Cockney Accents and Motherly Advice

She walked out, proud she had hid the crippling pain that still continued. She didn't believe now he was ever coming back. She moved as fast as she could, holding onto her stomach, into Knockturn Alley again. She quickly downed another vial of potion. This wasnt' getting better this time. She knew that if she were in her right mind, she'd be asking her father for help. But she didn't want him taking away the only thing that kept her mind at peace. And it would be the first thing he would do.

Khaat turned, hearing some silly dog barking. She saw a black lab not too far from her. Her vision was blurry, but she could see an animagus even when she wasn't at her best. "Who are you?" she frowned. "Look. Go home. If you want my attention, use bloody English, would you?" The pain only got worse, and she sank down on a wooden crate to rest a second, sitting the bag beside her on the ground, her many vials clinking together in the bag. "I am quite sure I have nothing you want," she told the dog. "I can't even help myself," she said very softly to herself, forgetting for a second this was not a muggle dog. Well, that was just nice! She never spilled her guts to a strange wizard. That could be deadly. She was definately not in her right mind anymore. Well, at least as an animagus, he couldn't cast a spell on her. The worst he could do was pee on her leg, which he didn't seem to be interested in at the moment.

"Okay," Khaat sighed heavily. Her father had taught her something after all. "So--you're stuck, I take it. Well, honestly, I don't care if you're Voldemort. As a lab, you're fairly helpless. And I am so damn tired. Alright. You can come with me. Hell, I adopt everything else. But in the morning, you go to the farm. I have to work. I won't be home. Unless you can fend for yourself. "

She sat for a moment. "I guess I have to go home. I can't go back to St. Mungo's today. Not today. And I definately can't go to the farm. And, you wanna know the truth? This bloody crap is expensive. I"m running out of money. I'll have to find a good excuse to borrow from Daddy, I guess. Unless I can charm Vincent into letting me into the restricted section of Hogwarts library. Then maybe I can find Snape's spellbook. He had F-ing everything. I could make my own if I had his notes. But I look like Hell. I'll have to fix that, I guess before I go see him. Alright, Dog. I guess we have to go to Hogsmeade. There isn't anyplace else to go."

She laid her arm on the dog and apparated them both to the living room of the house in Hogsmeade. She sank on the sofa heavily. She really hurt. She was afraid she might lose the baby at this point. She wasn't bleeding but something was definately wrong. As near as she could figure, the baby really did not like this potion and was stripping Khaat of her very life energies to power her own tiny existance. She couldn't blame her, really. She was entitled to do what was necessary since Khaat was proving to be a homicidal mother, at least in her own mind.

She waved her hand and conjured a huge bowl of kibbles and water in large bowls in the kitchen. "You want better than that, then check the fridge," she said. She apparated upstairs, too tired to walk another step. She landed in her bedroom, sat on her bed and downed another bottle of potion and tossed the bottle in the trashcan. She spilled her bag on the bed. There seemed to be hundreds of little bottles, but she knew it wouldn't last her more than a couple of days. And without it she felt really sick. Sicker than she was with it. She rifled through them to find her muggle makeup. She waved over her hand mirror from the dresser and finally removed her glasses. She really was glad Rob had not seen the nightmare she had become. She had no idea why she was even trying to continue any of this.

"You are really stubborn, whoever you are. Look, you. If I could sleep, I'd have done it by now," she sighed. "We can lay here for hours if it meets some odd need you have. But, really, I am sooo not interested in any weird ideas. You behave yourself or I'm tying you out in the yard. Wizard or not, right now you're a dog. And as it so happens, I am--sorta--happily married. To some guy that's thick as a brick sometimes. But that's another story. And I'm spilling my guts to a total stranger. I really have lost my mind. Look, here's the plan, Stan. I'm going to wait for this pain to go away, if I can, and then do my best seductress--which really is very pitiful, actually. And I'm going to try to get that stupid spellbook of Snapes from Vincent. Or at least a look at it. Unless you have a better plan. Cash, Dude. We need cash. I wonder if I can manage to rob Gringotts. Suppose? God, I've got a headache that won't quit. Anybody knocks on the door, that's your gig. Kill 'em. I don't care who it is. Oh, wait. I have a Dark Arts book on the shelf. It was my uncles. He used it purely to teach me what I was up against. Maybe its time I learned some of those spells. Might be useful. What do you think? What side are you on in this stupid war?"

Khaat could recognize the sound of a wand in her sleep. There was an intruder. She honestly didn't care if whoever it was killed her or not. She looked at the dog. "Well? I really don't care what it does to me, but if you want to live, you might want to go kill it first." She snatched up another vial of the potion and drank it in one gulp. If she had to die, she didn't want to feel an F'ing thing. She looked at the dog who seemed to be glaring at her. "Don't you DARE look at me like that," she hissed. "You don't have a bloody clue."