Kit was wandering down the deserted halls of Hogwarts. He knew he shouldn't
be here, but Ambear had grounded him for calling Professor Snape a slimy git. While Ambear agreed, she had told him it was still rude of him to say that. Now, he had nothing better to do. Far down the Charms corridor, there was a door that was locked tight. He stared at the door, noticing the brown tones that blended into the shadows. No one else could have found the door, but Kit had a knack for these things.
He concentrated hard on that door.
"Do 'ou really want to be oocked?" he asked it. "Being oocked
keeps you all 'lone! If 'ou unoock I can come een!" He liked talking to
doors and other inanimate objects, and they liked him too. There was a click and the door unlocked. His method was so much easier than that hellomoro whats-it-called that Ambear did.
He went in the dark and deserted room. He didn't see the hole in the floor that was covered by boards and tripped over the big door
handle."OW!" he cried. No one heard him, though. He sat up and looked at his knee. There were little trickles of blood were running down it. He looked close and sang the owie song Ambear had taught him.
"Owie go way, don't hurt me no more. Sitting here un uh floor.
No more cryin, I not dyin. Owie don't hurt me no more." Magically, the 'owie' healed up, leaving nothing but a scab. The song was apparently a spell, though Kit didn't know it.
He walked further in and towards another smaller door. He pulled on the handle and out of nowhere, a voice asked for the "Password." Kit thought for a minute, and the answer came to him out of nowhere.
"Queerditch Marsh!" The door opened to a huge room that had large windows and was painted baby blue. Inside, there were books, toys,
and loads of other stuff that he played with for a long time. His favorite toy was a purple unicorn that talked to him. As he went to leave, something
caught his eye. It was a yellowed envelope with lots of words on it. He
decided to take it to Ambear when he was thrown into the air.
"Uh oh," he muttered. Late as he was, Kit flew down the corridor
and students started laughing.
"Kit, you in trouble again?" a first year asked as he zoomed by.
"I dink so!" he called. The portrait door opened, and he landed
on the floor at the feet of a very angry Ameber Pushca. She was stressed
from exams, she was PMSing, the whole school was ignoring her, and it was
starting to get annoying. She didn't mean to take out her anger on Kit, but
it happened anyway.
"KIT POTTER, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? I COME HERE HOPING TO FIND
YOU PLAYING WITH DOBBY. AND IS THAT WHAT I GET? NOOOOO! YOU HAVE POOR
DOBBY DANCING AND SINGING 'I'M A LITTLE TEAPOT' WHILE YOU PRANCE ABOUT THE
SCHOOL! I AM THIS CLOSE TO STOPPING YOUR MAGIC YOUNG MAN!!!" She didn't seem
to take a breath while she yelled. He stared at her wide eyed and she
collasped on his bed, spent. "Oh Kit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Well,
I did, but I dunno. It's hard. I was scared -- I was afriad something had
happened to you." She started to cry. "You're all I got, kiddo. Just tell me
before you go somewhere."
"Ou wuv me Ambear?" he asked.
"Oh, Kit. I love you more than anyone has ever loved me." She
was sobbing, but trying to keep composure at the same time.
"I wuv ou, Ambear. Lotsa lots. What ou mean no one else wuv
you?"
"Oh, nothing, Kit. I am just glad I don't have to go home in the
summer."
"Me too! Are we gonna play all this summer too?" he asked
energetically.
"I hope so, Kit." She sighed. She had a whopper headache and
lots of homework. "If I leave you with Dobby, will you curse him again?"
"Noppers!" he grinned.
"Okay. But I'm changing your password just in case." He nodded,
but as she went to have a talk with the portrait, he stopped her.
"Ambear, wait!" She turned, though her only focus right now was
that bed in her dorm.
"What?" she asked, exasperated. If he said anything that even
sounded like mere stalling, she was gonna...
"What's dis?" he handed her the crumpled letter and she exaimed
it closely.
To: Kit
From: Your father
Curious, she opened the envelope. A key fell out which she picked up and
put in her pocket.
Dear Kit,
If you are reading this, I have passed on. I am sorry, my baby
mage. Your mother and I have no choice but to do what we are about to do.
That sounds strange, I know. Professor Dumbledore will explain it to you
some time, if he hasn't already.
I hope you like this room. I knew any decendant of mine would be
drawn to it when they were ready, especially you. You are my son, and I
love you no matter what. In this room is a trunk that you may open as you
wish. Inside are all my posessions. I entrust them with you as soon as you
are old enough.
Take care,
Father
Ameber gasped.
"Kit this-- this is… I'll give it to you later. I have to go.
Love you, bye." She ran out of the room yelling at the portrait, "Change the
password to Great Dane." She didn't know where she got that but it just came
out. She ran all the way to the teachers lounge and there was Remus. She
burst in panting. He was the only one there and his lined faced frowned when
he saw her.
"Ameber, are you okay? Is something wrong withKit?" She shook
her head, unable to talk. Ameber panted heavily. "Here, sit." He patted the
couch next to him and she sat. He waited until she caught her breath. "Are
you okay?"
"Ye-yeah." She took in a deep breath. "What is that?" she asked,
gesturing towards the envolope.
"This," he raised an eyebrow, "is extrodinary. You knew of
course that Kit's magic is advanced -- very advanced -- and the fact that he
can unlock doors is amazing."
"Yeah."
"Well, the day before he left, Harry spent a day somewhere in
the castle, but no one knew where. He told me right before he left that he
had left a letter for Kit where he was sure to find it. I assumed he left it
in the charms wing.
"There is a corridor there that is closed off; it is where Harry
spent his times. There used to be spells all around, but those were cleared
out. Harry used it as a thinking place. It reminded him of his first year at
Hogwarts when he recovered the Sorcerer's stone from the Dark Lord."
Ameber nodded. "I read about that. Oh, this was also in the
envelope." She handed him the bronze key from her pocket. "I assume it is a
key to the trunk."
"Yes. Now I think you better go study, young lady." She grinned,
and then winced, although Remus didn't see.
"Yeah." She left, walking toward the common room. With her mind
on sleeping, she was not looking where she was going and accidentally bumped
into someone, causing her to land on the floor.
"Sorry," she muttered. Ameber looked at the boy she had collided
with. He was tall with brown eyes and brown hair.
"It's okay. Do you want some help?" he offered her his hand.
"Thanks."
"Haven't I seen you around with Kit?" He had seen her! Finally,
someone noticed her existence!
"Yeah. Um... I... yeah," she stammered. She brushed her hair
behind her ear nervously.
"Do you like babysitting all the time? Wouldn't you rather be
with friends?" he asked. He was actually taking an intrest in her!
Headache forgotten, she answered him. "No, I erm... I don't have many
friends. I don't have ANY friends, actually." 'No. now he'll think I am
some sort of social outcast. Not that I am not…' she thought.
"Oh. Well, I don't see why. You seem like a great girl. Um...
would you like to go to the Three Broomsticks with me on the next Hogsmeade
trip?"
"Yeah. By the way, I'm Ameber Pushca."
He laughed musically. "I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Finnagian."