THE COMFORT OF A CHILD [ANIMAGUS ONE-SHOT]

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February 2018
laurel's apartment / american

Laurel had always had a thing for transfiguration while at Hogwarts, the idea of changing something into something else had fascinated her. She especially loved when she changed her beloved cat into something as simple as a mug; it just turned that little lightbulb on inside her. She had always wondered if people could turn into something, she had even brought it up to a friend just outside of the classroom, and that was when she turned to research. Finding herself among the many books of the library had been what got her closer to the answer. She learned about animagus in her sixth year, and while she’d never been able to learn it at that time, it didn’t mean she couldn’t get the information about it as she waited. So, with each year that ticked on, she continued to read and even found herself trying to practice what she read.

By the time the young girl reached graduated from Hogwarts, she had continued to practice and practice, at least, until she was attacked and fell pregnant with her first child. Scared that the child would get hurt in the process, she stopped doing so. But as time grew on and her daughter, Rayne, was born she began to practice and practice. It took what felt like years to finally perfect the ability to change her body, each day something new happening that made her feel slightly different. And by the time that her daughter turned three, she did it.

That morning the sun glowed through the white curtains, her body stretched up as she began her morning routine, her daughter still slumbering in her bed. It was something she was getting used to, somewhat sleeping through the night, that she began to practice again. She sat down on her bed, her daughter in view, as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly she raised her wand, placing the tip of it at her heart, and spoke in soft words “Amato Animo Animato Animagus,” before taking the potion that she had spent a month making. The entire process was horrible, but she had done it, and her daughter seemed to be rather patient with her mother.

Slowly she opened her eyes, her wand seated next to her and then she heard it, the sound of her daughter speaking excitedly, her eyes wide as she looked at her mother. ‘Kitty!’ was all she heard before she realized that she was no longer in her human skin, but that of a silver cat. She quickly moved, though stumbling at first, and moved closer to her daughter who started to giggle. She felt the tail, god she had a tail, move back and forth, even letting it tickle her little child before she got up the courage to jump onto the vanity. The moment her green eyes looked into the mirror, she wanted to gasp, but instead let out a loud “MEOOOOW!” that resulted in more giggles from behind her. She looked like Norwegian Forest cat, from what she knew about those little creatures.

She felt pride fill her; she had done it, she had finally done it.