(A/N) I know I shouldn't come up with a sequel so soon, but basically, I
have no life. Anyways, I don't think I have to repeat myself to say to read
ADHC (Angel's Do Have Claws) first. I don't like to repeat myself. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I do not own anything that JKR does. So forth and so on.
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Kittie yawned and rolled off her bed. She screamed.
"Kittie?! Are you alright?!"
She groaned. "Yes, Remus. I'm fine!" She heard him stop at her door. "Are you sure?" He yelled through.
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, it's about time you woke. Ginny's coming in a few hours. Are you packed yet?"
She pushed herself up and opened the door. Lupin tumbled in and immediatly tried to regain his posture. He apparently had a habit of leaning on doors. Kittie pointed to her trunk at the foot of her bed. "Yep."
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Lupin never liked to go into her room unless he had to, and he was slowly backing out the door. "The-er-Cuddly Cannons are supposed to be good, huh?"
Kittie laughed. "Cuddly?! They're the Chudley Cannons and yes, they're the best."
He grinned sheepishly at his mistake. "Kittie could you-er-"
"Cook breakfast? I've been doing it for a month now, Remus. Yes, but what are you going to do when I stay at the Weasley's for a week?"
He shrugged. "Order out?"
Kittie laughed. "Why? Can't you cook?"
Lupin snorted. "No. I don't think there are men in this world who can."
"You'd be suprised. What do you want?"
"Er. I'm not sure."
"Pizza?"
"Pizza, it is then." He grinned and closed the door behind him.
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Harry looked around the living room. Vernon adjusted his tie. "They're-er-not coming by...there, are they, Boy?" He nodded to the fireplace.
Petunia took a step away from it, as though it was going to blow. Harry shrugged. "They didn't say. Probely."
Petunia let out a small scream and said quickly, "I'll be in the kitchen!"
"I'll be in my room!" Dudley scrambled out.
Before Vernon could think of a excuse, the fireplace roared to life. Ron and Bill tumbled in.
Ron straightened up and brushed ash from his shirt. "Hello, Harry."
Harry cocked his eyebrows. "Hey, Ron. Hi, Bill."
Bill grinned and nodded. He turned to Vernon. "I take it you're Harry's-"
"Just take him and go!" Vernon choked, backing away. Bill cocked his eyebrows, he opened his mouth, but noticed the way Harry was desperately shaking his head. He didn't want it to end up like it did last year. When the twins fell on Uncle Vernon, using the port key.
Bill cleared his throat. "Fine. Have a nice summer." He and Ron pulled his trunk to the fire. Ron stepped up next to it and yelled, "The Burrow!"
As he was whisked away, Bill nudged Harry forth. Harry looked behind him as Vernon reached for the door. "The Burrow!"
After a eternity of spinning, he fell face forward onto the Weasley's carpet. Bill Apparated next to him and helped him up.
Mrs. Weasley immediatly attacked him with her brush. "Hello, Harry." She smiled, between sweeps.
He grinned and looked around. "Where is everyone?"
The living room was bare, compared to the way it usually was.
Ron sighed. "Ginny, Fred, and George are picking up Kittie. Percy moved in with Penelope-"
Mrs. Weasley snorted. "They should have married first."
Ron rolled his eyes and turned back to Harry. "Charlie is stuck in Romania. A Hungarian Ridgeback caught a cold and burned down half a village. Dad is pulling strings at the moment, so the twins can start their joke shop in Hogsmeade."
Mrs. Weasley snorted again. But before she could complain, Fred and George popped on either side of her. She screamed.
"Boys! How many times do I have to tell you-"
" 'Not to sneak up on people like that! You'll give someone a heart attack one of these days!' " The twins finished for her. She scoffed as they sat on the couch.
"Not funny."
Ginny and a trunk tumbled out of the fireplace. She brushed herself and fought off Mrs. Weasley's brush. She looked pointly at the twins. They groaned and stood again. "Yes, Master."
Harry cocked his eyebrows at Ginny as they dragged the trunk up the stairs. She grinned. "I'm black-mailing them." Kittie flew out of the fireplace and she and Ginny fell to the floor.
They both burst into laughter. Kittie looked around. "Where's Hermione?"
Harry helped her up and turned to Ron. He looked at Mrs. Weasley.
"Hermione is going to meet us at the port key. Narcissa Malfoy is bringing it."
"Draco's coming?" Ginny asked. She avioded her brothers' glares and turned to her mother.
She nodded. "They're not sharing our tent, of course. But, yes, we're sharing a port key."
Kittie paled. "What about Lucius?"
Mrs. Weasley nodded slowly. "Why, dear? There's no need to be afraid of Mr. Malfoy-"
Kittie snorted. "That's not it. Never mind. Um, Ginny?"
Ginny snapped out of her daze. "Hmm?!"
"Where's my trunk?"
The twins stumbled into the living room and flopped on the couch, panting. "What do you have in that thing, Kittie?!"
"Books, mostly." She shrugged. Ginny perked up in interest.
"What kind of books?"
"Mostly about Egypt and Greece. It's fascinating, what those wizards did for a living."
Ginny nodded. "I know. I'm horrified to think that they actually had to make their tombs out of five ton bricks!"
"Oh, the tombs are the best-"
Ron cleared his throat. "As fascinating as your conversation is, we really need to talk about how the Malfoys are going to kill Hermione because she's muggle-born."
Mrs. Weasley gasped. "I forgot about that! But it's too late. We have to leave-" She looked up at the clock and she gasped again. "in five minutes! Hurry! Get some clothes and let's go!"
Mr. Weasley ran into the living room, gasping. "You guys aren't ready?! Let's go!"
The next five minutes, was chaos. People ran into people running up and down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley was Apparating everywhere, reminding everyone to bring their socks. Soon, everyone was outside, holding bags and cages. Mr.Weasley shoved everything into the Ministry's car and magically widened the seats. And before Mrs. Weasley could object, he gave her a short peck, and drove off.
Kittie squirmed in her seat next to Harry. "Mr. Weasley, you didn't make the seat big enough."
Harry grinned. "But no one's complianing!" Ginny whimpered under Ron. "Ron! You're squashing me!"
The car skidded to a stop beside a large office building. Lucius pushed himself off the wall and closed his pocket watch.
"It's about time, Weasley. I was just considering leaving without you." He sneered. Draco pushed himself off the ground. Hermione stepped out from behind a large potted plant by the door.
Mr. Weasley kept his face blank and pulled everyone's bags out. "Are we leaving or what?" He gritted.
Bill Apparated next to Ginny, who screamed.
"Bill! Don't do that!"
He smiled and turned to Lucius Malfoy. "So where's the port key?"
Lucius pulled a jar with thick green liquid out of his robes. Inside, a single, black eyeball floated. Ginny and Hermione made faces.
"I'm not touching that." Ginny swallowed. Kittie sighed at everyone's disgusted faces.
"Oh, will everyone relax? It's just a dragon's eye in concentrated acid. Unless, Mr. Malfoy, here, is making a bomb, it's completely harmless."
Lucius sneered. "My,my,my. Aren't we a smart little one?" He patted her head, a little harder than he needed too. He held out the jar. "Are we leaving?"
Everyone clutched their bags and pressed their hands to the cool glass. In a few seconds, Harry left a hook behind his navel and he was suddenly spinning. His feet hit the ground, and he and Kittie leaned on each other, so not to fall.
He grinned at everyone at their feet. Ron snorted and looked up. "Are you going to help us or not?!"
Kittie grabbed Hermione and Ginny's hands, pulling them up. Harry helped Ron up. And Draco ignored Harry's hand, pulling himself up. Harry did a double take at Draco's face. He adjusted his raised hood.
Kittie had seen it too, and while Lucius fought with muggle at the door, she pulled him aside. They exchanged words out of earshot, and Kittie suddenly lunged herself at Lucius. Draco caught her as she fought to get her hands on his father.
Narcissa was re-applying her makeup and Lucius finally paid the muggle and swept in. Draco let Kittie go, and shooting her a warning look, ran after his father.
Kittie huffed and crossed her arms. Ginny ran next to her. "What was that about?!"
"Did you see Draco's face?"
"No, why?"
Kittie didn't say anything and stared after Draco. Hermione stepped on the other side of Ginny. "It's practically beaten in. I don't blame Kittie for trying to murder Lucius."
Mr. Weasley whistled them over. "Come on! Let's go!"
As they walked through the crowd of tents, they stopped at a small sign that read, "Weezly's".
Ron sighed as Kittie and Bill snorted in laughter. "Can't they ever spell our names right?" Bill asked, turning to Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley ignored them and set up two small tents. Kittie gaped at them. "How are all of us supposed to fit in those?"
"Easy. Girls there and boys here." George shrugged. Ginny pulled Kittie in the boys' tent after the rest of the family.
Harry gaped. The living room was pure white. White carpet, white chairs, and white walls. Three short couches gathered around a large-screen television. Portrait of unknown people littered the walls. The stereo system was huge and it leaned against the opposite wall to the kitchen. The kitchen resembled more of a bar, and the closest thing to a wall between it and the living room was the counter that served as a bar.
Ron let out a low whistle. "Way to go, Dad!"
Mr. Weasley scratched his chin. "Must have gotten mixed up..."
"WEASLEY!"
Lucius stomped into the white livingroom after Kittie. Shoving her out of his way, he stopped in front of Mr. Weasley.
Harry helped her up, and he,Hermione, and Ginny held on to the back of her shirt as she struggled to attack him again.
"This is *my* tent, Weasley! I refuse to sleep in your homely tent!"
Mr. Weasley's face turned red and Bill stepped up. "Now, Mr. Malfoy. You know that once a tent is set up, it can't be taken down. We're sorry."
"I will not live in your pathetic excuse for a tent!"
Bill's face heated and Kittie stepped in front of the raging men. "Then go home." she said shortly.
"Sleeping on the ground would be more com-"
"Then you do that. But the tent is not coming down. We're sorry for the incovienence. You are welcome to share this with us."
Lucius opened his mouth and shut it again. "I'd rather sleep in the trash!" He stormed out.
Mr. Weasley's face returned to normal and he scratched his neck. "Let's go look at the girls' tent, shall we?"
Ginny crossed her fingers. "Please let it be a mix-up, please, please..."
She got her wish immediatly as they stepped into their tent. It had the same make of the boys' tent except it was a navy blue, and it had an enormous study, full of books. Hermione and Kittie ran into it.
"I'm sure the Malfoys won't mind if I borrow a few of these..." Kittie muttered, running her fingers across the shiney covers.
Harry took a book from the shelf and read it's cover. " '1000 Ways to Torture Your Friends' ". Figures." He read aloud. Ron snorted. "Look at this."
He held up "The Egyptian Torture Chambers". Kittie snatched it out of his hands and flipped through it. "Wow. Hermione, you have to see this!"
Hermione reached for the book, but Kittie stepped away. "When I'm done with it, of course." She added, quickly. Hermione shrugged and continued to look at the books.
Ron's stomach growled. "Let's eat, Dad. Lunch time."
Mr. Weasley nodded and everyone shoved outside. Harry stopped and turned back to where Kittie had settled herself in a armchair with the book in front of her. "Are you coming?"
"No, I'm not hungry, thanks." she answered, faintly, her eyes never leaving the book.
Harry shrugged and, stealing a last look at Kittie, went outside to join everyone for lunch.
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Kittie's eyes scanned the crisp paper. A sigh escaped her as she came to a picture of a large chamber.
"The oldest tomb and torture chamber in history is the tomb of Chelkalecta. The youngest daughter of King Tuhremunikan, she was also the person in charge of torturing information out of spies. Her one wish was to be buried in the toture chamber. After she was brutally murdered, her wish was granted and another chamber was built for actual torture. Her body was stolen by spies of another country, to re-tomb so that she never rested. This tomb is still to be located." She read aloud.
Kittie felt shivers run up her spine. She never found something so interesting. After a few hours, her neck started to ache, and she stood, stretching. Ginny poked her head in.
"Are you done? Dinner's up. Ron and Harry cooked, so beware."
Kittie forced a laughed and marked her place. Ginny looked at the book. "When you're done with that, will you let me read it?"
"Hermione's next, but ask her."
"She won't mind. Besides, I'll find a tranfiguration book to bait her with."
Kittie laughed again and stepped out of the tent.
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As night fell, Harry's nose crinkled. The beans were burning, he was sure of it. Ron looked in the pot. "Maybe the girls should have cooked..."
Kittie walked into the tent and made a face. "What are you two cooking?"
"Beans?"
Ginny sniffed the air and choked. Kittie ran to the stove and turned it off.
"It wasn't done, though!" Ron complained.
Kittie put on some mittens and held the pot up, so Ron could see inside. Black, mushy stuff stuck to the bottom.
"Er-"
"Oh, get out you two. Tell Dad that we got it."
Ginny shoved them out, pulling off their aprons. She held them up to Kittie. "Very manly." Kittie giggled.
Harry sat next to Fred by the fire. "Well? Where's dinner?"
Ron sighed. "Down the disposal. The girls are making it."
Hermione stood. "I better help them."
"Just don't burn the tent down."
"Where's Dad?" Ron asked as Hermione slipped inside the tent.
"Talking to the Minister of Magic. He's getting us good seats. Top Box."
"How?"
"Fudge wants a word with Kittie. She agreed, as long as we get seats next to him."
Harry's curiosity sparked. "Why does Fudge want to talk to Kittie?"
"Probely about her living with Lupin." George shrugged.
A few teenagers walked past them, wearing all black. They sneered at Ron's orange hat, and Harry's orange hoodie.
"Cannon Fans, what are you doing out at night? Aren't you supposed to be hiding from us big, bad, Hawks?"
Ron stood up. "Hawk Fans, aren't you supposed to be out killing something?"
One of the boys laughed. "What do you think we're doing?"
"Wasting air?" Kittie's vioce growled behind Ron.
She stepped forward and the boys gave her apperciated looks.
Harry's arm automatically went around her waist. A girl sneered. "Aw. Lookie here."
Kittie stiffened. "You'll be 'lookie'-ing out of the back of your head if you don't leave. Now."
The girl opened her mouth to say something, put the boy who spoke first put out a arm. "Let it go, Nikki. We were just leaving. We don't want trouble."
"You come here insulting us, and you don't want trouble?"
He shot her one last look before nudging Nikki along their original path.
After they left, Harry turned to Kittie. "You're a little headstrong one, aren't you?"
"You don't think I can take her, do you?"
"It's not that-"
"Where's dinner?" George blurted. Kittie turned to him. "It's almost done. That's why I came out here."
"No." Ginny's vioce from inside the tent said. "It's done."
She pushed open the tent flap and handed everyone a plate from a large tray. Harry looked at the food.
"Hot dogs and macaroni and cheese? We could have made that." He mumbled taking and bite off his hot dog.
Kittie snorted. "Please. You burned beans."
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Hope that was satisfatory for a first chappie. Review!
Disclaimers: I do not own anything that JKR does. So forth and so on.
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Kittie yawned and rolled off her bed. She screamed.
"Kittie?! Are you alright?!"
She groaned. "Yes, Remus. I'm fine!" She heard him stop at her door. "Are you sure?" He yelled through.
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, it's about time you woke. Ginny's coming in a few hours. Are you packed yet?"
She pushed herself up and opened the door. Lupin tumbled in and immediatly tried to regain his posture. He apparently had a habit of leaning on doors. Kittie pointed to her trunk at the foot of her bed. "Yep."
He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Lupin never liked to go into her room unless he had to, and he was slowly backing out the door. "The-er-Cuddly Cannons are supposed to be good, huh?"
Kittie laughed. "Cuddly?! They're the Chudley Cannons and yes, they're the best."
He grinned sheepishly at his mistake. "Kittie could you-er-"
"Cook breakfast? I've been doing it for a month now, Remus. Yes, but what are you going to do when I stay at the Weasley's for a week?"
He shrugged. "Order out?"
Kittie laughed. "Why? Can't you cook?"
Lupin snorted. "No. I don't think there are men in this world who can."
"You'd be suprised. What do you want?"
"Er. I'm not sure."
"Pizza?"
"Pizza, it is then." He grinned and closed the door behind him.
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Harry looked around the living room. Vernon adjusted his tie. "They're-er-not coming by...there, are they, Boy?" He nodded to the fireplace.
Petunia took a step away from it, as though it was going to blow. Harry shrugged. "They didn't say. Probely."
Petunia let out a small scream and said quickly, "I'll be in the kitchen!"
"I'll be in my room!" Dudley scrambled out.
Before Vernon could think of a excuse, the fireplace roared to life. Ron and Bill tumbled in.
Ron straightened up and brushed ash from his shirt. "Hello, Harry."
Harry cocked his eyebrows. "Hey, Ron. Hi, Bill."
Bill grinned and nodded. He turned to Vernon. "I take it you're Harry's-"
"Just take him and go!" Vernon choked, backing away. Bill cocked his eyebrows, he opened his mouth, but noticed the way Harry was desperately shaking his head. He didn't want it to end up like it did last year. When the twins fell on Uncle Vernon, using the port key.
Bill cleared his throat. "Fine. Have a nice summer." He and Ron pulled his trunk to the fire. Ron stepped up next to it and yelled, "The Burrow!"
As he was whisked away, Bill nudged Harry forth. Harry looked behind him as Vernon reached for the door. "The Burrow!"
After a eternity of spinning, he fell face forward onto the Weasley's carpet. Bill Apparated next to him and helped him up.
Mrs. Weasley immediatly attacked him with her brush. "Hello, Harry." She smiled, between sweeps.
He grinned and looked around. "Where is everyone?"
The living room was bare, compared to the way it usually was.
Ron sighed. "Ginny, Fred, and George are picking up Kittie. Percy moved in with Penelope-"
Mrs. Weasley snorted. "They should have married first."
Ron rolled his eyes and turned back to Harry. "Charlie is stuck in Romania. A Hungarian Ridgeback caught a cold and burned down half a village. Dad is pulling strings at the moment, so the twins can start their joke shop in Hogsmeade."
Mrs. Weasley snorted again. But before she could complain, Fred and George popped on either side of her. She screamed.
"Boys! How many times do I have to tell you-"
" 'Not to sneak up on people like that! You'll give someone a heart attack one of these days!' " The twins finished for her. She scoffed as they sat on the couch.
"Not funny."
Ginny and a trunk tumbled out of the fireplace. She brushed herself and fought off Mrs. Weasley's brush. She looked pointly at the twins. They groaned and stood again. "Yes, Master."
Harry cocked his eyebrows at Ginny as they dragged the trunk up the stairs. She grinned. "I'm black-mailing them." Kittie flew out of the fireplace and she and Ginny fell to the floor.
They both burst into laughter. Kittie looked around. "Where's Hermione?"
Harry helped her up and turned to Ron. He looked at Mrs. Weasley.
"Hermione is going to meet us at the port key. Narcissa Malfoy is bringing it."
"Draco's coming?" Ginny asked. She avioded her brothers' glares and turned to her mother.
She nodded. "They're not sharing our tent, of course. But, yes, we're sharing a port key."
Kittie paled. "What about Lucius?"
Mrs. Weasley nodded slowly. "Why, dear? There's no need to be afraid of Mr. Malfoy-"
Kittie snorted. "That's not it. Never mind. Um, Ginny?"
Ginny snapped out of her daze. "Hmm?!"
"Where's my trunk?"
The twins stumbled into the living room and flopped on the couch, panting. "What do you have in that thing, Kittie?!"
"Books, mostly." She shrugged. Ginny perked up in interest.
"What kind of books?"
"Mostly about Egypt and Greece. It's fascinating, what those wizards did for a living."
Ginny nodded. "I know. I'm horrified to think that they actually had to make their tombs out of five ton bricks!"
"Oh, the tombs are the best-"
Ron cleared his throat. "As fascinating as your conversation is, we really need to talk about how the Malfoys are going to kill Hermione because she's muggle-born."
Mrs. Weasley gasped. "I forgot about that! But it's too late. We have to leave-" She looked up at the clock and she gasped again. "in five minutes! Hurry! Get some clothes and let's go!"
Mr. Weasley ran into the living room, gasping. "You guys aren't ready?! Let's go!"
The next five minutes, was chaos. People ran into people running up and down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley was Apparating everywhere, reminding everyone to bring their socks. Soon, everyone was outside, holding bags and cages. Mr.Weasley shoved everything into the Ministry's car and magically widened the seats. And before Mrs. Weasley could object, he gave her a short peck, and drove off.
Kittie squirmed in her seat next to Harry. "Mr. Weasley, you didn't make the seat big enough."
Harry grinned. "But no one's complianing!" Ginny whimpered under Ron. "Ron! You're squashing me!"
The car skidded to a stop beside a large office building. Lucius pushed himself off the wall and closed his pocket watch.
"It's about time, Weasley. I was just considering leaving without you." He sneered. Draco pushed himself off the ground. Hermione stepped out from behind a large potted plant by the door.
Mr. Weasley kept his face blank and pulled everyone's bags out. "Are we leaving or what?" He gritted.
Bill Apparated next to Ginny, who screamed.
"Bill! Don't do that!"
He smiled and turned to Lucius Malfoy. "So where's the port key?"
Lucius pulled a jar with thick green liquid out of his robes. Inside, a single, black eyeball floated. Ginny and Hermione made faces.
"I'm not touching that." Ginny swallowed. Kittie sighed at everyone's disgusted faces.
"Oh, will everyone relax? It's just a dragon's eye in concentrated acid. Unless, Mr. Malfoy, here, is making a bomb, it's completely harmless."
Lucius sneered. "My,my,my. Aren't we a smart little one?" He patted her head, a little harder than he needed too. He held out the jar. "Are we leaving?"
Everyone clutched their bags and pressed their hands to the cool glass. In a few seconds, Harry left a hook behind his navel and he was suddenly spinning. His feet hit the ground, and he and Kittie leaned on each other, so not to fall.
He grinned at everyone at their feet. Ron snorted and looked up. "Are you going to help us or not?!"
Kittie grabbed Hermione and Ginny's hands, pulling them up. Harry helped Ron up. And Draco ignored Harry's hand, pulling himself up. Harry did a double take at Draco's face. He adjusted his raised hood.
Kittie had seen it too, and while Lucius fought with muggle at the door, she pulled him aside. They exchanged words out of earshot, and Kittie suddenly lunged herself at Lucius. Draco caught her as she fought to get her hands on his father.
Narcissa was re-applying her makeup and Lucius finally paid the muggle and swept in. Draco let Kittie go, and shooting her a warning look, ran after his father.
Kittie huffed and crossed her arms. Ginny ran next to her. "What was that about?!"
"Did you see Draco's face?"
"No, why?"
Kittie didn't say anything and stared after Draco. Hermione stepped on the other side of Ginny. "It's practically beaten in. I don't blame Kittie for trying to murder Lucius."
Mr. Weasley whistled them over. "Come on! Let's go!"
As they walked through the crowd of tents, they stopped at a small sign that read, "Weezly's".
Ron sighed as Kittie and Bill snorted in laughter. "Can't they ever spell our names right?" Bill asked, turning to Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley ignored them and set up two small tents. Kittie gaped at them. "How are all of us supposed to fit in those?"
"Easy. Girls there and boys here." George shrugged. Ginny pulled Kittie in the boys' tent after the rest of the family.
Harry gaped. The living room was pure white. White carpet, white chairs, and white walls. Three short couches gathered around a large-screen television. Portrait of unknown people littered the walls. The stereo system was huge and it leaned against the opposite wall to the kitchen. The kitchen resembled more of a bar, and the closest thing to a wall between it and the living room was the counter that served as a bar.
Ron let out a low whistle. "Way to go, Dad!"
Mr. Weasley scratched his chin. "Must have gotten mixed up..."
"WEASLEY!"
Lucius stomped into the white livingroom after Kittie. Shoving her out of his way, he stopped in front of Mr. Weasley.
Harry helped her up, and he,Hermione, and Ginny held on to the back of her shirt as she struggled to attack him again.
"This is *my* tent, Weasley! I refuse to sleep in your homely tent!"
Mr. Weasley's face turned red and Bill stepped up. "Now, Mr. Malfoy. You know that once a tent is set up, it can't be taken down. We're sorry."
"I will not live in your pathetic excuse for a tent!"
Bill's face heated and Kittie stepped in front of the raging men. "Then go home." she said shortly.
"Sleeping on the ground would be more com-"
"Then you do that. But the tent is not coming down. We're sorry for the incovienence. You are welcome to share this with us."
Lucius opened his mouth and shut it again. "I'd rather sleep in the trash!" He stormed out.
Mr. Weasley's face returned to normal and he scratched his neck. "Let's go look at the girls' tent, shall we?"
Ginny crossed her fingers. "Please let it be a mix-up, please, please..."
She got her wish immediatly as they stepped into their tent. It had the same make of the boys' tent except it was a navy blue, and it had an enormous study, full of books. Hermione and Kittie ran into it.
"I'm sure the Malfoys won't mind if I borrow a few of these..." Kittie muttered, running her fingers across the shiney covers.
Harry took a book from the shelf and read it's cover. " '1000 Ways to Torture Your Friends' ". Figures." He read aloud. Ron snorted. "Look at this."
He held up "The Egyptian Torture Chambers". Kittie snatched it out of his hands and flipped through it. "Wow. Hermione, you have to see this!"
Hermione reached for the book, but Kittie stepped away. "When I'm done with it, of course." She added, quickly. Hermione shrugged and continued to look at the books.
Ron's stomach growled. "Let's eat, Dad. Lunch time."
Mr. Weasley nodded and everyone shoved outside. Harry stopped and turned back to where Kittie had settled herself in a armchair with the book in front of her. "Are you coming?"
"No, I'm not hungry, thanks." she answered, faintly, her eyes never leaving the book.
Harry shrugged and, stealing a last look at Kittie, went outside to join everyone for lunch.
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Kittie's eyes scanned the crisp paper. A sigh escaped her as she came to a picture of a large chamber.
"The oldest tomb and torture chamber in history is the tomb of Chelkalecta. The youngest daughter of King Tuhremunikan, she was also the person in charge of torturing information out of spies. Her one wish was to be buried in the toture chamber. After she was brutally murdered, her wish was granted and another chamber was built for actual torture. Her body was stolen by spies of another country, to re-tomb so that she never rested. This tomb is still to be located." She read aloud.
Kittie felt shivers run up her spine. She never found something so interesting. After a few hours, her neck started to ache, and she stood, stretching. Ginny poked her head in.
"Are you done? Dinner's up. Ron and Harry cooked, so beware."
Kittie forced a laughed and marked her place. Ginny looked at the book. "When you're done with that, will you let me read it?"
"Hermione's next, but ask her."
"She won't mind. Besides, I'll find a tranfiguration book to bait her with."
Kittie laughed again and stepped out of the tent.
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As night fell, Harry's nose crinkled. The beans were burning, he was sure of it. Ron looked in the pot. "Maybe the girls should have cooked..."
Kittie walked into the tent and made a face. "What are you two cooking?"
"Beans?"
Ginny sniffed the air and choked. Kittie ran to the stove and turned it off.
"It wasn't done, though!" Ron complained.
Kittie put on some mittens and held the pot up, so Ron could see inside. Black, mushy stuff stuck to the bottom.
"Er-"
"Oh, get out you two. Tell Dad that we got it."
Ginny shoved them out, pulling off their aprons. She held them up to Kittie. "Very manly." Kittie giggled.
Harry sat next to Fred by the fire. "Well? Where's dinner?"
Ron sighed. "Down the disposal. The girls are making it."
Hermione stood. "I better help them."
"Just don't burn the tent down."
"Where's Dad?" Ron asked as Hermione slipped inside the tent.
"Talking to the Minister of Magic. He's getting us good seats. Top Box."
"How?"
"Fudge wants a word with Kittie. She agreed, as long as we get seats next to him."
Harry's curiosity sparked. "Why does Fudge want to talk to Kittie?"
"Probely about her living with Lupin." George shrugged.
A few teenagers walked past them, wearing all black. They sneered at Ron's orange hat, and Harry's orange hoodie.
"Cannon Fans, what are you doing out at night? Aren't you supposed to be hiding from us big, bad, Hawks?"
Ron stood up. "Hawk Fans, aren't you supposed to be out killing something?"
One of the boys laughed. "What do you think we're doing?"
"Wasting air?" Kittie's vioce growled behind Ron.
She stepped forward and the boys gave her apperciated looks.
Harry's arm automatically went around her waist. A girl sneered. "Aw. Lookie here."
Kittie stiffened. "You'll be 'lookie'-ing out of the back of your head if you don't leave. Now."
The girl opened her mouth to say something, put the boy who spoke first put out a arm. "Let it go, Nikki. We were just leaving. We don't want trouble."
"You come here insulting us, and you don't want trouble?"
He shot her one last look before nudging Nikki along their original path.
After they left, Harry turned to Kittie. "You're a little headstrong one, aren't you?"
"You don't think I can take her, do you?"
"It's not that-"
"Where's dinner?" George blurted. Kittie turned to him. "It's almost done. That's why I came out here."
"No." Ginny's vioce from inside the tent said. "It's done."
She pushed open the tent flap and handed everyone a plate from a large tray. Harry looked at the food.
"Hot dogs and macaroni and cheese? We could have made that." He mumbled taking and bite off his hot dog.
Kittie snorted. "Please. You burned beans."
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