Trip Through time

Waking up

I like quiet places, surrounded in fluffy blankets, preferably enclosed and warm. Defently away from any children who pull on my black tail and ears.

Yet, dispite every wish I had, I was sitting in the middle of the Weasley household as they screamed and fought with each other. The father was trying to keep the two eldest children under control while the mother kept an eye on her youngest.

I gently pressed my paws against my ears as I tried to block out the noise while cursing under my breath. How on Earth did I end up in this place? The last I remember was my uncle pounding fists against my skull for something I can't remember.

"Mommy! Mommy! The kitten is awake! Look! Look!" I heard one of the Weasleys scream as he roughly pulled me up and showed me to his mother, who I realised was Molly Weasley.

I hissed at the sudden contact as I tried to get away. Fearing the punishment he would give me for speaking out of turn, I tried to get out of the tight grip. Before I could think I scratched at the hands holding me. I heard the Weasley scream as he harshly stopped me on the floor, blood dripping out his hand. I felt my scars reopen as blood trickled down my side.

Instantly, I knew my mistake as I shook. I was going to be punished. I misbehaved. I felt my blue, gold speckled eyes start to water as I backed away from the red heads.

Molly, dispite being heavily pregnant with her fourth child jumped up and took her child's hand. The father, who I knew to be Arthur, stood up and came towards me. He took long heavy strides reminding me more of my childhood hiding from my so called family.

"Father, stop!" An other child screamed as he stood between me and Arthur. "You're all scaring him!" The child slowly came forward as I closed my eyes fearfully. "Hey, it's okay, my brother was just glad to see you were okay." The boy gently stroked my ears and talked my fur which had been sticking out at odd angles.

Slowly, I relaxed at his touch as I purred softly.

I felt myself being lifted up as my eyes snapped open. Arthur carried me up and across the room to the table, where a temporary bed had been made. He slowly placed me on the bed as he sighed and grabbed a cloth.

I started to shake again when be gently wiped one of my reopened scars as be cleaned the butchered cut.

After Molly had finished with her son's hand she looked at me. "We'll bring him to the rescue centre tomorrow. We simply can not keep him." She said sternly as the boy who helped me gave her an exasperated look.

"We can't do that! That's probably how he ended up like this in the first place!" He shouted as Molly stood up.

I couldn't help but shake at the raised voices.

"Charlie, I understand you want to help hum but we simply can not afford another pet let alone a cat." Molly stated as the boy, who I now knew was Charlie, shyed away with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Molly, you should rest," Arthur stated as he pulled his wife back into her chair. "If you want Charlie, you can look after him for tonight, but, tomorrow we will take him to the centre and make sure he goes to a nice family."

Charlie nodded though I could he was sad. Not wanting him to feel bad I shyly got up, being cautious of the adults as I jumped off the table. Softly, I rubbed against his legs as I meowed and purred quietly. Charlie keeled down as he stroked my fur, I smiled as I purred louder.

Arthur helped Charlie set up a temporary bed for me in his room; it was made from soft pillows and fluffy knitted jumpers which made it warm to sleep on.

Percy, the boy I had scratched, warned me not to go near his rat, which was old and fat. I first wanted to kill it but restrained myself on the knowledge it would get me kicked out and it wasn't the dreaded wormtail.

William, or Bill, seemed to watch the window in fear. I couldn't help but sigh as I remembered that the war was going on and would continue for the next four years until Lord Voldemort's death.

I kept trying to distract Bill from his thoughts, which I could tell were worring him as Charlie looked after me.

Arthur and Molly spent the rest of the day trying to keep the house under control, which thanks to myself, wasn't too hard.

At dinner, I got an idea on how poor this family was as they barely ate. Though it probably more then I would eat in two weeks at home so I couldn't really judge them.

Arthur gave me a small bowl of milk which I drank slowly; feeling a little guilty from taking such a rare item from them.

I made sure to show him how thankful I was sleeping by his side... however this only seemed to annoy him as he shouted at me to leave him alone. His order caused me to whimper and hide away from him.

After a while, Charlie found me hiding under the table and pulled me out. Dispite having made me a bed of my own, he collapsed on to his bed with me in his arms as he stroked my ears. "I'm sorry about dad, with the war on and all he's stressed. It doesn't help that our new sibling is late..." he apologised as I meowed a small thank you.

The night quickly fell silent after that.

With everyone asleep I had time to think as I stared up at the ceiling. Why was this happening?

I thought about everything that happened. The abuse. The neglect. The pain. The lies I had to tell to keep those I cared about safe.

Now I was stuck on the house of my best friend, years before he was even born. And to make matters worse I was stuck in my animagus form, unable to change back in case I changed something I don't want to.

I let out a small sigh as I laid down my head, curling into Charlie's chest.

There wasn't much I could do now.

How did I even end up in the past?

Not wanting to launch into another mental debate, I closed my eyes; trying to fall asleep.

I had just started to dift off to sleep and into the black void of unconiuosness, when I heard a scream.