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Potter's Dreamer
I had told him not to chance the fates. That to flaunt his gifts would do him no good in the long run…but did he listen? No and the only thing his mistake managed to gain him is a somewhat honorable death on the battle field. He never seemed to take the stories seriously as a child. It used to drive mother crazy. She always said steel and blood would stain Lucian's true destiny. I always tried to get her to tell me what I was destined for…I never understood why she refused to. If only I had known that she had saw me being married off after my brothers avoidable death…perhaps I would have been better prepared…but then again I do not think one can prepare herself to be Lady Potter.
Our families had always been aligned according to my mother. She said my father and Lord Potter were secret friends whilst attending Hogwarts, as a child I could not understand why they would have wanted to keep their friendship a secret. Dark, Light and Neutral were unknown words for me back then. I did not understand the scandal that could have been had if people had knew that a Light family was aligned with a Dark family. Father had always told me to not listen to people's opinions, to accept whatever the fates gave me. If only it could have stayed that easy. But back to my point, mother had never known that father and Lord Potter had taken precautions to insure that the friendship and centuries old alliance was further cemented. She had also never known that father had taken her prediction about Lucian to heart and had sought to ensure I was taken care of in the only way he knew. A betrothal contract – admittedly outdated even in the wizard world but the only way that old families knew would ensure true alliance. I was to be wed to Harry James Potter-Black on my sixteenth birthday…whether Lucian fell or not.
The day of the final battle I had saw it all play out. My brother would cockily walk out onto the battle field and be struck down by a death eater in minutes. I saw Harry defeat Voldemort long before he did and was the only one who did not fear he was dead when Hagrid brought him back.
I wish I could say that my life was easy after that. It was not unfortunately. Harry Potter did not know I existed until he tried to marry Ginny Weasley. And was that not a fun surprise? To find out that you legally could not marry the girl you had proposed to because your father had engaged you to a girl when you were only two years old. The conversation with him about it was not fun but I had saw that we would be happy in the long run and that he would grow to love me as much as I had learned to. What else can you do when you have been seeing the same boy/man in your dreams for your whole life?
We had been married for a year when he finely put in an effort to get to know me. It was four months later as I lay beside him that I saw a flash of curly black hair and eyes the color sapphires. Giggles of a little girl outside and me holding a male child of the age of two who was the spitting image of his father were what flashed through my head after the first image. Nine months later we were gifted with a little girl who ended up with curly black hair and eyes the color of sapphires. Four years later I surprised Harry by telling him that we had best prepare a boys nursery. He amazingly never questioned my predictions and his response never changed.
"Why doubt you Katherine?" he would say, "A dreamer is never wrong!"