A/N: I've had many attempts at Harry Potter fan fiction. Most failed due to my amazing talent of procrastination. But I want to continue this story. It's one that's very deep in my heart. I'll leave this up here for now, and see what happens. I have another Non- HP story on Fictionpress. It's called Camelot, check it out if you want. Also, all Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling, dammit.
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This was the easy part. They were always the same questions. "What's your name?" "How did you get here?" "Where are you from?" All the while they had a wand to my neck and my body unmovable against some kind of spell that binded me to the wall.
The Death Eaters looked at me and I looked back. Was I scared? Yes. Was I showing it? No.
"Answer the question, little girl. What brought you and the Potter boy here, hmmm?" I looked him directly in the eyes and said nothing.
"Alright then….if you want to be like that….. You seem disposable enough." Oh, what he didn't know. There were those glimpses of the past. Mostly of him, though. That hair. That smile. Those eyes. The way he eats.
Suddenly, right when I thought my world was going to end, a blast of light struck the Death Eater from the back and I dropped to the ground. I ran to my best friend and savior, picked up my wand and looked back.
"My name is Katherine Rose Donnelly, by the way." Not that that would do him much good anyway, now would it?
And then, we ran.