(A/N)Hey I'm back. My computer is being stubborn and my parents think I'm
on it too much. I don't know where they got that idea from. Anyways, the
future chappies might take a little longer, depending how this plays out.
I'm only on thin ice now. Enjoy!!!
Disclaimers: Drum roll please!! I don't own Harry Potter or anything that looks familiar from the series! Dum Dum Dum!
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As school started again, Harry went out of his way to aviod Kittie. When it was impossible to aviod her, he acted like nothing was wrong. But she wasn't blind.
Kittie was retailiating by giving him the cold shoulder when he was forced to be near her. She acted like he wasn't even there or treated him too formally.
A few weeks into January it started to rain. Harry took to another habit other than flying in his free time.
He pointed at his mirror and said "Kittie Silcia."
His reflection disappeared and he found himself looking into her dormitories. Kittie was laying on her stomach on her bed, eating an apple and reading a large book.
She stood up to light a candle as the sun set. Suddenly a door slammed open and Hermione rushed into view holding a large bouqet of roses.
She giggled and placed them on Kittie's nightstand. Kittie shook her head. "Ron?"
"No! They're for you! Why? Is Ron sending you roses?" Hermione sat on the end of her bed as Kittie looked for a card.
"Not the last time I checked." She found the card and cocked her eyebrows. "Secret Admirer?!"
Hermione squealed.
"Popcorn, Harry?"
Harry blinked and laughed as Ron pulled up a chair in front of the mirror and offered him a small bag.
He grabbed a handful and turned back to the mirror.
"Who could it be from, Kittie?!"
Parvati had walked in in time to hear the words "Secret Admirer."
Kittie shrugged. "A shy first or second year, someone who sees me from a distance and convinced themselves that they're in love, someone I hate that thinks that I'll jump down their throat if I found out it was them, or a joke."
Hermione grinned. "They're roses. It's too sweet to be a joke."
"There are a lot of things that are to sweet to be a joke." She angrily took the roses out of the vase. She threw one to each girl and threw the rest into the fireplace.
Parvati stared. "Why did you do that, Kittie?"
She shrugged. "If they can't say it to my face because they're paranoid or just too much of a coward, then it's not worth it."
Harry shrank in his seat.
"Didja send them?" Ron asked.
"No, but I know what she's talking about and it had nothing to do with the roses."
Ron snorted.
The door opened again and Ginny walked in. She grabbed Kittie's hands and pulled her out into the corridor.
The mirror faltered for a second and the image sharpened. Kittie was listening to Ginny as she leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Harry made out the word "Lupin".
Kittie paled and nodded. She rushed back in and the mirror blurred for a second, but she was already back out with her cloak.
She ran through the castle and,instead of Lupin's office, she made her way up several flights of stairs until she came to the top of a tower.
The door was open and as Kittie took a careful step in, the enormous fireplace roared to life.
"Kittie?"
"Yeah. Why did you need to talk to me here?"
Lupin stood from a high-backed chair in front of the fireplace.
"Because." He threw her something silver and long. Kittie caught the hilt and the blade dragged slightly on the stone floor.
"I already know how to use the sword, Remus."
"I know that. When was the last time you held one?"
Kittie lifted the sword's tip towards the ceiling. "Eleven."
"So you're probely rusty?"
"What's this about?"
Lupin sighed. "You know as well as I do that Voldemort isn't just going to drop dead. If there's going to be a fight, I want you to be ready."
"Why me, though? If anyone's going to fight him, it's most likely going to be Harry."
"You never know."
Kittie let the tip drag on the floor again. "And?"
Remus reached for a sword. He faced Kittie.
"You're joking."
"Why would I joke about this?Now, are we going to see how much you remember or what?"
Kittie sighed and held her sword up, ready for battle.
Suddenly, steel hit steel and a clang echoed through the room. The fight went on for half an hour without break.
Kittie finally angrily thrust and Lupins sword caught hers and he twisted. Her sword flew from her grasp.
Kittie grabbed an axe from above the fireplace and caught Lupin's sword. This time she twisted and his sword flew and stuck in a stone colomn.
"Damn." Ron breathed. "Where did Kittie learn this stuff, Harry?"
Harry shrugged and leaned forward even more.
Lupin grabbed a spear from the wall by the door and Kittie shook her head. "I thought you could choose better than that, Remus."
Her axe sliced through the handle and Lupin dropped it in suprise. He pulled out his wand.
"Now that's not fair. You said three weapons."
"And a wand is a weapon."
Kittie braced herself as Lupin yelled, "Stupify!"
Her axe was suddenly turned to the side and the steel relfected the curse as it shot back at Lupin. He fell to the floor.
Kittie stood over Lupin and she shook her head. "Looks like I'm not the one that's rusty, Remus." She pulled his wand out of his grasp and pointed her wand at him.
"Prior Incantanem."
He blinked and looked up. Kittie spun his wand between her fingers. Lupin pulled himself up and smiled. She handed him his wand and ducked as another curse shot out of it.
It hit a shield and shot back at Kittie. She pointed her own wand at the ground and she shot upwards. Lupin dived out of the way as the curse flew outside.
"Don't tell me that was fair!"
"Dark wizards don't play fair."
She stuck her tounge out at him and grabbed her cloak. "See you in class tomarrow, Remus. By the way, what did I get on that pop quiz?"
"Tisk, tisk, Ms. Slicia. You're just going to have to be patient like the rest of the class."
She shrugged. "It was worth a shot."
Harry suddenly jumped up and pointed his wand at the mirror. The scene of Kittie running down the stairs disappeared and his reflection reappeared.
Ron looked suprised. "What-?!"
"I have to talk to her. I'll be right back."
He ran out of the door. He reached the stairs Kittie was running down and he stopped.
She was running towards the trick stair and she didn't look like she was ready stop.
Harry ran upwards and she had enough time to see Harry before she fell *through* the stair.
He dived foward in time to grab Kittie's hands that were thrown upwards.
She dangled over the moving stairs below her. She let out a small scream as their hands slipped slightly.
"The stair won't let you pull me back up,Harry!" She called up to him.
"Then what do you propose we do?!"
"Drop me!"
"What?! Are you suicidal or something?!"
"Arrgh. Hang on!"
She let out a shrill whistle and the nearest stair moved under her.
"Drop me, Harry!"
"How did you-?"
"Don't worry about it!"
"It's fifteen feet down!"
"I've dropped further. Now!"
He let her go and ran to the banister to see how she made it.
She screamed the whole way down and she crumbled as she hit the stairs. Her head hit the stair with a sickening *crack*.
Harry jumped unto the next stairs and jumped again unto the stair Kittie was laying, out cold. It started to move against the wall as soon as Harry touched it.
He lifted Kittie's head slightly and made a face as he felt her blood on his hand. As soon as the stair was against the wall, Harry hooked an arm beneath her knees and the other under her back and he let her head gently rolled unto his shoulder as he carefully but quickly ran for the hospital wing.
"You know." Madame Pomfrey said as she applied a green potion to the back of Kittie's head. "Everytime she's in here, you're with her. Is it just coincidence or is something going on?"
Harry shook his head. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked, changing the subject.
Pomfrey nodded. "Just fine." She wrote something on a clipboard.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever seen Ms. Silcia eat before?"
"Yes....why?"
"It's nothing, really, just that she's really under weight. I thought she might have an eating disorder. Does she rush to the bathroom after dinner or any other meals?"
Harry gaped. "I-I don't know. I never really noticed."
She sighed and took Kittie's pulse.
"How much does she weigh?"
"Take a guess, Mr.Potter. This isn't the first time you carried her in here."
Harry bit his lip. Kittie was very light and quick on a broom. She didn't throw up just to stay quick on a broom, did she?
Kittie groaned. Madame Pomfrey was there in a second, trying to convince her to lay down and stuff a piece of chocolate in her mouth at the same time.
She coughed and sat up,in spite of Pomfrey's objections. As she rubbed her forehead, Pomfrey asked her quietly, "Ms. Silcia, when was the last time you ate?"
"I ate an apple in my dorm not two hours ago. Why?"
"Because you are seriously under weight and I'm going to ask the headmaster to put you on a diet."
Kittie's eyes snapped open. "You-you don't have to. I'll keep an eye on my meals and I can check in in a few months!"
Madame Pomfrey eyed her suspiciously. "Alright, Ms.Silcia. But if you haven't gained at least ten pounds by March, I'm bringing it up with the headmaster."
Kittie nodded eagerly and jumped to her feet. She swayed slightly and caught herself. She shot Madame Pomfrey a small smile and walked out.
Harry turned to follow her, but Pomfrey held out a hand. "Please watch her, Mr.Potter. If she's anything like her mother she won't come back on her own."
He wanted to ask why, but his legs were carrying him down the corridor in time to see Kittie press her back against the wall and slide down it.
She drew up her knees and pressed her forehead against it. Harry sat next to her. "What do you want, Harry?"
"Just to see how you're doing. Is that a crime?"
She shrugged. "But then again, when did you give a damn about the rules?"
Harry laughed. "So you're not-not-"
"Starving myself? No. And no, I don't throw up my meals. I can't explain why I'm small."
"Did you starve yourself before?"
Kittie bit her lip. "*I* didn't starve myself before. But someone else did."
Harry nodded. He learned long ago that whatever information Kittie had, she would tell him on her own, as long as he didn't push her.
"What's with your eyes?" He asked suddenly as the moonlight hit her eyes and illuminated the small lightning bolt in them.
"They're things in my face that let me see, Harry."
"Ha,ha, hardy har. Seriously. What's with the lightning bolt?"
Kittie shrugged. "I think I was someone who saw something they shouldn't of in a past life. Who knows?"
Harry sighed and stood up.
"Are you done sulking, or are you going to sit there all night?"
Kittie looked up, suprised. She pulled herself up and stared at Harry.
"Why are you avioding me lately?"
He swallowed. "I don't want to be your weakness, Kittie."
Kittie laughed. Harry felt the corners of his own lips twitch.
"Do you really think that after fourteen years of trying to kill you, Harry, Voldemort's going to let you live if I join him?"
Harry froze. One word floated across his mind as Kittie continued to laugh.
Idiot.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ok. Don't forget to review. need ideas for Pansy's revenge!!!
Disclaimers: Drum roll please!! I don't own Harry Potter or anything that looks familiar from the series! Dum Dum Dum!
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As school started again, Harry went out of his way to aviod Kittie. When it was impossible to aviod her, he acted like nothing was wrong. But she wasn't blind.
Kittie was retailiating by giving him the cold shoulder when he was forced to be near her. She acted like he wasn't even there or treated him too formally.
A few weeks into January it started to rain. Harry took to another habit other than flying in his free time.
He pointed at his mirror and said "Kittie Silcia."
His reflection disappeared and he found himself looking into her dormitories. Kittie was laying on her stomach on her bed, eating an apple and reading a large book.
She stood up to light a candle as the sun set. Suddenly a door slammed open and Hermione rushed into view holding a large bouqet of roses.
She giggled and placed them on Kittie's nightstand. Kittie shook her head. "Ron?"
"No! They're for you! Why? Is Ron sending you roses?" Hermione sat on the end of her bed as Kittie looked for a card.
"Not the last time I checked." She found the card and cocked her eyebrows. "Secret Admirer?!"
Hermione squealed.
"Popcorn, Harry?"
Harry blinked and laughed as Ron pulled up a chair in front of the mirror and offered him a small bag.
He grabbed a handful and turned back to the mirror.
"Who could it be from, Kittie?!"
Parvati had walked in in time to hear the words "Secret Admirer."
Kittie shrugged. "A shy first or second year, someone who sees me from a distance and convinced themselves that they're in love, someone I hate that thinks that I'll jump down their throat if I found out it was them, or a joke."
Hermione grinned. "They're roses. It's too sweet to be a joke."
"There are a lot of things that are to sweet to be a joke." She angrily took the roses out of the vase. She threw one to each girl and threw the rest into the fireplace.
Parvati stared. "Why did you do that, Kittie?"
She shrugged. "If they can't say it to my face because they're paranoid or just too much of a coward, then it's not worth it."
Harry shrank in his seat.
"Didja send them?" Ron asked.
"No, but I know what she's talking about and it had nothing to do with the roses."
Ron snorted.
The door opened again and Ginny walked in. She grabbed Kittie's hands and pulled her out into the corridor.
The mirror faltered for a second and the image sharpened. Kittie was listening to Ginny as she leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Harry made out the word "Lupin".
Kittie paled and nodded. She rushed back in and the mirror blurred for a second, but she was already back out with her cloak.
She ran through the castle and,instead of Lupin's office, she made her way up several flights of stairs until she came to the top of a tower.
The door was open and as Kittie took a careful step in, the enormous fireplace roared to life.
"Kittie?"
"Yeah. Why did you need to talk to me here?"
Lupin stood from a high-backed chair in front of the fireplace.
"Because." He threw her something silver and long. Kittie caught the hilt and the blade dragged slightly on the stone floor.
"I already know how to use the sword, Remus."
"I know that. When was the last time you held one?"
Kittie lifted the sword's tip towards the ceiling. "Eleven."
"So you're probely rusty?"
"What's this about?"
Lupin sighed. "You know as well as I do that Voldemort isn't just going to drop dead. If there's going to be a fight, I want you to be ready."
"Why me, though? If anyone's going to fight him, it's most likely going to be Harry."
"You never know."
Kittie let the tip drag on the floor again. "And?"
Remus reached for a sword. He faced Kittie.
"You're joking."
"Why would I joke about this?Now, are we going to see how much you remember or what?"
Kittie sighed and held her sword up, ready for battle.
Suddenly, steel hit steel and a clang echoed through the room. The fight went on for half an hour without break.
Kittie finally angrily thrust and Lupins sword caught hers and he twisted. Her sword flew from her grasp.
Kittie grabbed an axe from above the fireplace and caught Lupin's sword. This time she twisted and his sword flew and stuck in a stone colomn.
"Damn." Ron breathed. "Where did Kittie learn this stuff, Harry?"
Harry shrugged and leaned forward even more.
Lupin grabbed a spear from the wall by the door and Kittie shook her head. "I thought you could choose better than that, Remus."
Her axe sliced through the handle and Lupin dropped it in suprise. He pulled out his wand.
"Now that's not fair. You said three weapons."
"And a wand is a weapon."
Kittie braced herself as Lupin yelled, "Stupify!"
Her axe was suddenly turned to the side and the steel relfected the curse as it shot back at Lupin. He fell to the floor.
Kittie stood over Lupin and she shook her head. "Looks like I'm not the one that's rusty, Remus." She pulled his wand out of his grasp and pointed her wand at him.
"Prior Incantanem."
He blinked and looked up. Kittie spun his wand between her fingers. Lupin pulled himself up and smiled. She handed him his wand and ducked as another curse shot out of it.
It hit a shield and shot back at Kittie. She pointed her own wand at the ground and she shot upwards. Lupin dived out of the way as the curse flew outside.
"Don't tell me that was fair!"
"Dark wizards don't play fair."
She stuck her tounge out at him and grabbed her cloak. "See you in class tomarrow, Remus. By the way, what did I get on that pop quiz?"
"Tisk, tisk, Ms. Slicia. You're just going to have to be patient like the rest of the class."
She shrugged. "It was worth a shot."
Harry suddenly jumped up and pointed his wand at the mirror. The scene of Kittie running down the stairs disappeared and his reflection reappeared.
Ron looked suprised. "What-?!"
"I have to talk to her. I'll be right back."
He ran out of the door. He reached the stairs Kittie was running down and he stopped.
She was running towards the trick stair and she didn't look like she was ready stop.
Harry ran upwards and she had enough time to see Harry before she fell *through* the stair.
He dived foward in time to grab Kittie's hands that were thrown upwards.
She dangled over the moving stairs below her. She let out a small scream as their hands slipped slightly.
"The stair won't let you pull me back up,Harry!" She called up to him.
"Then what do you propose we do?!"
"Drop me!"
"What?! Are you suicidal or something?!"
"Arrgh. Hang on!"
She let out a shrill whistle and the nearest stair moved under her.
"Drop me, Harry!"
"How did you-?"
"Don't worry about it!"
"It's fifteen feet down!"
"I've dropped further. Now!"
He let her go and ran to the banister to see how she made it.
She screamed the whole way down and she crumbled as she hit the stairs. Her head hit the stair with a sickening *crack*.
Harry jumped unto the next stairs and jumped again unto the stair Kittie was laying, out cold. It started to move against the wall as soon as Harry touched it.
He lifted Kittie's head slightly and made a face as he felt her blood on his hand. As soon as the stair was against the wall, Harry hooked an arm beneath her knees and the other under her back and he let her head gently rolled unto his shoulder as he carefully but quickly ran for the hospital wing.
"You know." Madame Pomfrey said as she applied a green potion to the back of Kittie's head. "Everytime she's in here, you're with her. Is it just coincidence or is something going on?"
Harry shook his head. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked, changing the subject.
Pomfrey nodded. "Just fine." She wrote something on a clipboard.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever seen Ms. Silcia eat before?"
"Yes....why?"
"It's nothing, really, just that she's really under weight. I thought she might have an eating disorder. Does she rush to the bathroom after dinner or any other meals?"
Harry gaped. "I-I don't know. I never really noticed."
She sighed and took Kittie's pulse.
"How much does she weigh?"
"Take a guess, Mr.Potter. This isn't the first time you carried her in here."
Harry bit his lip. Kittie was very light and quick on a broom. She didn't throw up just to stay quick on a broom, did she?
Kittie groaned. Madame Pomfrey was there in a second, trying to convince her to lay down and stuff a piece of chocolate in her mouth at the same time.
She coughed and sat up,in spite of Pomfrey's objections. As she rubbed her forehead, Pomfrey asked her quietly, "Ms. Silcia, when was the last time you ate?"
"I ate an apple in my dorm not two hours ago. Why?"
"Because you are seriously under weight and I'm going to ask the headmaster to put you on a diet."
Kittie's eyes snapped open. "You-you don't have to. I'll keep an eye on my meals and I can check in in a few months!"
Madame Pomfrey eyed her suspiciously. "Alright, Ms.Silcia. But if you haven't gained at least ten pounds by March, I'm bringing it up with the headmaster."
Kittie nodded eagerly and jumped to her feet. She swayed slightly and caught herself. She shot Madame Pomfrey a small smile and walked out.
Harry turned to follow her, but Pomfrey held out a hand. "Please watch her, Mr.Potter. If she's anything like her mother she won't come back on her own."
He wanted to ask why, but his legs were carrying him down the corridor in time to see Kittie press her back against the wall and slide down it.
She drew up her knees and pressed her forehead against it. Harry sat next to her. "What do you want, Harry?"
"Just to see how you're doing. Is that a crime?"
She shrugged. "But then again, when did you give a damn about the rules?"
Harry laughed. "So you're not-not-"
"Starving myself? No. And no, I don't throw up my meals. I can't explain why I'm small."
"Did you starve yourself before?"
Kittie bit her lip. "*I* didn't starve myself before. But someone else did."
Harry nodded. He learned long ago that whatever information Kittie had, she would tell him on her own, as long as he didn't push her.
"What's with your eyes?" He asked suddenly as the moonlight hit her eyes and illuminated the small lightning bolt in them.
"They're things in my face that let me see, Harry."
"Ha,ha, hardy har. Seriously. What's with the lightning bolt?"
Kittie shrugged. "I think I was someone who saw something they shouldn't of in a past life. Who knows?"
Harry sighed and stood up.
"Are you done sulking, or are you going to sit there all night?"
Kittie looked up, suprised. She pulled herself up and stared at Harry.
"Why are you avioding me lately?"
He swallowed. "I don't want to be your weakness, Kittie."
Kittie laughed. Harry felt the corners of his own lips twitch.
"Do you really think that after fourteen years of trying to kill you, Harry, Voldemort's going to let you live if I join him?"
Harry froze. One word floated across his mind as Kittie continued to laugh.
Idiot.
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ok. Don't forget to review. need ideas for Pansy's revenge!!!