The Mystery of Keanna
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters; they belong to the much-loved J. K. Rowling. But Keanna and Charlene do belong to me, so please do NOT steal, copy or use them without permission.
Chapter 1: Life without parents
Keanna had spent some of her life living in a house called "The Burrow", the family she lived with all had red hair, and they all called her 'K' because that's the only name she would give, she didn't like to talk about her past. It was way too depressing for her.
"Come on, K! We're going to be late for the train!" Keanna could hear Fred calling, from the bottom of the stairs. Keanna got up and stumbled out of her room and skipped happily down the stairs.
She smiled devilishly at Fred; who just rolled his eyes, patted her on the head and went outside, they were going to go to King cross's station by port-key. Keanna followed the family of redheads to a field where a boot was lying. The boot was what would take her to King cross's station, and she was excited.
"Take my hand." Fred Smiled at her, Fred was the only one Keanna felt like she could trust, maybe she would tell Fred the truth about her, and make him swear to tell no one, even George, his twin brother? Yeah that seemed reasonable enough. Keanna took hold of his hand and held on tightly, they grabbed the boot along with everyone else and she was flung into the vortex, she felt slightly sick, but was fine by the time they appeared in the car park, thankfully no muggles were about.
On the way to platform 9¾, Keanna thought about her parents. Her dad was put in Azkaban when she was only one. She didn't really know him, but from what she had heard about him, he didn't seem like a traitor and a mass-murderer. Her mother had died from a bad case of dragon pox when Keanna was three, so she didn't even really know her either. How life sucked, for Keanna, she was an only child with parents she never really knew. Though she was brought to the Weasley's house when she was nine, so she couldn't complain about not having a family to look after her, because she did, even if she blocked most of them out of her life because she scared they'd hate her if they knew the truth. Come on, they didn't even know her name. 'Eh, but they'll hear it when I go up for sorting…' Keanna thought to herself, 'What will they think of me then?'
Keanna stopped in front of the barrier between nine and ten and looked expectantly up at Fred and George 'Gosh, I'm tiny.' Keanna blinked while thinking. Fred smiled, took hold of his trolley and was about to go when they heard someone saying something.
"Excuse me, but how do you get to platform 9¾?" The boy asked. Molly Weasley, the mother of all the redheads, looked at the dark brown-haired boy.
"Just watch Fred and George." She smiled brightly at him. "Right, go on Fred."
"I'm not Fred! He's Fred." One twin said pointing to the other twin.
"Oh, I'm so sorry George." Molly apologized.
"Only joking mum, I am Fred." And with that, and a giggle from Keanna, Fred ran at the wall between the two platforms and disappeared. George went after him and then they let the boy go next. Keanna watched him disappear and then smiled up at Molly.
"Oh, go on then, K." She smiled. Keanna grinned from ear to ear then grabbed her trolley, looked to make sure no muggles were watching and then ran straight at the wall.
Coming out the other side she was greeted instantly by Fred and George, and they all waited for the rest which consisted of their mum, Ron, Percy and Ginny; who wouldn't be boarding the train until the next year. The other boy was staring at the train, something Keanna had got used to since she had been with the Weasley's since Fred and George had started Hogwarts. She was nine at that point, and she wished she could forget that terrible night one time, in the woods, with her muggle best friend, who had to be wiped of all memory of Keanna because of what she saw.
It was a clear night, the moon was out and full, somehow, this brought a chill to Keanna, because she knew someone who was a werewolf. Keanna just hoped that the said werewolf wasn't in the same woods. It was slightly stupid of Keanna to think that being out in the woods at night, when there was a full moon, was a good idea.
"Why are you so scared?" Keanna's friend had said.
"I'm not" Keanna had snapped. "Honestly, Charlie, I'd say you're the one who is scared." At that point Keanna heard a howl and then rustling of the bushes behind her and Charlene.
"W-What was that?" Charlene had asked, staring around with wide eyes.
"I have no idea, Charlie." Keanna had lied, she knew fine rightly what it was, and she only hoped it wouldn't find them. But sure enough, a very familiar looking figure stepped out of the shadows. Keanna put herself between Charlene and the werewolf, a tear falling down her cheek as Charlene screamed. The werewolf let out a low growl and took a step forward. Keanna looked back at Charlene's terrified body and then turned back, sighed and transformed into her hybrid form, she having two forms excluding human form. An Animagos form, which was a giant, black domestic-looking cat, and her hybrid form, the same cat but standing on two legs with a whole lot more fur and a real fluffy tail, if it wasn't for the dangerous look in her eyes and her sharp claws, she could almost be mistaken for a giant teddy bear… Or a very-small-compared-to-the-werewolf-sized-teddy-bear.
Keanna thought about what she should do, she was far too short and young to take on the werewolf, so her best bet was to run and hope that he thing followed. So she took one big breath and shot off, as fast as she could possibly go on two legs. The werewolf followed, but as she knew fine rightly, she wasn't fast enough, it was approaching morning now, and the moon was still high in the sky. She came down like a ton of bricks when the werewolf launched itself at her, knocking her to the cold ground. Keanna had screamed, well more like whimpered very loudly, until the moon disappeared, the attacking stopped and she lay there, gasping for breath, completely surprised that she was even alive after that, as a man struggled to cope with what he had done, not knowingly, to her. She had by that time, gone back to her human form, and had nothing but bloody, ripped clothes covering her messed up body. The man had then cast spells so she regained the blood she had lost and the cuts had closed up to stop more blood flowing out and then he used magic to make her clothes sow together so they looked like they were brand new. He then turned around as Charlene came out of the shadows, fear in her eyes, she had seen it all. Keanna had then blacked out, and when she came to, Charlene was back in her home, in her bed and didn't even know Keanna existed. The man had brought Keanna straight to the Weasley's home and then disappeared.
Keanna was dragged back to the present by Fred snapping his fingers in front of her tear-stained face.
"Come on," Fred sighed, his voice soft.
"Sorry… Bad memory." Keanna smiled weakly, rubbing her eyes, getting rid of the tears, god she missed Charlene.
"It's alright, I really wish you'd tell me more about yourself, but it's your choice." Fred sighed again, and climbed onto the train.
'That does it, I'm definitely going to tell him' Keanna thought climbing on after him.