From A Deeper Darkness
By Becki.
Summary: Kaitlyn has a story to tell. About her life, about the man who saved it, and about the most evil Wizard ever to live. Lord Voldemort. Set after book 5 during Harry's sixth year so SPOILERS for OotP.
Comments: SPOILERS. Just an idea I had years ago that I changed to fit other ideas now in my head about certain characters - namely Snape and Lupin. I also couldn't remember exactly what year Snape became a teacher so if it's wrong call it artistic license on my part to make my story fit.
Disclaimer: HP characters aren't mine. Alas. If they were Sirius would still be with us...
Lord Voldemort's out to kill Harry's friends - Remus, Hermione, Ron, Moody, Tonks, Hagrid...knowing that they're what make him stronger...and he's using an old charm he used before...one that can make a man slaughter his friends and the woman he loves...one that isn't detectable...and one that can only be used by descendents of Rowena Ravenclaw.
Prologue
In the dead of night, in the shadow of a boundless darkness, I often find that I'm awake. My whole life was like this - sleepless nights and exhausting days. I don't know how I managed looking back at the sixteen odd years it lasted.
I look down at the arms wrapped around me as I lay on my side and smile. He got me through, made me see that there was something to live for, that my life was worth something.
I glance over my shoulder and can just make out his ruffled hair and gentle features captured in a dreamers expression - that peaceful bliss. He looks so serene, his pain and loneliness gone and replaced with love and affection.
Gently I remove his arms and slip out the edge of the bed and move over to the window. Sitting down in the window seat, I pull back the curtain onto a moonless but starry sky. It was completely still and silent outside.
For a moment I couldn't work out what had awoken me; something inside me had set off an alarm...something about this day was important in more ways than one. I looked up at the calendar above the desk and understanding swept through me. The date. This day sixteen years ago. The day I died. Not physically...but in every other way possible. I lost everything I had in that one night. Those lousy two minutes where everything changed. The rules changed. Rules that I'd been following for the first eleven years of my life.
I suppose I'd better start at the beginning. Those two minutes sixteen years ago. I sat down at the desk, glanced at the clock - 2.56am - and pulled some parchment, quill and ink from the top draw. Hearing a noise behind me I turned and saw my love moan gently and roll over. I held my breath hoping that I hadn't woken him. I hadn't. I smiled to myself thinking of him, then started my story.
*****
I was just a normal average kid - well I saw normal, not many kids my age were animagi - a Hawk to be exact. My friends loved to watch me change and soar and it felt so free. Got into Hogwarts - nothing surprising there being a pure blood - and my parents were so proud. Have I mentioned my parents yet? No? Well, my mother was a house wife - looked after everything and was completely devoted to my father as he was her. They were a perfect match - everyone said so. Both Ravenclaw's, both loyal, friendly people. The only downfall was that I hardly ever got to see my father. See, he was an auror. And back then his job had basically been his life. Of course he tried to get home when he could but He-who-must-not-be-named was at the height of his power back then, which made it very hard. Being so young I never really understood how bad this guy was. I'd heard of deaths and disasters but my parents protected me from it for the most part.
I had a lot of friends when I joined Hogwarts - I already knew a lot of people in my year from my parents friends. My first year was fantastic. It also wasn't just mine, it was the Potion teacher's first year as well - Severus Snape. My father had told me to look out for him - said he was bad news, but I figured if Professor Dumbledore trusted him then I would give him the benefit of the doubt. Amazingly enough he turned out to be my favourite teacher. I was a complete natural when it came to Potions and I guess I was a bit of a teachers pet - not that Professor Snape would have ever admitted it. Back then Professor Snape was almost as nasty as he is now but I guess back then he knew he had to be cautious - he was walking a very fine line and had to prove his worth. I'm glad he did.
Potions wasn't the only subject I excelled at - Charms and Defence Against The Dark Arts were the other subjects I took to like a duck to water. I guess my dad being who he was - that well respected auror - I had a sort of head start when it came to Defence Against The Dark Arts - he'd already taught me a lot.
By the end of the year I was tutoring others in my year at Potions and I had passed all my exams - a couple only just. I'd always had a problem with Arithmacy, Astrology and Transfigurations of all things! I had made loads of new friends and I practically had my whole life planned out.
I wasn't to know then that this would be my first - and last year at Hogwarts.
The two minutes in question happened about a month into the summer holidays. I'd seen my father about five times in all that holiday and something didn't feel right about him, he felt different. Something wasn't right with him. My mother told me it was only because he'd had a lot on his plate the past three months and although I accepted that I knew there was something else. I even went as far as calling Frank and Alice Longbottom - two of my parents closest friends - both aurors. They promised they'd keep an eye on him but I'm sure they were just settling a young child's mind. But of course they'd have seen nothing wrong. No-one could. Not until that night and those two minutes.
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By Becki.
Summary: Kaitlyn has a story to tell. About her life, about the man who saved it, and about the most evil Wizard ever to live. Lord Voldemort. Set after book 5 during Harry's sixth year so SPOILERS for OotP.
Comments: SPOILERS. Just an idea I had years ago that I changed to fit other ideas now in my head about certain characters - namely Snape and Lupin. I also couldn't remember exactly what year Snape became a teacher so if it's wrong call it artistic license on my part to make my story fit.
Disclaimer: HP characters aren't mine. Alas. If they were Sirius would still be with us...
Lord Voldemort's out to kill Harry's friends - Remus, Hermione, Ron, Moody, Tonks, Hagrid...knowing that they're what make him stronger...and he's using an old charm he used before...one that can make a man slaughter his friends and the woman he loves...one that isn't detectable...and one that can only be used by descendents of Rowena Ravenclaw.
Prologue
In the dead of night, in the shadow of a boundless darkness, I often find that I'm awake. My whole life was like this - sleepless nights and exhausting days. I don't know how I managed looking back at the sixteen odd years it lasted.
I look down at the arms wrapped around me as I lay on my side and smile. He got me through, made me see that there was something to live for, that my life was worth something.
I glance over my shoulder and can just make out his ruffled hair and gentle features captured in a dreamers expression - that peaceful bliss. He looks so serene, his pain and loneliness gone and replaced with love and affection.
Gently I remove his arms and slip out the edge of the bed and move over to the window. Sitting down in the window seat, I pull back the curtain onto a moonless but starry sky. It was completely still and silent outside.
For a moment I couldn't work out what had awoken me; something inside me had set off an alarm...something about this day was important in more ways than one. I looked up at the calendar above the desk and understanding swept through me. The date. This day sixteen years ago. The day I died. Not physically...but in every other way possible. I lost everything I had in that one night. Those lousy two minutes where everything changed. The rules changed. Rules that I'd been following for the first eleven years of my life.
I suppose I'd better start at the beginning. Those two minutes sixteen years ago. I sat down at the desk, glanced at the clock - 2.56am - and pulled some parchment, quill and ink from the top draw. Hearing a noise behind me I turned and saw my love moan gently and roll over. I held my breath hoping that I hadn't woken him. I hadn't. I smiled to myself thinking of him, then started my story.
*****
I was just a normal average kid - well I saw normal, not many kids my age were animagi - a Hawk to be exact. My friends loved to watch me change and soar and it felt so free. Got into Hogwarts - nothing surprising there being a pure blood - and my parents were so proud. Have I mentioned my parents yet? No? Well, my mother was a house wife - looked after everything and was completely devoted to my father as he was her. They were a perfect match - everyone said so. Both Ravenclaw's, both loyal, friendly people. The only downfall was that I hardly ever got to see my father. See, he was an auror. And back then his job had basically been his life. Of course he tried to get home when he could but He-who-must-not-be-named was at the height of his power back then, which made it very hard. Being so young I never really understood how bad this guy was. I'd heard of deaths and disasters but my parents protected me from it for the most part.
I had a lot of friends when I joined Hogwarts - I already knew a lot of people in my year from my parents friends. My first year was fantastic. It also wasn't just mine, it was the Potion teacher's first year as well - Severus Snape. My father had told me to look out for him - said he was bad news, but I figured if Professor Dumbledore trusted him then I would give him the benefit of the doubt. Amazingly enough he turned out to be my favourite teacher. I was a complete natural when it came to Potions and I guess I was a bit of a teachers pet - not that Professor Snape would have ever admitted it. Back then Professor Snape was almost as nasty as he is now but I guess back then he knew he had to be cautious - he was walking a very fine line and had to prove his worth. I'm glad he did.
Potions wasn't the only subject I excelled at - Charms and Defence Against The Dark Arts were the other subjects I took to like a duck to water. I guess my dad being who he was - that well respected auror - I had a sort of head start when it came to Defence Against The Dark Arts - he'd already taught me a lot.
By the end of the year I was tutoring others in my year at Potions and I had passed all my exams - a couple only just. I'd always had a problem with Arithmacy, Astrology and Transfigurations of all things! I had made loads of new friends and I practically had my whole life planned out.
I wasn't to know then that this would be my first - and last year at Hogwarts.
The two minutes in question happened about a month into the summer holidays. I'd seen my father about five times in all that holiday and something didn't feel right about him, he felt different. Something wasn't right with him. My mother told me it was only because he'd had a lot on his plate the past three months and although I accepted that I knew there was something else. I even went as far as calling Frank and Alice Longbottom - two of my parents closest friends - both aurors. They promised they'd keep an eye on him but I'm sure they were just settling a young child's mind. But of course they'd have seen nothing wrong. No-one could. Not until that night and those two minutes.
*****
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