Title: Our Little Catastrophe

Author: kakkoii-me

Disclaimer: JK Rowling...owns the shizz and all...except for me OCs


Catastrophe Number Two

"My god have you heard the things that people have been whispering about on Cornelia Fermur and her older 'boyfriend'," gushed Kathy as we strolled through the crowded platform of 9 ¾. Mum had dropped me off a couple minutes ago, where we held our 'tearful' goodbye, and only seconds after that, I was leeched on by the one and only Kathy Denlyon.

"Probably not," I confessed. As we boarded the train, we both walked down the compartments' aisle which were all filled with over-excited first-years, and the 'too cool for you' seventh years. My eyes lingered on a couple compartments filled with loud noises and laughs and I couldn't help but envy them a little.

"Well, apparently Cornelia ran away from home (god knows why, that girl is filthy rich!) and just happens to stay over at Beckham's home, you know the good looking bloke who was helping out with Professor Sprouts' plants last year," I nodded, pretending to pay attention – a quite hard task if you ask me. "And well, keep this in mind, Beckham's engaged. Alright, engaged,"

I frowned and looked down at Kathy's small, slim frame. Kathy was surprisingly short, barely at the height of my chin, yet her physical features were very well pronounced, and she had these freckles that only added to her child-like innocence, which was quite contradictory since she was but the bane of innocence. Her silky straight almond hair cascaded her shoulders, and her bright chocolate eyes held a sense of domination and leadership.

"And…?"

Her eyes flashed down on me and she snapped,

"How dim-witted are you! If a sixteen year old is staying at the house of a twenty-two year old, do you not suspect anything?"

Yeap. That was Kathy Denlyon for you. The 'go-to' person for gossip, the 'never-go-to' for arguing, and, if you were smart enough, best to avoid at all times. And why did she hang out with me? The answer was simple.

"Black's coming this way!" Her eyes caught a sudden shine and she grinned like the devil himself. I craned my neck to see him walking our way, a couple meters away, looking quite interested in the conversation that he and his fellow mate, James Potter, were holding. "Act stupid!" Without thinking (or hopefully not anyway), she pushed me.

Now I truly do believe that I'm a pretty coordinated person – I mean flying a broom earns you a couple brownie points right? The thing is, you just won't realize how strong a person is, especially a short person, until they push you. And I'm not lying; Kathy's strength is to never be underestimated.

Not that I was expecting anything different; I've been abused to this behavior since second year, when Kathy realized just how vital of human being I could be to her– I'm not called 'Catastrophe Cassie' for nothing. As the Hogwarts saying says 'If there's trouble, there's bound to be Marauders around there'.

But the thing that I really didn't expect were the two hands that expertly caught me, and swept me up beautifully, before my little behind would so painfully hit the ground. Dazed, I looked up to lock eyes with mischievous stormy pair of eyes, his elegant rose lips tugging into smile, before he winked at me.

"Sirius Black," I stated plainly, noticing at just how dangerously close we were. He chuckled, letting me go.

"It's little Cassie the Catastrophe!" He showed off such a big smile that I wondered how many wrinkles he would acquire at his elderly stage. One too many, if you ask me. I raised my eyebrows, surprised he still used the nickname he had given me back in First Year. The story behind it was a simple one (I fail terribly in potions – one may now guess how I got the nickname).

"Hey Sirius," Kathy purred from behind me. Now I swear – I truly do, that I tried to keep a straight face. But the thing is, when someone like Kathy is so blindly and obviously throwing themselves at someone like Sirius, it's hilarious. I bit my lip and caught sight of James also biting back a smile, where as Sirius just smirked, his eyes wandering over her body.

I knew the rumors about Black: a womanizer and a charmer, up to the point where one could wonder if they were falling in love. And then a couple days later you'd see another girl latched on his arm. The longest I heard he ever stuck with a girl was with Beatrice Summers, for a total of three weeks. Beatrice Summers –she was a nice girl, ignoring the fact that she is currently stationed at St. Mungo's Hospital for some sort of mental issue. I remember her as my partner in Herbology last year (she was a Hufflepuff) and recall her being quite a cheery girl, for a person that received so many death threats. Come to think of it, she was a bit too cheery the last time I saw her…

"Kathy Denlyon. Prettier every year," he complimented, his lips curling into a flirtatious smile, which she fervently returned. I watch the both of them with an air of slight interest. I knew that Kathy was head over heels in love with him, and the sole purpose of hanging out with me was to see Sirius Black. Since I had no feelings towards him whatsoever, Kathy was more than happy to pretend to be my friend knowing that I wouldn't be a threat to her 'relationship'.

Before I knew it, the both of them were walking down the corridors, a little too close for my liking.

"He really can't help himself," I turned around noticing James Potter also watching the two of them enter an empty compartment. His framed eyes met mine, and he grinned.

"So how's your summer been Cass?" I couldn't help but give him a small smile. Can you blame him? His smiles were contagious!

"Fine; any luck with Evans?" James and I were acquaintances, you could say. He and I held some conversations last year on various topics (Quidditch, Lily, etc.). I was quite surprised that he actually came up to talk with me – I mean out of my five years at Hogwarts, barely anyone came up to me to hold a conversation, or to greet me at the least. It was like I was infected by some deadly disease.

James groaned and ran a hand through his already untidy hair.

"School hasn't started yet and I've been screamed at already – screamed," he stressed the word screamed as if it held any importance. Not that I really saw one – you could always hear Lily screech her head off when it came to Potter.

"I mean how you can scream at me – the James Potter! The grand and magnificent Potter who's led our Quidditch team to victory every time, and can woo any girl under a minute!" I stood there silently watching James list every trait he had and couldn't help but understand why Lily has refused to date James so many times.

"I mean, I even tried a new tactic! You see Pad- I mean Sirius gave me this Muggle book on girls, that he reckoned worked like magic, but turned out to be pure rubbish!"

Unconsciously, he started to walk back toward his compartment, and I followed unknowingly, only paying attention to James' rant on Muggle pick-up lines.

"Which one did you use?" I asked slightly curious. He cheeks immediately reddened, and he sighed,

"Umh, well it goes, 'Is your dad retarded, 'cause you're one special girl',"

"…"

"…"

"And she didn't slap you?"

"Surprisingly, no," he beamed at me as if he had achieved something special. "Besides the usual threats and cussing, Evans was being her quaint and charming self,"

I cracked another smile, and we both stopped infront of James' compartment. As he entered, greeting his two other mates, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, he looked back gesturing for me to follow.

"You gonna stand there like a dummy or what?" I blushed, and stepped into the small enclosed room, shyly greeting his friends. James sat next to Remus and was soon involved in what seemed like an important conversation. I glanced at Peter who was staring at me; his watery blue eyes brimmed up with questions, as if wondering who I was. Awkwardly, I decided to seat next to him.

Just as I was making myself comfortable against the crimson cushions of the seat, I heard a noise that I never wish to ever hear again.

Crack –

Almost immediately conversations stopped, and three pairs of eyes looked up at me. I returned their gaze, just as confused. Frowning, I stood up to see on what I had sat on. To my horror, I gasped as I picked up two clean-cut halves of a wand.

"M-my w-wand," choked Peter. Immediately I paled and looked up to see Peter near to tears.

Oh, shit.


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