The stolen Cullen

8

My and Harry start to grow. It has been two years since mommy and daddy were killed by bad man. I am taller than Harry by three inches. Harry had got glasses and I didn't and we have a stong bond even though we are not related. I think it's because of a ceromony mom and dad did with us.

Anyways off topic me and Harry grone close. Even though he is older then me by a month or so I look like the oldest. Monney has been teaching us theorys on spells while Padfoot is trying to teach Harry how to transform. It's funny to watch a excited uncle to to teach a bored Harry. I walked over and whisper in his ear and he nodded and closed his eyes and he is now a black pup. I transformed and we played tag. Moony almost tripped on us. 

I ran up the wall and up onto the ceiling. I looked down to see a struggling Harry. He sat down and looked up at me. My tongue was hanging out of my mouth. Both moony and Padfoot looked up at me. I tilt my head and trotted down the wall and over Harry and started running. Harry ran after me and tried to swat me. I changed into a cat and sat still on a book case. Harry ran past but stopped and looked around. Our uncles walked in and saw Harry whineing and looking around. Moony looked at me and I jumped down and changed back to the wolf and takled Harry. We rolled over and transformed. We were both giggling. 

"How does he have multi-animagus?" Padfoot asked Moony. 

"I don't know. I'll be searchng it up." Moony said.