"Oh, come on! It was an example!" A girl groans quietly, trying not to wake the sleeping figure resting on her lap. She freezes for a moment, feeling him stir before relaxing when he remains deep in his sleep, this time running her fingers through his messy mop of hair to help soothe him.
"I'm sorry, human. I really am!" The cat like creature whines, it's ears flat against its head as it tries to charm her with its cuteness. "How was I meant to know that you didn't want to be Harry Potter's sister?"
"Cassiopeia Lynx Weasley. I thought you were dead seeing as you were born premature. But you are a (?????????) and best friend of (?????) . So I won't hurt you just hand me the stone. You know where it is give it now... Did your parents not tell you? You are a recantation. You were dying until Lily Potter died when I killed her. You did a 180 because of her spirit latching on. If I hadn't killed her you would have died. So in a way you owe me for your life." I don't owe you anything and I never will Voldemort.