Chapter 1 of Kalilina's second year! Woot! Woot! All Harry Potter characters go to J. K. Rowling and not me. c: Enjoy!


Not for the first time, an argument broke out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew and not- really niece's room.

"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

Harry tried again, for the umpteenth time, to explain.

"She's bored," he said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night -"

"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his mustache. "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out."

"Have a heart and let Harry have his owl fly around at night," Kalilina butt in. Uncle Vernon jerked his head toward her.

"Shut up, girl, this does not concern you," he growled, "Unless you want me to get started on your bloody cat."

Kalilina groaned and rolled her eyes. "Not this again . . . look, bitch. It's a cat. What the hell is it going to do? Grow wings and fly off somewhere?"

"It's a cat from your world, there's no telling what it can do," Uncle Vernon said, giving his wife, Petunia a dark look, which she returned.

Harry and Kalilina opened their mouths to argue some more, but Dudley, Petunia and Vernon's son, let out a loud belch.

"I want more bacon."

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance. . . . I don't the sound of that school food. . . ."

"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon heartily. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?"

Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry.

"Pass the frying pan."

"You've forgotten the magic word," said Harry irritably. Kalilina groaned and face-palmed herself. Here we go again. Dudley gasped and fell out of his chair, shaking the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.

"I meant 'please'!" said Harry quickly. "I didn't -"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"

"But I -"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.

"NO ONE THREATENED YOUR FAT ASS CHILD," Kalilina bellowed. Uncle Vernon reached across the table and grabbed Kalilina by her collar.

"THIS IS NOT YOUR FIGHT, GIRL. STAY OUT OF IT," he screamed in her face. Kalilina stared at him with defiance roaring in her crystal blue eyes.

"Any fight that deals with Harry, also deals with me," she told him, punching him square in the face. He threw her back, making her fall back in her chair, which then knocked back; Kalilina fell to the ground with a sickening crunch coming from her head. Harry instantly went over to her, and checked her head.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITIES UNDER THIS ROOF!"

Harry glared at the purple-faced man. "All right. Just don't touch her again."

Uncle Vernon sat back down, staring down at the two children on the floor with hatred. He didn't show any remorse for what he just did Kalilina. He never did. Since the beginning of summer, Kalilina was always the target for Uncle Vernon's anger. She had the bruises to show it, too. All because she and Harry weren't normal. As a matter of fact, they were as not normal as it was possible to be.

Harry Potter and Kalilina Black were a witch and wizard, respectively - a wizard and witch fresh from their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have them back for the holidays - which they definitely were - it didn't match up to how Harry and Kalilina felt.

They missed Hogwarts terribly, and it was like a constant stomachache without it. They missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, their classes (Though not greasy git Snape, the Potions professor), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in their four-poster bed in the tower dormitories, visiting the game-keeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the Wizarding world (six tall goal posts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks).

All Harry and Kalilina's spell books; their wands, robes, cauldrons, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomsticks had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant they had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harry and Kalilina lost their places on the House Quidditch team because they hadn't practiced all summer? What was it to the Dursleys if Harry and Kalilina went back to school without any of their homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not one single drop of magical blood in them.) and as far as they were concerned, having a magical being in the family was of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harry's owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the Wizarding world.

Harry didn't look anything like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neck less, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horse-faced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar. Kalilina wasn't even related to any of them, so no wonder she looked like none of them. She was small and skinny, like Harry, but she was lankier than him. She had normally wavy jet-black hair, which she kept in a ponytail on top of her head. Her hair was that short. She had dark - but not too - dark blue eyes that turned even darker when she was angry. She had freckles that dotted across her nose and on to her cheeks, slightly. She, like Harry, also had a thin-lightning-shaped scar on her forehead, which she covered with her bangs most of the time.

It was this scar that made Harry and Kalilina so particularly unusual, even for a wizard and witch. This scar was the only hint of their mysterious past, of the reason they had been left on the Dursleys' doorstep eleven years before.

At the age of one year old, Harry and Kalilina had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most wizards and witches feared to speak. Harry's parents and Kalilina's mom had died in Voldemort's attack, but they had escaped with their lightning scars and somehow - nobody understood why - Voldemort's powers had been diminished the instant he had failed to kill the children.

So Harry and Kalilina had been brought up by Harry's dead mother's sister and her husband. They had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why they kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys' story of Harry's parents and Kalilina's mother got in a car crash, resulting in their scars.

And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry and Kalilina and the whole story came out. They had taken up their place at wizard school, where they and their scar were famous . . . but now the school year was over, and they were back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like hobos who lived on the street.

The Dursleys hadn't even remembered that today happened to be Harry's twelfth birthday, per usual. Kalilina had remembered, of course, like usual. He didn't expect them to get him anything, but to ignore it completely was taking it to a whole different level. Kalilina promised that when they went to Diagon Alley, she would use money from her account to get him something - and she didn't take no for answer.

At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as well as know, today is a very important day."

Harry looked up, not wanting to believe it. Kalilina looked at him excitedly, smacking his arm repeatedly.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon

Harry went to his toast. Kalilina gave him a sympathetic smile. Of course, Harry thought bitterly. Uncle Vernon was talking about his stupid dinner party. He'd been talking non-stop about it for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills.)

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should be all in position at eight o' clock. Petunia you will be -?"

"In the lounge," Aunt Petunia finished for him, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a completely fake smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"

"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.

'The Mason won't be buying anything if that's what Dudley's going to say' snickered Kalilina.

'They wouldn't even step into the house. They'd run just at the sight of Dudley' sniggered Harry. They tried to keep straight faces so the Dursleys wouldn't get suspicious.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry and Kalilina. "And you two?"

"We'll be in our bedroom, making no noise and pretending we aren't here," Harry said, blandly.

"Exactly," Uncle Vernon said nastily. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen -"

"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.

"And, Dudley, you'll say -"

"May I take you through the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to the air.

"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.

"And you two?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry and Kalilina.

"We'll be in our room blah blah not making any noise blah blah and pretending not to be here blah blah," sighed Kalilina.

"Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia any ideas?"

"Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. . . . Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason. . . ."

"Perfect . . . Dudley?"

"How about - 'we had to write an essay about our hero at school Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you."

This was too much. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, Harry ducked under the table to laughed, while Kalilina just stood there, silently laughing, and holding onto her side.

"And you two?"

Harry and Kalilina sighed, rolled their eyes and groaned out, together, "We'll be in our room, making no noise and pretending we aren't there."

"Too right, you two will," said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "The Masons do not know about you and it will stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. We'll be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."

Kalilina scoffed. Even if Uncle Vernon did manage to make the deal - which she knew he probably wouldn't - the way she and Harry were treated here, wasn't going to change there.

"Right - I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you two," he snarled at Harry and Kalilina. "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."

Harry and Kalilina left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. They crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and Harry sang under his breath,

"Happy birthday to me . . . happy birthday to me . . ."

No cards, no parents ("Yet," Kalilina reminded him, "yet.") and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. The only thing that made this day worth while is because he had Kalilina with him. They gazed miserably into the hedge. They had never felt lonelier. Well, they had each other of course, but they've had each other for twelve years now. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry and Kalilina missed their best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn't seem to be missing the pair at all. Neither of them had written to Harry and Kalilina all summer, even though Ron said he was going to ask them to come and stay.

Countless times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. However, the Dursleys did not know this and Harry and Kalilina weren't planning on telling them. For the first couple of weeks, it was hilarious muttering nonsense under their breaths and watching Dudley speed out the room as fast he could. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made them feel so cut off from the magical world and even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal - and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten Harry's birthday.

What wouldn't they give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? Hell, they'd even be almost glad to get a glimpse of their arch nemesis, Draco Malfoy, just to make sure everything hadn't been a dream . . .

Not that their whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry and Kalilina had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to gain power. Harry and Kalilina had slipped through Voldemort's clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and even now, weeks later, Harry and Kalilina kept waking up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering livid face, his mad wide eyes.

Kalilina multiple times, as she found she was staring at the hedge - and it was staring right back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves. Kalilina stood up and edged closer to the hedge. Harry jumped up, as well, just as a jeering voice floated across the yard

"I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward them.

The huge eyes blinked and vanished.

"What?" said Harry, not removing his eyes from the hedge.

"I know what day it is," he repeated, standing in front of them.

"Oh, so you've finally completed kindergarten, have you," snickered Kalilina. "Or have you just now learned the days of the week? Are you moving on to your ABCs next?"

"Today's your birthday, dear cousin," Dudley sneered at Harry. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you any friends at the freak school of yours?"

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about our school, you might catch it," smirked Harry.

Dudley pulled up his trousers, which were slipping down his humungous bottom.

"Why're staring at the edge?" he said suspiciously.

"Oh, Kalilina and I are trying to decide which spell to use on the hedge. We want to set it on fire," said Harry.

Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face.

"You c-can't - Dad told you you're not to do magic - he said he'll chuck you out of the house - and you haven't go anywhere else to go - you haven't got any friends to take you two -"

"Jiggery pokery!" Harry said fiercely.

"Alakazam!"

"Hocus pocus -"

"Squiggly wah wah –"

"MUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back to the house. "MUUUM! They're doing you know what again!"

Harry and Kalilina paid dearly for their moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was damaged, Aunt Petunia knew they didn't do any magic, but she till aimed a hard blow at their heads; Kalilina yelled 'Child abuse!' as she ducked. Then she gave them work to do, with the promise they'd never eat again until they'd finished.

While Dudley lolled around watching and ice cream, Harry and Kalilina cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flower beds, pruned and watered the roses, and re-painted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of their necks. They knew they shouldn't have risen to Dudley's bait, but Dudley had said the very thing they had been thinking themselves . . . maybe they didn't have any friends at Hogwarts.

Wish they could see the famous duo now, they thought savagely as they spread manure on the flower beds, their backs aching, sweating running down their faces.

It was half past eleven in the evening when at last, exhausted; they heard Aunt Petunia calling them in.

"Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!"

They moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.

"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to four slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress.

Harry and Kalilina washed their hands and bolted down their pitiful dinner. Then the moment they had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away their plates. "Upstairs! Hurry!"

As they passed the door to the living room, they caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"Remember - one sound -"

"Oh, shut the fuck up and go be the kiss ass you are," snapped Kalilina, pulling Harry top their room. Harry shut the door quietly behind them and was about to collapse on his bed.

That wouldn't have been a problem . . .

If some one wasn't already sitting on it.


Year 2, guise! I'm really excited for this year. C: Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!

- Maraudin'likeaboss. Xx