OK. This is my first attempt at a HP fic. The idea came to me after the
fifth book for an unknown reason. Maybe it's because J.K.R. just killed
off my favorite character! *calms herself *. I will remain calm and I
won't hold any grudges. Anyway.
This takes place during Harry's fifth year. It about a girl in Ravenclaw that can't be seen. Cliché? Yes, I know, but it's fun to write. She can only be seen by those who have seen Voldermort, because her dad was a fathead. It was a mix of to spells that hit her as an infant (in voldie's presence) that caused this strange 'fate'.
On with the story!
Chapter 1. Prologue.
The candle was dead again. In had burnt all the way down to the end of the wick and died. She sighed and pushed it into the trashcan and moved to get another one. Magic over the holiday was forbidden, so she couldn't just 'redo' the wax and wick. She pulled a tan colored candle from the cupboard and lit it. The flame was dull at first, but as the wax around it bubbled it grew higher. She looked back at her book on the bed and sighed.
It was always the same. She stayed at school every summer with the teachers and ghosts. It wasn't entirely bad, but it made her feel unwanted at times. Then again, she supposed, it was better than staying with her father in Azkaban. She shuddered just thinking of the place. She had visited him once and ate chocolate for a week straight. She shook her head again and sat back on her bed, pulling one of her faded quilts around her shoulder. It was so cold in the dungeons at times. No matter what time of year.
The hourglass to her left was dropping sand quicker than she would have wanted. Her godfather would come in and tell her she needed to sleep soon. She snorted and closed her book. She didn't need to read it anymore anyways. Her over holiday homework had been finished three weeks into the summer, with an extra foot to each essay. She was so bored during break that she didn't have anything else to do, but study and read. O.W.L's would be easy for her this year.
There was a knock at the door that made her look up. Professor Snape's head appeared in the doorway.
"Ather, you should go to sleep now," he said, more in a demanding tone than a suggesting one. She nodded her head and placed her books on her shelf. Snape looked at her a moment before speaking again. "Make sure you're dressed properly tomorrow," he said then shut the door.
She nodded to herself and moved over to her closet. She pulled out a pair of gray polyester pants and a forest green tank top. She looked out the window and grabbed a gray sweater; it would be a bit chilly tomorrow. She pushed aside her robes and pulled out her knee high lace-up boots. They always kept her legs warm and didn't have much of a heel. She placed the said clothes on her desk and moved back to her closet to throw on a pair of pajamas (Tank top and boxers) then sat on her bed.
The room around her danced in the light from the light of her candle, allowing shadows to take tricky forms. This was the room she had known nearly ten years. Her second Aunt, Narcissa, had decided that she didn't want to raise her in the same house as her betrothed and handed her over to the care of her Godfather when she turned five.
Hogwarts had been her home since she was five. She shook her head and gave a wry smile to her pillow. She pulled the covers up around her and blew out the candle. She watched the smoke filter up into the air until it was no more. Smoke was always a nice thing to watch. She rolled over and hugged her 'huggy pillow'. Tomorrow she would be going to Diagon Alley for school supplies and after that, Snape had said, they would be going to see the Order.
She smiled. She could go and see her Uncle. He always made her laugh and seemed like the father she *wished* she had. Then again, wishing never lead to anything good in the Wizarding World.
She was Catherine Lestrange, after all.
Ok! That's the end of the Prologue! Please tell me what you think. Reviews help me write a story. Plus they make me feel all fuzzy inside. If you have any direct questions you want to have answered then email me at FaltoraDragon@aol.com.
Tora
This takes place during Harry's fifth year. It about a girl in Ravenclaw that can't be seen. Cliché? Yes, I know, but it's fun to write. She can only be seen by those who have seen Voldermort, because her dad was a fathead. It was a mix of to spells that hit her as an infant (in voldie's presence) that caused this strange 'fate'.
On with the story!
Chapter 1. Prologue.
The candle was dead again. In had burnt all the way down to the end of the wick and died. She sighed and pushed it into the trashcan and moved to get another one. Magic over the holiday was forbidden, so she couldn't just 'redo' the wax and wick. She pulled a tan colored candle from the cupboard and lit it. The flame was dull at first, but as the wax around it bubbled it grew higher. She looked back at her book on the bed and sighed.
It was always the same. She stayed at school every summer with the teachers and ghosts. It wasn't entirely bad, but it made her feel unwanted at times. Then again, she supposed, it was better than staying with her father in Azkaban. She shuddered just thinking of the place. She had visited him once and ate chocolate for a week straight. She shook her head again and sat back on her bed, pulling one of her faded quilts around her shoulder. It was so cold in the dungeons at times. No matter what time of year.
The hourglass to her left was dropping sand quicker than she would have wanted. Her godfather would come in and tell her she needed to sleep soon. She snorted and closed her book. She didn't need to read it anymore anyways. Her over holiday homework had been finished three weeks into the summer, with an extra foot to each essay. She was so bored during break that she didn't have anything else to do, but study and read. O.W.L's would be easy for her this year.
There was a knock at the door that made her look up. Professor Snape's head appeared in the doorway.
"Ather, you should go to sleep now," he said, more in a demanding tone than a suggesting one. She nodded her head and placed her books on her shelf. Snape looked at her a moment before speaking again. "Make sure you're dressed properly tomorrow," he said then shut the door.
She nodded to herself and moved over to her closet. She pulled out a pair of gray polyester pants and a forest green tank top. She looked out the window and grabbed a gray sweater; it would be a bit chilly tomorrow. She pushed aside her robes and pulled out her knee high lace-up boots. They always kept her legs warm and didn't have much of a heel. She placed the said clothes on her desk and moved back to her closet to throw on a pair of pajamas (Tank top and boxers) then sat on her bed.
The room around her danced in the light from the light of her candle, allowing shadows to take tricky forms. This was the room she had known nearly ten years. Her second Aunt, Narcissa, had decided that she didn't want to raise her in the same house as her betrothed and handed her over to the care of her Godfather when she turned five.
Hogwarts had been her home since she was five. She shook her head and gave a wry smile to her pillow. She pulled the covers up around her and blew out the candle. She watched the smoke filter up into the air until it was no more. Smoke was always a nice thing to watch. She rolled over and hugged her 'huggy pillow'. Tomorrow she would be going to Diagon Alley for school supplies and after that, Snape had said, they would be going to see the Order.
She smiled. She could go and see her Uncle. He always made her laugh and seemed like the father she *wished* she had. Then again, wishing never lead to anything good in the Wizarding World.
She was Catherine Lestrange, after all.
Ok! That's the end of the Prologue! Please tell me what you think. Reviews help me write a story. Plus they make me feel all fuzzy inside. If you have any direct questions you want to have answered then email me at FaltoraDragon@aol.com.
Tora