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Hi guys, Tim here and I am (finally) reposting this story. I uploaded it around Easter time but it had major plot failures and stuff which made it confusing for the reader. I may have slight trouble uploading with exams in 2 weeks time, luckily nothing too important this year, but it means that my free time is severely shortened. For now though, I have read through and fixed the previous parts of the story so may I now present,
Caitlin Lillian Potter and the Room of Requirements, Chapter 1, Take 2:
"CAITLIN LILLIAN POTTER GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Uncle Vernon demanded. Caitlin just sighed. She was still grieving from the events the previous month. She had led her friends into a trap and they had nearly been killed. She had led Sirius into a trap and he died because of it. It was her fault that Sirius had died and her fault that Hermione, her best friend, had been laying in the hospital wing unconscious for days. She just wasn't in the mood for Uncle Vernon's yelling anymore.
When she finally finished all the chores that evening, she picked up her clothes and shoved them in her trunk. She then pulled back the loose floorboard and pulled out her prized possessions, the picture album with pictures of her parents in it, the few pounds that she had managed to collect over the years, a measly £2.86, and the little velvet lined box that held her most prized possession, a gold necklace with a stag on it. She packed all these in her trunk before picking it up and pulling it downstairs along with Hedwig's cage.
She pulled the trunk into the lounge and set it on the floor. She then pulled out a tiny bag of black powder from her pocket, that Sirius had given her if she needed to make a quick getaway. She then grabbed a pinch and threw it into the fireplace. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" she said before pushing her trunk into the green flames. She then quickly grabbed Hedwig and ran through the flames herself, leaving a small piece of parchment on the floor.
Being the holidays, Caitlin expected to find Hogwarts all quiet but instead, she appeared out of the fireplace in the great hall to find all the teachers at the head's table. Professor McGonagall jumped when Caitlin fell over her trunk and fell face flat on the floor, cracking her glasses, before standing up and walking out of the room, not even acknowledging the teachers were there. "Albus, what was all that about?" she asked with a stern voice
"Minerva my dear, I have absolutely no idea"
Caitlin was incredibly annoyed to find the password for the Gryffindor common room had been changed already.
"Damn it" she pouted at the fat lady "Why won't you just let me in?"
"Because I need the password" she explained "I am forbidden to let anybody pass without the password, even a professor" and Caitlin picked up her stuff and walked off, muttering something about portraits being so bloody stubborn. Ten minutes later, she appeared in the room of requirement. She placed her trunk in the wardrobe and lay down on the bed that had appeared before her. She was asleep within seconds.
It was the following morning when the Dursleys woke up to find a small piece of paper in the centre of the floor. It read,
Dursleys
I hate you
You hate me
I'm leaving you
For eternity.
Your mortal enemy,
The freak that used to reside under the stairs, also called 'girl', occasionally known as Caitlin
It was two days later when Uncle Vernon was sober enough to go back to work.