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Katrina was lying on her stomach, her wings painfully pulling downward. She had hoped in the last couple of days they would heal themselves, but it looked like the broken wing needed to be re-broken, in order for it to heal properly. She vividly remembered how her wing came to be in such a state.
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"Where is it hidden?!" Foul warm breath was felt on her neck and she tried once again to escape the three death eaters holding her face down on the floor. The right side of her face ached from the pressure of the stone floor and her head pounding with dread and resolve. "Fine, we'll just have to find another way of making you talk. Is it true that a Light Veela's wings are just as important to them, as the Spirit Jewel?" Her eyes went silently wide. Her heart pounding deep within her rib cage. She hadn't once dared to show her wings in front of these unworthy humans, one because they were just that, and two they could take the only thing she had left from her. Which to her silent doom, they were. Katrina refused to unleash them; no matter how hard they kicked, and no matter what spell they cast. Until one human, realised something.
"Hey I saw once that if you apply a surge of energy into a point of a birds back, their wings on reflex shoot outwards, maybe it's the same here." She could not see faces only hear their voices and the human who had spoke sounded a bit younger then the other two. One of them to her left holding her right arm and leg down hoarsely replied.
"Well, it's worth a shot, not like we can try anything else, she's as stubborn as a horn tale dragon." The male holding her head and left shoulder down shifted his hands slightly unaware he left an opening, even with the third holding down her legs. But before she could do anything, the first one who spoke up had fired a spell in the valley between her shoulder blades, soaring pain making against her will for her deathly black wings to shoot out, reaching from one side of the cell to the other. Karina cried out in pain, and immediately went to pull them back in, feeling bare an exposed. But before she could even take another breath the one holding her legs grabbed hold of her right wing. She tugged at the restraints but whimpered when they roughly gripped harder.
"Now let's try this again shall we?" Katrina thought about taking the opening sacrificing her wing by doing so, but even if she had had the will power to do so, a life without an appendage like a second arm was not something she was strong enough to do. But that didn't mean she was going to give them what they wanted. Gritting her teeth she waited. "Where is the Spirit Jewel?" Her voice was barely above a whisper but they heard it echo off the grimy walls.
"Answer my question first." Katrina let a smirk creep onto her face. "Have you ever heard of a breath mint?" The man holding her wing snarled and with an iron grip snapped the appendage, a hollow scream following after it, and then black.
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She shook her head, as if that would clear it, knowing that it would do nothing of the sort. Hushed voices caught her ears from out side the place she had found out was called the hospital wing. Then doors slammed open and her eyes snapped shut. Seeming to be asleep. She didn't need to see any way, when she could hear every step, every breath, every whisper and every frantic beating heart.
"Quickly lay him on the bed!" It was Poppy's voice.
"How bad is the damage?" The greasy haired, dark man she still didn't know his name, his voice was nasally but filled with concern.
"Well," Poppy huffed. "If you would let me get near him to treat the problem I could tell you!" Her voice rose and Dumbledore it seemed was trying to calm her down.
"He is my godson, I have a right to be concerned."
"Ok, Severus. Let Poppy do her work and you can come back and see him in the morning." Dumbledore's voice seemed not to far from her bed, Katrina had thought they had placed the person next to her bed and she was right. She could almost feel the old wizards eyes smile at her and she barely lifted her left eye lid to see that he was indeed looking at her in that all knowing annoying way.
"Was it really his farther that did this? I thought Draco was a death eater." Poppy's voice held confusion and sternness only she could pull off.
"Draco never received the Dark Mark, although he was threatened, but he never was interested in what his farther wanted. And tonight was no exception." Dumbledore spoke with a light tone, odd for the seriousness of the situation.
"Dumbledore, Lucius killed his wife and nearly killed Draco! We need to find him, now!" Severus voice was loud now, but that hadn't mattered. Katrina's mind was whizzing around. The boy named Draco; his farther is the man she most wants to kill. Maybe there's hope after all. She briefly heard he had no siblings and realised she had a lot more in common with this boy, they were both alone.
Satisfied that she would observe this human, she slept. Only the moon was watching over her in a magical dreamless sleep.
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Katrina like usual woke as the sun was beginning to rise, casting a beautiful orange glow over her and making her wings look almost a deep burgundy. Katrina walked over to the newly occupied bed. A boy her age layed peacefully his platinum blond hair ruffled. His build was a lot like Harry's, only he was definitely shorter and had less muscle; the boy called Draco had a certain delicate look to him. A pointed face, high cheek bones, long fingers with elegant nails. She glanced at her own and frowned, should it be right for a boy to have better kept nails then a girl? But she had always been the girl to go running through the fresh wet mud, while her sister would not move one toe near dirty ground. Her eyes became sad, but upon looking at the boy's hair again a sense of anger stirred. He was definitely the son of that Lucius, the man she would kill. Although his colouring did seem different some how. She moved closer, hovering over the matured male. She inhaled, taking in the sent of apples, and that smell that males have.
She stood back hearing footsteps; her head looked to the clock it was 7:00 am. Katrina had only seen one other up this early beside herself.
The midnight haired teenager walked into the hospital wing and once their eyes clashed he darted his to the ground in a moment of weakness. She had figured he was used to seeing her wings but these people weren't used to seeing them obviously and hers in such a horrid state wouldn't help matters either. She suddenly felt self-conscious and folded her left wing in so it rested cupping her back, trying to do the same as the other she winced and unfortunately Harry saw.
"You have to let us heal your wing." It wasn't a request it was an order, with sincerity and a definite stubborn lacing. Her left wing bristled slightly at his voice of authority.
Who did he think he was? Then she thought.
"The guy keeping you alive, your keeper."
Turning her back to him to once again stare at the same view she had since she had awoke the first time, still not uttering a word. But she owed these people, they still helped her when she pushed them away, bared her teeth. And Harry, every time she threatened him, bringing out her nails and fangs, her magic, he still came. Everyday he would talk to her, as if suddenly she would answer him back like they had known each other for years. At first she noticed with amusement he was incredibly nervous around her, as were the others. But they were more wary out of fear, he was wary for other reasons, she guessed because he was shy around girls he wasn't friends with.
Turning her head toward him, she nodded slightly, just one movement and his face and eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Really? That's great, I'll tell Madam Promfrey." That was when he turned and spotted the sleeping boy. He froze his body unmoving like stone. Katrina felt his emotions. Confusion, anger, hate, and rivalry. She approached him and let her wings brush against his bare arm, not going unnoticed by the ebony haired boy.
"What on earth is Malfoy doing here?" He muttered to himself, anger evident. He turned to her, eyes softening slightly. "I'll be back later, I have to speak with Dumbledore." Without another word he crossed the distance to the door and was gone before she took another breath. Glancing back to the new visitor with more interest since Harry's reaction, a small twitch of the mouth indicated the tiniest of smirks, what will this stranger bring?
