Chapter 12

Harry yawned and suppressed a shiver.

He stood on the deck of his grandfathers ship bathed in the eerie, but warm lights with Cedric wrapped in a to big spare coat, arms folded over his chest and his bangs blowing across his forehead from the cold breeze that blew in off the water. Behind them Alexanders men were busy patrolling or moving equipment about, only a few peoples whispers reaching them. But those were lost to him as the men weren't speaking english.

"You don't have to wait out here Harry, you can go inside where it's warm," Cedric stated as he turned his one eyed gaze from the starry sky to look at the other teenager, "I'll come and get you when she arrives."

Harry looked over at him, briefly wondering what it would be like to suddenly find himself half blind like Cedric had. "I'm fine. At least I have a jacket on, even if it isn't mine. What about you? Aren't you cold?"

"Cold doesn't effect me like it used too," Cedric explained shaking his head slightly, hands clasped behind his back, "and if I get cold, my temperature just jacks itself up." He grinned, "built in jacket."

Harry smiled back before Cedric's attention suddenly whipped back to the sky and he took a few steps back, "incoming!" Cedric's holler echoed through the air.

"What is?" asked Harry, scanning the sky for whatever it was that had gotten the young mans attention but finding nothing despite the bright light the half moon was casting.

"KC...your mother," laughed Cedric as he suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and yanked younger boy down as something when whooshing over their heads.

Harry looked up just in time to watch has massive bat like wings, each at least seven feet long, flapped one last time before the skin that stretched from them folded up, making each wing seem more like a giant scythe, before they too folded up and were pulled into the flesh of their owners back. In no time at all the wings were gone completely, the pre-cut slashes in the back of the black leather trench coat making it appear as if no wings were ever even there.

Slowly the wings owner turned around to face the two teenagers. Harry gasped slightly.

The woman, despite having arms (and almost every inch of bare skin) covered in scars, was beautiful, long brown hair that matched his own in color fell in loose brown, curling waves past her shoulders, and the lights from the ship made her almost appear to be glowing.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" asked Cedric, his whisper sounding somewhat amused, "she is your mother after all."

Harry said nothing, he didn't know what to say, he'd never seen anyone like her. She was currently talking with one of Alexanders men, her unmatching eyes, one iris gold and the other eye completely black, reflecting the light, perfect white teeth (Harry noticed that those on her right side was more of fangs) sparkling as she laughed at something the man said.

A strong hand clapped him on the back, and suddenly he was being pushed towards her.

Cedric cleared his throat once they reached her, and she turned her head, stray hairs being blown across her face from the wind, "hello , how are we this evening? And how's the eye?"

Bowing silently, the older boy clasped his hands behind his back, smiling slightly as he spoke, "I'm doing quite well M'lady, thank you, and my eye is fine, the pain is gone though the sight hasn't returned."

Harry stayed silent, listening as Cedric filled his mother in on the most recent activities of the pack and things that were happening at Hogwarts. It wasn't until she was staring at him for a long moment that he realized that they were no longer talking. "Hi."

His mother gave another one of her dazzling smiles, "hello sweetheart," she let out a motherly sigh, studying him from head to toe, "look at you, you're all grown up. 'Don't even need a mother anymore."

Harry didn't know when they ended up hugging, or what was said before that, but suddenly her arms were around him, a hand brushing the back of his head, and cool breath against the side of his head, somewhat tickling his ear. They stood there, Harry's face buried in his mothers shoulder, until the wind picked up and Harry involuntarily shivered, causing his mother to pull back and look at him, "maybe we should go inside, hm?"

The man KC had been talking to lead the way back through the metal door, stepping aside with a polite nod once they were in the main area which branched off to the lower deck and other rooms.

KC lead the way from there, back down the hall towards Harry's current room, saying goodnight to Cedric along the way who turned down another half lit hall, vanishing into the darkness half way down.

Once they reached Harry's room, his mother waited outside while he got changed into his pajamas, then once he had crawled onto his bed, she came sweeping back in.

"C'mon, get into bed," KC ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed once Harry had gotten under the covers, "you're heading back to school tomorrow, I spoke with Albus on the way here, he's allowed me permission to post guards around the school... as long as they're not seen of course, 'wouldn't want to frighten anyone."

Harry laughed slightly when she added something mumbled, sounding something like 'big hairy wolf-men', before she smiled at him and he stopped laughing to smile back.

He didn't know how long they talked for, eventually she moved to sit next to him, leaning against the head board, answering any questions her son threw at her, what did she eat? Where was she born? Did she ever plan on having kids?

But when Harry asked who his father was, she simply smiled almost sadly and told him 'he was a great man.' After that, she kissed his forehead and stood, tucking in the heavy blankets before turning out the nightstand lamp and walking to the door, closing it quietly behind her.

KC paused outside the room, back to the door, listening as her youngest's breath eventually evened out as sleep overtook him, then she turned and swept as silent as a shadow down the hall to the last room which happened to be Alexanders office, currently empty and at her disposal.

Walking in, she closed the metal door quietly behind her, standing to face it with one hand still on the latch. "He's going back to school tomorrow, Severus is coming to fetch him."

"It is where he belongs after all, isn't Kathryn? Under the safe watch of Hogwarts?"

She turned slowly to face the voice. The voice that had haunted her for the past fifteen years, the now twisted voice of the man who had given her her youngest baby and had then tried to take him away, KC smiled slightly, stepping forward fearlessly.

"Hello Thomas, It's been a long time."

Behind Alexanders desk, pale finger tips touching and cloaked elbows resting on the polished wood while giving her a sad, almost sympathetic smile that didn't reach cold blue eyes, an almost skeletal wand laid on the desktop before him, sat the dark lord himself.

Lord Voldemort.

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