CHAPTER ONE
THE NIGHT THE RAIN FELL
She ran, her heart beating almost in unison with her feet slamming down in the puddles the ran and the roads had created. In the darkness of the night, she ran, seeing the breath in front of her face, but had been beardly able to see much of anything else past the storm.
She stopped, realizing she had been running as far as she could run, and stretched out her side, because she had a stitch in her side. She was completely drenched, soaked to the core. Her coat was remarkably useless, even thought it had been made to withstand rain. Blending in with the night, she almost felt safe, wearing a black shirt, skirt, shoes and jacket, even her hair had been black, and from the running in he rain, almost seemed straight when in fact it had been extremely curly. The only thing that hadn't blended, was her pale skin, as if she had seen a ghost, it hadn't been this pale in a long time, and her yellow eyes, which were her favorite feature.
She didn't know weather to move or not, for suddenly she felt a shiver up her spine, and she slowly turned around, realizing there had been a man in a black clock in the middle of the night. A wolf walked forward from behind the man, a black wolf, and she knew he wouldn't remain distant all night, as he started to chase her, she ran once again.
Running even faster then before, now adapting to the slipping in puddles, having an almost equal advantage to the wolf. She never looked back, but sensed the wolf running closer and closer, and if she looked back, she would probably fall in a puddle and be mauled to death.
In an attempt to loose the wolf, she tried taking a short cut, but, the wolf followed, and the short cut only seemed to make his attack on her shorter, as it had been a dead end.
Noticing the large brick wall that threatened her escape, she tried hiding behind some trash cans, the wolf slowed, as he sniffed around.
Suddenly, as if from the sky, a man flew down on a broom stick, completely drenched but seeming had ice hanging from his robes, and funny looking robes they were.
He proceeded to pull out a wand and a blue light came from it as the wolf tried to pin him against the wall, and the wolf flew back, before the feet of a brown and grey wolf. The black wolf shook it off, standing up, and all three attacked the man, but he used another spell, and they seemed to hit a wall, and bounced off, but this time, as they landed, they became a bundle of cloth that stood up to become two men and a women in cloaks.
They all pulled out wands, and in unison tried a strange spell, the man jumped on his broom stick and grabbed the girl who had thought she had a wonderful hiding place, pulling her behind him, and they flew away as the brick wall had been disregarded and exposed the building that had been hidden behind it.
She never asked anything, she was on a broom, riding with some man who she never in her wildest dreams would have thought would be so real, and so powerful, and kind as to save her life, when he didn't have to.
***
Professor McGonagall sat at a table across from Professor Snape, planing some schedules for the up coming school year, and started to hear some mumbling.
"Do you hear that?" McGonagall asked.
"Hear what?" Snape asked.
She stood up, as the mumbling got loader, "It sounds like someone is singing, or mumbling," she said, walking out of that door, and into a another room, where the mumbling had become increasable loader.
Dumbledore walked down with the sorting hat, who had been the source of the terrible sound.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"It seems he's being effected my some spell, I myself haven't got a clue," he said, handing her the hat.
"This isn't a good sign," she realized.
"No," agreed Snape.
Finch ran down the hall, "The ___ quill turned black, and is scribbling over all of the papers," he said.
McGonagall looked at Albus, and realized that something terrible was about to happen, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, but if we don't do something soon... I'm afraid what might happen to the first years this year."
"Any extreme families coming into the school?" Snape asked.
"No, the last person was Harry Potter, not another wizard or witch exist that could cause anything like this to happen."
"I'm afraid there is," Dumbledore said, the others looking in shock.
"But.." McGonagall tried to figure out what he was talking about.
***
Finally, she landed on real ground, and maybe this strange man would be able to explain something to her. First she looked around, they had landed at a large castle.
"Who are you? Where is this?" she asked, bombarding him with questions.
"Sorry, I'm Oliver Wood, and this is my home, your welcome to come in to get dry," he said.
"Oh?"
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Oh, Kat."
"Just Kat?"
"Well, yeah, but I prefer Kat," she had guessed he was trying to figure out her last name, but hadn't a clue why.
She walked into the large castle, where a large hall had greeted them, and she had become completely dry, as did he.
Now in the light of the castle, she realized he was quite impressive. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, and still the strange clothes.
"How?" she asked, wondering how she had been completely dry.
"Just a spell," he said.
"A spell?" she asked.
"Yeah, you know, might of been a curse, don't know that much about this castle, I inherited it last year."
"Your a wizard, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, putting his broom stick in a closet.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
She realized she was, "A little bit."
"OK," he walked her to the burgundy colored living room, by a large fire place.
He used his want to start a fire, which he new according to her standards would be very impressive.
"I'll go see what I have," he walked into the kitchen.
She couldn't help but thinking of how sad it must have been living in such a large place all alone, and he had to be in college or something at his age, it was rather far away from everything.
He walked back in, "I have some pie, that's the only thing that's still edible."
She laughed, "OK."
It didn't take long for the conversation to turn to the wolves, and the reasoning behind the attack.
"Why were they chasing you?" he asked.
She looked at the floor, scraping the last bit of pudding off of the plate, "I don't know."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not lying, that's a complete blank in my book also, I don't know what I did to that guy, and why did they turn into people?"
"That's a transfiguration spell," he started, taking her plate, "What man?"
"There was a man standing, I saw him before I saw the wolfs."
"Oh," he said, walking into the kitchen again.
"So, you fly a broom stick?"
"Yeah, I'm a professional quiditch player."
"Quiditch?"
"It's a game, you play it in the air, and... well, it's really confusing," he realized, when talking to a muggle, it's best not to bring up that many details.
An owl flew in from the upstairs, and dropped the man a letter.
He read it.
"Wow, looks like you'll have to spend the night," he said, "I'll show you to a room."
"I really have to get home, my cat needs feed."
"You have a cat?"
"Yeah," she said, following him up the spiral stair case.
"That was my owl, I wanted a cat, but I figured it was better that way I wouldn't have to pay for my mail," he explained.
"Owls deliver the mail?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
She didn't want to sound childish with something stupid and shut up.
He laughed a little, "Here you go," he opened the door.
"This is bigger then my apartment," she said, walking into the room, that was amazing looking, it almost glowed, all from one candle on a dresser.
"Good night," he said, shutting the door.
"Thank you," she said, waiting for him to leave in order to do anything.
***
Harry looked at his ceiling, another summer in hell, as Hedgwig flew into the room, dropping a letter, horror filled his face.
***
The Weslys owl flew into the window, but then into the house by the second try and delivered Ron a letter.
"What?" he said in shock.
"Let me see," Ginny said, taking it, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as tears started to fall to the floor.
Ron ran to his room, to write harry a letter, and sent it to him, while at Hermonies house she did the same.
THE NIGHT THE RAIN FELL
She ran, her heart beating almost in unison with her feet slamming down in the puddles the ran and the roads had created. In the darkness of the night, she ran, seeing the breath in front of her face, but had been beardly able to see much of anything else past the storm.
She stopped, realizing she had been running as far as she could run, and stretched out her side, because she had a stitch in her side. She was completely drenched, soaked to the core. Her coat was remarkably useless, even thought it had been made to withstand rain. Blending in with the night, she almost felt safe, wearing a black shirt, skirt, shoes and jacket, even her hair had been black, and from the running in he rain, almost seemed straight when in fact it had been extremely curly. The only thing that hadn't blended, was her pale skin, as if she had seen a ghost, it hadn't been this pale in a long time, and her yellow eyes, which were her favorite feature.
She didn't know weather to move or not, for suddenly she felt a shiver up her spine, and she slowly turned around, realizing there had been a man in a black clock in the middle of the night. A wolf walked forward from behind the man, a black wolf, and she knew he wouldn't remain distant all night, as he started to chase her, she ran once again.
Running even faster then before, now adapting to the slipping in puddles, having an almost equal advantage to the wolf. She never looked back, but sensed the wolf running closer and closer, and if she looked back, she would probably fall in a puddle and be mauled to death.
In an attempt to loose the wolf, she tried taking a short cut, but, the wolf followed, and the short cut only seemed to make his attack on her shorter, as it had been a dead end.
Noticing the large brick wall that threatened her escape, she tried hiding behind some trash cans, the wolf slowed, as he sniffed around.
Suddenly, as if from the sky, a man flew down on a broom stick, completely drenched but seeming had ice hanging from his robes, and funny looking robes they were.
He proceeded to pull out a wand and a blue light came from it as the wolf tried to pin him against the wall, and the wolf flew back, before the feet of a brown and grey wolf. The black wolf shook it off, standing up, and all three attacked the man, but he used another spell, and they seemed to hit a wall, and bounced off, but this time, as they landed, they became a bundle of cloth that stood up to become two men and a women in cloaks.
They all pulled out wands, and in unison tried a strange spell, the man jumped on his broom stick and grabbed the girl who had thought she had a wonderful hiding place, pulling her behind him, and they flew away as the brick wall had been disregarded and exposed the building that had been hidden behind it.
She never asked anything, she was on a broom, riding with some man who she never in her wildest dreams would have thought would be so real, and so powerful, and kind as to save her life, when he didn't have to.
***
Professor McGonagall sat at a table across from Professor Snape, planing some schedules for the up coming school year, and started to hear some mumbling.
"Do you hear that?" McGonagall asked.
"Hear what?" Snape asked.
She stood up, as the mumbling got loader, "It sounds like someone is singing, or mumbling," she said, walking out of that door, and into a another room, where the mumbling had become increasable loader.
Dumbledore walked down with the sorting hat, who had been the source of the terrible sound.
"What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"It seems he's being effected my some spell, I myself haven't got a clue," he said, handing her the hat.
"This isn't a good sign," she realized.
"No," agreed Snape.
Finch ran down the hall, "The ___ quill turned black, and is scribbling over all of the papers," he said.
McGonagall looked at Albus, and realized that something terrible was about to happen, "What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, but if we don't do something soon... I'm afraid what might happen to the first years this year."
"Any extreme families coming into the school?" Snape asked.
"No, the last person was Harry Potter, not another wizard or witch exist that could cause anything like this to happen."
"I'm afraid there is," Dumbledore said, the others looking in shock.
"But.." McGonagall tried to figure out what he was talking about.
***
Finally, she landed on real ground, and maybe this strange man would be able to explain something to her. First she looked around, they had landed at a large castle.
"Who are you? Where is this?" she asked, bombarding him with questions.
"Sorry, I'm Oliver Wood, and this is my home, your welcome to come in to get dry," he said.
"Oh?"
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Oh, Kat."
"Just Kat?"
"Well, yeah, but I prefer Kat," she had guessed he was trying to figure out her last name, but hadn't a clue why.
She walked into the large castle, where a large hall had greeted them, and she had become completely dry, as did he.
Now in the light of the castle, she realized he was quite impressive. He had light brown hair, blue eyes, and still the strange clothes.
"How?" she asked, wondering how she had been completely dry.
"Just a spell," he said.
"A spell?" she asked.
"Yeah, you know, might of been a curse, don't know that much about this castle, I inherited it last year."
"Your a wizard, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, putting his broom stick in a closet.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
She realized she was, "A little bit."
"OK," he walked her to the burgundy colored living room, by a large fire place.
He used his want to start a fire, which he new according to her standards would be very impressive.
"I'll go see what I have," he walked into the kitchen.
She couldn't help but thinking of how sad it must have been living in such a large place all alone, and he had to be in college or something at his age, it was rather far away from everything.
He walked back in, "I have some pie, that's the only thing that's still edible."
She laughed, "OK."
It didn't take long for the conversation to turn to the wolves, and the reasoning behind the attack.
"Why were they chasing you?" he asked.
She looked at the floor, scraping the last bit of pudding off of the plate, "I don't know."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not lying, that's a complete blank in my book also, I don't know what I did to that guy, and why did they turn into people?"
"That's a transfiguration spell," he started, taking her plate, "What man?"
"There was a man standing, I saw him before I saw the wolfs."
"Oh," he said, walking into the kitchen again.
"So, you fly a broom stick?"
"Yeah, I'm a professional quiditch player."
"Quiditch?"
"It's a game, you play it in the air, and... well, it's really confusing," he realized, when talking to a muggle, it's best not to bring up that many details.
An owl flew in from the upstairs, and dropped the man a letter.
He read it.
"Wow, looks like you'll have to spend the night," he said, "I'll show you to a room."
"I really have to get home, my cat needs feed."
"You have a cat?"
"Yeah," she said, following him up the spiral stair case.
"That was my owl, I wanted a cat, but I figured it was better that way I wouldn't have to pay for my mail," he explained.
"Owls deliver the mail?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
She didn't want to sound childish with something stupid and shut up.
He laughed a little, "Here you go," he opened the door.
"This is bigger then my apartment," she said, walking into the room, that was amazing looking, it almost glowed, all from one candle on a dresser.
"Good night," he said, shutting the door.
"Thank you," she said, waiting for him to leave in order to do anything.
***
Harry looked at his ceiling, another summer in hell, as Hedgwig flew into the room, dropping a letter, horror filled his face.
***
The Weslys owl flew into the window, but then into the house by the second try and delivered Ron a letter.
"What?" he said in shock.
"Let me see," Ginny said, taking it, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head as tears started to fall to the floor.
Ron ran to his room, to write harry a letter, and sent it to him, while at Hermonies house she did the same.