October 31
Today was my birthday, I turned fifteen.
Today they came. Momma hadn't seen it, I guess. I don't know why not. She's never missed a predication before. She has always known when everything was going to happen. She even knew right down to the hour when I would get my first visit from Auntie Rosie. So, why didn't she know that son of a bitch was going to come after us today? Why did she know that she was going to die today?
Holiday says he's going to take me to my father in England. He says they'll come after me again. He says they'll never find me there. No one else knows my father lived in England. That's why Hogwarts is safe. He says StarRidge isn't. They went to school there and they know how to get in.
I don't want to go and live with my 'father'. My sperm donor is all he really turned out to be. I don't want to go. I don't know him. My dad. He divorced my momma before I was even born. I've never even seen him, now I have to go and live with him? I don't know why Holiday is insisting I go to England. My father didn't want me fifteen years ago, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me now. Holiday says I don't know the real story and I'd be surprised if I did.
It's time to go now. I wish I could refuse, but its useless. Holiday says they'll kill me if they find me again. He has to get me out of here. They think I have it, but I don't. I never have.
I have to go. I have no choice.
Catherine Livinia Mays
Cat stood , tucked her journal into her bag, fastened her cape around her shoulders, and pulled the fur line hood up until it hid her face.
"You know this is for your own protection, right?" Holiday, her mother oldest friend.
She nodded.
He took her hand, led her to the fireplace, threw in some Floo powder, and stepped in. She caught one last look at her old home before she was sucked down the fireplace.
A few minutes later, they stepped out at a castle.
"Holiday, this place is creepy," she protested. "I don't want to stay here. Please, don't make me stay. Please!" Even at fifteen, she clung to her protector's cape. "I promise I'll be good. I don't want to leave you. I'll behave. I won't skip school no more, or sneak out again just take me with you. Don't leave me here!"
"Baby girl, you can't stay with me. That's the first place he'll go. I can't keep watch over you and straighten Maddie's mess out too. You need constant protection and I can't give you that right now," he sighed. He wanted to take her with him. He really did, but this was the only way to protect her. "Come on."
But, she refused to move. Holiday rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at her feet. They began to move on thier own.
"Quit it, Holiday," she snapped. "I'll walk. I know how. I've been doing it for quite some time now. You don't have to put a spell on my feet."
He knocked on the door. "Please, Catherine, behave yourself."
She refused to reply.
A dark haired, skinny man opened the door. "May I help you?"
"I need to see Professor Severus Snape," Holiday answered. "It's most important."
"And you are?"
"Just tell him Ms. Maddie sent me," Holiday replied.
"I'm a janitor, not a bloody butler," Filch walked away muttering. He did, however, relay the message who was in the Great Hall, having dinner and watching Draco, who was at one isolation table, glaring at Harry Potter who was at the other. Another one of the idiotic squabbles had landed them both in trouble after they had accidentally turned Professor McGonagall into a field mouse.
"A visitor?" Snape replied. That was odd. "Did they give thier name?"
"He just said to tell ye that Ms. Maddie sent him."
"Ms. Maddie?"
"That's what I said."
Snape was out of his chair like a shot. "Filch, sit here, keep an eye on Mr. Malfoy and Potter, if they so much as move thier chairs one inch before thier prefects say it's time to go give them detention until they graduate." He was gone before Filch could reply.
Today was my birthday, I turned fifteen.
Today they came. Momma hadn't seen it, I guess. I don't know why not. She's never missed a predication before. She has always known when everything was going to happen. She even knew right down to the hour when I would get my first visit from Auntie Rosie. So, why didn't she know that son of a bitch was going to come after us today? Why did she know that she was going to die today?
Holiday says he's going to take me to my father in England. He says they'll come after me again. He says they'll never find me there. No one else knows my father lived in England. That's why Hogwarts is safe. He says StarRidge isn't. They went to school there and they know how to get in.
I don't want to go and live with my 'father'. My sperm donor is all he really turned out to be. I don't want to go. I don't know him. My dad. He divorced my momma before I was even born. I've never even seen him, now I have to go and live with him? I don't know why Holiday is insisting I go to England. My father didn't want me fifteen years ago, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me now. Holiday says I don't know the real story and I'd be surprised if I did.
It's time to go now. I wish I could refuse, but its useless. Holiday says they'll kill me if they find me again. He has to get me out of here. They think I have it, but I don't. I never have.
I have to go. I have no choice.
Catherine Livinia Mays
Cat stood , tucked her journal into her bag, fastened her cape around her shoulders, and pulled the fur line hood up until it hid her face.
"You know this is for your own protection, right?" Holiday, her mother oldest friend.
She nodded.
He took her hand, led her to the fireplace, threw in some Floo powder, and stepped in. She caught one last look at her old home before she was sucked down the fireplace.
A few minutes later, they stepped out at a castle.
"Holiday, this place is creepy," she protested. "I don't want to stay here. Please, don't make me stay. Please!" Even at fifteen, she clung to her protector's cape. "I promise I'll be good. I don't want to leave you. I'll behave. I won't skip school no more, or sneak out again just take me with you. Don't leave me here!"
"Baby girl, you can't stay with me. That's the first place he'll go. I can't keep watch over you and straighten Maddie's mess out too. You need constant protection and I can't give you that right now," he sighed. He wanted to take her with him. He really did, but this was the only way to protect her. "Come on."
But, she refused to move. Holiday rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at her feet. They began to move on thier own.
"Quit it, Holiday," she snapped. "I'll walk. I know how. I've been doing it for quite some time now. You don't have to put a spell on my feet."
He knocked on the door. "Please, Catherine, behave yourself."
She refused to reply.
A dark haired, skinny man opened the door. "May I help you?"
"I need to see Professor Severus Snape," Holiday answered. "It's most important."
"And you are?"
"Just tell him Ms. Maddie sent me," Holiday replied.
"I'm a janitor, not a bloody butler," Filch walked away muttering. He did, however, relay the message who was in the Great Hall, having dinner and watching Draco, who was at one isolation table, glaring at Harry Potter who was at the other. Another one of the idiotic squabbles had landed them both in trouble after they had accidentally turned Professor McGonagall into a field mouse.
"A visitor?" Snape replied. That was odd. "Did they give thier name?"
"He just said to tell ye that Ms. Maddie sent him."
"Ms. Maddie?"
"That's what I said."
Snape was out of his chair like a shot. "Filch, sit here, keep an eye on Mr. Malfoy and Potter, if they so much as move thier chairs one inch before thier prefects say it's time to go give them detention until they graduate." He was gone before Filch could reply.