tower waiting for them, but fell asleep in a heap on the cold stone floor.