A/N: Hey people! You love me! You really love me! And most of this time I
thought you reveiwers were just saying you liked this. *wipes tear away
from her eye*. But I clicked on most of your guys' name thingies. Thank you
those who put me on their favorite stories list. You guyz rock!! PS: Just a
warning, the angst is layered on at the end, we're going to take a closer
look at Kittie's past.
Disclaimers: Let's see..... I own......nothing. So don't sue me!
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Harry sniggered, making Kittie and Hermione turn and stare at him.
"Harry? Are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked as Kittie pulled her hair up in a ponytail.
"Fine! I'm just-*snicker*- fine!" Harry burst into laughter at Kittie as she arched an eyebrow at him. He pulled out a candy cane. She eyed it.
"How many of those did you have?" She asked suddenly. Hermione snapped her book shut and pulled the candy cane out of Harry's mouth, making him make sounds of a baby deprived of his bottle.
Kittie put the candy cane back in his mouth. "Well?"
"I lost count around seven."
Hermione and Kittie had identical looks of astonishment of their faces, making Harry snicker harder.
"What's wrong with Harry?" Ron had taken a seat beside Hermione.
"He has his first sugar-high." Kittie shook her head.
"I am *not* on a sugar-high!" Harry tried to keep his face straight but his vioce cracked and he burst into another fit of laughter. He began bouncing childishly on his seat.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked sharply. Harry laughed harder.
"That's a good McGonagall expression."
Kittie pulled Harry up as Hermione blanched. "Will you sit still?" She whispered as they were out of ear shot.
He grinned broadly. "You know, you look cute when your exasperated."
Her high cheek bones turned pink and Harry nearly keeled over.
"That's it." She said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth. "I'm cutting you off!"
"Cutting me off? You're the one who gave it to me!" He attempted to grab it back, but Kittie held it behind her back.
Soon, they were both rolling on the floor, and the candy cane flew across the room. Harry attempted to go after it, but Kittie, still on the floor, kicked his hamstring. He tumbled to the floor again and she crawled on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground.
"Now that I have your attention," she said, cradling his hips between her knees. "Chill."
Harry pulled his face into a puppy-dog expression. Kittie sat back a little.
"Don't look at me like that, Harry."
"Then can we please do something? It's so boring in the common room."
Ginny threw the candy cane out of the window. "That's enough sugar for you, young man." she scolded standing over Harry and Kittie.
Kittie sighed and let his arms go, sitting back on his upraised knees. "What do you want to do?"
Seamus walked in through the portrait and cheered. "Way to go, Harry!"
"Anything! Just to get out of here!"
"Fine. You can come with me to get weighed by Madme Pomfrey."
"But I don't wanna!" He whined.
"Then stay and study with Hermione."
"Fine. I'll go. But when you're done, we get to do what I want."
Seamus cheered again. "That's a-tellin her, Harry!"
Kittie glared up at him and he dropped his arm and looked down.
"Fine. But if we get into any trouble..."
Harry grinned. "Relax! What could happen?"
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They reached the Hospital Wing early, because Harry insisted on sliding down the banisters, because it would "be faster".
After an agonizing fifteen minutes, Kittie came back, truimphant.
"She says that I gained twelve pounds! Cheers for candy canes!"
Harry cheered and picked her up, making her squeal. "Not for me though, right?" He called back to her as she pounded on his back.
"No more candy canes for you, Harry!" She gave up on hitting his back, and tried to twist around to see where he was taking her. They stopped in the middle of a deserted corridor.
He dropped her and slid down the wall. "I'm bored!" He whined, his feet dancing.
"Harry!" Someone called down the hallway. Kittie growled and Harry sobered immediatly.
Hannah practically bounced down the hallway. "Looks like you're not the only one who discovered the wonderful world of sugar." Kittie muttered to him. He grinned.
Hannah smiled down at him and swooped him down in a hug. She sat back, and not noticing the look of death that she was recieving from Kittie, began talking very quickly.
"I've been looking for you for ages! Have you been ignoring me? Where did you go after the party? I heard from a few Ravenclaws who heard from a couple first years, who heard from a Griffindor, that you were in the girls' dormitories around Christmas. Do you have a girlfriend that you didn't tell me about? Or are you single now? Because if you are, would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Oh, hallo, Kittie. Didn't see you there."
She turned and grinned at Kittie's astonished expression. Kittie blinked and looked at Harry. "I gotta go to the library anyways, see you around, Candy-Man."
She stood up quickly and walked down the corridor, leaving Harry confused behind her. That just happened way too fast.
"Kittie, wait!" He called as she reached the end. She spun around.
"I'm still bored!"
"Then invite your little friend to the common room and we'll see if we can play a game. I'll even invite a few of *my* friends." She grinned evilly as Harry studied her suspiously.
Hannah squealed. "Can we play spin-the-bottle? Please?! I absolutly love that game!"
She clinged to Harry's arm and Kittie fought to keep her face straight. "We'll see." She turned and, to Harry's horror, strolled down the dungons.
Hannah pulled on his arm and dragged him all the way to Griffindor Tower. She waited for Harry to give the Fat Lady the password as she plugged her ears.
As soon as the portrait swung open, she danced on her toes and pulled Harry through.
Hermione and Ron had disappeared, but Ginny was reading on the window seat. She looked suprised to see Hannah and she pulled him aside, prying Hannah's fingers off his arm.
"What is she doing here? What about Kittie?" She whispered fiercly as Hannah 'ooh' and 'ahh'-ed the pictures, who were all giving her the same look of pity.
"It was Kittie's idea!" Harry said defensively.
"What is she up to,then?"
"I dunno!"
Hannah ran to his side and pulled him to the stairs leading to the dormitories. "I'd really like to see your room, Harry." she whispered, as Ginny adjusted the pillows so she could flop on them.
"Er-"
He was saved from answering, however as the portriat swung open and Kittie walked in, followed by a few teenagers, bunched together, staring at the room in astonishment.
Roger Davies, Draco, A seventh-year Slytherin girl, Justin Flin- Fletchley (sorry if I spelled it wrong!), Millicent Bulstrode, and a group of Griffindors that she found in the hall.
Harry glared at Roger, who was busy inspecting the poofy armchairs. The Slytherin girl sat next to Ginny, who grinned. Justin ran to Hannah and began talking excitedly about the portriat.
Harry took the opportunity to pull his arm, unnoticed, out of Hannah's grip. Kittie walked over to him and shoved his shoulder gently. "I thought of bringing a crowbar, but I found Justin instead." She whispered. Harry sniggered.
Draco sat on the other side of Ginny and Millicent Bulstrode flopped on the couch, making herself at home.
"Where is Ron and Hermione?" Kittie turned to Ginny who flushed.
"They're in the upstairs hallway-er- *studying*."
Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulders and laughed. Harry ran up the stairs to witness some serious snogging.
Covering his eyes, he nudged Ron in the back. "What do you want?!" He said thickly.
"Your presence is demanded, so you can continue your study session later. Just not in our room."
They stood and Harry waited until he felt them walk past him, before dropping his hands from his eyes and walking back behind them.
Just as everyone began to get comfortable, Hannah called for attention. "Let's play spin the bottle!" She called.
A few boys glanced at each other nervously and nearly all the girls giggled. Kittie flopped on a love chair, next to Harry. "How are we gonna do it?"
Harry nervously played with his ring as Hannah thought it over. It looked like work.
Ginny spoke up. "No-Sibling rule is enforced."
Harry turned to Kittie. "No-Sibling rule?"
"It's when if the bottle lands on your sibling, you don't kiss them and you get to go again." Hermione answered.
"What about the Gender rule?" Kittie asked.
"Gender rule?"
"It's when you can't kiss someone of the same sex."
"I don't like that idea." Dean said suddenly. Everyone stared at him.
"I-I mean I kinda like the idea of girls kissing each other."
The guys cheered but the girls made faces. "Gender rule is not enforced, then." Hermione said through gritted teeth.
Ginny gagged in the corner. "Ok, everyone." she called, standing up."In the middle of the room." Kittie flicked her wand and pillows and cushions covered the floor.
As Kittie situated herself on her knees, Harry whispered, "I kinda like you on your knees."
Hermione blanched and Kittie quickly called for attention, before she could scold him. "Hermione? Could you run up to our dorms and get us a bottle?"
Hermione shot Harry a look of disgust before disappearing back upstairs. When she returned, about six girls began fighting over who would go first.
Parvati won and she grabbed the bottle, Kittie held out a hand. "If it lands on you, you *have* to kiss them. Peck or no. Then it's your turn. No closet thing, because then we don't know if your pulling your part of the deal. No cheekie deals. Alright? Go ahead, Parvati."
Parvati placed the bottle of the floor in the middle of the giant circle. Harry scooted closer to Kittie, as if it might lessen his chance of it not landing on him.
It stopped on Roger Davies and she squealed. Harry let out a sigh of relief as she pounced on him. Kittie cocked her eyebrows at him.
As the game continued, Ron had to kiss Milicent, Milicent-Fred, Fred- Seamus. Seamus got his wish immediatly as the bottle landed on Kittie.
She shot Harry a pleading look before landing a small peck on Seamus' lips.
She spun and it landed on Roger, whose lips were purple from Parvati. She landed another small peck on his lips, suprising him.
After that, it was Roger-Lavender, Lavender-Hermione, Hermione- George, George-Draco.
Draco, still wiping his mouth repeatedly, spun and sighed in relief as it landed on Ginny.
Ron had to pull him off her after about two minutes, angrily threatning to kill him under his breathe.
Then, Ginny-Justin, Justin-Ron, Ron-Parvati, Parvati-the Slytherin girl (Robin), Robin-Fred, Fred-Kittie.
As Kittie spun again, Harry could see her cross her fingers, hoping. The bottle landed back on her. She kissed her arm.
"Uh-uh." Ginny protested. "You still have to go again."
Grumbling, Kittie spun it again. Harry crossed his fingers with hers. The bottle landed on him.
Fighting the urge to yell out in joy, Kittie quickly cupped his face and pressed her lips to his.
After what felt like seconds, that was actually nearly four minutes, Ginny yelled, "OK! Can we move on, please?!"
Kittie sat back and motioned for Harry to go. She bit her lip as it landed on Hannah.
Hannah was ecstatic and she leapt on Harry. Kittie counted to ten before pulling her off. Hannah glared at her before taking her seat again.
Hannah-George, George-Lavender, Lavender-Dean, Dean-Hermione, Hermione-Ron, Ron-Parvati, Parvati-Draco, Draco-Robin,Robin-Ron,Ron- Lavender, Lavender-Harry, Harry-Robin, Robin-Roger, Roger-Kittie, Kittie- Draco.
Draco nearly screamed as the bottle landed on Ron. After kissing him, they both ran to the window, Ginny was already leaning over.
Ron-Millicent(A/N:poor Ron. that's twice!), Millicent-Parvati, Parvati-Lavender, Lavender-Harry, Harry-Ginny, Ginny-Roger.
By this time, it was night and Harry's sugar-high had completly vanished. After helping Kittie shoo everyone who wasn't Griffindor out, he flopped back on the couch.
Ginny yawned and said she was going to bed. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks and faked yawns too. Harry silently whispered,"Not the boys' dorm, please not the boys'..."
But the next door to slam was on the right and he groaned. Kittie laughed. "It's alright, Harry."
"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"What are you implying, Mr. Potter?"
"Nothing! I'm not going to-"
"Shut up, Harry."
He grinned and pretended to stretch. Kittie pulled out her wand and Harry jerked his arm back.
But instead of cursing him, she pointed it at the fireplace and the fire restarted.
On the contrary to cursing him, she curled her legs under her and snuggled into Harry.
He looked down, amused. "Comfortable?"
"You have no idea."
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Harry snorted. He jerked awake and took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust.
They had fallen asleep and,during their sleep, Kittie ended up curled on his lap, clutching the front of his sweater.
Hooking his arm under her legs and another around her back, he quietly carried her up the stairs. She mumbled something in her sleep and he landed a soft kiss on her forehead.
After tucking her in, Harry's eyes were jerked to a large cupboard, slightly ajar.
Pushing the doors open, he saw a small cauldron with it's silvery depths swirling inside it.
A Pensieve.
The swirling stopped and Harry leaned forward to see a little girl with large blue eyes and long, blood-red hair giggling up at him. She obviously wasn't older than five.
Kittie.
Harry reached forward and ran his hand lightly over her face, rippling the surface.
Immediatly, he was sucked in. He was sitting next to the little girl on her bed.
She got up and jumped on her bed. Harry stood up and looked around.
He was in a muggle orphange were several adults were cooing over the children. The children were either running and screaming or playing with cheap-looking toys.
A couple with a small black-haired girl walked up and watched as Kittie flopped on her bed in front of them. She grinned openly.
"Hello Strangers!"
The woman laughed and leaned into the man as the black-haired girl jumped on the Kittie's bed and giggled.
Harry listened close as she whispered, "She certainly looks energetic, and Zoey loves her. Let's take her."
Harry studied the man as he studied Kittie. He was unshaven, pale, and disgusting-looking. He gave a little burp and whispered back, "I don't care. Take her. I just want to go back home."
"Why?" The woman whispered angrily. "So you can sit on your ass in front of that TV and get drunk?"
"Let's talk about this at home." The man angrily turned from the woman and sat on the foot of the bed.
Zoey jumped behind Kittie, far away from the man. Harry got a clear look on her face and his jaw dropped. A large bruise trailed down the right side of her face and she had cuts on her neck. He reached forward to touch the girl but his hand went through her.
Kittie looked suprised as Zoey hid behind her.
The scene shifted and Harry was in a dark bedroom. Outside it's door he could hear screaming and fighting.
Someone threw off the covers in the dark and flipped on a lamp. Kittie sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes,massaging her temples. She looked older, maybe eight.
She stood and reached for the handle but stopped and slid down the door to the floor. She raised her knees and cradled her head.
Suddenly, Harry could hear breaking glass and a smaller, younger scream. Kittie leapt to her feet and yanked open the door, and ran for the stairs.
Zoey was crying over the woman, who was lying on the floor, blood slowing growing from a wound in her head.
The man stood over her, with a broken beer bottle in his hand, yelling drunkenly at Zoey.
Kittie clutched her head and screamed from her position at the foot of the stairs, "Stop! Leave her alone!"
The man looked up and swaggered over to her. "This is your fault too, you know." Harry reached forward to pull her away, but his hands went through her too.
Kittie didn't answer but continued to glare at the man. He angrily grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Kittie screamed in pain.
The man held the broken bottle to her neck and hissed, "You little whore. If you hadn't come here in the first place-"
But he stopped as Zoey jumped on his arm and bit into it. He yelled and flung her small body into the wall. Kittie screamed, and ignoring the broken bottle, she leapt on the man.
He swaggered, pulled her off and hit her on the side of the face with the bottle.
She hit the floor, and covered her face that was already covered with blood. She ran to the woman's side and felt her neck. After a few seconds, she looked up at the man, through her blood.
"You killed her."
"She deserved it. The little slut."
"She's dead!"
"And it's your fault!"
Zoey limped over to Kittie and held her back as she swelled like a balloon.
Suddenly, what was left of the bottle in his hand, burst into thousands of tiny shreds that hovered in mid air for a few seconds before falling at his feet. He glared at Zoey.
"You're a witch! I knew you weren't my daughter!"
He clutched the girl around her throat and lifted her off the ground. Kittie's nails dug into the man's arm and she ripped.
Three, long, animal-like gashes bled from the man's arm and he yelled and let Zoey drop to the floor.
Zoey scampered into the kitchen, leaving Kittie to the man. He clutched her neck and threw her through the window.
The glass broke and she rolled onto the second-story deck outside. She pulled herself to her feet and pressed herself against the banister. The man ran forward and began to throttle her.
As she gasped for breath as someone yelled behind them. Harry spun around to see the little girl holding a can of gasoline. From the smell, he could tell she already doused the house.
She held up a lighter and the man released Kittie, who crumpled to his feet.
"Leave us alone or I swear I'll blow us all up!" She screamed and flicked the lighter.
Nothing happened. She flicked it again. Nothing.
The man laughed and stomped to her. Kittie picked herself up. "Zoey!" She screamed as a small flame leapt from the lighter.
The man grabbed her face and the lit lighter fell. Harry watched in slow motion as it hit the carpet and the entire house exploded. Kittie was thrown backwards, into the pool outside. Harry suddenly found himself on the grass beside the pool. After a few minutes of struggling Kittie desperatly splashed to the side.
Harry realized with suprise that Kittie couldn't swim.
She desperatly pulled herself out from the silver ladder and gaped at the burning house.
She then did something that Harry never thought he see her do.
She cried.
The scene shifted again and Harry looked at his surrondings. It was a gray day, and he was standing beside a girl in a long,black dress with a black veil covering her face. She made no sounds of crying as she gently placed a bunch of red flowers at the feet of a large stone angel.
Harry watched as she lifted her veil and stared blankly at the name on the stone.
Someone was suddenly at her back and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Suprised, her hand shot up and her nails tore through the man's hand.
She spun around and pressed her back against the angel as she watched the man.
"Lupin." Harry whispered.
Lupin studied the claw marks on his hand and for the first time, Harry studied his arm that Kittie ripped through not a month ago.
The tears were identical. Kittie silently glared up and him as she curled into her famous ball at the angel's feet.
Lupin dropped his hand and squatted in front on her. His hand reached up to graze the cuts on the side of her face, but Kittie's nails dug into it again.
He didn't drop it though and gently touched the welts. She jerked her face away from him and growled, "Who are you?"
Lupin grinned. "I'm your godfather."
"I don't have a godfather."
"How do you know?"
Kittie continued to silently glare at him and he sighed.
"You look so much like your mother."
She bit her lip. "You knew my parents?"
"I'm your godfather, aren't I?"
A silence passed before she quietly asked, "What was my mother like?"
Lupin sat on the ground, next to her. She tightened her ball.
"Beautiful. Very independent. In fact I used to have a secert crush on her up until I was in my third year in Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?"
Lupin stared at her. "Don't you know what you are?"
"A girl, last time I checked."
He laughed lightly. "You're a witch, Kittie."
Kittie sat in her tight ball for a few seconds, letting it sink in.
Suddenly, her eyes rolled into her head and she fainted into a suprised Lupin's arms.
The scene shifted again and he heard a light laugh beside him.
The present Kittie was standing next him. "It's amazing." She said, running a hand through her hair nervously. "That was the last time I cried. That night."
Harry looked at her in suprise as the next scene shifted and Harry was in an attic. The door opened and a bruised and battered girl stumbled in, nursing the side of her head.
"Kittie? That's you? When was this?" Harry turned to the present Kittie who was clutching her head.
"This summer."
Harry looked, stunned, as Kittie pryed boards off the window. A black owl tumbled to the floor. She picked it up and took the letter.
After reading it, she stood in thought until someone pounded on the door.
The present Kittie grabbed his hand and before he could blink, he was standing in front of the cupboard. Kittie quickly closed it and turned to him.
"Kittie, I'm sorry."
"For what? For going into my pensieve? For looking into my life? For all the things that I've been through? Because my only family is my godfather? Don't be. I never would have had the strengh to tell you any of it. And as for my godfather, I'm proud for him being the only father I ever knew."
Harry cut her off and wrapped her in a hug, to stop her rambling. She buried her face in his chest. Her shoulders shook slightly, but she couldn't cry.
They stood there for hours, until Harry felt her body go slightly limp beneath his.
He carried her sleeping body for the second time that night and laid her on her bed.
He pulled the blankets up to her chin as she curled into her ball again. He gently kissed the top of her nose and left, rubbing his neck.
His body ached from not moving for hours at a time and he sat on his bed, stretching as Ron woke up.
He looked at Harry and cocked his eyebrows. "I guess I would have a rough night too, if I had to kiss Ginny."
Harry forced himself to laugh, and he got up to take a shower, leaving Ron to cock his eyebrows at his back.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that, next chappie will be the first part of Pansy's revenge. Or you'll begin to know what it is at least. Review!!
Disclaimers: Let's see..... I own......nothing. So don't sue me!
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Harry sniggered, making Kittie and Hermione turn and stare at him.
"Harry? Are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked as Kittie pulled her hair up in a ponytail.
"Fine! I'm just-*snicker*- fine!" Harry burst into laughter at Kittie as she arched an eyebrow at him. He pulled out a candy cane. She eyed it.
"How many of those did you have?" She asked suddenly. Hermione snapped her book shut and pulled the candy cane out of Harry's mouth, making him make sounds of a baby deprived of his bottle.
Kittie put the candy cane back in his mouth. "Well?"
"I lost count around seven."
Hermione and Kittie had identical looks of astonishment of their faces, making Harry snicker harder.
"What's wrong with Harry?" Ron had taken a seat beside Hermione.
"He has his first sugar-high." Kittie shook her head.
"I am *not* on a sugar-high!" Harry tried to keep his face straight but his vioce cracked and he burst into another fit of laughter. He began bouncing childishly on his seat.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked sharply. Harry laughed harder.
"That's a good McGonagall expression."
Kittie pulled Harry up as Hermione blanched. "Will you sit still?" She whispered as they were out of ear shot.
He grinned broadly. "You know, you look cute when your exasperated."
Her high cheek bones turned pink and Harry nearly keeled over.
"That's it." She said, pulling the candy cane out of his mouth. "I'm cutting you off!"
"Cutting me off? You're the one who gave it to me!" He attempted to grab it back, but Kittie held it behind her back.
Soon, they were both rolling on the floor, and the candy cane flew across the room. Harry attempted to go after it, but Kittie, still on the floor, kicked his hamstring. He tumbled to the floor again and she crawled on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground.
"Now that I have your attention," she said, cradling his hips between her knees. "Chill."
Harry pulled his face into a puppy-dog expression. Kittie sat back a little.
"Don't look at me like that, Harry."
"Then can we please do something? It's so boring in the common room."
Ginny threw the candy cane out of the window. "That's enough sugar for you, young man." she scolded standing over Harry and Kittie.
Kittie sighed and let his arms go, sitting back on his upraised knees. "What do you want to do?"
Seamus walked in through the portrait and cheered. "Way to go, Harry!"
"Anything! Just to get out of here!"
"Fine. You can come with me to get weighed by Madme Pomfrey."
"But I don't wanna!" He whined.
"Then stay and study with Hermione."
"Fine. I'll go. But when you're done, we get to do what I want."
Seamus cheered again. "That's a-tellin her, Harry!"
Kittie glared up at him and he dropped his arm and looked down.
"Fine. But if we get into any trouble..."
Harry grinned. "Relax! What could happen?"
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They reached the Hospital Wing early, because Harry insisted on sliding down the banisters, because it would "be faster".
After an agonizing fifteen minutes, Kittie came back, truimphant.
"She says that I gained twelve pounds! Cheers for candy canes!"
Harry cheered and picked her up, making her squeal. "Not for me though, right?" He called back to her as she pounded on his back.
"No more candy canes for you, Harry!" She gave up on hitting his back, and tried to twist around to see where he was taking her. They stopped in the middle of a deserted corridor.
He dropped her and slid down the wall. "I'm bored!" He whined, his feet dancing.
"Harry!" Someone called down the hallway. Kittie growled and Harry sobered immediatly.
Hannah practically bounced down the hallway. "Looks like you're not the only one who discovered the wonderful world of sugar." Kittie muttered to him. He grinned.
Hannah smiled down at him and swooped him down in a hug. She sat back, and not noticing the look of death that she was recieving from Kittie, began talking very quickly.
"I've been looking for you for ages! Have you been ignoring me? Where did you go after the party? I heard from a few Ravenclaws who heard from a couple first years, who heard from a Griffindor, that you were in the girls' dormitories around Christmas. Do you have a girlfriend that you didn't tell me about? Or are you single now? Because if you are, would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Oh, hallo, Kittie. Didn't see you there."
She turned and grinned at Kittie's astonished expression. Kittie blinked and looked at Harry. "I gotta go to the library anyways, see you around, Candy-Man."
She stood up quickly and walked down the corridor, leaving Harry confused behind her. That just happened way too fast.
"Kittie, wait!" He called as she reached the end. She spun around.
"I'm still bored!"
"Then invite your little friend to the common room and we'll see if we can play a game. I'll even invite a few of *my* friends." She grinned evilly as Harry studied her suspiously.
Hannah squealed. "Can we play spin-the-bottle? Please?! I absolutly love that game!"
She clinged to Harry's arm and Kittie fought to keep her face straight. "We'll see." She turned and, to Harry's horror, strolled down the dungons.
Hannah pulled on his arm and dragged him all the way to Griffindor Tower. She waited for Harry to give the Fat Lady the password as she plugged her ears.
As soon as the portrait swung open, she danced on her toes and pulled Harry through.
Hermione and Ron had disappeared, but Ginny was reading on the window seat. She looked suprised to see Hannah and she pulled him aside, prying Hannah's fingers off his arm.
"What is she doing here? What about Kittie?" She whispered fiercly as Hannah 'ooh' and 'ahh'-ed the pictures, who were all giving her the same look of pity.
"It was Kittie's idea!" Harry said defensively.
"What is she up to,then?"
"I dunno!"
Hannah ran to his side and pulled him to the stairs leading to the dormitories. "I'd really like to see your room, Harry." she whispered, as Ginny adjusted the pillows so she could flop on them.
"Er-"
He was saved from answering, however as the portriat swung open and Kittie walked in, followed by a few teenagers, bunched together, staring at the room in astonishment.
Roger Davies, Draco, A seventh-year Slytherin girl, Justin Flin- Fletchley (sorry if I spelled it wrong!), Millicent Bulstrode, and a group of Griffindors that she found in the hall.
Harry glared at Roger, who was busy inspecting the poofy armchairs. The Slytherin girl sat next to Ginny, who grinned. Justin ran to Hannah and began talking excitedly about the portriat.
Harry took the opportunity to pull his arm, unnoticed, out of Hannah's grip. Kittie walked over to him and shoved his shoulder gently. "I thought of bringing a crowbar, but I found Justin instead." She whispered. Harry sniggered.
Draco sat on the other side of Ginny and Millicent Bulstrode flopped on the couch, making herself at home.
"Where is Ron and Hermione?" Kittie turned to Ginny who flushed.
"They're in the upstairs hallway-er- *studying*."
Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulders and laughed. Harry ran up the stairs to witness some serious snogging.
Covering his eyes, he nudged Ron in the back. "What do you want?!" He said thickly.
"Your presence is demanded, so you can continue your study session later. Just not in our room."
They stood and Harry waited until he felt them walk past him, before dropping his hands from his eyes and walking back behind them.
Just as everyone began to get comfortable, Hannah called for attention. "Let's play spin the bottle!" She called.
A few boys glanced at each other nervously and nearly all the girls giggled. Kittie flopped on a love chair, next to Harry. "How are we gonna do it?"
Harry nervously played with his ring as Hannah thought it over. It looked like work.
Ginny spoke up. "No-Sibling rule is enforced."
Harry turned to Kittie. "No-Sibling rule?"
"It's when if the bottle lands on your sibling, you don't kiss them and you get to go again." Hermione answered.
"What about the Gender rule?" Kittie asked.
"Gender rule?"
"It's when you can't kiss someone of the same sex."
"I don't like that idea." Dean said suddenly. Everyone stared at him.
"I-I mean I kinda like the idea of girls kissing each other."
The guys cheered but the girls made faces. "Gender rule is not enforced, then." Hermione said through gritted teeth.
Ginny gagged in the corner. "Ok, everyone." she called, standing up."In the middle of the room." Kittie flicked her wand and pillows and cushions covered the floor.
As Kittie situated herself on her knees, Harry whispered, "I kinda like you on your knees."
Hermione blanched and Kittie quickly called for attention, before she could scold him. "Hermione? Could you run up to our dorms and get us a bottle?"
Hermione shot Harry a look of disgust before disappearing back upstairs. When she returned, about six girls began fighting over who would go first.
Parvati won and she grabbed the bottle, Kittie held out a hand. "If it lands on you, you *have* to kiss them. Peck or no. Then it's your turn. No closet thing, because then we don't know if your pulling your part of the deal. No cheekie deals. Alright? Go ahead, Parvati."
Parvati placed the bottle of the floor in the middle of the giant circle. Harry scooted closer to Kittie, as if it might lessen his chance of it not landing on him.
It stopped on Roger Davies and she squealed. Harry let out a sigh of relief as she pounced on him. Kittie cocked her eyebrows at him.
As the game continued, Ron had to kiss Milicent, Milicent-Fred, Fred- Seamus. Seamus got his wish immediatly as the bottle landed on Kittie.
She shot Harry a pleading look before landing a small peck on Seamus' lips.
She spun and it landed on Roger, whose lips were purple from Parvati. She landed another small peck on his lips, suprising him.
After that, it was Roger-Lavender, Lavender-Hermione, Hermione- George, George-Draco.
Draco, still wiping his mouth repeatedly, spun and sighed in relief as it landed on Ginny.
Ron had to pull him off her after about two minutes, angrily threatning to kill him under his breathe.
Then, Ginny-Justin, Justin-Ron, Ron-Parvati, Parvati-the Slytherin girl (Robin), Robin-Fred, Fred-Kittie.
As Kittie spun again, Harry could see her cross her fingers, hoping. The bottle landed back on her. She kissed her arm.
"Uh-uh." Ginny protested. "You still have to go again."
Grumbling, Kittie spun it again. Harry crossed his fingers with hers. The bottle landed on him.
Fighting the urge to yell out in joy, Kittie quickly cupped his face and pressed her lips to his.
After what felt like seconds, that was actually nearly four minutes, Ginny yelled, "OK! Can we move on, please?!"
Kittie sat back and motioned for Harry to go. She bit her lip as it landed on Hannah.
Hannah was ecstatic and she leapt on Harry. Kittie counted to ten before pulling her off. Hannah glared at her before taking her seat again.
Hannah-George, George-Lavender, Lavender-Dean, Dean-Hermione, Hermione-Ron, Ron-Parvati, Parvati-Draco, Draco-Robin,Robin-Ron,Ron- Lavender, Lavender-Harry, Harry-Robin, Robin-Roger, Roger-Kittie, Kittie- Draco.
Draco nearly screamed as the bottle landed on Ron. After kissing him, they both ran to the window, Ginny was already leaning over.
Ron-Millicent(A/N:poor Ron. that's twice!), Millicent-Parvati, Parvati-Lavender, Lavender-Harry, Harry-Ginny, Ginny-Roger.
By this time, it was night and Harry's sugar-high had completly vanished. After helping Kittie shoo everyone who wasn't Griffindor out, he flopped back on the couch.
Ginny yawned and said she was going to bed. Ron and Hermione exchanged looks and faked yawns too. Harry silently whispered,"Not the boys' dorm, please not the boys'..."
But the next door to slam was on the right and he groaned. Kittie laughed. "It's alright, Harry."
"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
"What are you implying, Mr. Potter?"
"Nothing! I'm not going to-"
"Shut up, Harry."
He grinned and pretended to stretch. Kittie pulled out her wand and Harry jerked his arm back.
But instead of cursing him, she pointed it at the fireplace and the fire restarted.
On the contrary to cursing him, she curled her legs under her and snuggled into Harry.
He looked down, amused. "Comfortable?"
"You have no idea."
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Harry snorted. He jerked awake and took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust.
They had fallen asleep and,during their sleep, Kittie ended up curled on his lap, clutching the front of his sweater.
Hooking his arm under her legs and another around her back, he quietly carried her up the stairs. She mumbled something in her sleep and he landed a soft kiss on her forehead.
After tucking her in, Harry's eyes were jerked to a large cupboard, slightly ajar.
Pushing the doors open, he saw a small cauldron with it's silvery depths swirling inside it.
A Pensieve.
The swirling stopped and Harry leaned forward to see a little girl with large blue eyes and long, blood-red hair giggling up at him. She obviously wasn't older than five.
Kittie.
Harry reached forward and ran his hand lightly over her face, rippling the surface.
Immediatly, he was sucked in. He was sitting next to the little girl on her bed.
She got up and jumped on her bed. Harry stood up and looked around.
He was in a muggle orphange were several adults were cooing over the children. The children were either running and screaming or playing with cheap-looking toys.
A couple with a small black-haired girl walked up and watched as Kittie flopped on her bed in front of them. She grinned openly.
"Hello Strangers!"
The woman laughed and leaned into the man as the black-haired girl jumped on the Kittie's bed and giggled.
Harry listened close as she whispered, "She certainly looks energetic, and Zoey loves her. Let's take her."
Harry studied the man as he studied Kittie. He was unshaven, pale, and disgusting-looking. He gave a little burp and whispered back, "I don't care. Take her. I just want to go back home."
"Why?" The woman whispered angrily. "So you can sit on your ass in front of that TV and get drunk?"
"Let's talk about this at home." The man angrily turned from the woman and sat on the foot of the bed.
Zoey jumped behind Kittie, far away from the man. Harry got a clear look on her face and his jaw dropped. A large bruise trailed down the right side of her face and she had cuts on her neck. He reached forward to touch the girl but his hand went through her.
Kittie looked suprised as Zoey hid behind her.
The scene shifted and Harry was in a dark bedroom. Outside it's door he could hear screaming and fighting.
Someone threw off the covers in the dark and flipped on a lamp. Kittie sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes,massaging her temples. She looked older, maybe eight.
She stood and reached for the handle but stopped and slid down the door to the floor. She raised her knees and cradled her head.
Suddenly, Harry could hear breaking glass and a smaller, younger scream. Kittie leapt to her feet and yanked open the door, and ran for the stairs.
Zoey was crying over the woman, who was lying on the floor, blood slowing growing from a wound in her head.
The man stood over her, with a broken beer bottle in his hand, yelling drunkenly at Zoey.
Kittie clutched her head and screamed from her position at the foot of the stairs, "Stop! Leave her alone!"
The man looked up and swaggered over to her. "This is your fault too, you know." Harry reached forward to pull her away, but his hands went through her too.
Kittie didn't answer but continued to glare at the man. He angrily grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Kittie screamed in pain.
The man held the broken bottle to her neck and hissed, "You little whore. If you hadn't come here in the first place-"
But he stopped as Zoey jumped on his arm and bit into it. He yelled and flung her small body into the wall. Kittie screamed, and ignoring the broken bottle, she leapt on the man.
He swaggered, pulled her off and hit her on the side of the face with the bottle.
She hit the floor, and covered her face that was already covered with blood. She ran to the woman's side and felt her neck. After a few seconds, she looked up at the man, through her blood.
"You killed her."
"She deserved it. The little slut."
"She's dead!"
"And it's your fault!"
Zoey limped over to Kittie and held her back as she swelled like a balloon.
Suddenly, what was left of the bottle in his hand, burst into thousands of tiny shreds that hovered in mid air for a few seconds before falling at his feet. He glared at Zoey.
"You're a witch! I knew you weren't my daughter!"
He clutched the girl around her throat and lifted her off the ground. Kittie's nails dug into the man's arm and she ripped.
Three, long, animal-like gashes bled from the man's arm and he yelled and let Zoey drop to the floor.
Zoey scampered into the kitchen, leaving Kittie to the man. He clutched her neck and threw her through the window.
The glass broke and she rolled onto the second-story deck outside. She pulled herself to her feet and pressed herself against the banister. The man ran forward and began to throttle her.
As she gasped for breath as someone yelled behind them. Harry spun around to see the little girl holding a can of gasoline. From the smell, he could tell she already doused the house.
She held up a lighter and the man released Kittie, who crumpled to his feet.
"Leave us alone or I swear I'll blow us all up!" She screamed and flicked the lighter.
Nothing happened. She flicked it again. Nothing.
The man laughed and stomped to her. Kittie picked herself up. "Zoey!" She screamed as a small flame leapt from the lighter.
The man grabbed her face and the lit lighter fell. Harry watched in slow motion as it hit the carpet and the entire house exploded. Kittie was thrown backwards, into the pool outside. Harry suddenly found himself on the grass beside the pool. After a few minutes of struggling Kittie desperatly splashed to the side.
Harry realized with suprise that Kittie couldn't swim.
She desperatly pulled herself out from the silver ladder and gaped at the burning house.
She then did something that Harry never thought he see her do.
She cried.
The scene shifted again and Harry looked at his surrondings. It was a gray day, and he was standing beside a girl in a long,black dress with a black veil covering her face. She made no sounds of crying as she gently placed a bunch of red flowers at the feet of a large stone angel.
Harry watched as she lifted her veil and stared blankly at the name on the stone.
Someone was suddenly at her back and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Suprised, her hand shot up and her nails tore through the man's hand.
She spun around and pressed her back against the angel as she watched the man.
"Lupin." Harry whispered.
Lupin studied the claw marks on his hand and for the first time, Harry studied his arm that Kittie ripped through not a month ago.
The tears were identical. Kittie silently glared up and him as she curled into her famous ball at the angel's feet.
Lupin dropped his hand and squatted in front on her. His hand reached up to graze the cuts on the side of her face, but Kittie's nails dug into it again.
He didn't drop it though and gently touched the welts. She jerked her face away from him and growled, "Who are you?"
Lupin grinned. "I'm your godfather."
"I don't have a godfather."
"How do you know?"
Kittie continued to silently glare at him and he sighed.
"You look so much like your mother."
She bit her lip. "You knew my parents?"
"I'm your godfather, aren't I?"
A silence passed before she quietly asked, "What was my mother like?"
Lupin sat on the ground, next to her. She tightened her ball.
"Beautiful. Very independent. In fact I used to have a secert crush on her up until I was in my third year in Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?"
Lupin stared at her. "Don't you know what you are?"
"A girl, last time I checked."
He laughed lightly. "You're a witch, Kittie."
Kittie sat in her tight ball for a few seconds, letting it sink in.
Suddenly, her eyes rolled into her head and she fainted into a suprised Lupin's arms.
The scene shifted again and he heard a light laugh beside him.
The present Kittie was standing next him. "It's amazing." She said, running a hand through her hair nervously. "That was the last time I cried. That night."
Harry looked at her in suprise as the next scene shifted and Harry was in an attic. The door opened and a bruised and battered girl stumbled in, nursing the side of her head.
"Kittie? That's you? When was this?" Harry turned to the present Kittie who was clutching her head.
"This summer."
Harry looked, stunned, as Kittie pryed boards off the window. A black owl tumbled to the floor. She picked it up and took the letter.
After reading it, she stood in thought until someone pounded on the door.
The present Kittie grabbed his hand and before he could blink, he was standing in front of the cupboard. Kittie quickly closed it and turned to him.
"Kittie, I'm sorry."
"For what? For going into my pensieve? For looking into my life? For all the things that I've been through? Because my only family is my godfather? Don't be. I never would have had the strengh to tell you any of it. And as for my godfather, I'm proud for him being the only father I ever knew."
Harry cut her off and wrapped her in a hug, to stop her rambling. She buried her face in his chest. Her shoulders shook slightly, but she couldn't cry.
They stood there for hours, until Harry felt her body go slightly limp beneath his.
He carried her sleeping body for the second time that night and laid her on her bed.
He pulled the blankets up to her chin as she curled into her ball again. He gently kissed the top of her nose and left, rubbing his neck.
His body ached from not moving for hours at a time and he sat on his bed, stretching as Ron woke up.
He looked at Harry and cocked his eyebrows. "I guess I would have a rough night too, if I had to kiss Ginny."
Harry forced himself to laugh, and he got up to take a shower, leaving Ron to cock his eyebrows at his back.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed that, next chappie will be the first part of Pansy's revenge. Or you'll begin to know what it is at least. Review!!