The Headmaster has fallen and the Death Eaters have taken over Diagon Alley.
So why is it I felt it a good time to go shopping for a new chew toy? No one can accuse me of being a smart Beagle.
Here I am huddled under a garbage can, and Merlin does it reek under here! How do Beagles deal with their noses normally? I want to hurl. The Death Eaters are currently rounding up Muggleborns in the stores. I don't want to know what they plan to do to them. Just keep them away from me. I don't want whatever it is to happen to me too.
It's too bad I didn't realize that my tail was sticking out of the garbage can until it was yanked. I bit the hand that definitely doesn't feed me. When I noticed it was attached to a figure in black robes and a white mask, I ran as fast as I could. Faster than I even thought possible. I ran right down to Knockturn Alley. Sure, then I had to hope that a lowlife wasn't going to try to chop me up for potions ingredients ... but I figured Knockturn Alley would be the place least likely for them to look for me. I mean why would good witches and wizards be in such a dark place?
I crawl into a tiny dark hole waiting for a chance to get away after the Death Eaters leave. Come on Potter! Stop them from turning me into food! I may like food, but not being food.