Padfoot

Hidden At Number 12 Grimmauld Place

"Yes Buckbeak I'm hungry too." Rosie mumbled as the snow-white hippogriff nudged at her arm with his beak. "Dad and Remus haven't brought anything up yet, you have eyes too you know!"

Buckbeak walked proudly back over to his corner of the attic where him and Rosie were hidden away from the world. He walked slowly in a circle before resting down and leaning his large head over his leg and began to just watch Rosie.

She was fifteen, skinny for her age and short too. Around five-foot, four inches tall. She sat looking into a dusty mirror placed precariously against the low slanted ceiling to the left of a window that protruded out from the roof, though its heavy, dull and black curtains were drawn. The only light flickered from old candles dotted around the room on some drawers and shelves and a single smaller candle in front of Rosie.

As she sat brushing her long pure-white hair, she glanced around the room and its shadows. Dark, old and cramped. Her bed shoved to the other side of the window under the diagonal ceiling, a black metal frame with an old mattress. The foot-end of which sat just before the window making it cold at night. However, Molly Weasley had insisted on knitting her a large maroon coloured blanket to keep her warm instead of just some old sheets and a small pillow. Beside the bed, the opposite side of the room from the window, hay was littered around the floor, all of which had come from Buckbeaks corner, which unfairly had no slanted ceiling. Then on her left, a set of drawers holding the candles.

She eventually found her own eyes in the mirror as they started to well up with tears, trying with all her might to suppress them and force them back in. But she couldn't hold it, not this time. So there she sat, weeping silently in the darkness. Buckbeak stood, head lowered and moved slowly toward her.

"Oh Buckbeak," Rosie said standing and swinging her arms around his long feathery neck, "What do I do Buckbeak, I don't want to go to Hogwarts, I won't be safe there. They'll know who I am too, even with a fake name."

"You will be safer there." a kind voice from behind her whispered.

Rosie jumped back, hitting her head on the ceiling. She leant on Buckbeak as she went dizzy and he held her still.

"R-Remus?" She stuttered looking up.

A tall man with many scars turned and shut the door, that Rosie had failed to hear open, behind him.

"How many times has your father told you to keep that door locked?" He asked quietly.

Rosie looked away for anything other than to think of locking that door. Remus placed his usual tray of sandwiches and mice on the drawers, walked towards Rosie and hugged her tight.

"I know," he started and held her away with his hands on her shoulders "I know you don't want to be locked in here, but if the others find you, especially Harry, we ruin everything we've been planning all summer."

"Why do I have to go to Hogwarts at all? I never got my letter like everyone else, I'm not meant to be there!" Rosie said, tears filling her eyes again.

Remus walked Rosie over to her bed and sat her down, kneeling in front of her. Buckbeak poked his head up smelling the mice.

"Go on then you old beast, but only the mice! Sandwiches are for Rosie."

The hippogriff strolled over to the tray, carefully removed the mice and took them back to his corner where he crunched on them quietly.

"You're not alone at least," He said watching Buckbeak eat. "When you get to hogwarts and they read your name, everyone who knows your father will know who you are, all the teachers know too, well, except one."

"So...I won't have to hide it from Harry?" Rosie said lightening up a little.

"No not at all, is that what you've been worrying about?" Remus asked, smiling slightly.

Rosie nodded, it was about ninety percent of what she'd been worrying about. Harry's Godfather was Rosies father, Harry's parents were dead which made them both in the care of Sirius. Rosie would joke about them being siblings, but she did actually care about Harry enough to treat him like one. Harry had no idea, she was two floors above him and he had no idea she even existed.

"Is that all you are worried about?" Remus pushed.

Rosie shook her head slowly, no of course it wasn't. Her previous 'school' only had ten people in it, there were hundreds at Hogwarts.

"What if I'm sorted into Slytherin, all the others are in Griffindor or Ravenclaw, I don't want to be alone!" She panicked.

"Severus is the Head of Slytherin House, you'd still be safe and he cares about you, you know that," he said reassuringly

"I guess." Rosies stomach rumbled, making Remus chuckle slightly.

"Sandwiches!" Remus declared as he strode to the tray and pushed the sandwiches into Rosies hand.

"Chocolate inside sandwiches?" Rosie asked.

"Eat, you'll feel better!" Remus smiled and left the room locking it as he went.

Rosie sat in silence eating her chocolate sandwiches, and indeed she did feel a slight bit better.