(A/N: hello there I'm Feliz Navidad and I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Kara n' Kat and that Chamber of Secrets. I also beg you two review and tell me what you think. : ) )

I don't own Harry Potter, Mrs. J.K Rowling does.

Along time ago...'Well not really'... Two avid HarryPotter fans, Kara Lyn and Kat Denatra were sitting at a round school cafeteria table. Kara and Kat had been friends since they met and both had loved the Potter series since they were eight years old. Now they were 12 and were awaiting the half-blood prince movie. After finishing deathly hallows they were now fishing through fan fiction for adventures about Albus Severus. They didn't know that soon there own adventure would be started. Now onto the story.

"I still can't believe Harry named his son that." Kara said, digging in to mushy potato goop.

"I can'tbelieve Ginny let him." Kat said darkly. "Still James Sirius wasn't bad,"

"Most fans though anticipated that though, I read a couple next gen fanfics before DH." Kara said and Katnodded. "Same with Lily but no one expected little Albus Severus."

"The most awesome son of the great Harry Potter." Kara said thoughtfully. "So, are you going to portus next year?" (Portus is a most awesome hp event in which you should go to.)

"Yea, I heard Jim Dale is going to be there." Kat said brighting up. "Along with the Mugglecasters, should be brilliant."

"You sound like Ron." Kara laughed.

"Thank You!" Kat said with a sarcastic smile.

"Well if it isn't the Potter nerds." a blonde girl said coming to the table.

"Well if it isn't miss Priss and Prim herself." Kat mumbled her face darkening again.

"Shove off Lela." Kara said.

"Oooooh, going scare me with your funny British imitations." she said evilly.

"Well they're smarter then your dumb blonde ones." Kat said. still staring at the floor.

(I have nothing against blonde's, just a term. I was thinking of a certain potter character. Hint, hint)

The girl named Lela huffed "I'm telling Miss Fink that."

"You can tell Miss 'fink' that were nerdy Potter freaky nerds too." Kara said. "and its Mrs. Frank not Miss Fink."

"Nicely said." Said Kat dryly.

Lela began to sniffle and began to cry. "You guys are mean! Mrs. Fink!"

Kara and Kat groaned but weren't really concerned the principle had basically gotten the point that Lela was faking, she had done this so many bloody times. Only Miss. Frank didn't seem to get the point.

"Kara O'dwyer Lyn! Katherine Day Denatra!" Mrs. Frank yelled. "How dare you be horrible to poor Lela? You spoiled brats! To the principle!" she shrieked from across the lunchroom.

Kara and Kat got up from their table.

"Its scary how much she resembles Draco Malfoy." Kat whispered to Kara on their way out. "I know, this must be our one-thousandth and forty-second time since kindergarten." Kara groaned.

"You've been counting?" Kat asked.

"Its called estimation young padawan." Kara said patting Kats head. Kat shrugged it off. "I thought we were Potter freaks, not star wars geeks?" she said smiling.

"You forgot Lord of the Rings nerds." Kara said. Kat laughed.

(I have nothing against Star Wars or Lord of the Rings. I love them both.)

"We really need a life." Kat said still laughing.

"If we didn't have a life we wouldn't be here." Kara said, shooting down the old saying.

"Well thank Snape for that."

They finally reached the principle's office as they rapped on the square opaque window with white peeling words that read 'Principle Daily'.

As they walked in the door they immediately took their seats in the blue plastic chairs. The balding principle looked up from his paper work. "Lela again." He said unconcerned.

"Yes, sir."

"Ah, well I'm quite busy right but I bought you some Harry Potter candy." He said pointing to the Warner Brothers plastic chocolate frog imitations. (Come on you've all seen them, quite good actually.)

"Thank you, sir." They said gratefully each taking a piece.

"Oh, and I'll try talking to Mrs. Frank again." He said looking up for a moment. "This has been going on for long enough.

"It's Okay sir. We know your trying and were great full. Mrs. Frank just does what she thinks is right." Kat said.

"Which is unfortunately wrong, here eat up your frogs and I'll have Mrs. Boze bring you back. She can say I've been lecturing you or something." He said tiredly.

"Thank you." Kara and Kat said again.

Once Kara and Kat had eaten their frogs and had gotten back to class they continued there daily routine. Soon it was time to go home. Kara and Kat lugged their heavy book bags to the carpool and then ran back to the forest behind the school. Kara and Kat's orphanage was far away. So the to were usually gives and Hour or to for exploring.

As they walked amongst the tree's they accounted for all the strange things surrounding their births. For one thing both had been left on the steps of the orphanage, and no one could find their parents anywhere. Only a small letter in the blankets. The head of the orphanage told them that it contained their names and a note of apology from their anonymous parents.

Soon the topic died away and it was soon time for them to head back.

"Well another trip through the forest well spent."

"Yep" Kara replied. They were about to turn around when the wind began to blow. "Theirs a storm coming Kat." Kara said observing the darkening.

"Just like the last time were here." Kat said looking up at the sky curiously. "And every time we get back to the carpool it's all sunny. No one can recount a passing storm."

"Hm…" Kara said. "Just like magic."

"Yea, if only Harry Potter would pop out of no where." Kat said sadly.

Right then a bolt of lighting burst out of the clouds. Kara and Kat screamed but were not harmed; the bolt had landed just in front of them. However a green glowing stone was at their feet.

"Kat" Kara said shakily. "What is that."

"I have no idea." Kat said her eyes not leaving the stone.

Involuntary their hands both outstretched towards the stone and in a zap of light they were gone.

The winds died down and the clouds faded, everything was still. Not even a passing fly or insect moved.