𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘐𝘊 𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓 | in which Nikita Calypso Vane has never known anything other then a prison cell in Azkaban, until she turns eleven years old and is unleashed into a world she knows nothing about.
━ book 1 - 7 of HP
𝐨𝐜 𝐱 ?
on sem...
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NIKITA SPENT THE NIGHT IN THE infirmary. She had been free to leave the moment Madam Pomfrey healed her busted nose and bruised cheeks, but she had insisted on staying with the bat.
Hagrid had identified it as a type called Pteropus - better known as flying foxes. And a baby one at that. They're mega bats and grow to be one of the largest type's in the world. They usually live in warm countries (see: not Scotland) but this one had probaly been smuggled in and magically modified to thrive in the cold instead.
They were a vegetarian species, and commonly ginger. So, rather like a Weasley. Their wing span could grow up to six feet - which was exactly what Hagrid predicted the little guy Nikita had found would grow to be.
Madam Pomfrey had healed him, but the little guy refused to leave Nikita's side, in fact, it was quite cuddly. She looked up at Mcgonagall again with pleading eye's.
"No." The woman repeated sharply, "You are not keeping that thing."
"Now now Minnerva," Dumbledore spoke up, entering the ward. "He hasn't hurt you,"
"He's a bat!" The woman cried, "It's against school rules! It clearly states in every acceptance letter that a student may only have a cat, owl or toad, that is not a toad!"
"Ron has a rat!" Nikita blurted out, cradling the sleeping animal in her arms. It was wrapped in a lemon coloured blanket Dumbledore had conjured up the night before and she held a bottle in her hand. "And he's all alone, Ms Minnerva. I can't let him get hurt."
"We'll take him to the vet," She replied flatly.
"I'm sure arrangements could be made," Dumbledore said lowly, avoiding Mcgonagall's eye as she gave him a death glare. "After all, I doubt he would survive in Asia now that he has been genetically modified. For all we know Pomfrey's treatment could become undone thanks to the spell,"
Nikita nodded along furiously, though she had no idea what he meant, it seemed like he was agreeing with her. "Oh please Ms Minnerva! Please! I'll look after him, I swear! And he won't get in the way of my school work, I'll work real hard! The twins could baby sit and Hermione helps, please!"
The old woman sighed, dropping her head in her hands. It should have been obvious Sirius had raised the child the moment she refused to call her professor. "Oh for heavens sake!" She threw her hands up, "You're just going to smuggle it any way. But I am warning you Nikita, if the quality of your school work drops even a little- it's gone!"
"Thank you!" Nikita jumped up, giving the old woman a one armed hug. She let go, "I promise it won't, I promise!"
Dumbledore smiled, before clearing his throat. "I do believe you have some visitors."
