Merry Christmas
Chapter 11
Once everyone finally came home, they all sat in the peaceful living room watching a muggle television. Mrs. Potter had been fascinated by muggle things, and absolutely loved watching the old black and white TV. On the screen was a beautiful young actress performing perfectly on Mrs. Potters favorite Soap Opera.
"What's the actress's name Mrs. Potter?" asked Remus, who was for once taking a brake from his book.
"Amanda. She's been on the show for two years now."
"Mum's never missed an episode." piped in James.
"She's rather good." Remus said then went back to reading his book.
Katrina had been very quiet since they returned home. She sat on Sirius's lap resting her head on his shoulder, nodding in and out of sleep. Sirius had not left her side the whole night, and now sat with his arms protectively around her waist. They hadn't told the others what had happened in Diagon Alley, only that Katrina wasn't feeling well, and mite have a touch of the flu.
The bell down the hall began to ding, signaling it was midnight. Sirius shifted and picked up Katrina bridle style and carried her up the stairs. She made no complaint, only wrapped her arms around his neck. Sirius sat her down on the bed, and helped her into an old pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts, then covered her up and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight Luv." he said crawling in beside her.
Katrina law awake for what seemed like forever. Sirius had been asleep hours ago, she could tell by his light breathing. She looked to the clock sitting on a dresser near her. 3 AM. Every time she'd close her eyes, she'd see her father being tortured in some dark, dirty cage.
Just then she saw an owl land right outside their bedroom window. She slowly got up so not to wake Sirius and went to the window. A small pure black owl sat their and held out its leg. Katrina removed the package and letter from its leg and the small owl took off into the night. Katrina slowly opened the letter and read it to herself.
Merry Christmas
That was all the letter said. Katrina set it down on the desk and turned to a small package that had come with it. She carefully opened the box and found a shiny bell inside. The bell was identical to one she and her father had put on their tree every year. She reached down with trembling fingers and picked it up.
Just as she picked up the bell, the whole room around her started to swirl. She saw Sirius' sleeping form start to fade, and she screamed for him. Her screams died as she continued to fall into a whirling vortex. She only opened her eyes when she felt her feet hit something hard.
Katrina looked around at an exquisite ballroom where everyone had stopped dancing to stare at her. She was no longer dressed in her pj's but in a fine 18th century dress of fine golden silk that made her eyes sparkle. Her hair was stacked up on top of her head and falling in spiral curls in certain places. Her eyes were lined in dark black eyeliner that made them look exotic while her full lips had been painted crimson. She could feel that her feet had been adored with very high heels.
Katrina felt someone slip behind her, wrapping their arm around her waist and holding her still so she couldn't run away. She could tell instantly from the smell that it was Kyle behind her. He leaned forward and gently kissed her neck. She automatically drew back in disgust.
"I'd almost forgotten how amazing you look my love."
"Get your slimy hands off of me."
"Tut, tut. You don't want to cause a scene for our other guests now would you? After all, each one of them have been looking for you for the past year." Katrina gasped when she recognized some of them to be familiar Death Eaters, though they looked much different in their 18th century attire.
"Kyle, what have you done…." There was a trace of fear in her voice. She knew she could take on 3 Death Eaters, but the entire room was filled with them.
"You wanted to see your father, didn't you?"
"What?"
"Your heart told me you wished to see him. So, I so graciously brought you to the very place you'll find him. But then… I'll need something in return." He leaned down again and kissed her neck. Katrina cringed and gritted her teeth.
"So that's it? You kidnap my father just so you can have sex with me?" Kyle let out a heart laugh.
"Oh no my dear. You give me far too much credit. No. It was my master's great plan that brings you here today. The great Lord Voldemort!" Just then at the booming pride in his voice, the large door's at the top of a grand set of marble stairs flung open. A tall muscular man with a long flowing black cape stepped forward. The entire room went silent and bowed. Katrina froze. Her whole body become instantly cold. She could see his pale white skin from where she was standing, his whole body reeking of evil power. His eyes were so dark they looked black. This was the Dark Lord. The one everyone feared. Lord Voldemort.
