Hey guys! I'm glad to be back! I just wanted to make a note that The Epilogue That Never Happened is on hold for now.
Well, this my first Harry Potter multichapter fic. I love this story so far and I hope you guys love it too. The main character (Kaitlyn Davis) is actually introduced in my one-shot Seeing You Off. Check it out if you want!
I would like to say that I am not from England. I don't know how to talk ike they do so don't be offended if the characters sound completely American. Sorry if I am disappointing anyone.
I am just posting the first chapter of this story for now. I want to see who is reading it and who will keep reading it. So please review. This story will actually take place in Kaitlyn's 6th and 7th year but I want you guys to have a glimpse of why she is living with the Weasley's.
So please review and enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter. All rights g to JK Rowling!
-KayliLynzee118
Next Generation
Lily II Potter- 8
Hugo Weasley- 8
Albus II Potter- 10
McKenna Malfoy- 10
Lucas Sparks- 10
James II Potter- 11- Gryffindor
Kaitlyn Davis- 11- Gryffindor
Rose Weasley- 11- Ravenclaw
Scorpius Malfoy- 11- Slytherin
Roxanne Weasley- 12- Gryffindor
Louis Weasley- 12- Ravenclaw
Lucy Weasley- 13- Hufflepuff
Dominique Weasley- 14- Ravenclaw
Fred II Weasley- 15- Gryffindor
Molly II Weasley- 15- Hufflepuff
Victoire Weasley- 15- Gryffindor
Teddy Lupin- 16- Gryffindor
Chapter 1
It all happened so fast that I really have no idea exactly what happened. I remember that it was a cold day in August. One minute me and my usually snotty older sister were fighting about something I have no idea about now and the next minute her bed, which she was sitting on, caught fire. I remember her screeches and screams for the fire department but suddenly the fire disappeared, but not before my parents could see it.
For some reason they said it was my fault, but then again I am pretty much used to it. I am always blamed for those sorts of things. I was sent to my grandmothers for a week. I hate my grandmother's house. It always smells like cats and tea. And my grandmother isn't very fond of me either. But I am there so often that I have my own room, which my grandmother insists that it is a guest bedroom but I honestly don't believe her.
So here I am, sitting on the side of the queen size bed with my feet hanging over the edge. I can hear my grandmother yelling for me downstairs but I ignored her since she was probably asking if I wanted more tea. I really am getting sick of her tea.
I looked towards the mirror above the dresser. The mirror was dusty and foggy but I could still see my thick, dark red hair that fell to my elbows in waves and dark brown eyes. I don't know exactly where I got the brown eyes from but I know my grandmother had red hair before it turned all gray.
"Kaitlyn Elizabeth Davis! You get down here right now!" my grandmother screamed up the stairs. I winced, not knowing how many times she called for me before getting angry. I pushed myself off the bed and yanked the old door open. I ran down the steps and made my way to the living room.
My grandmother sat on the old floral couch in front of me. She wore a purple dress and white flats. Her gray hair was in curls. Her wrinkled face held a scowl and her eyes glinted in anger. I bit my tongue and clasped my hands behind my back nervously.
"Yes Nana?" I said nervously. Her eyes turned to a glare and I twisted uncomfortably.
"When an elder of yours calls for you, you will do well to answer. Am I wrong?" she asked. I shook my head. "Yes, well. You have mail." she said tossing something to me. My reflexes kicked in and I snatched the thing in the air. I looked down at the letter in confusion.
The letter said Ms. K Davis with my grandmother's address underneath. On the back it had a stamp with an H in the middle of it. I carefully opened the letter, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Dear Ms. Davis,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1st.
Yours sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress
I stared at the letter in confusion. Is this some sort of a joke? I pulled out the other letters. They gave a list of books I needed, clothes, and equipment. I laughed slightly when I saw the word wand. Underneath the last list was an address.
The Leaky Cauldron
Charing Cross Road, London, England
I had never heard of the place but then again I had never been out much. I looked up to see my grandmother looking at me expectantly. I handed her the letter. She read it and smirked slightly.
"Huh, well I guess I should get you some money. You will be needing it." she laughed. I could tell she didn't believe a single word on that paper. She got up and walked to the kitchen. She came back and handed me a plastic bag that was full of money (A/N: I really don't know what money they use in England so let's just say it was a lot.)
I stared at the money in disbelief. That is when I knew it was a joke. I looked up at my grandmother. She was smirking down at me.
"Well, go on and pack." she said ushering me upstairs. I looked at her like she was crazy but didn't deny her wishes. I walked upstairs and grabbed my already packed suitcase. I never unpacked it.
I walked back downstairs and waited for my grandmother to laugh at me or call me an idiot. But she didn't. She just walked out the door and I had to follow her. I put my stuff in the backseat of the car. I jumped in and my grandmother turned it on.
"Now if you accept that money I do not want to see you a my house again, you understand?" she said coldly. I finally understood what was going on. She was putting me out on the streets. My stomach twisted as I nodded. Maybe if I find this Caudron place I will find someone who can help me.
After ten minutes of driving my grandmother stopped the car on the side of Chasing Cross Road. She smiled cruelly at me. I felt my temper rising but kept it down. My mother's voice rang in my head. Respect your elders, they know better.
"Goodbye, Nana." I muttered and pushed myself out of the car, not bothering to listen for her farewell. I pulled my suitcase out and stuff the money in my jacket pocket. As my grandmother sped off I saw people staring at me. It made sense. A little eleven year old girl with dark red hair and a bright yellow rain jacket was all alone on the side of the street pulling a suitcase behind her.
I shrugged slightly and walked down the street. I looked closely at every shop. The suitcase I was pulling was heavy so I had to walk slower. Soon I came across an old shop that I had never noticed before. It was nestled between a record shop and a bookstore with a sign hanging above it saying The Leaky Cauldron.
I pushed open the old door, expecting some people jump out and yell that I have been pranked. But no one did. It was dark and shabby with a bar and a few tables in dark corners. But despite the uninviting appearance the pub was filled with people.
My suitcase's wheels got stuck in the doorway. I yanked on it but it wouldn't budge. I pulled harder and the wheels came up but I was pulling so hard that it sent me stumbling forward into another person.
I fell on top of the person but instantly pushed myself away so that I was sitting facing them and they were laying on the ground rubbing their head. I rubbed my forehead too because it knocked into theirs.
I looked up at the person, blushing furiously. He was a boy about my age with jet black, untidy hair and bright brown eyes. He had a few freckles dotting his face. He looked at me and I saw that his eyes held a mischievous glint that people have said was in my eyes. I had always been a troublemaker.
"I'm so sorry!" I gasped out, still blushing. The boy smirked slightly and pushed himself up. He held out his hand toward me and I grabbed his wrist and he grabbed mine, pulling me up.
When I was standing I brushed off my jeans and ran a hand through my long hair. The boy in front of me seemed to be messing up his already messy hair. It made me smile slightly.
"I'm Kaitlyn Davis." I introduced. The boy smirked.
"James."
"You don't have a last name?" I asked. James frowned slightly but nodded.
"Potter." he said, wincing slightly. I raised an eyebrow. Why would he be worried about his last name?
"Do you not like your last name?" I asked. James raised an eyebrow. But then some sort of understanding flashed through his eyes.
"You're muggle-born?" he asked. I glared slightly at him and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I don't know what you are talking about but if you are calling me some sort of nameā¦"
"No I-"
"James! Who's this?" I heard a female voice from behind me. I turned. There was four adults behind me. Two woman and two men. One woman had bright brown eyes and bright red hair that looked orange. The other woman had bushy brown hair but she was still pretty. She was clinging onto a tall man with the same bright orange hair as the first woman. Then the last man looked sort of like James. He had black messy hair and bright green eyes behind his round glasses. His hair was parted slightly to show a lightning shaped scar. Odd shape for a scar. They all studied me and I started to feel uncomfortable. I clasped my hands behind my back and twisted nervously. They seemed to notice and stopped studying me. The woman with brown hair smiled at me.
"I must be at the wrong place. I am sorry for wasting your time." I muttered. I turned to James and smirked. "And I'm sorry for falling into you, James Potter."
"It's alright, Kaitlyn Davis." he smirked back. I grabbed hold of the handle on my suitcase and I started walking away.
"Wait!" a woman called. I turned to see the brunette. She smiled at me and walked up. "Did you get a letter?" she asked. To most people that would be a weird question but I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Yes ma'am."
"You are in the right place. Where are your parents?" she asked. I had to hold back from laughing, it's disrespectful. I bit my lip.
"Uh, they may be taking Lauren to dance class or they might be at the pool. I have no clue. My grandmother dropped me off with this money." I explained, pulling the money out of my pocket. The woman raised her eyebrows at it.
"Yes, well. You want to shop with us, dear?" she asked. I shrugged. Why not?
"Sure."
"Okay. Great! Well, I am Hermione Weasley and that is Ron Weasley my husband. That is Ginny Potter and Harry Potter." Mrs. Weasley explained. I nodded.
"Shouldn't she already know that, mum?" I heard a voice behind me. I turned to see a boy a couple years younger than me. He had brown hair and blue eyes.
"No, honey. She is like me. Muggle-born." Mrs. Weasley said kindly. I frowned at the name again. It can't be that bad if a mother said that to her child, right? "Rose! How about you show Kaitlyn where to put her suitcase?"
"Yes, mum." said a girl to my left. I turned to see a girl with orangish hair and blue eyes. She was taller than me but not extremely tall. She smiled hugely at me and stuck out her hand. "Name's Rose Weasley. You can call me Rosie if you like."
"Kaitlyn Davis." I smiled back, shaking her hand. She smiled even wider, if that is possible.
"C'mon. We decided to stay here tonight so that we could go shopping tonight and then get to the train station tomorrow without having to use the stupid Floo Powder." Rose said, ushering me towards a set of stairs. Floo Powder? Whatever.
"Okay." I said and hauled the suitcase to the stairs. It was a struggle but soon, with the help of Rose, I got the dang thing up the stairs. Rose opened a door and we walked into some sort of hotel room. Rose hit a button on the wall and suddenly two bunk beds just appeared in front of me. I jumped back. "Whoa!"
"Ya, maybe I should have warned you." Rose muttered. And then she shrugged. "Oh well, pick a bed." she smiled. I picked a top bunk. Rose made a face when I didn't use the latter, I just stepped on the bed underneath and pulled myself up. "I can't stand bunk beds. Neither can Al. We are scared of falling off."
"But the fear and anticipation make it all worth while, don't you think?" I smiled. Rose looked at me like I was crazy.
"That's exactly what I said!" I heard a voice echo across the room. I looked at the door to see James' leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Were you spying on us, Potter?" I asked. James smirked and I couldn't help my eyes narrowing.
"Now why would I spy on you, Davis?"
