Hey there, welcome to Magical Theory. This fic was based on the idea that Voldemort wanted more dangerous weapons against wizard kind than just dark wizards. Thus the experiments of TIX were born. These are OC characters so keep that in mind if it isn't your thing. I ask you to take this story with a pinch of salt, I am not all that nice to my characters. This chapter is meant to be a short taster, future chapters will be much longer, I have more written but felt that the chapter needed to end where it did. So, please enjoy and constructive feedback is very welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no profit from this fic. Everything you see has been borrowed, except Kit and the people of TIX.

Chapter 1

Kit was woken roughly as the door of her cell vanished and let in the harsh white light of the endless cold corridor.

"Rise and shine Kit, Doctor Patel wants to examine you." Years of this routine and the Doctor's ministrations had given Kit the ability to practically leap out of bed and dress quickly in the dull grey pants and jacket with her name and her experiment number on both the front and the back.

It had been a long time since the Doctors had taken more than a passing interest in her, proven by just how long her hair had grown. She pulled the messy red locks out of the back of her jacket and tugged her equally ruffled, three bushy red tails through the discreet hole under the waistband of her pants.

"I'm ready." Kit quietly told the wizard waiting impatiently for her, she tried not to feel embarrassed at the way his nose wrinkled as her unwashed scent wafted over him.

'If our smell bothers him so much, then they should give us a way to wash ourselves instead of waiting until one of those infernal Doctors wants to mess around with us.' Kit had a wilful voice inside her mind that she had named Sun, he offered his opinion, comfort and distractions from her daily misery. Kit struggled not to crack a smile, smiling was insubordinate and was met with a swift reminder of their place in this facility.

Kit was dragged out of her mental musings as she felt the strong pull of magic from behind her, her tails twitched and the ears on top of her head flattened. A black cord attached itself to the red collar that was permanently fixed around her neck. There was a pause from behind her and another low murmur of a spell pinched at her skin. A sudden sweet smell wafted over her and Kit barely contained a shudder.

Magically hyper-sensitive, is what the Doctors called it. Kit physically reacted to the magic around her, her body ached when too much was used in the same room. Thus the Doctors had dubbed her immature and were waiting until she was older and could hopefully adjust more to the ambient magic. After all, what use was a magical beast that couldn't stand magic?

Being physically dragged down the corridor wasn't exactly dignified, but depending on the wizard who took her to the Doctors, it wasn't normally too bad. Sadly, today's walker was a man Kit had nicknamed Birdy. He had thin salt and pepper receding hair that was slicked back and an imposing beak-like nose. He seemed to always be in a hurry and was miserable to boot. Kit had no idea if he enjoyed the cruelty he freely dealt by just how sour his face always looked.

With a harsh tug, Kit stumbled and was dragged down the white, sterile corridor. As she was walked, her eyes couldn't help but fall to the bold lettering on the wall. TIX. The abbreviation for Thaumaturgical Institute of Xenogenetics, in short, a research facility for the creation of a perfect human and magical creature combination.

Stopping at a sealed door, Birdy pushed his wand into a small hole which gave a brief lavender flash and the door unsealed and slid back. The wizard took long strides and pulled Kit behind him towards a pretty Indian lady in stiff white robes. She paid Kit no mind as she idly flipped through sheaves of parchment.

The wizard coughed lightly to get her attention and still the attractive Doctor didn't turn away from the pages but she at least responded.

"Restrain her." Most of the Doctors knew Kit was never a hassle and most didn't feel the need to tie her down but Doctor Patel was one of the more clinical and cold Witches at the Institute.

The bed was actually a nice word for what could be considered a dissection table in a morgue, solid metal with holes in to drain any of the excess fluids that would seep out of a body during an examination. Kit diligently climbed onto the cold metal and winced at the quick burst of magic from Birdy's wand as he bound her tightly to the bed. With a stiff nod at the inattentive Doctor, he left the room and let the door slide shut by itself.

Kit swallowed audibly and tried to centre herself like Sun had told her to do in the past, deep, even breaths.

'Seven in, hold five, seven out.' Sun whispered in her mind, 'find your centre and focus on your breathing. That's it, Kit, easy now.' Kit contained her shudders as magic was used nearby and tried to focus on her breathing instead of her fears.

"01026," Doctor Patel addressed her clinically, "today we shall be testing your current resistance to magic and I shall be taking samples of fluids from you. I expect you to keep your composure, none of your accidental fires." When under great stress, the tip of Kit's tails would produce flames and through the practise she had been allowed, she could throw them by flicking her tail tips. She was told this was one of the recorded abilities of a Kitsune.

Kit's trembling increased when she put the pieces together. Samples of fluids sadly isn't as simple as it sounded, at least not for the person who's fluid was being extracted. A sample of fluids meant everything.

The red head stopped paying attention to her breathing as her mind was assaulted with images and memories, the taste of pain forever burned into her body. Resistance to magic was never fun for her either and left her a pained mess no matter how fast she healed.

"I understand Doctor Patel." The muttered agreement left her lips as the pretty Doctor finally turned her frosty eyes to the young girl, chained to a table.

"Then let's begin."

The day had been long and painful, Kit had a high pain tolerance but it had been pushed to her limit. Practically bald, and lying face down in her bed, Kit was lulled into uneasy rest by Sun's soothing voice, crooning softly to her.

Her tails twitched in the dark, fingers tightly gripping her thin sheets. The magical tests she endured left her with cramping muscles, that continuously convulsed and kept the poor fox girl gnawing at her lips to distract herself from the pain.

Though that was nothing on the fluid extractions. The spit, urine and even blood, hadn't been too stressful. However, the bone marrow from a hole drilled into the back of her femur, spinal fluid taken with a 5 inch needle in the back of her neck, mucus removed from her nose via a long tube and pump, cerebrospinal fluid taken with another, smaller needle, and syringes of both perilymph and endolymph fluids taken from the fluffy fox ears perched on top of her head.

Kitsune's were resistant to magic to a degree, so all the surgery's that had been performed on Kit had to be done with muggle methods. Slicing spells used for dissecting only gave her shallow wounds, though the magic itself made her howl in pain.

According to Doctor Patel, since the growth of her third tail, her hyper sensitivity seemed to have lessened somewhat. Though as Kit trembled in the darkness, she didn't feel as if she was anymore resistant than before.

'Be strong, little Vixen, one day we will be free from this nightmarish place.' Kit slowly raised her head and stared mournfully at the door, sweat making her thin night clothes stick to her body.

"But when, Sun?" And for that, the voice that held her together all these years, had no answer.