Disclamer~ I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. I do however own my own characters. Any similaies to real or imagined people is truly by accident…so please…no suing.

Set in the 5th year during the Muraders time ^^. Please review ^^

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Katy whistled under her breath, feeling more out of place then she did when she stepped off the plane in Britain. King's Cross Station was crowded and she was lucky enough to find Platform 9 ¾ but…well…now where does she go? Katy knew she should ask for help but…back home in America she was fifth year, and no fifth year would stoop to ask a first year for help. She cast a worried glance behind her, her German shepherd Jerry Lee sniffling the ground before raising his leg to do what all males do natural.

"Way to violate a new place Jerry Lee," Katy groaned, rubbing her temples. Her familiar wagged his tail as the stream of urine turned into a sprinkle.

"Katy McAllister, are you ready?"

Katy looked behind her to see her uncle's tall, lanky form behind her. He was glaring down at her with dark beady eyes, beefy hands shoved in his pockets. Katy nodded, reigning in the urge to bit the inside of her cheek. She knows her uncle didn't like her. She was what they called a "half blood". And if Dad hadn't of gotten sick and…no! Katy refused to think about that now.

She forced a strained grin on her face. "Yes Sir Mr. Delos," she replied respectively. Jerry Lee growled low in his throat.

"10:59am," Mr. Delos said, mentioning to the scarlet steam engine in front of her. "You have one more minute left before they leave you behind."

"Ah yes sir! I'm sorry! Good bye Uncle-" his face darkened, "I mean Mr. Delos," Katy said hastily, pushing her dolly forward. Her stuff wobbled and for a second Katy thought her Qudditch broom would fall off. But Mr. Delos was there. Holding it in place.

"We should have gotten you a new broom," he spat. "It looks like a decripted thing out of Goodwill."

"Well I'm sorry we don't live up to your expectations," Katy snapped, her anger bubbling up. She shoved forward, refusing to look down and look at her uncle. Jerry Lee walked alongside her with his head held high (though Katy knew how much he was eyeing the cats and owls, he was actually being good for once). It was a struggle to get on though. Jerry Lee felt that as any good canine he should get on first to nibble on the owls whereas Katy felt she should get on first because she's human. Jerry Lee won.

The Hogwarts train was amazing to her, but then again everything about England was amazing to her. The people, their accents. One girl screamed, baby fat face in pure terror as Jerry Lee dragged over to her. "Don't let him bite me!"

"He won't! You just smell like…ah…something… ," Katy trailed off.

The girl, obviously a first year by her youthful appearance, looked up at Katy with those brilliant blue eyes. Her blonde curls were pinned back with a Hello Kitty pin. "Are you sure," she whispered, giving Jerry Lee a look over. Katy didn't blame her. Jerry Lee was unusually large for his breed.

"Yes mam," Katy replied respectfully, this time allowing a real smile to come through. No doubt in her mind that dear Mr. Delos would have already left the platform by now. "Do you know where the fifth years are at?"

Jerry Lee licked her fingers, whining. This time the girl cracked a smile. The girl pointed in a cabin to her left. "That way. Um…I'm Danielle Sanders by the way," Danielle said softly.

"It's nice to meet Danielle. Thank you." Katy tugged on the leash in the direction of the fifth years. "Come on you ogre," she said, winding the leash around her right wrist and leaning all her body weight on her dolly to go forward. Jerry Lee was dragged unwillingly behind, whining and straining to reach Danielle. One could see his muscles twitching like live things underneath his glossy black coat to reach the shy first year.

"No!" Katy growled, forcing herself to walk. Her wrist was on fire! But Jerry Lee was moving in her direction and that was what counted.

"Do you need help?"

Katy looked up to see a young man with light brown, fluffy, hair and light green eyes. He was tall and lithe; more of a bookworm if Katy had to guess. He had his wand out, concern in his eyes. Katy nodded. "Sure. If you could just take my stuff and I'll-"she started when she felt the slack.

It happened so fast it was almost unbelievably slow. One second there was slackness on her wrist, as if Jerry Lee had turned around. The next there was something akin to a roar as her dog charged the guy in front of her. On instinct Katy gripped the leash in both hands, yanking back as hard as she could. The man stumbled back as Katy was dragged forward; Jerry Lee snarling and snapping, fangs a chilling bone white in the early morning light as he strained to reach his intended target. His large paws were scraping at the carpet flooring, leaving behind faint claw marks. Katy flung herself to the right, body slamming against someone's door.

They screamed from inside and Katy could see the faint glows of their wands being pulled out. "Not yet," she yelled. Using all the upper body strength she had, she looped the handle of the leash around the doorknob and pulled out her wand.

"Bloody hell!"

"Moony you ok?"

"Jerry Lee!" Katy thundered. He ignored her, foam flying everywhere. He had a target in sight and he was going to get it." Somnus!" she yelled, directing the powerful sleeping spell towards the dog. It struck Jerry Lee square in the back; he arched up, eyes rolling to the back of his head before collapsing with a loud thud into a snoring pile, tongue rolling out.

The cute guy's friends (who else would they be? No one in their right mind would come running when they saw a giant beast of a dog like Jerry Lee) were at his side: one with almost curly dark brown hair and steel gray eyes, his wand at the ready, standing in front of the cute guy who was now watching her on his ass. The other friend was trying to help the cute guy up, though it was hard to see his eyes because of the way the sun caught the glare of his glasses. The two friends looked like they wanted to skin Jerry Lee alive.

"Bloody hell," Four Eyes snapped. "You can't keep a rabid beast like that in a pound?"

Katy couldn't help the rage that built up. "Don't you dare insult my familiar! It's not his fault! He was trained to do that," Katy snapped. She could almost hear her wand crackling with power, with rage.

"So you train him to attack random people? Well aren't you on the Miss Congeniality List," Curly Hair seethed.

"Guys stop it," the Cute One said, dusting himself off. Though Katy noted he kept himself well away from Jerry Lee's sleeping form. "He didn't bite me. Are you ok?"

No. My shoulders hurt like hell. Katy nodded. "I'm so so so sorry," she said. "Jerry Lee never acts like this unless there's a supernatural creature around."

"A what?"

Katy sighed. Here we go again.. "Supernatural creatures. Specifically werewolves. Jerry Lee was trained to hunt them." At this she offered the three guys a sheepish smile. "I'm not much of a witch as I am a hunter in training. Again I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

As if on cue their three faces paled, the Cute One's considerably. "McAllister!" someone yelled. The fifth year she was suppose to meet? "McAllister what's going on?"

"Ah! You should go," Katy said, surveying the scene around her; one passed out dog, her things strewn about everywhere, and her broken down Qudditch broom by her feet. The three guys needed no encouragement. They were gone in a flash.

"Great," Katy breathed under his breath. "I've only been in England for three days and already I've caused a scene. I'm going to fucking hate it here."