A/N: OK, know that the hell of midterms is over; I am going to start working on Chapter 2…Yah! OK, So like I said, I will be concentrating on Catherine in this story, but that doesn't mean I won't look in on Rain and family every now and then…I realized that i never said where Jacob went to school, since he is three years younger then Catherine. He goes to school in France, where Harry is living now.....ok?
Songs: Michael Buble- Lost & Ashley Gearing- Can You Hear Me When I Talk To You (ok, it keeps putting the songs in one lump. it won't let me separate it, so bear with me ok?)
Chapter 2:
Catherine sat down after the train pulled out of sight from the station, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She didn't like leaving her mother alone, even if Kenneth was there, because she knew that her mother could fall into depression easily thinking about her father.
She never properly grieved for her father, her mother unknowingly keeping her attention on her and her baby brother. After Kenneth was born, Catherine refused to allow any tears to fall as she helped raise him. But she wasn't a cold person, in fact she was a warm, cheerful person in school, never letting any see her do anything but smile or laugh, quite like her mother while she attended Hogwarts.
But thoughts of what her father would be doing right now if he was alive never stopped creeping into her head, a reminder that his death was always on her mind. She fiddled with the small pendent that never left her neck; the last present she had received from her father. It was triple moon with garnet gemstone on the full moon, her birthstone, and an inscription on the back in old elvish: Diennna Lythis Kianna Fulla or "beloved gem of my soul". She held back as a sob as the memory played through her mind, causing her to crash down onto the seat, knees drawn to her chest.
Catherine was sitting between her mother and her Uncle Draco as her Uncle Harry told a funny story, but all attention was drawn to Biddy the house elf when a large cinnamon-vanilla cake was brought into the room, seven large birthday candles on top of it. Everyone started singing to her as they moved to the table, when warm hands brought her into a familiar hold.
"Sorry I'm late princess."
"Daddy!" She whispered, turning to hug him.
"I'm happy I didn't miss the cake. Oh, Cathy, I got something for you here." Tom whispered back, kneeling down in front of his daughter, giving her a small black box.
Opening it, Catherine gave a small gasp, kissing her father's cheek before rushing to her mother, who smiled and teared up as well, giving Tom a knowing look when she read the inscription. Everyone turned to the cake again while Tom wrapped her arms around Rain's waist, his hands resting on her slight baby bump.
Tears poured down her face as Catherine's shoulders rocked with silent sobs. She knew her Elvin powers were starting to come in full force again when the doors locked and music began playing while she curled up tight against the window.
"Every night I have the same dream
The one where you get to hold me
We laugh and talk until the morning
And then you vanish, yeah
It always leaves me feeling helpless
When I wake up and you're not there
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do you know how much I'd love to be with you?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I just knew
Living in this world without you
I constantly search through my memories
Hoping that I find some treasures
That I passed over,yeah
All that I took for granted
Means so much now and I won't let it go
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I never said some things that I meant to
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I just knew?"
When all energy left her body, Catherine fell into a silent sleep, arms still wrapped tightly around her knees. The door remained locked and all any saw through the pulled curtains was the sleeping princess, body brought into a tight ball next to the window.
THREE HOURS LATER
Breathing in the moisture filled air, Catherine rushed into the nearest carriage just as the sky opened up, drenching all who followed her into the 'horse-less' carriage. Catherine could see the gaunt, ink black creatures pulling the carriages towards Hogwarts, another reminder of her father's death.
She made it into Hogwarts without being soaked, made it through the sorting feast without anyone talking to her and now found herself halfway to Ravenclaw tower when she was pulled into a nearby alcove. Half expecting her boyfriend Jason, she smiled a small, sultry grin, but blonde hair threw her; her boyfriend had black hair, not platinum blo-
"Don't you dare scream, Cathy. I just got my hearing back and although I want to hear your voice, I'd rather not find out if you have your mother's lungs."
Tears pricked her eyes as her fingers shacked violently as they gently touched the smiling face before collapsing into her uncle's arms, sobs once again violently shaking her body as graceful Veela arms held her protectively against a warm chest. When she finally regained her breathe, she whispered
"How is this possible? I saw you die in Uncle Harry's arms, how are you here?"
"If I had truly died, Harry wouldn't be here anymore. Veelas can't live without their mates, princess. The same goes for your mother's Elvin blood." Draco whispered back.
Catherine jerked back, eyes full of disbelief and anger. "Lies, if father didn't really die, then why did he stay away?!" She hissed, eyes glowing dangerously red.
"We didn't stay in this world, but we didn't die! I don't know how to explain it, but some fucking deity stole us form this world to use us for her fucking plan. Do you think I liked being away from my mate and child or the bloody fact that my little girl was killed from that poison? Catherine, I have been trying for the last six years to get back to all of you, as has your father, but that fucking deity kept us in her world." Draco punched the wall behind him, tears streaming down his pale skin.
Catherine was pale as snow as she took in her uncle's words, realizing that he was right, on far too many levels. She walked forward, wrapping her arms around him again, her eyes free from tears this time though. She was thinking hard as she sat both of them down, her uncle now watching her intently.
" You look just like her when you think. I would know you anywhere, princess." He said, kissing her cheek.
She was silent for some time before she stood facing him with her magic sparking around her. "Where's father?"
"He will be here soon, princess." Her uncle responded.
Nodding, she continued.
"Go to France, find Uncle Harry and Jacob. Tell him you're alive and hug your son. I need some time alone to think." She kissed his cheek before continuing the rest of her path to Ravenclaw tower.
Draco stood after a moment; running a shaky hand through his hair, silver eyes smiling lovingly as his niece/goddaughter walked away, her form like Rain's but an aura all her own. He gabbed the pendent around his neck before disappearing away from Hogwarts to the Potter-Malfoy manor in France.
Meanwhile, up in Ravenclaw tower, Catherine was sitting against Jason's chest, who had his arms wrapped around her shoulders, a silent yet strong support for the elf. He knew she was thinking about something important, explaining her silence, but he said nothing, only held her close, showing her his devotion.
Jason Brown was a unique being in Ravenclaw tower, as he was a Slytherin, but after the first time he had come up to the tower a year ago with Catherine and the other birds had ruffled their feathers only to have them shoved down by her yells, he was just another student in the common room. He had long, ink black hair and deep blue eyes, that had captivated Catherine the first time she met the six foot chaser; but he had ignored her at first, but since when has a Riddle been denied what they wanted? After much pestering from both his and her friends, he asked her out, gaining a smile and a peck on the cheek.
After sitting against a brooding Jason for a while, Catherine became greatly aware of her pendent warming suddenly against her skin. She knew instantly that it was her father's presence, but she was torn between seeing him and running to her mother, deciding against the later until she had seen her father with her own eyes. After successfully ridding the tower common room of her boyfriend and her fellow ravens, she sat at the window again, the soft patter of rain like drums in her ear.
"Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your world's crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Though things have seemed to change
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly, fly, fly away"
She felt him before she saw or heard him, his mere aura enough to prove her uncle's words true and she turned to see her father, pale and shaky, leaning against the nearest wall, eyes wide, taking in her appearance.
"I had to tell myself three times that you weren't Rain, but my little Cathy." His voice was worn & raspy, spurring Catherine to move forward, conjuring a glass of water, which he drank in one go. His warm brown eyes looked at her again to see tears streaming down her face while her magic pulsed around her, so like her mother's had done that night more then a decade ago. But, unlike his wife's, Cathy's pushed him away, as if she didn't want to believe what was in front of her, and he knew why.
"Princess, I know this is hard. I can barely comprehend that I have been gone for so long and I know th-"
His words were cut short as a small 'daddy' invaded the air and she tackled him, sending him to the ground, tears hitting his chest. He was frozen for a moment before his arms encircled her back, holding her close as she unleashed a waterfall onto his robes. He was whispering a small lullaby to her as he sat, pulling her into his lap, his brown hair falling over his eyes, trying to reign in his emotions.
He held her tight for an eternity, until the rain stopped and a full moon peaked out through the storm clouds, shining in on the pair. He looked down to see Catherine wide awake, her fingers gripping his robes, the same ones he had one the night he 'died' six years ago.
'Mama, please don't hate me, but you need to see him. I know that you just finally agreed with his 'passing'…oh Kenneth, you get to see him.' She thought as his fingers gently curled her hair.
"Kenneth?" He whispered, his voice bringing her to life again.
"I'd forgotten you could read my mind, mama never tried to. Yah, we named him Kenneth Draconis Riddle and gods, does he look like you, father." She responded, standing.
He stood after her, his energy and health almost restored as he looked over his clothes with distain. He looked up to see her going up the stairs that he guessed lead to the girls dormitory.
"I'll be right back, so stay right here, ok?"
When he nodded, she continued up the stairs, allowing him to move to her bag, seeing a familiar book right on top. Grabbing Slytherin's book, he could see her notes next to Rain, Harry and Draco's in any available margin space, making it seem like the book was filled to every edge. Hearing the door close, he slipped the book back into her bag just as she came down the stairs, a small bundle in her hands and a cloak half pinned around her shoulders.
"Mother doesn't know I have this; she thinks it's still locked up in her room. But I've had it with me for the last two years here. It's been one of the main reasons I've kept my sanity helping mom, Kenneth, Jacob and Uncle Harry while keeping my grief for you to myself. Just by having your wand with me at all times helped me because it still houses your aura." She whispered before handing over his wand with a small smile in her pale lips.
His long fingers wrapped around the wood, magic sparking through him again before a series of charms refreshed his appearance, Catherine seeing her father again as he smiled at her.
"I suggest you bring armor when we see your mother. I know my wife and she'll throw things, burn all around her then ask where the hell I've been before hugging me."
"But mamas not as strong as she used to be; I know for a fact that she's only survived because of Kenneth and me. She fell into such a depression after you…after you died that it became almost impossible for her to eat or do anything." Catherine responded in a small whisper.
Resting his hand on her head, Tom kissed her forehead before moving his arm to encircle her shoulders. "I'll take care of mom now, ok? Don't be so sturdy princess, you're thirteen, you can be thirteen, not twenty."
She nodded and he activated the portkey around her neck, taking them back to Riddle manor.
A/N: YAH Tom and Draco are back. I know it seems weird, but next chapter will explain everything! So what do you think?
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