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A Top Secret Mission
By Marina
A/N: I hope you've liked this story, I have. Actually, I'm thinking of writing more about Kestrel afterwards. Anyway, I really want people to r/r, though usually I don't care. I won't put any pressure on though; usually I go right past the bit where other authors ask you to r/r, though if the story is good enough I do r/r, and I hope you like MY story well enough to r/r. Anyway, I guess I should add a little disclaimer. Disclaimer: You all know, as I know, that the Potters, Hogwarts, the Marauders, the Houses, etc, etc, all belong to JK Rowling. I think the only thing that belongs to me is Kestrel, at least in this chapter, though Hew is sorta mine, though Hew is a bit like "Q" in James Bond. Oh, and I mention Jonathon Ross, who is this guy on the TV and Radio, who definitely doesn't belong to me.
So, I guess I'll shut up now, before I bore you all to tears.
CHAPTER TWO: Psychedelic, baby!
Kestrel, or rather Elaine, found herself clamouring onto the Hogwarts Express, and felt surprisingly tired and aching, and sick. The train corridor spun round, as she groped to find the carriage with at least one of the Marauders (she'd found out from Harry what had actually happened, and how the Marauders became animagi and such). Shaking, she found her way slowly to the last carriage, where a girl around eleven swam in front of her eyes.
"Damn time lag!" Kestrel muttered. Finally, the girl came into focus. She had a pretty face, with bright green eyes.Harry's eyes. She had red hair. Bingo! She'd found Lily.
"Are you OK?" Lily asked, sounding concerned.
Kestrel blinked. All she could remember from the night before, after she'd told Harry, Ron, Hermione and Seamus that she was leaving the next day, was very vague. She sat down, massaging her temples, then it came back to her.
Hew had told her to take a potion, which would turn her into a eleven year old girl again, and she took it. It had tasted young, and giggly, just like an eleven year old. Which was a strange thing; you couldn't taste youth or giggles. But, then again, Kestrel was a Witch, and she'd been used to having strange potions, especially when Snape had poisoned her in fourth year. It was a good thing she'd made her antidote correctly. Then, the whole world had swam for Kestrel, and next thing she knew, she was on the train.
Kestrel looked up, and sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just feel a bit.strange. Don't worry about me. Hey, can I sit here?" Lily nodded.
"I'm Lily Evans," Lily took out her hand, and Kestrel took it.
"I'm.Elaine Potter. I'm looking for my cousin, James. I've never seen him before- my mother was his father's sister, and she shamed the family by having me with some random guy, I don't know who he is, so I just had to survive, living on this crummy flat, which was dirty, and in a bad neighbourhood, cos mum was too poor to afford a better place, let alone school fees. In the end, she got really depressed, and slit her wrists. Then, I got the Hogwarts letter, and they sent someone to take me to Diagon Alley, James's dad and mum looked after me for a week before school, but James was at a mate's house." Kestrel rambled on, nervous because this was her first mission, and she wanted Lily to live, to be safe, until at least the time when Destiny had decided already her cruel fate. Kestrel wished that she could change everything, like the Death Eater's were trying so hard to do; she wished that she could somehow let Lily and James life, tell them that Pettigrew was a traitor, whatever the consequences.
Lily believed the story, and it was a good thing Hew had told her that James had in fact been at a friend's house for a week before the start of term, because then James wouldn't be able to disprove her story.
Lily and Kestrel sat in the carriage, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and two boys barged through. One looked identical to Harry, except his eyes were like Kestrel's. Though he didn't have the unique violet specks near the pupils, which ran in the line of Ravenclaw. His hair was like Kestrel's, as well, except his was more like Gryffindor's; sticking up all over the place, like he had never brushed his hair, or had never seen a brush. Like Harry's. Kestrel's was the same shade, but it was flatter, and slightly more glossy, and she had a grey streak from her right side of her fringe, running along down to the end of her hair. It ran in the line of Ravenclaw, as well.
"Hi I'm Sirius Black," the other one said. He had black hair, too. "And this is James Potter."
Kestrel rushed forward, and hugged James, which made him stare at her as if to say: "What a quack!" She straightened herself up; James looked so much like Harry, it was unbelievable. It was as if Harry had come with her, back to the seventies.
"Oh, sorry, James," she blushed. "I don't know if your parents have told you about me- I'm your cousin Elaine." For a moment, there was a blank look on his face, and then recognition dawned. He nodded, and hugged her back. She was pleased he did know about her.
"I'm sorry I missed you, but I was round Sirius'," He explained.
"Oh, don't bother yourself about it," Kestrel replied; after all, she hadn't been there. She introduced herself to Sirius, and Lily introduced herself to both of them. They all sat down and started to talk.
"I have one sister, but she's working in France, as a teacher at Beuxbatons. She's called Jeanette. She's about eighteen, and she can be really annoying, but sometimes she can be nice," James added, cringing as if it shamed him to praise his sister. Kestrel thought of Abigail, and bowed her head, hoping no one could see her silent tears.
"Kess! Wead me another stowy!" Kestrel could hear Abigail beg; Abigail could never pronounce her 'r's making her sound like that Muggle man on the TV and radio, called Jonathon Ross. Kestrel had tried teaching her to speak properly, and occasionally she did. Abigail always loved to hear Kestrel read.
"I have one sister, called Petunia. She's nasty to me because she found I was a witch. She's been calling me things like "Freak" all summer. She used to like me, and we used to be best friends, but she just can't stand anything slightly out of the ordinary!" Lily added.
Again, more memories of Abigail glued themselves to Kestrel's mind's eyes. "Kess! Look, I dwew a pictuwe of you. Do you like it, Kess?" Abigail loved to draw, and Kess had all her pictures at Hogwarts, in her own time. They were childish scribbles, but Kestrel kept them framed, but hid them in her chest of drawers; she couldn't bear to look at them. Abigail, was only one, and she liked nothing better than to draw. Kestrel remained silent.
"I used to have a sister," Sirius piped up, in sad, bereft tones that didn't suit him at all. Kestrel looked up. "She was called Lila. The most beautiful child there ever was, with her soft blonde curls, and her angelic smile, and bright blue eyes. But, one day, she was rushed into St Mungos. I visited her once, read to her, and when I finished the story, she was asleep, with a happy smile across her face, but I couldn't wake her. She wouldn't wake up!" Sirius dissolved into tears. Lily blew her nose on a handkerchief, and James looked awkward, patting Sirius gingerly on the back.
Kestrel decided to speak up. She couldn't tell the whole truth, but she could tell them just a bit about Abigail. "I had a half-sister, called Abigail. She was one, and sweet, innocent, and angelic. When my mother died, I looked after her. But it was too, too much. I couldn't take it. I didn't have what it takes to be a mother. I didn't have the time. I tried my best to be a substitute of a mother- I tried my darndest! I honesty did! But, in the end, it was just too much. So, when she was asleep, I- I, took her out of the house, brought her to an orphanage, left a note, and left her there on the doorstep. I wish I could see her angel's face again. Wish I'd hear her say 'Elle! Wead to me please!' just one more time. Wish I could see her drawing." Kestrel had been very cautious to say "Elle" rather than "Kess", which would've made everyone suspicious.
There was silence, then Lily went to hug Kestrel, when Kestrel looked up, she saw someone else had entered the carriage. A boy, with brown eyes, and brown hair. She recognised him as a younger version of her old Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin.
"That was really, really touching," he said, and his eyes told Kestrel he meant it, Sirius and James nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing. I'm Remus Lupin," he added, and the rest of the group introduced themselves to him.
They talked, and talked, as the train clocked up the miles, a long scarlet snake, creeping along the countryside. Then, the trolley lady came in, and they feasted on Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and chocolate frogs, and many of Kestrel's favourite sweets.
When they did go to Hogwarts, it was dusk, and they staggered in the dark, until they saw Hagrid. His huge silhouetted frame, holding a lantern shouted: "Firs' years this way! Come 'ere Firs' years!"
Kestrel, the Marauders and Lily followed him to the lake, and everyone shivered slightly in the cold. They boarded the boats, and gazed in awe at their surroundings as they sped on, sailing towards the castle Kestrel knew and loved. When they saw it, there were wondrous gasps and "oohs!" and "ahhhs!" as if at a fireworks display. Kestrel could remember, when she had first seen the castle, uttering the same gasp of surprise and awe, and remembered wondering at it's integrity and splendour.
The boats stopped, with a slight bump, and they all climbed out. Remus looked slightly pale, and Sirius was quiet. They walked on in a crocodile line, until they got to an empty chamber, which Kestrel recognised as the one, which she had been taken to before her Sorting. Professor McGonagall came, and she looked just as strict, though ever so slightly younger. You could say she looked beautiful; youth shone from her eyes, and her posture was just the tinsy bit more relaxed, her mouth was in a slight smile, and though she still had the look of stern authority, Kestrel could tell at a glance, that her transfiguration teacher was more relaxed, and in love. Mind you, she hadn't yet taught James Potter and the Marauders, who would become infamous for their pranks. She gave the same speech she gave to Kestrel and her generation, and then stalked off, leaving behind a trail of whispers.
"What house do you think you're going to be in, Elaine?" James asked. "I want to be in Gryffindor!"
Kestrel thought. The Hat would place her in Ravenclaw, she could remember when she had put the hat on in her own time.
"Ravenston, Kestrel!" McGonagall read out. Kestrel stepped forward, anxious. She'd been waiting all her life to be chosen into Ravenclaw; after all, she didn't wish to disgrace her family by being in any other House. She was Rowena Ravenclaw's descendent. She HAD to be in Ravenclaw. So, she sat on the stool, and jammed the Hat over her head. It was a good thing she couldn't see; though, she wished she could block out the noise of the students who she feared would laugh at her.
"Hello, Kestrel. Yet another Heir of Ravenclaw! I guess this is going to be an easy job; you're Rowena reincarnated! Heck, you look more like her than everyone else in your family. Any way, onto business. There's not much competition in you - RAVENCLAW!" Kestrel sighed a sigh of relief, then sat down at her table.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I guess either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."
The rest of the group wished to be in Gryffindor, though Lily also said she'd like to be in Ravenclaw. Kestrel knew it'd be better for her to be in Gryffindor, if she was to do this mission. And she had to. McGonagall came back in, and led them to the Great Hall, where the rest of the school sat, waiting and watching. Kestrel's heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the man she hated most of all.Graham Ravenston, her father. He sat, amongst a group of girls, who all looked very pretty and popular. It dawned on Kestrel that Graham Ravenston could've picked any woman he wished.why Elisabeth Campbell? She could see her mother, sitting watching Graham with the expression of a loyal dog, and she wished to say: "Mother! Don't fool for him! Get yourself a nice man, who'll respect and love you, and treat you right!" But, she knew she couldn't do anything about it; if she did, people would start to ask questions.
The Sorting Hat sat on its old stool, in front of the teacher's table. Some of them, Kestrel knew from her own time. Then the Hat started to sing, but Kestrel didn't listen. She was trying to think of a way she could bluff her way into Gryffindor, and bypass Ravenclaw.after all, she did have Godric Gryffindor's blood in her as well, so it wouldn't be too much of a treachery of her ancestors. And, as she was on her mission, she was a Potter, not a Ravenston (thank the Lord, she thought bitterly).
Then, the Sorting ritual began. Sirius, Lily and Remus were placed into Gryffindor, and then-
"Potter, Elaine."
Kestrel stepped up, sat on the stool, and placed the Hat on her head. Before the Hat could speak up, she said, in her mind:
"Listen Hat, I would naturally slot into Ravenclaw, being her descendent, but I'm also Gryffindor's, and I really NEED to go in Gryffindor, because-"
"I know, I know," The Hat replied. "You're forgetting I know everything that in your head. So it's - GRYFFINDOR!"
Kestrel jumped up off the stool, placed the Hat down, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, when the Hat (which was Sorting James) shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!" And James followed her to the table.
After their feast, on the way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Sirius chirped, "You've gotta admit, that Hogwarts is gonna be 'psychedelic baby!'" Kestrel, Lily and the Marauders laughed contentedly, then made their separate ways to the dorms.
A Top Secret Mission
By Marina
A/N: I hope you've liked this story, I have. Actually, I'm thinking of writing more about Kestrel afterwards. Anyway, I really want people to r/r, though usually I don't care. I won't put any pressure on though; usually I go right past the bit where other authors ask you to r/r, though if the story is good enough I do r/r, and I hope you like MY story well enough to r/r. Anyway, I guess I should add a little disclaimer. Disclaimer: You all know, as I know, that the Potters, Hogwarts, the Marauders, the Houses, etc, etc, all belong to JK Rowling. I think the only thing that belongs to me is Kestrel, at least in this chapter, though Hew is sorta mine, though Hew is a bit like "Q" in James Bond. Oh, and I mention Jonathon Ross, who is this guy on the TV and Radio, who definitely doesn't belong to me.
So, I guess I'll shut up now, before I bore you all to tears.
CHAPTER TWO: Psychedelic, baby!
Kestrel, or rather Elaine, found herself clamouring onto the Hogwarts Express, and felt surprisingly tired and aching, and sick. The train corridor spun round, as she groped to find the carriage with at least one of the Marauders (she'd found out from Harry what had actually happened, and how the Marauders became animagi and such). Shaking, she found her way slowly to the last carriage, where a girl around eleven swam in front of her eyes.
"Damn time lag!" Kestrel muttered. Finally, the girl came into focus. She had a pretty face, with bright green eyes.Harry's eyes. She had red hair. Bingo! She'd found Lily.
"Are you OK?" Lily asked, sounding concerned.
Kestrel blinked. All she could remember from the night before, after she'd told Harry, Ron, Hermione and Seamus that she was leaving the next day, was very vague. She sat down, massaging her temples, then it came back to her.
Hew had told her to take a potion, which would turn her into a eleven year old girl again, and she took it. It had tasted young, and giggly, just like an eleven year old. Which was a strange thing; you couldn't taste youth or giggles. But, then again, Kestrel was a Witch, and she'd been used to having strange potions, especially when Snape had poisoned her in fourth year. It was a good thing she'd made her antidote correctly. Then, the whole world had swam for Kestrel, and next thing she knew, she was on the train.
Kestrel looked up, and sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just feel a bit.strange. Don't worry about me. Hey, can I sit here?" Lily nodded.
"I'm Lily Evans," Lily took out her hand, and Kestrel took it.
"I'm.Elaine Potter. I'm looking for my cousin, James. I've never seen him before- my mother was his father's sister, and she shamed the family by having me with some random guy, I don't know who he is, so I just had to survive, living on this crummy flat, which was dirty, and in a bad neighbourhood, cos mum was too poor to afford a better place, let alone school fees. In the end, she got really depressed, and slit her wrists. Then, I got the Hogwarts letter, and they sent someone to take me to Diagon Alley, James's dad and mum looked after me for a week before school, but James was at a mate's house." Kestrel rambled on, nervous because this was her first mission, and she wanted Lily to live, to be safe, until at least the time when Destiny had decided already her cruel fate. Kestrel wished that she could change everything, like the Death Eater's were trying so hard to do; she wished that she could somehow let Lily and James life, tell them that Pettigrew was a traitor, whatever the consequences.
Lily believed the story, and it was a good thing Hew had told her that James had in fact been at a friend's house for a week before the start of term, because then James wouldn't be able to disprove her story.
Lily and Kestrel sat in the carriage, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and two boys barged through. One looked identical to Harry, except his eyes were like Kestrel's. Though he didn't have the unique violet specks near the pupils, which ran in the line of Ravenclaw. His hair was like Kestrel's, as well, except his was more like Gryffindor's; sticking up all over the place, like he had never brushed his hair, or had never seen a brush. Like Harry's. Kestrel's was the same shade, but it was flatter, and slightly more glossy, and she had a grey streak from her right side of her fringe, running along down to the end of her hair. It ran in the line of Ravenclaw, as well.
"Hi I'm Sirius Black," the other one said. He had black hair, too. "And this is James Potter."
Kestrel rushed forward, and hugged James, which made him stare at her as if to say: "What a quack!" She straightened herself up; James looked so much like Harry, it was unbelievable. It was as if Harry had come with her, back to the seventies.
"Oh, sorry, James," she blushed. "I don't know if your parents have told you about me- I'm your cousin Elaine." For a moment, there was a blank look on his face, and then recognition dawned. He nodded, and hugged her back. She was pleased he did know about her.
"I'm sorry I missed you, but I was round Sirius'," He explained.
"Oh, don't bother yourself about it," Kestrel replied; after all, she hadn't been there. She introduced herself to Sirius, and Lily introduced herself to both of them. They all sat down and started to talk.
"I have one sister, but she's working in France, as a teacher at Beuxbatons. She's called Jeanette. She's about eighteen, and she can be really annoying, but sometimes she can be nice," James added, cringing as if it shamed him to praise his sister. Kestrel thought of Abigail, and bowed her head, hoping no one could see her silent tears.
"Kess! Wead me another stowy!" Kestrel could hear Abigail beg; Abigail could never pronounce her 'r's making her sound like that Muggle man on the TV and radio, called Jonathon Ross. Kestrel had tried teaching her to speak properly, and occasionally she did. Abigail always loved to hear Kestrel read.
"I have one sister, called Petunia. She's nasty to me because she found I was a witch. She's been calling me things like "Freak" all summer. She used to like me, and we used to be best friends, but she just can't stand anything slightly out of the ordinary!" Lily added.
Again, more memories of Abigail glued themselves to Kestrel's mind's eyes. "Kess! Look, I dwew a pictuwe of you. Do you like it, Kess?" Abigail loved to draw, and Kess had all her pictures at Hogwarts, in her own time. They were childish scribbles, but Kestrel kept them framed, but hid them in her chest of drawers; she couldn't bear to look at them. Abigail, was only one, and she liked nothing better than to draw. Kestrel remained silent.
"I used to have a sister," Sirius piped up, in sad, bereft tones that didn't suit him at all. Kestrel looked up. "She was called Lila. The most beautiful child there ever was, with her soft blonde curls, and her angelic smile, and bright blue eyes. But, one day, she was rushed into St Mungos. I visited her once, read to her, and when I finished the story, she was asleep, with a happy smile across her face, but I couldn't wake her. She wouldn't wake up!" Sirius dissolved into tears. Lily blew her nose on a handkerchief, and James looked awkward, patting Sirius gingerly on the back.
Kestrel decided to speak up. She couldn't tell the whole truth, but she could tell them just a bit about Abigail. "I had a half-sister, called Abigail. She was one, and sweet, innocent, and angelic. When my mother died, I looked after her. But it was too, too much. I couldn't take it. I didn't have what it takes to be a mother. I didn't have the time. I tried my best to be a substitute of a mother- I tried my darndest! I honesty did! But, in the end, it was just too much. So, when she was asleep, I- I, took her out of the house, brought her to an orphanage, left a note, and left her there on the doorstep. I wish I could see her angel's face again. Wish I'd hear her say 'Elle! Wead to me please!' just one more time. Wish I could see her drawing." Kestrel had been very cautious to say "Elle" rather than "Kess", which would've made everyone suspicious.
There was silence, then Lily went to hug Kestrel, when Kestrel looked up, she saw someone else had entered the carriage. A boy, with brown eyes, and brown hair. She recognised him as a younger version of her old Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin.
"That was really, really touching," he said, and his eyes told Kestrel he meant it, Sirius and James nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing. I'm Remus Lupin," he added, and the rest of the group introduced themselves to him.
They talked, and talked, as the train clocked up the miles, a long scarlet snake, creeping along the countryside. Then, the trolley lady came in, and they feasted on Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and chocolate frogs, and many of Kestrel's favourite sweets.
When they did go to Hogwarts, it was dusk, and they staggered in the dark, until they saw Hagrid. His huge silhouetted frame, holding a lantern shouted: "Firs' years this way! Come 'ere Firs' years!"
Kestrel, the Marauders and Lily followed him to the lake, and everyone shivered slightly in the cold. They boarded the boats, and gazed in awe at their surroundings as they sped on, sailing towards the castle Kestrel knew and loved. When they saw it, there were wondrous gasps and "oohs!" and "ahhhs!" as if at a fireworks display. Kestrel could remember, when she had first seen the castle, uttering the same gasp of surprise and awe, and remembered wondering at it's integrity and splendour.
The boats stopped, with a slight bump, and they all climbed out. Remus looked slightly pale, and Sirius was quiet. They walked on in a crocodile line, until they got to an empty chamber, which Kestrel recognised as the one, which she had been taken to before her Sorting. Professor McGonagall came, and she looked just as strict, though ever so slightly younger. You could say she looked beautiful; youth shone from her eyes, and her posture was just the tinsy bit more relaxed, her mouth was in a slight smile, and though she still had the look of stern authority, Kestrel could tell at a glance, that her transfiguration teacher was more relaxed, and in love. Mind you, she hadn't yet taught James Potter and the Marauders, who would become infamous for their pranks. She gave the same speech she gave to Kestrel and her generation, and then stalked off, leaving behind a trail of whispers.
"What house do you think you're going to be in, Elaine?" James asked. "I want to be in Gryffindor!"
Kestrel thought. The Hat would place her in Ravenclaw, she could remember when she had put the hat on in her own time.
"Ravenston, Kestrel!" McGonagall read out. Kestrel stepped forward, anxious. She'd been waiting all her life to be chosen into Ravenclaw; after all, she didn't wish to disgrace her family by being in any other House. She was Rowena Ravenclaw's descendent. She HAD to be in Ravenclaw. So, she sat on the stool, and jammed the Hat over her head. It was a good thing she couldn't see; though, she wished she could block out the noise of the students who she feared would laugh at her.
"Hello, Kestrel. Yet another Heir of Ravenclaw! I guess this is going to be an easy job; you're Rowena reincarnated! Heck, you look more like her than everyone else in your family. Any way, onto business. There's not much competition in you - RAVENCLAW!" Kestrel sighed a sigh of relief, then sat down at her table.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "I guess either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."
The rest of the group wished to be in Gryffindor, though Lily also said she'd like to be in Ravenclaw. Kestrel knew it'd be better for her to be in Gryffindor, if she was to do this mission. And she had to. McGonagall came back in, and led them to the Great Hall, where the rest of the school sat, waiting and watching. Kestrel's heart skipped a beat when she caught sight of the man she hated most of all.Graham Ravenston, her father. He sat, amongst a group of girls, who all looked very pretty and popular. It dawned on Kestrel that Graham Ravenston could've picked any woman he wished.why Elisabeth Campbell? She could see her mother, sitting watching Graham with the expression of a loyal dog, and she wished to say: "Mother! Don't fool for him! Get yourself a nice man, who'll respect and love you, and treat you right!" But, she knew she couldn't do anything about it; if she did, people would start to ask questions.
The Sorting Hat sat on its old stool, in front of the teacher's table. Some of them, Kestrel knew from her own time. Then the Hat started to sing, but Kestrel didn't listen. She was trying to think of a way she could bluff her way into Gryffindor, and bypass Ravenclaw.after all, she did have Godric Gryffindor's blood in her as well, so it wouldn't be too much of a treachery of her ancestors. And, as she was on her mission, she was a Potter, not a Ravenston (thank the Lord, she thought bitterly).
Then, the Sorting ritual began. Sirius, Lily and Remus were placed into Gryffindor, and then-
"Potter, Elaine."
Kestrel stepped up, sat on the stool, and placed the Hat on her head. Before the Hat could speak up, she said, in her mind:
"Listen Hat, I would naturally slot into Ravenclaw, being her descendent, but I'm also Gryffindor's, and I really NEED to go in Gryffindor, because-"
"I know, I know," The Hat replied. "You're forgetting I know everything that in your head. So it's - GRYFFINDOR!"
Kestrel jumped up off the stool, placed the Hat down, and walked over to the Gryffindor table, when the Hat (which was Sorting James) shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!" And James followed her to the table.
After their feast, on the way to the Gryffindor Common Room, Sirius chirped, "You've gotta admit, that Hogwarts is gonna be 'psychedelic baby!'" Kestrel, Lily and the Marauders laughed contentedly, then made their separate ways to the dorms.