(A/N) Thanks guys! i'm going to try and get the Christmas chapters by
Christmas. So i'll probely have a new chap every day. If I'm lucky. Does
anyone have ideas for christmas? I think the mistle toe thing is played
out. But im looking for new ideas.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters/names you reconize from the series.
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Harry narrowed his eyes as Kittie breezed by. That's right breezed. No, she couldn't walk like a normal person. She had to breeze.
She returned his glare at the Griffindor table. She was leading the first years behind McGonagall. She threw her head back and walked even more gracfully.
"Everyone please gather here." McGonagall said to the first years and Kittie. She cleared her throat. "Will the new fifth year please step forward?"
Kittie stepped up and Harry groaned. She had to be a fifth year too. She couldn't be in any other year than year he was, could she? Could luck hate him anymore?
Obviously it could. After a long five minutes the hat finally shouted, "GRIFFINDOR!"
Harry's groans and curses were drowned out by the tables claps and wolf whistles. The twins stood up and guided Kittie to a seat between them. Unfortunately, the seat happened to be in front of Harry.
He made sure to aviod eye contact with Kittie and instead busied himself with eyeing her arm. He first noticed it as she raised her arm to clap a new first year.
A burn.
An ugly, long burn that started at her wrist and ran up her sleeve. She noticed his eyes and dropped her arm immediatly, hiding it under the table top.
As the sorting ended Harry's eyes traveled to the teachers' table. And almost cried out in joy.
Proffessor Lupin was politely clapping. He caught Harry's eye and gave a small wave. Harry waved back, perhaps too big because Ron had to duck.
As the feast began, Harry listened in on Ginny and Kittie's conversation.
"So where did you come from?" Ginny asked politely.
"America and Britian."
"How's so?"
"I was born here, but when I was a year old, I moved to America. After I found I was a witch at eight, I moved back to Britian." Kittie took a large bite of turkey and followed it with a chug of pumpkin juice.
"Hungry are you?" Harry blurted rudely. Ginny shot him a look that reminded him of Mrs.Weasley.
"Ravenous." Kittie looked up and suddenly seemed to remember who she was talking to and angrily looked back down to her food.
As they made their way up to Griffindor Tower, Harry was horrified to see Kittie and Ginny still talking. But now they were being less formal and polite and every other sentence was followed by small bursts of laughter. Ginny leaned over and whispered something and Kittie snorted and gave George a small wave.
He swallowed and blushed. He made his way to Harry's side and whispered frantically to him, "What are they saying?"
Harry shrugged and said rather loudly, "I have better things to do than listen in on little brats' conversations."
Kittie and Ginny spun around and stuck their tounges out at him. Laughing madly, they lost themselves in the crowd dragging into the portrait.
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The next morning, Harry dragged himself to the Great Hall and silently hoped Kittie had gotten lost.
But no. Ginny and Kittie walked in laughing this time with Hermione.
As Hermione sat between Harry and Ginny, he leaned over and whispered, "Traiter."
Hermione stabbed him on the leg with a fork. Kittie stood and walked to the Slytherin table. And Harry said,"Oh. My. God."
Instead of the usual plaid skirt that girls wore, Kittie was wearing very large kaikis that fit snuggly around her tiny waist, but each leg could have fit six of her in them. Her white button-up shirt beneath the green vest wasn't buttoned to her neck and the tie was loosely hanging in front of her chest. On her arms were black nylons with holes all over them. On her wrists were two very dangerous-looking spikes. A thin, silver chain hung around her neck with the tie. On the end, it had a dog-tag with a single sapphire in the center.
Half-way to the table McGonagall stood and motioned Kittie over. As Kittie approached, she pulled out a white parchment. They talked for a moment, and Kittie made her way to the Slytherin table again.
Kittie sat between Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy. Pansy sneered but Draco took the paper and smiled. He clapped Kittie on the shoulder.
Harry felt a wave of anger come over him.
"What's the matter, Harry? Jealous, are we?"
Ginny's voice snapped him out of his red haze. He glared at her, and took the schedule McGonagall was waving at him. He grinned.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts first." He told Ron. Ron gave a thick cheer as he shoved scrambled eggs into his mouth.
Harry was one of the last to leave the Great Hall. As he turned to a corrider, he ran into Seamus Finnigan.
"What's going on?" He asked. Seamus grinned. "New girl's getting into a fight!"
Harry pushed through the crowd in time to see Kittie pull out her wand and point it at Cho.
"Say it again, Chang." She gritted forcing her chin up with the tip of her wand.
Cho saw Harry and ducked under Kittie's wand and ran behind him. Harry pulled out his wand at pointed it between Kittie's flashing blue eyes.
"This doesn't concern you, Potter."
"The hell it doesn't."
"POTTER! SILCIA!"
Harry and Kittie's head snapped to the end of the corridor to see a very triumphant Snape gliding to them.
"Follow me please." He sneered.
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A/N: There ya go. This is why I need detention ideas. ANY ideas, I need them. I like Kittie as a punk and I'm brewing a situation with Draco and Ginny being her friends. I need more couples too. Review, PLEASE!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters/names you reconize from the series.
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Harry narrowed his eyes as Kittie breezed by. That's right breezed. No, she couldn't walk like a normal person. She had to breeze.
She returned his glare at the Griffindor table. She was leading the first years behind McGonagall. She threw her head back and walked even more gracfully.
"Everyone please gather here." McGonagall said to the first years and Kittie. She cleared her throat. "Will the new fifth year please step forward?"
Kittie stepped up and Harry groaned. She had to be a fifth year too. She couldn't be in any other year than year he was, could she? Could luck hate him anymore?
Obviously it could. After a long five minutes the hat finally shouted, "GRIFFINDOR!"
Harry's groans and curses were drowned out by the tables claps and wolf whistles. The twins stood up and guided Kittie to a seat between them. Unfortunately, the seat happened to be in front of Harry.
He made sure to aviod eye contact with Kittie and instead busied himself with eyeing her arm. He first noticed it as she raised her arm to clap a new first year.
A burn.
An ugly, long burn that started at her wrist and ran up her sleeve. She noticed his eyes and dropped her arm immediatly, hiding it under the table top.
As the sorting ended Harry's eyes traveled to the teachers' table. And almost cried out in joy.
Proffessor Lupin was politely clapping. He caught Harry's eye and gave a small wave. Harry waved back, perhaps too big because Ron had to duck.
As the feast began, Harry listened in on Ginny and Kittie's conversation.
"So where did you come from?" Ginny asked politely.
"America and Britian."
"How's so?"
"I was born here, but when I was a year old, I moved to America. After I found I was a witch at eight, I moved back to Britian." Kittie took a large bite of turkey and followed it with a chug of pumpkin juice.
"Hungry are you?" Harry blurted rudely. Ginny shot him a look that reminded him of Mrs.Weasley.
"Ravenous." Kittie looked up and suddenly seemed to remember who she was talking to and angrily looked back down to her food.
As they made their way up to Griffindor Tower, Harry was horrified to see Kittie and Ginny still talking. But now they were being less formal and polite and every other sentence was followed by small bursts of laughter. Ginny leaned over and whispered something and Kittie snorted and gave George a small wave.
He swallowed and blushed. He made his way to Harry's side and whispered frantically to him, "What are they saying?"
Harry shrugged and said rather loudly, "I have better things to do than listen in on little brats' conversations."
Kittie and Ginny spun around and stuck their tounges out at him. Laughing madly, they lost themselves in the crowd dragging into the portrait.
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The next morning, Harry dragged himself to the Great Hall and silently hoped Kittie had gotten lost.
But no. Ginny and Kittie walked in laughing this time with Hermione.
As Hermione sat between Harry and Ginny, he leaned over and whispered, "Traiter."
Hermione stabbed him on the leg with a fork. Kittie stood and walked to the Slytherin table. And Harry said,"Oh. My. God."
Instead of the usual plaid skirt that girls wore, Kittie was wearing very large kaikis that fit snuggly around her tiny waist, but each leg could have fit six of her in them. Her white button-up shirt beneath the green vest wasn't buttoned to her neck and the tie was loosely hanging in front of her chest. On her arms were black nylons with holes all over them. On her wrists were two very dangerous-looking spikes. A thin, silver chain hung around her neck with the tie. On the end, it had a dog-tag with a single sapphire in the center.
Half-way to the table McGonagall stood and motioned Kittie over. As Kittie approached, she pulled out a white parchment. They talked for a moment, and Kittie made her way to the Slytherin table again.
Kittie sat between Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy. Pansy sneered but Draco took the paper and smiled. He clapped Kittie on the shoulder.
Harry felt a wave of anger come over him.
"What's the matter, Harry? Jealous, are we?"
Ginny's voice snapped him out of his red haze. He glared at her, and took the schedule McGonagall was waving at him. He grinned.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts first." He told Ron. Ron gave a thick cheer as he shoved scrambled eggs into his mouth.
Harry was one of the last to leave the Great Hall. As he turned to a corrider, he ran into Seamus Finnigan.
"What's going on?" He asked. Seamus grinned. "New girl's getting into a fight!"
Harry pushed through the crowd in time to see Kittie pull out her wand and point it at Cho.
"Say it again, Chang." She gritted forcing her chin up with the tip of her wand.
Cho saw Harry and ducked under Kittie's wand and ran behind him. Harry pulled out his wand at pointed it between Kittie's flashing blue eyes.
"This doesn't concern you, Potter."
"The hell it doesn't."
"POTTER! SILCIA!"
Harry and Kittie's head snapped to the end of the corridor to see a very triumphant Snape gliding to them.
"Follow me please." He sneered.
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A/N: There ya go. This is why I need detention ideas. ANY ideas, I need them. I like Kittie as a punk and I'm brewing a situation with Draco and Ginny being her friends. I need more couples too. Review, PLEASE!!!!