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Chapter 13: The black owl
Once at dinner that night, which was unusually noisy pending the first quidditch match, harry sat thinking about the sorceress of Fire.
"Harry, you can't think about that all day," Karista said, spooning soup into her mouth. "We have an important match tomorrow."
Harry started eating his bread when the whole hall grew quiet. A black owl had flown in through the window and almost everyone looked up at it worryingly.
"What's the big deal? So, someone got a letter late," Harry muttered, until he saw the look on Ron's face and the owl swoop towards Gryffindor.
"Harry, you don't understand what a black owl is," Ron murmured as the owl stopped in midair. "It means someone has died."
Harry looked up at the owl and realized that it was looking straight at Karista. She had frozen in her seat.
The owl was now fluttering towards her.
Please god, please…I don't need any of this right now, Karista said to herself as she watched the owl drop the letter in front of her. The black envelope and silver writing was unmistakable. It was hers.
"N-n-no," she stuttered, looking up at the staff table (Snape looked like he had been slapped, while McGonagall headed towards her and Dumbledore let out a soft sigh). Harry was watching her. "Not now."
The tears were flowing freely now as she slit the letter open and dumped the letter out in front of her. Hermione had wrapped her arm around her in comfort because she was shaking.
"This…no…no…why?" Karista shrieked, opening the letter.
Miss Karista Flannigan,
We regret to inform you that your Aunt Emma and Uncle Jeremy, along with their families, were murdered yesterday by Death Eaters. Please accept our apologies.
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
Karista dropped the note. She knew she was dreaming. She could see her mom in her hospital bed while her father yelled at her, trying to find out why she wouldn't tell him sooner about her being a witch. Karista got up so suddenly that half of the Gryffindors jumped. The hall was now stark quiet trying to listen to what she was going to say. She couldn't speak. She just ran. With the note clutched in her hand, she ran out the great oak doors and into the night, where she dropped on the wet grass.
"I HATE YOU VOLDEMORT! I HATE YOU! I WILL KILL YOU MY SELF! WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS!" She screamed into the night, scrunching the letter in her hand.
Harry, who had run outside after her, now paused on the stone steps. Her silhouette was slumped out in the distance, sobbing uncontrollably. At his side appeared Ron, Hermione, professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, followed by Snape.
"Karista," Harry murmured, walking over to her and rubbing her back. "I'm sorry."
"YOU SHOULDN"T BE SORRY! THAT BASTARD VOLDEMORT WILL BE SORRY!" Bellowed Karista causing a flock of birds from the forbidden forest to become unnested and fly away. Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall, who had followed Ron and Hermione, looked at each other as Ron and Hermione sat next to Harry.
"It's not fair," Hermione muttered, once again wrapping her arm around Karista.
She sat up and looked into the stars, and Harry immediately knew that she had given Malfoy that cold stare and he knew he remembered it, it was on the tip of his tongue…
"We will get him," Harry said quietly, looking into her eyes. "We will get the son of a bitch."
"You're damn straight," Ron said, looking madder than they had ever seen him.
"Why them? Why? They never did anything," Karista muttered, hitting the ground with her fist.
"Voldemort doesn't care," harry said, causing Ron and Hermione and flinched.
"I know…It's just…why? I want to know how they crossed his path and where," Karista murmured, pulling the grass out of the ground.
"We'll find out," harry said, pulling Karista into a tight hug. She sobbed into his shoulder for a long time. Harry just closed his eyes and tried to force all the pain away from her with his heart. This shouldn't happen to you, Harry said to himself, letting Karista go.
"I think I should go to bed if I have a big match tomorrow," Karista said quietly. She stood on her feet supported by Hermione and Harry as Ron picked up the letter. Professor McGonagall offered her hand to Karista and they headed up to the silent common room, without another word.
***
"Is she still playing today?" asked Angelina quietly, so as not to upset anyone.
"She seems determined to play," Harry said, picking up his toast and buttering it, yet not even eating it.
"She was quite tired last night," Hermione muttered, eating her porridge. "However, she is stronger than she looks."
"I hope so," Ron said thickly, chugging down the porridge. He was obviously nervous.
The hall grew quiet as a pale figure crossed the hall. Karista was carrying her firebolt over her shoulder and her quidditch robes folded neatly under her arm.
"Mornin'," she muttered lazily, snatching a piece of toast from the plate. The houses around them went quiet with wonder.
"How are you today?" asked Alicia Spinnet, another chaser who was looking somberly at Karista.
"Fine, dandy. I'd just tell the Slytherin chasers and beaters that they better watch out for me," She said in one breath, getting up from the table and heading outside.
"Well, I guess that's that," Angelina said.
"Gryffindor team, lets go!" Harry shouted to applause from their table as well as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.
Chapter 13: The black owl
Once at dinner that night, which was unusually noisy pending the first quidditch match, harry sat thinking about the sorceress of Fire.
"Harry, you can't think about that all day," Karista said, spooning soup into her mouth. "We have an important match tomorrow."
Harry started eating his bread when the whole hall grew quiet. A black owl had flown in through the window and almost everyone looked up at it worryingly.
"What's the big deal? So, someone got a letter late," Harry muttered, until he saw the look on Ron's face and the owl swoop towards Gryffindor.
"Harry, you don't understand what a black owl is," Ron murmured as the owl stopped in midair. "It means someone has died."
Harry looked up at the owl and realized that it was looking straight at Karista. She had frozen in her seat.
The owl was now fluttering towards her.
Please god, please…I don't need any of this right now, Karista said to herself as she watched the owl drop the letter in front of her. The black envelope and silver writing was unmistakable. It was hers.
"N-n-no," she stuttered, looking up at the staff table (Snape looked like he had been slapped, while McGonagall headed towards her and Dumbledore let out a soft sigh). Harry was watching her. "Not now."
The tears were flowing freely now as she slit the letter open and dumped the letter out in front of her. Hermione had wrapped her arm around her in comfort because she was shaking.
"This…no…no…why?" Karista shrieked, opening the letter.
Miss Karista Flannigan,
We regret to inform you that your Aunt Emma and Uncle Jeremy, along with their families, were murdered yesterday by Death Eaters. Please accept our apologies.
Cornelius Fudge
Minister of Magic
Karista dropped the note. She knew she was dreaming. She could see her mom in her hospital bed while her father yelled at her, trying to find out why she wouldn't tell him sooner about her being a witch. Karista got up so suddenly that half of the Gryffindors jumped. The hall was now stark quiet trying to listen to what she was going to say. She couldn't speak. She just ran. With the note clutched in her hand, she ran out the great oak doors and into the night, where she dropped on the wet grass.
"I HATE YOU VOLDEMORT! I HATE YOU! I WILL KILL YOU MY SELF! WITH MY OWN BARE HANDS!" She screamed into the night, scrunching the letter in her hand.
Harry, who had run outside after her, now paused on the stone steps. Her silhouette was slumped out in the distance, sobbing uncontrollably. At his side appeared Ron, Hermione, professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, followed by Snape.
"Karista," Harry murmured, walking over to her and rubbing her back. "I'm sorry."
"YOU SHOULDN"T BE SORRY! THAT BASTARD VOLDEMORT WILL BE SORRY!" Bellowed Karista causing a flock of birds from the forbidden forest to become unnested and fly away. Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall, who had followed Ron and Hermione, looked at each other as Ron and Hermione sat next to Harry.
"It's not fair," Hermione muttered, once again wrapping her arm around Karista.
She sat up and looked into the stars, and Harry immediately knew that she had given Malfoy that cold stare and he knew he remembered it, it was on the tip of his tongue…
"We will get him," Harry said quietly, looking into her eyes. "We will get the son of a bitch."
"You're damn straight," Ron said, looking madder than they had ever seen him.
"Why them? Why? They never did anything," Karista muttered, hitting the ground with her fist.
"Voldemort doesn't care," harry said, causing Ron and Hermione and flinched.
"I know…It's just…why? I want to know how they crossed his path and where," Karista murmured, pulling the grass out of the ground.
"We'll find out," harry said, pulling Karista into a tight hug. She sobbed into his shoulder for a long time. Harry just closed his eyes and tried to force all the pain away from her with his heart. This shouldn't happen to you, Harry said to himself, letting Karista go.
"I think I should go to bed if I have a big match tomorrow," Karista said quietly. She stood on her feet supported by Hermione and Harry as Ron picked up the letter. Professor McGonagall offered her hand to Karista and they headed up to the silent common room, without another word.
***
"Is she still playing today?" asked Angelina quietly, so as not to upset anyone.
"She seems determined to play," Harry said, picking up his toast and buttering it, yet not even eating it.
"She was quite tired last night," Hermione muttered, eating her porridge. "However, she is stronger than she looks."
"I hope so," Ron said thickly, chugging down the porridge. He was obviously nervous.
The hall grew quiet as a pale figure crossed the hall. Karista was carrying her firebolt over her shoulder and her quidditch robes folded neatly under her arm.
"Mornin'," she muttered lazily, snatching a piece of toast from the plate. The houses around them went quiet with wonder.
"How are you today?" asked Alicia Spinnet, another chaser who was looking somberly at Karista.
"Fine, dandy. I'd just tell the Slytherin chasers and beaters that they better watch out for me," She said in one breath, getting up from the table and heading outside.
"Well, I guess that's that," Angelina said.
"Gryffindor team, lets go!" Harry shouted to applause from their table as well as the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.