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Prologue
It was an early June morning when the sunlight seeped into the bedroom of a bright redheaded girl. She stretched herself out under her creamy satin sheets the color of a first snow's frost and managed to roll herself from the bed. She was in the Weasley Manor, the East Wing, like she always was. She had a brother that looked more like her mother in the way of his darker skin and brown hair while she had received her father's Weasley traits with her brilliant copper hair, though her mother's curl and fluff had befallen her too, she sported green eyes the color of pine needles and skin somewhere between a creamy caramel and a soft white peach.
She stumbled into her adjoining bathroom and looked into a mirror for her daily damage control on the locks that fell from the crown of her head. Bedhead was never an option with her hair, and as she stared at her reflection in the mirror she realized that today was not going to be an exception.
She showered quickly somehow managing to get her fingers through her bushy locks and brushed madly at the tangles when she dried off. Once she had found a somewhat peace with that mane of hers she quickly pulled it back into a bun and secured it with a couple bobby pins before dawning a silky gold robe. She was excited today. It was the official first day of Summer, and at the Solstice that night her mother was going to begin teaching her how to use transfiguration spells.
But before she had time to think about what she would wear she happened upon one of the house elves that kept her wing of the manor tidy. She was carrying an envelope. "An owl has just arrived for you Miss Weasley," the elf said handing her the letter.
"Thank you Felicity," she said kneeling down so she was at eye level with the creature, "But what did I tell you about addressing me so formally? I told you that this family, especially not this family, wants to be addressed so formally. Only when there are guests about do we tend to let the formalities slide."
"I'm sorry Kathryn, I just thought it was appropriate what with that letter you're holding," Felicity smiled a devilish smile before snapping a finger and disappearing before Kathryn's eyes.
"My letter?" Kathryn asked herself perplexed until she looked at it.
Kathryn Weasley
East Wing
Weasley Manor
Wiltshire, Derbyshire
England
Kathryn could hardly contain herself as she flipped the envelope over and saw none other than the Hogwarts seal. She managed at least not to rip the envelope but to peel the wax seal off and remove the letter.
Dear Kathryn Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1, we await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress
Kathryn looked back inside her envelope and found the train ticket glittering gold for the Hogwarts Express. She searched through her drawers quickly finding a clean pair of jeans and a blue camisole before rushing out of her rooms to the dining hall where her mother and father would be sharing breakfast with her brother Fred.
When she entered the room with an overly loud bang as the doors flew open the red haired man at the table looked as if he would throw his bowl until he realized it was his daughter, "Good morning, Kathryn. Sleep well?" he asked.
"Just fine, da. Anything exciting going on with the shop today?" Kathryn asked taking her place across from her brother at the table.
"As exciting as a shop of pranks always is," her father laughed.
"George, don't encourage her. She's already half the little devil you and your brother were," my mother complained.
"Oh, Angelina don't you worry your pretty little head about it. You sent her to live with your parents for years in Scotland but you know the Weasley jeans are stronger than anything," George laughed.
Angelina set her forehead in her hand to glare up from her meal at her husband for a moment before looking back to her daughter, "So what are you so excited about on this specific morning?"
"No reason in particular," Kathryn giggled as she wiggled around in her seat. She'd been too young last year to attend Hogwarts because she had not yet been eleven when the term had started so she was another year behind her brother. But her mother had been kind the past year and had been teaching her a few things here and there that she remembered from her schooling. As it turned out Kathryn had quite the gift for potions, but she was more interested in transfiguration which her mother had decided to wait till the Summer Solstice to begin teaching her. "I just got my letter from Hogwarts this morning," she said sliding the milky envelope toward her mother.
"That's wonderful!" Angelina cheered, "Isn't that wonderful George?"
"I still think the headmistress should have let her in last year. Our little Kathryn here is already better at potions and simple spells than Fred here is, and she's yet to get her wand," George laughed patting his son on the back.
"That's all thanks to mum, all her extra tutoring these past couple of months has really come in handy," Kathryn boasted.
"Show off," Fred mumbled across the table.
"Well, looks like we'd better fit in time this week to head down to Diagon Alley," George said using his charm on his children as if they were five and going to a candy shop.
"Oh can't I come with you to the shop today da? I could at least get my wand before mum teaches me a few basic transfiguration spells," Kathryn pleaded.
"You're going to teach her transfiguration tonight?" George stared at his wife, "And I'm the bad influence?"
Angelina laughed, "Like you said dear, she should have gotten her letter last year. I was only giving her something to keep her busy so she didn't tear down the house. I think we're just lucky that she hasn't run off to one of your brothers for help in the tutoring business."
"Oh ya, because the uncles are full of help. Ron can't do much of anything besides defense against the dark arts, Charlie is always off in Romania with his dragons, Percy is a bit of a nuisance while I try and perform spells, and Bill always distracts me with tales of the moon. I would have asked Aunt Hermione to help but she teaches the transfiguration classes at Hogwarts and so she's never around," Kathryn rambled.
"Do you see?" Angelina laughed, "Do you see what I'm talking about? Keeping our daughter away from magic would have been as useful as keeping you and your brother away from pranks!"
Kathryn remembered back to the stories her father had told her when she was little; about the most wonderful person in history, or at least in her father's eyes. Her late Uncle Fred. Her father had mentioned time and time again how he saw the fiery light in her eyes that he'd often seen in his own twin brother. In fact he saw much of Fred in Kathryn, which was only magnified in the twin sister that Kathryn had who seemed to be an almost mirror image of George, Roxanne had been her name. Until one cold winter night Roxanne had caught a chill and had passed away in the night.
"Well I'd love to have you at the shop with me sweetie," George said looking to his wife for approval.
"I'll bet she knows Diagon Alley better than you do," Angelina sighed, "But you have to make sure she gets her wand before you come home, do you hear me?"
"Yes dear, I'll be sure to keep an eye on that," George laughed.
Now Roxanne was firmly planted in Kathryn's mind as she always seemed to do with every new magical accomplishment she went through. Oh how she'd wished that she and Roxanne could run rampant through the halls of Hogwarts only to retire exhausted in the two beds in Gryffindor tower that sat next to each other with a window between the two.
Angelina started humming a tune that Kathryn remembered all too well. She hadn't openly sung the song since Roxanne had passed away. She and Kathryn had been only two when the song stopped. But Kathryn remembered it now all too well, her Grandmother Kathleen had often sung it to her. But Kathryn had liked her mother's voice better as it was softer and more like a lullaby,
"A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan
Ar righinn oig, fas as faic
Do thir, dileas Fein
A ghrian a's a ghealaich, stuir sinn
Gu uair ar cliu 's ar gloire
Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn go
Mhaighdean uashaill bhan."
Angelina had often sung the English to the song so that Kathryn and Roxanne would pick up on the Gaelic and learn English. Though it was harder for Kathryn to remember the English she could still hear it on the tune of her mother's voice.
Little baby, hear my voice
I'm beside you, O maiden fair
Our young Lady, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little baby, our young Lady
Noble maiden fair
"You're going to be late young lady," Angelina said halting Kathryn's humming.
"Yes mum," Kathryn mumbled finishing the pancakes on her plate. George was already waiting by the Fireplace when she slipped on her shoes and grabbed a sweater from her room.
Moments later she was whizzing through the floo network toward Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Kathryn didn't particularly care for the floo network as a main source of travel but it would have to do for her until she could properly apparate.
When she stepped out of the fireplace she quickly dusted the soot off her clothes. Her father had gone through first and was now waiting for her, "Well come on then," George said motioning her forward.
Kathryn helped set up a new display of love potions before the shop opened and was busy enticing the groups of girls with the allure of a summer romance when she noticed a blonde boy enter the shop followed by an older looking version of the boy.
"Draco, what brings you in today?" George greeted the man.
"Scorpious wanted a break from his school shopping," Draco replied, "I'm unsure as to why he finds this shop so fascinating but I suppose children are children."
"I seem to remember you taking a rather nice interest in a young lady fourteen or so years ago at the love potion station," George laughed.
Kathryn crept over toward the talking men to get a better look. She remembered her father talking about a blonde man that he used to go to school with but this couldn't be him, they were getting along too well for the stories she'd heard.
"What're you doing?" a voice startled her from behind.
"Existing, and you?" Kathryn sneered, she didn't like it when people startled her.
"Oh, you're the Weasley girl aren't you?" the boy said.
"Kathryn. And you are?" Kathryn asked finding the boy exceedingly rude.
"Scorpious Malfoy," the boy said puffing himself up.
Kathryn cursed herself silently, they were Malfoys and she'd heard nothing good about anyone in their family, well aside from Draco's mother Narcissa who had saved her Uncle Harry's life back in the time of the Great War of Hogwarts.
"Does your father make you work here?" Scorpious asked.
"I help out when I feel like it. No one makes me do anything," Kathryn said a bit lighter, "I'm in town today because I get to go off to Ollivanders Wand Shop for my wand today."
"Oh so you got your Hogwarts letter already then?" Scorpious said.
"Just this morning," Kathryn said feeling excitement return to her body, "When did you get yours?"
"Last week," Scorpious said sounding arrogant and pompous to Kathryn, "But don't worry yourself, my father is the new potions master this year."
Kathryn snorted, "Why would I worry myself with your getting your letter before me?"
Scorpious turned a light shade of pink a look of annoyance gracing his features, "Scorpious!" Draco's voice sounded a slight distance away.
"Coming," Scorpious called back throwing a sneer over his shoulder before escaping the shop with his father.
Another hour passed and George went to find Kathryn only to find a mess of people and his daughter handling a group of enchanted salamanders, "Kathryn, what in Merlin's beard are you doing?"
"Demonstrating," Kathryn replied trying to get five of the twenty salamanders back into their box.
George flicked his wand and the salamanders were all neatly put away, "Why don't you go take a lunch break and go get that wand your mother was hounding me about?"
"Okay," Kathryn cheered up and practically ran from the store. She stopped first at the Leaky Cauldron for a quick bowl of stew before heading off to Ollivanders Wand Shop.
When she walked through the doors a slender girl with long brown hair stood at the counter. She wore a black skirt, white blouse and a blue suede jacket. She spoke softly, so softly in fact that Kathryn couldn't understand what she was saying until she was standing right next to her. She was getting her first wand and unicorn hair cores weren't cutting it, troll whisker was even worse, dragon heartstring had ended badly and the one phoenix feather she'd attempted to use wasn't working for her either.
"We can try Veela hair cores but I don't think that will work well for you," Ollivander said, "Never before have I had such trouble placing a witch or wizard with a wand."
"I'm sorry," the girl said lowering her gaze to the floor.
"Don't worry, Ollivander has something for everyone," Kathryn said placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Wait, I have just the thing!" Ollivander suddenly burst coming back with a silver wand box, "Give this here a try."
The girl pulled out a wand that smelled heavily of mahogany and looked just as gorgeous in its red tinted wonder. There were two cats that graced the grip on the wand, one pitch black and the other pure white. "It's perfect," the girl said as she glowed with the connection to her wand.
"The phoenix that gave its tail feather for that wand was reborn only the day before. That's a special wand you've got there," Ollivander said taking the payment from the girl.
"Thanks," the girl said turning back to Kathryn, "I'm Katlynn Nettles."
"I'm Kathryn Weasley," Kathryn replied smiling at the girl, "My da runs the shop down the street."
"The joke shop right? That's the one place my parents don't particularly want me in. Not where a pureblood girl should be I suppose," Katlynn sighed.
"Pureblood? Do you know how often the Malfoys are in there?" Kathryn laughed.
Katlynn laughed too, "Well I'd better get going, my parents will be waiting for me. It was nice to meet you, maybe I'll see you at Hogwarts?"
"I'll keep an eye out for you!" Kathryn called after Katlynn as she left the store.
"So Miss Weasley, next up to get a wand are we? You know I've been fitting your family with wands for generations," Ollivander laughed.
"And it won't stop here," Kathryn replied.
"Try this," he handed her an oak wand. Kathryn gave a light flick of her wrist, it was not a match, "Oh bother, and I thought for sure you'd be like your grandmother. But I suppose you're a special lady aren't you?"
Kathryn had been coming around Ollivanders for as long as she could remember. She and Roxanne had accidentally gotten into the back and had messed around with some wands leading to a lot of chaos, "Do you happen to have that birch wand that Roxanne had gotten a hold of still?"
"Trying to do my job for me are you Miss Weasley?" Ollivander asked giving her a strong gaze, "But I suppose you two got into enough wands you probably already know your match don't you?"
When he returned he carried two boxes. In one was a mahogany wand with a dragon heartstring that was beautiful but not a match. In the other was a birch wand with a few thorn-like protrusions and a grip with silver runes etched in. It was a wand that Roxanne had found thinking it would fit Kathryn perfectly, it had a rare albino phoenix feather core, and of course Roxanne had been right, the wand and Kathryn were a perfect match. Had Roxanne lived Kathryn was sure she would have become a wand maker as she was perfectly suited for the job.
Kathryn paid for the beautiful wand quickly before returning to George and later home. A few months later and it was off to Hogwarts.
A/N: Well did you like it? I hope you did! Better author's note to come next chapter as soon as I have it finished I promise. In the meantime R&R Please! It really does help me update faster if you're interested!