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Chapter 22: The Death Eater's return
"Remember after the tri-wizard tournament when you asked me to go back to being a Death Eater?" Snape said shallowly, trying not to think about it. He was sitting on the couch next to McGonagall, whose eyes had suddenly grown wide. "Well, the Dark Lord accepted me back."
Dumbledore nodded his head, begging Snape to continue.
"Well, Lucius Malfoy, being in the inner circle still, told me about someone at Hogwarts that Draco had been talking about…Karista," Snape shifted his weight and continued. "Well, Lucius felt it important to keep her safe, and since I am double spy…That was my job handed down from the Dark Lord. He wants her and Potter."
Dumbledore nodded his head in understanding, but Snape stopped him.
"But wait, there's more…"
Dumbledore looked up, a twinkle unlike anyone had ever seen in his eyes. McGonagall had a surprised look on her face as Snape went on.
***
Karista had chucked her guitar on the floor and flung herself on the bed, causing the stars in her poster to rattle.
"How dare he say such a thing," She mumbled, tears pouring down her face. "In front of everyone like that. It makes me so mad."
The clock on her nightstand gave off midnight when finally Hermione came upstairs, only it wasn't Hermione.
"Karista," Harry murmured, walking past the beads that hung from the ceiling to the floor, dividing her unusual space from the rest of the room. Her hangings were drawn tight and he could hear sobbing coming from within. "Talk to me."
She slowly reached up and parted the hangings with her fingers. The moonlight from her poster was pouring across her features…she looked simply beautiful. Harry moved the hangings over some more before sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Don't listen to Malfoy…I think he embarrassed himself more than he did you," harry said, moving a stray hair away from her face. "You handled him very well."
Karista lay back down on the pillow and stared up at the stars.
"I wished I understood many things, Harry," Karista muttered, more tears forming in her eyes.
"Like what?" He whispered, moving closer to her and closing the hangings behind him.
"Like why my mom had to die, why Auntie and Uncle died, why you like me…why my wand doesn't work," she laughed, causing another tear to pour down her face. "I also want to know what my mom was going to tell my father before she died."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled by her last question.
"I keep having this dream that I am sitting in the hospital, my mom is on her deathbed and my father and my 10 month old self are sitting beside her. She wants to tell my father something, very important, but he was enraged. He had just found out my mom was a witch."
Harry was quiet for a moment. He had never heard about this before, and he was almost positive that Hermione, Lavender and Parvarti didn't know about it. He lay down next to her and stared at the stars also.
"She passed on before she had a chance to say anything."
At this Harry tilted his head so that he could see Karista. She was smiling peacefully as a shooting star blazed across the sky. He wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled close to him.
"I've always wondered what my parents were like," he said, looking up at the moon, which wasn't exactly full, yet close. "Everyone tells me that they were great people."
It was now Karista's turn to look up at Harry. She knew he was getting emotional, just by the way he bit his lip trying not to cry. If only I could help you Harry, she said to herself, looking back up into the sky. Before long, they had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***
The next day, Karista awoke to find the sunrise peeking behind a corner. Harry was still asleep, snoring quietly by her side. Men she laughed to herself, pulling the covers closer, lulling back into sleep.
"Where is Karista?" asked McGonagall, staring down the table at an empty spot next to Harry.
"Sleeping, for all I know. Maybe even catching up on her pint of Haagen Daz," Harry mumbled, sleep still trying to overtake him as he ate his breakfast. Malfoy and Pansy looked unusually silent this morning. Maybe Snape whipped him, Harry muttered to himself, remembering what he had said last night. A strange sound was coming down from the 2nd corridor…almost like music, really loud, muggle music. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in slid Karista in her pajama pants and shirt, along with some fuzzy rainbow socks, the ones Harry found particularly funny because each of the toes were defined.
"WHEN IT'S OVER, THAT'S THE TIME I FALL IN LOVE AGAIN," Karista bellowed, carrying a pint of mint chocolate chip in her open hand, the black music box in her other. She was dancing all over the place. "AND WHEN YOU GO-GO-GO-GO, I KNOW, IT NEVER ENDS…NEVER ENDS…ALL THE THINGS THAT I USE-."
She stopped dead, pressing the stop button on the box and looking around.
"S-sorry…I didn't think anyone else was in here, being as it's 10 o'clock," she stuttered, hiding the pint of ice cream behind her back. Her eyes were puffy and her face looked a mess, not to mention her hair, which was flying all over the place. "I'll just be heading back upstairs now…"
"Nonsense," said Dumbledore, an amused look upon his face. "We don't care how you look."
Snape was looking as if he was smiling behind his hands, just as McGonagall was trying hard not to laugh. Professor Flitwick had fallen of his chair, laughing hysterically on the floor. Blushing furiously, Karista headed over to the empty spot at the table. Even Malfoy had the same love-struck look on his face.
"I got a little…er…preoccupied," Karista murmured, buttering a slice of toast.
"I liked that song you were singing to, please put it back on," Dumbledore said, a chuckle escaping his mouth. Harry just sat grinning at Karista.
"Hey there buddy, I wouldn't be laughing there," Karista said, looking serious yet faulting greatly. "He who snores under the moon."
Ron snorted into his drink as Hermione hid her face in her hands. Karista took the pint of ice cream and placed it in front of her, then burst out laughing. Harry blushed furiously.
"I think it was because of your singing, you kinda sound like a banshee when you sing and you are depressed," Harry laughed, causing Karista to hit him on the arm. Ron and Hermione were bawling with laughter as the teachers looked at them strangely.
"FUNNY, at least I can sing, unlike Harry Potter here, who sounds like he swallowed a walnut whole," Karista almost slammed her face into the plate in front of her. She was laughing so hard that her rib cage was being broken in half. Ron had fallen out of his chair and Dumbledore was laughing heartily. The teachers sat chuckling merrily, all except Malfoy and Pansy, who simply sat pushing the food around their plates.
All Harry could do was blush.
"Don't you like it when I sing like that, darlin?" Harry said, his voice sounding shrill and feminine, much like a girl, batting his eyelashes furiously at her.
Karista sat giggling, her face rigged with laughter.
"Thank you Mr. Pillsbury doughboy," Karista let out another laugh as everyone stared at her. "Oh, sorry…It's a muggle brand of food. It's pre maid, and all you have to do is cook it…"
They all nodded their understanding as they kept eating their breakfast, listening still to Sugar Ray.
Chapter 22: The Death Eater's return
"Remember after the tri-wizard tournament when you asked me to go back to being a Death Eater?" Snape said shallowly, trying not to think about it. He was sitting on the couch next to McGonagall, whose eyes had suddenly grown wide. "Well, the Dark Lord accepted me back."
Dumbledore nodded his head, begging Snape to continue.
"Well, Lucius Malfoy, being in the inner circle still, told me about someone at Hogwarts that Draco had been talking about…Karista," Snape shifted his weight and continued. "Well, Lucius felt it important to keep her safe, and since I am double spy…That was my job handed down from the Dark Lord. He wants her and Potter."
Dumbledore nodded his head in understanding, but Snape stopped him.
"But wait, there's more…"
Dumbledore looked up, a twinkle unlike anyone had ever seen in his eyes. McGonagall had a surprised look on her face as Snape went on.
***
Karista had chucked her guitar on the floor and flung herself on the bed, causing the stars in her poster to rattle.
"How dare he say such a thing," She mumbled, tears pouring down her face. "In front of everyone like that. It makes me so mad."
The clock on her nightstand gave off midnight when finally Hermione came upstairs, only it wasn't Hermione.
"Karista," Harry murmured, walking past the beads that hung from the ceiling to the floor, dividing her unusual space from the rest of the room. Her hangings were drawn tight and he could hear sobbing coming from within. "Talk to me."
She slowly reached up and parted the hangings with her fingers. The moonlight from her poster was pouring across her features…she looked simply beautiful. Harry moved the hangings over some more before sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Don't listen to Malfoy…I think he embarrassed himself more than he did you," harry said, moving a stray hair away from her face. "You handled him very well."
Karista lay back down on the pillow and stared up at the stars.
"I wished I understood many things, Harry," Karista muttered, more tears forming in her eyes.
"Like what?" He whispered, moving closer to her and closing the hangings behind him.
"Like why my mom had to die, why Auntie and Uncle died, why you like me…why my wand doesn't work," she laughed, causing another tear to pour down her face. "I also want to know what my mom was going to tell my father before she died."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled by her last question.
"I keep having this dream that I am sitting in the hospital, my mom is on her deathbed and my father and my 10 month old self are sitting beside her. She wants to tell my father something, very important, but he was enraged. He had just found out my mom was a witch."
Harry was quiet for a moment. He had never heard about this before, and he was almost positive that Hermione, Lavender and Parvarti didn't know about it. He lay down next to her and stared at the stars also.
"She passed on before she had a chance to say anything."
At this Harry tilted his head so that he could see Karista. She was smiling peacefully as a shooting star blazed across the sky. He wrapped his arm around her and she snuggled close to him.
"I've always wondered what my parents were like," he said, looking up at the moon, which wasn't exactly full, yet close. "Everyone tells me that they were great people."
It was now Karista's turn to look up at Harry. She knew he was getting emotional, just by the way he bit his lip trying not to cry. If only I could help you Harry, she said to herself, looking back up into the sky. Before long, they had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
***
The next day, Karista awoke to find the sunrise peeking behind a corner. Harry was still asleep, snoring quietly by her side. Men she laughed to herself, pulling the covers closer, lulling back into sleep.
"Where is Karista?" asked McGonagall, staring down the table at an empty spot next to Harry.
"Sleeping, for all I know. Maybe even catching up on her pint of Haagen Daz," Harry mumbled, sleep still trying to overtake him as he ate his breakfast. Malfoy and Pansy looked unusually silent this morning. Maybe Snape whipped him, Harry muttered to himself, remembering what he had said last night. A strange sound was coming down from the 2nd corridor…almost like music, really loud, muggle music. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in slid Karista in her pajama pants and shirt, along with some fuzzy rainbow socks, the ones Harry found particularly funny because each of the toes were defined.
"WHEN IT'S OVER, THAT'S THE TIME I FALL IN LOVE AGAIN," Karista bellowed, carrying a pint of mint chocolate chip in her open hand, the black music box in her other. She was dancing all over the place. "AND WHEN YOU GO-GO-GO-GO, I KNOW, IT NEVER ENDS…NEVER ENDS…ALL THE THINGS THAT I USE-."
She stopped dead, pressing the stop button on the box and looking around.
"S-sorry…I didn't think anyone else was in here, being as it's 10 o'clock," she stuttered, hiding the pint of ice cream behind her back. Her eyes were puffy and her face looked a mess, not to mention her hair, which was flying all over the place. "I'll just be heading back upstairs now…"
"Nonsense," said Dumbledore, an amused look upon his face. "We don't care how you look."
Snape was looking as if he was smiling behind his hands, just as McGonagall was trying hard not to laugh. Professor Flitwick had fallen of his chair, laughing hysterically on the floor. Blushing furiously, Karista headed over to the empty spot at the table. Even Malfoy had the same love-struck look on his face.
"I got a little…er…preoccupied," Karista murmured, buttering a slice of toast.
"I liked that song you were singing to, please put it back on," Dumbledore said, a chuckle escaping his mouth. Harry just sat grinning at Karista.
"Hey there buddy, I wouldn't be laughing there," Karista said, looking serious yet faulting greatly. "He who snores under the moon."
Ron snorted into his drink as Hermione hid her face in her hands. Karista took the pint of ice cream and placed it in front of her, then burst out laughing. Harry blushed furiously.
"I think it was because of your singing, you kinda sound like a banshee when you sing and you are depressed," Harry laughed, causing Karista to hit him on the arm. Ron and Hermione were bawling with laughter as the teachers looked at them strangely.
"FUNNY, at least I can sing, unlike Harry Potter here, who sounds like he swallowed a walnut whole," Karista almost slammed her face into the plate in front of her. She was laughing so hard that her rib cage was being broken in half. Ron had fallen out of his chair and Dumbledore was laughing heartily. The teachers sat chuckling merrily, all except Malfoy and Pansy, who simply sat pushing the food around their plates.
All Harry could do was blush.
"Don't you like it when I sing like that, darlin?" Harry said, his voice sounding shrill and feminine, much like a girl, batting his eyelashes furiously at her.
Karista sat giggling, her face rigged with laughter.
"Thank you Mr. Pillsbury doughboy," Karista let out another laugh as everyone stared at her. "Oh, sorry…It's a muggle brand of food. It's pre maid, and all you have to do is cook it…"
They all nodded their understanding as they kept eating their breakfast, listening still to Sugar Ray.