The Potter monster

The first thing I felt after a long time in the dark was cold. Then came hunger, weakness, and a strong desire to cuddle up to my parents, to get the warmth and care I needed. The smell of wet earth and dampness hit my nose. I felt like I was lying on my belly and covered with something rustling. I felt a stabbing pain in my head and moaned, though it sounded more like a whimper. It was a Herculean effort to rise to my feet in the cold breeze that came out of nowhere and instantly chilled me to the bone. I struggled to open my eyes, and the dazzling sunlight, no longer cutting my pupils, revealed to me a natural autumn forest. Birds sang around and periodically circled in the air, yellowed leaves fell, and squirrels jumped from half-naked branch to branch. There was a pleasant bouquet of odors dancing in the air that tickled my nose pleasantly. Strange... Maybe I was kidnapped and taken away quietly, or was this a special form of punishment? But as I looked around more closely, another question arose. Why is everything so huge?! Okay, just a moment, please. The forest, the cold earth between my fingers, the unnatural abundance of odors, the bottom-up view of everything and the truly Baobabian size of the trees. I looked down and saw little red paws. Clearly mine. If you add up the facts with a crunch and conclude, well... it's a dream. And such a realistic one at that! Although that's what happens when you bang your head against a corner with all your might. My carcass is probably in the kitchen right now, unconscious. Oh, I'd be a mess if my parents found me like this. Well, time to enjoy the dream while I still can. As soon as I tried to move, my nose hit the ground. I guess I can't enjoy it. Okay, let's just look around. As luck would have it, I started to shake from the cold, and I fell down again, landing on the ground with a soft belly. Okay, I've had enough of this dream. It's time to wake up! Suddenly, my ear heard someone running at a gallop, shaking the ground. I turned my head toward the sound and my eyes went wide to see who was rushing toward me. Oh, I wish I hadn't done that. There was a hound dog running toward me, tongue out. My brain didn't even have time to realize that I was squeezed into the trunk of a tree out of fear. The dog stopped near me and, spreading his paws wide and grinning, began to growl. I squeezed myself into a ball and stared at the angry dog. The main thing is not to move. It could be rabid. She slowly approached my body, and I looked into her eye. In the reflection of its pupil, I saw myself. A little fox, trembling with fear and a short tail tucked between its paws. That's when I realized that everything that was happening now was not a dream or a bad nightmare. It was real. I had died and been reborn here in this beautiful forest. I may be an animal, but I was given a chance that I didn't get to take. It's unfair and unjust. I've been given a chance to live and I'm already back in the abyss. All because of a teapot! I guess it's really a punishment from the higher powers for my deeds. Eh, forgive me Valentina Igorevna for the fact that I put a firecracker in your soup at school. Who knew that I would react in such a way to an unfair remark and a D for behavior (although Misha is to blame for everything). Forgive me Grigory for making a catapult out of a ruler and shooting an eraser in my eye at recess (so you should, you annoying bastard). I could have apologized for so long, but then the dog started barking loudly at me and my ears perked up with thoughts. My disproportionate head was splattered with drool and I covered my muzzle with my paws so I wouldn't end up looking at the deranged animal. What had I done to him? Suddenly there was some brief flash of white light to the left and the dog whined resentfully. It flattened its ears and ran further into the forest, completely forgetting about the fox cub. When the threat was over and the unknown man chased the dog away, I cried. Either I was overexcited or I hadn't recovered from the shock. And while my eyes were flooded with tears, I didn't notice how someone approached me. I noticed the man when he pulled his hand toward me. I didn't resist. Not because I was depressed and didn't care. It was because I was weakened and realized my helplessness at the moment. I'm a little redheaded folk trickster who can't survive without help. I hope the stranger who chased the hound away really means well. Big hands took me in their arms and carried me to an unknown destination. I quickly calmed down under the warmth, stopped crying, curled into a ball again, and tried to look at my savior from under the thick fingers. A blue robe and a long beard with gray hair were the only things I could see. But even that was enough to come up with a whole host of theories. Pop, the chief prosecutor and the district court judge were good guesses, but I began to drift off to sleep. My thoughts drifted away. I almost closed my eyes as the palms warming me were placed on the table, judging by the surface, and recoiled, taking away the last particles of warmth. Ugh, all the sleep was gone! I glanced angrily at my savior and fell into a stupor. In front of me stood a long-bearded man of about forty-five years old with a blue robe and a golden buckle in the form of a sun, and on his head was a cap of the same color with stars and months. He looked at me and smiled kindly. It looked like a cosplay of Merlin's wizard or I was really thrown into another world. I made the second conclusion based on the fact that earlier I had seen a white flash from where he came and we quickly got from the forest to an obscure house, where the fall foliage does not smell close to it. More like a fairy tale of some sort or the man is extremely insane and I'm spitballing. - “Who are you? And where am I now?” - I asked him, but instead of words from the mouth came out of a thin squealing with a questioning tone. Great, I can't talk anymore. He didn't say anything and pulled his weenie fingers towards me again, but behind my back. I started cursing: - “Hey, stop touching me! At least let me warm up and come to my senses! I also want to sleep.” Again, instead of words, I heard something between a squeak and a grunt. The bearded man raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture and said for the first time in this short time a couple of words in a pleasant bass: - Understood. We'll feed you now. Eh, you didn't understand anything, but thanks for the food in advance. I turned around and stood on my paws while he stepped back. Hmm, not a bad house. At first glance, it's built of stones, like they used to do in the Middle Ages, if you look closely at the uneven walls. It's a mess, though. There's a pile in the corner. There are tables with vials and tools. Dried plants hanging on strings everywhere. There's some alcoholized frog legs. Alcoholized legs? Oh, there's jade over there. What is he, some kind of alchemist? A bearded man in a blue robe came in with something white in his hands. He quickly took me in his hand while I was distracted. Laying me down with my feet up like a baby, he sat down on a stool. What are you looking at me like that for? I'm not running away from you yet. You're going to feed me now. And with what? What a big bottle of milk! Now I know what babies see when they're fed. Before giving me the milk the unknown man placed the bottle with the pacifier on the table and said quietly, snapping his fingers: - Calefiant. Only then was the bottle handed to me. What did he say? Hmm, that's a familiar word. Ah, okay, I'll figure it out later. I greedily grasped the nipple with my barely protruding teeth and pumped the warm milk like a pump. Gradually the aching hunger in my stomach disappeared and I stopped shaking. When I was finally warmed up, I decided to look around the room I was in from a bird's eye view for anything else interesting. It would help to brighten up the feeding time and find out more about the savior. He was dressed quite nicely and, to put it mildly, did not fit in with the atmosphere around him. Maybe this wasn't his home at all. I lazily glanced around at the vials, dirty rags, chests, and shelves. On one of the latter I noticed a rather curious item covered in dust. By this time a quarter of a bottle of milk had been drunk. The thing that caught my eye was a silver snake on a black marble pedestal. On it was a plaque of gold which read: “To the best student of his course, Merlin, from Salazar Slytherin personally for high achievement in Transfiguration.” My eyes became like five rubles each, and I choked on my milk because of what I had read. I coughed loudly, sticking out my tongue, and a single white droplet dripped from my nose. The bearded man laughed and wiped my shocked face with his sleeve. Oh, my beard! I've been taken in by the great wizard Merlin himself! And not just anywhere, but in the world of Harry Potter himself! All right, lads. Lights out. I'm going to bed. After that, the little fox fell fast asleep in the wizard's arms and fell sweetly asleep.