(A/N) Once again, there's not much to say about this chapter. Hope ya love
it!
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone/thing else in the story.
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Harry closed his eyes and let the fading sunlight warm his face. A cool November breeze lifted his hair away from his eyes and he re-opened them.
*Don't be the boy who leaves with the sun.*
He was sitting on a large rock over-looking the ocean. It was the most terrific site he had ever seen and he was amazed that he never thought to come here before. He looked down at the white sand in time to see a large boarhound run across it, kicking dirt at the girl running after it.
"Fang!" Kittie wailed as the sand stung her face. Harry groaned. Think of the devil and she shall come. She leaped forward and tackled the dog into the sand. Fang twisted his neck around to lick Kittie's pink face.
She hooked a leash around Fang's neck and squealed as Fang took off,dragging her in the sand behind him. Harry laughed.
Kittie, suprised, let go of the leash, and looked up at Harry. She gave him a quick scowl and ran after the dog. Harry did a double take.
Her brown hair was pulled into a high, but loose bun and silver studs ran up her ears. She wore torn jeans that was very fitting and showed red nylons beneath them. Her shirt was black and tucked in the front, but not the back, covering everything down to her ham strings. She was,again, wearing the deadly spikes and thin chain.
No wonder Fang ran from her.
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Later that night, Harry took his broom and flew over the pitch. He hovered over the bleachers for a moment, confused.
A light,tinkling vioce was singing underneath them. Harry wasn't suprised when he flew down and was face to face with Kittie.
Kittie was suprised, though. She stopped singing and tripped over a rock.
Harry watched, amused, as she stood as gracefully as she could, and brushed herself off. He grinned and cocked his eye brows at her bare feet.
"It's a cold night." He said as Kittie crossed her arms. "Where are your shoes?"
"Don't worry about it." Kittie wiggled her toes.
Harry laughed and offered his hand. Kittie stepped back.
"What? Don't you trust me?"
Kittie looked at his hand as if it were a snake, ready to attack. Her blue eyes flickered to Harry's face, then back to his hand.
"You usually take girls by the hand and sweep them off their feet, Potter?"
Harry snorted. "Nope. Once again, you have made yourself unique."
Kittie laughed. She took a step forward but didn't take his hand. "Will you take me anywhere but here?"
"Sure."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Kittie placed her small hand in Harry's and he slowly wrapped his fingers around it. Suddenly he pulled her onto the broom behind him and put on a huge burst of speed. Kittie squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Her hair pulled out of her bun and it sailed behind them like a banner.
Harry dived towards the lake, causing Kittie tighten her grip on him and press her face against his back.
He slowed down, letting her relax her grip. Kittie hooked her knees under the broom stick, and hung upside-down over the water. She let her finger tips trail over midnight-blue surface of the lake.
Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her up. He shifted her so that she was sitting in front of him, then,once again taking her hands, he threw her off the front.
Kittie made a weird noise, but stopped when she realized that Harry was still holding her hands, letting her bare feet skate against the glassy surface. She laughed and tugged on Harry's hand, asking to be brought up again.
She sat sideways on the broom in front of him. When Harry was sure the broom was going to keep slowly circling the lake, he turned sideways and let his feet trail the water with Kittie.
"Why did you do that?"
Kittie looked at Harry from the corner of her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, but I trust you."
"Why, though?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"So what happened to them?"
Kittie sighed. "I guess I should tell you. But you have to *swear* you won't say a word."
Harry took her pinky with his. Kittie laughed. "I haven't pinky-swore anything since I was eight."
"So?"
Kittie took a deep breath. "My parents came from a long line of witches and wizards and just about everything else possible. My mother had Banshee in her blood. Anyways, they got married striaght out of Hogwarts and had me a few years later. Everyone was in uproar over it. They thought that I would grow to be different. Powerful. Dark. Anything that made me scary."
She paused and took another deep breath. "Voldemort thought the same and sought out to kill me and my parents. My parents found out and hid me in an orphanage. With they came home, they met the Dark Lord himself. It was my birthday, a week before Halloween. On Halloween, he sought to kill you. He was going for me as soon as you were out of the way."
"But," Harry said the truth hitting him like a rock. "I saved you. Had I died, you would have been next."
Kittie nodded.
"Then what happened?"
She shook her head. "That's enough information for today. Can you take me back?"
Harry nodded. Within minutes, they were hovering over a balcony Kittie confirmed as hers.
"Shh.... I don't want to wake anyone up." Kittie slid off the broom and hopped in pain as she landed on her feet wrong. Harry laughed lightly.
"K-Silcia?"
Kittie spun around at the door. "Hmm?"
"Can we call a truce?"
"Truce?"
"As in we agree to disagree?"
Kittie thought about it for a second before answering. "Let me sleep on it tonight. When I make up my mind, you'll know."
Harry nodded. "Good night, Kittie."
Kittie froze at the use of her first name. "'night."
And she disappeared again, leaving Harry staring at her back.
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They were both OOC then, but that should help those who wanted the smut. Review!
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone/thing else in the story.
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Harry closed his eyes and let the fading sunlight warm his face. A cool November breeze lifted his hair away from his eyes and he re-opened them.
*Don't be the boy who leaves with the sun.*
He was sitting on a large rock over-looking the ocean. It was the most terrific site he had ever seen and he was amazed that he never thought to come here before. He looked down at the white sand in time to see a large boarhound run across it, kicking dirt at the girl running after it.
"Fang!" Kittie wailed as the sand stung her face. Harry groaned. Think of the devil and she shall come. She leaped forward and tackled the dog into the sand. Fang twisted his neck around to lick Kittie's pink face.
She hooked a leash around Fang's neck and squealed as Fang took off,dragging her in the sand behind him. Harry laughed.
Kittie, suprised, let go of the leash, and looked up at Harry. She gave him a quick scowl and ran after the dog. Harry did a double take.
Her brown hair was pulled into a high, but loose bun and silver studs ran up her ears. She wore torn jeans that was very fitting and showed red nylons beneath them. Her shirt was black and tucked in the front, but not the back, covering everything down to her ham strings. She was,again, wearing the deadly spikes and thin chain.
No wonder Fang ran from her.
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Later that night, Harry took his broom and flew over the pitch. He hovered over the bleachers for a moment, confused.
A light,tinkling vioce was singing underneath them. Harry wasn't suprised when he flew down and was face to face with Kittie.
Kittie was suprised, though. She stopped singing and tripped over a rock.
Harry watched, amused, as she stood as gracefully as she could, and brushed herself off. He grinned and cocked his eye brows at her bare feet.
"It's a cold night." He said as Kittie crossed her arms. "Where are your shoes?"
"Don't worry about it." Kittie wiggled her toes.
Harry laughed and offered his hand. Kittie stepped back.
"What? Don't you trust me?"
Kittie looked at his hand as if it were a snake, ready to attack. Her blue eyes flickered to Harry's face, then back to his hand.
"You usually take girls by the hand and sweep them off their feet, Potter?"
Harry snorted. "Nope. Once again, you have made yourself unique."
Kittie laughed. She took a step forward but didn't take his hand. "Will you take me anywhere but here?"
"Sure."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Kittie placed her small hand in Harry's and he slowly wrapped his fingers around it. Suddenly he pulled her onto the broom behind him and put on a huge burst of speed. Kittie squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. Her hair pulled out of her bun and it sailed behind them like a banner.
Harry dived towards the lake, causing Kittie tighten her grip on him and press her face against his back.
He slowed down, letting her relax her grip. Kittie hooked her knees under the broom stick, and hung upside-down over the water. She let her finger tips trail over midnight-blue surface of the lake.
Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her up. He shifted her so that she was sitting in front of him, then,once again taking her hands, he threw her off the front.
Kittie made a weird noise, but stopped when she realized that Harry was still holding her hands, letting her bare feet skate against the glassy surface. She laughed and tugged on Harry's hand, asking to be brought up again.
She sat sideways on the broom in front of him. When Harry was sure the broom was going to keep slowly circling the lake, he turned sideways and let his feet trail the water with Kittie.
"Why did you do that?"
Kittie looked at Harry from the corner of her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, but I trust you."
"Why, though?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"So what happened to them?"
Kittie sighed. "I guess I should tell you. But you have to *swear* you won't say a word."
Harry took her pinky with his. Kittie laughed. "I haven't pinky-swore anything since I was eight."
"So?"
Kittie took a deep breath. "My parents came from a long line of witches and wizards and just about everything else possible. My mother had Banshee in her blood. Anyways, they got married striaght out of Hogwarts and had me a few years later. Everyone was in uproar over it. They thought that I would grow to be different. Powerful. Dark. Anything that made me scary."
She paused and took another deep breath. "Voldemort thought the same and sought out to kill me and my parents. My parents found out and hid me in an orphanage. With they came home, they met the Dark Lord himself. It was my birthday, a week before Halloween. On Halloween, he sought to kill you. He was going for me as soon as you were out of the way."
"But," Harry said the truth hitting him like a rock. "I saved you. Had I died, you would have been next."
Kittie nodded.
"Then what happened?"
She shook her head. "That's enough information for today. Can you take me back?"
Harry nodded. Within minutes, they were hovering over a balcony Kittie confirmed as hers.
"Shh.... I don't want to wake anyone up." Kittie slid off the broom and hopped in pain as she landed on her feet wrong. Harry laughed lightly.
"K-Silcia?"
Kittie spun around at the door. "Hmm?"
"Can we call a truce?"
"Truce?"
"As in we agree to disagree?"
Kittie thought about it for a second before answering. "Let me sleep on it tonight. When I make up my mind, you'll know."
Harry nodded. "Good night, Kittie."
Kittie froze at the use of her first name. "'night."
And she disappeared again, leaving Harry staring at her back.
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They were both OOC then, but that should help those who wanted the smut. Review!