Dragons and Felines

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

She wanted to see father,

That was all she wanted, she wanted to see a friendly face. She wanted to go home next to her cozy fireplace and fall asleep to the sound of father turning pages in a book.

They had taken her wand and she sobbed in the corner of a dark cellar, they never showed anyone this part of the castle. She wanted to turn into a dragon and escape but her body simply wouldn't form anything.

Slytherin had later appeared on the other side of the dungen, a few of them jeered at her and scowled like it was all her fault.

She curled up in the corner of the cell with her ears folded back and her tail wrapped around her.

Pop!

She turned into a cat, sometimes it happened without her realizing it. She curled into a ball and just lay there.

Hours later, she heard thuds and shouts, her nose twitched and she smelled magic (yes she could do that), it smelled a little of cinnamon and ginger. She looked out to the bars of the cell window and saw red veins, covering the castle. How odd...

Almost an hour later, the entire thing exploded, her cell was broken and she transformed back into human with a cry of fear as stones rained around her. She was flung back and hit the wall, her nose bleeding. She looked up with blurry vision and saw that her cell had been opened, a massive hole in the wall. She transformed into a cat and leapt out, her paws skidding on the stone and she nearly tripped.

She had been walking for so long, the pads on her little paws were burning with exhaustion, and her tail drooped in sadness. She headed to a little shack on the side of Hogwarts, a boat and fishing supplies mounted over the entire thing. She saw Ron, Hermione, and Harry heading towards it and followed, her curiosity overwhelming her other senses.

When she got there, Harry noticed her and nudged Hermione, who opened her arms. Icicle leapt into them, grateful for the comforting gesture. Her ears were covered by her hands but she still saw. A glass window stood in front of them, she heard muffled voices and couldn't understand or recognize them but instantly knew her fathers outline and scent. For a moment she struggled against Hermione, mewing softly in protest, but was held back for some reason.

Moments later, Father was flung back against the glass wall and blood splattered against it. Icicle let out a cry of dismay and her muzzle was suddenly pinned shut by Ron, who was holding it. She clawed at his grip as Father kept on hitting the wall and more and more blood dripped down.

Finally Ron released her muzzle after a moment. She instantly bit Hermione hard and heard her yelp as blood welled up around Icicle's teeth. She dashed into the room and the sight broke her heart. Father was leaning against the wall, slumped down with splatters of his own blood around the glass wall. She turned human again and then kneeled next to father, who looked at Harry. Icicle took his hand and squeezed it, holding back tears. Father pointed to his eyes, which were overflowing with tears.
"Take them." he whispered, his voice breaking a little. Harry pressed a hand to his neck, which was covered in blood. Then reached to Hermione.
"Hand me something! A flask! Quick anything!" he cried as she fiddled with her bag.

He was handed a tiny bottle and he quickly filled it with Father's tears.
"Look at me." he whispered. Harry obeyed and looked at Father.
"You have your mother's eyes." he mumbled. Then his head turned to Icicle, who had tears streaming down her face. 

"Don't cry little dragon." he said softly,

Then he gave her a little smile.

Turned his head to the side again.

Shut his eyes.

Exhaled slowly.

And his hand went limp in Icicle's.