(A/N) If you guys read new girl fics, Read GingerRed's(sorry GingerRed,
forgot to ask you if I could say this.) is great. Anyways, Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I don't own nothing that-you guys know the rest.
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Harry snorted. He opened his eyes a crack. And nearly fell out of bed. Where was he? The bed was white, there was about a hundred beds! And..and..
"Oh." He forgot. He was in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey insisted on him staying for the night, because she didn't quite trust Kittie's work.
He looked around. No one was around, though it was probely time for breakfast.
Getting dressed, his mind fell back to the day before. Why had Kittie come back? Why had she helped? Why did she try to protect him?
Thousands of questions and all of the answers were as improbable as the last.
He walked into the Great Hall and was immediatly ambushed by Hannah.
"Oh, Harry! I'm so glad you're alright!"
The Slytherin table burst into laughter. Now that Kittie refused to speak to him, Slytherins were having a field day teasing him again. Draco called, "You're girlfriend was worried. Sorry that you had to stay in the hospital wing all night because of a few bruises!"
Harry fought the urge to retailiate and turned back to Hannah.
"Erm. I'm fine. Just hungry."
"Oh! Well, eat! I'll give you your ring later."
She gave him a quick peck and bounced to the Hufflepuff table. The Slytherin table roared.
Harry sat next to Ron and put his forehead against the table. Ron snorted.
Fred and George were making kissy faces at him, and he looked at his food in distaste.
Kittie avioded his eyes and ran a hand through her hair. She and Ginny exchanged glances and nodded.
Ginny broke into an evil grin and rolled a vial across the table. Kittie pulled out a small package and gave it to her. She leaned forward.
Harry turned his head to the side to hear better.
"- and it'll make her itch?"
"Yeah. Got it from Fred and George." Kittie snickered. "They want in too. Since these things are their strong points. This potion, though. It will do what?"
Ginny grinned wider. "Let's just say the rest of her will make her dress."
Kittie grinned too. "And we leave the ball an hour early..."
"Millicent lets us in her room..."
"And we set up a welcome home present for Parkinson."
"As long as we don't touch Millie's side. Are Fred and George coming too?"
"Of course."
They both sat back with satisfied expressions on their faces. Harry looked across the table at Fred and George who were both whispering something in hushed vioces.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. Pansy had it coming. Kittie checked her watch and looked at Hermione.
"We better go or we'll be late for Potions."
She nodded and Harry checked his watch. He turned to Ron. "They're right. Let's go."
Ron shoved the rest of his scrambled eggs in his mouth and nodded.
The potions class was relatively unexciting until Neville's potion started to shake violently.
Kittie stared at for a few seconds before whispering, "Neville, did you put the spiders in first?"
He nodded, becomeing more and more paler with each rattle. Snape sneered and opened his mouth to say something, but it exploded.
Everyone ducked and Kittie's hand shot up to pull a stunned Harry down. But the potion splattered all over her arm and Harry.
Harry felt a tingling sensation on the back on his neck and turned to where Kittie was blowing on her arm.
Snape shook his head. "Will you two please follow me?"
Kittie glared at Harry out of the corner of her eyes.
He shut them in his office and turned around. "You two have been hit with a bondage potion. It will wear off in a hour. If you two touch, you stick, understand?"
Kittie and Harry nodded, inching away from each other. "How will we know when it wears off?" She asked, turning to Snape.
"You two will be thrown away from each other."
He gave them a curt nod. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get to work cleaning up Longbottoms mess. I'll be back in a hour."
He swept out, leaving Kittie and Harry glaring at each other. Kittie sat in a chair and curled into her ball.
Harry sat on a chair on the side of the room. He drifted into an uneasy dream.
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"Where is she, Wormtail?! You should have her by now!"
"Master! Please forgive me! But she's in Hogwarts!"
Voldemort began pacing. "Hogwarts!? She escaped? That's not possible!"
"Please Master! She left through her window and flew off!"
Voldemort sat and massaged his temples. "We need her Wormtail. We need her, or this will never work."
Wormtail fell to his knees. "Master. We can still get her."
"How?!"
Wormtail jumped. "Through the boy!"
"The boy hates her."
"And the boy will die for her."
A silence. "But how?"
"I don't know-I just-"
"Silence! Get Lucius. We will get her through him. As for you, you sniveling little-"
"Master, please! Just please let me-"
"Crucio!"
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Someone was shushing him. He opened his eyes and was nearly blinded by the pain in his forehead. Kittie hesitated before running a hand through his hair, soothing him.
"It's alright. It was just a dream. Stop screaming." She whispered. Harry took a deep breath and asked. "How long was I out?"
"Only ten minutes."
"Are you touching me?!"
Kittie gasped and tried to pull her hands from his head. It pulled her back and she fell across Harry's lap.
"Arrgh."
"Get off!"
"I can't! We're stuck like this for another fifty minutes!"
Harry put a hand on her waist and tried to shove her off. He hand was stuck.
He looked at his other hand and shrugged. He put it on her butt.
"Potter! Hands off!"
"We're stuck remember?"
"I swear when I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass into next week, Potter-!"
"Oh shut up."
Kittie made a low grumbling her throat.
"Are you *growling* at me?!"
"So what if I am?"
"It's kinda sexy..."
"Potter!!"
Harry gaped. "Did I say that out loud?"
"I'd bite you, since I can't hit you, but-"
Harry suddenly had a crazy idea. If he was to touch her, he couldn't move. Did that mean she couldn't pull away?
So, he cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. She screamed angrily against his lips and tried to push him off. It worked. She couldn't move.
She angrily cursed him for about half an hour. Finally, she wore herself out and kissed him back.
It took him completly by suprise as she gently massaged his head with the tips of her fingers and moved her lips with his.
About ten minutes later, Kittie was suddenly thrown off of him and she hit her chair as it tipped backwards.
Harry jumped up and ran to her. "Are you alright?"
She pulled herself up and shoved him. "Why did you kiss me, huh?!"
"You weren't complaining a second ago!"
"That's because I couldn't talk at all with you all over me!"
"That's the reason I did it!"
"Grrr..."
"You really need to stop growling like that."
"That right. I forgot. It's *sexy*. Maybe you'll find it sexy when I bite off your-"
But the door opened and Snape walked in. "My, my, my. I came in late. I was hoping to catch you two in whatever you were doing."
Kittie stiffened. "We weren't doing anything."
Harry glared out of the corner of his eyes.
"Well, now that the potion has worn off, I suggest you go to your next class."
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Through out the rest of the day, Kittie angrily ignored him. She made sure he caught her glare in the corridor and at lunch.
He was trying to study when Kittie sat next to him.
"What do you want?!"
She bit her lip and said slowly, "I'm sorry."
"What?!"
"Don't make me repeat it. I was a little cruel to you in Snape's office. And other than the fact that I can't stand you, I had no reason to be."
Harry gaped and the fireplace light caught her hair. It glowed as her blue eyes danced. Her pale skin turned slightly orange and what little freckles she had stood out.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make people feel guilty when you're the one apologizing."
"Aww. Am I making you feel sorry? For what?"
"For letting you go so easily."
Kittie avioded his eyes and stood. "Um...I-er-I have to go, now. Have fun at the ball with Abbott." She added sourly at the portriat hole.
Harry stared at the portriat hole after she left. He really needed to work on not saying things out loud.
"Potter?"
Kittie stuck her head back in. "You're lesson is tonight at the top of the East Tower."
"You're still teaching me to fight?!"
"I told you I would didn't I?"
"Well..yeah. But-"
"Great; see you in a hour."
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"Good Harry, now punch me."
Harry stared at her. "Are you crazy? You'll beat my face in!"
"Let me say it another way...*try* to hit me."
He bite his lip and swung. Kittie easily ducked. "Again."
After about half an hour, Harry dropped his fists and tackled her.
She giggled and yelled. "Not fair!"
He laughed and picked himself up. "You never said we had to play fair."
"*This* is the Griffindor novelty?"
He reached over to shove her playfuly. And her hand caught his. For a few seconds, Harry stared numbly at their hands.
She dropped them immediatly. "That's called blocking. Which is something you're going to do in about 1.5 seconds."
"What-?"
But Kittie's knee shot up and he immediatly turned to she kneed his leg.
"That was not funny."
"It's not meant to be. But you did good by blocking it."
"It was instict!"
"And so is this."
Her hand shot out and Harry grabbed it, half an inch away from his face.
Suprise flickered in her face for a few seconds until she slowly grinned.
"Do you have a knife?"
"Are you going to teach me how to throw one?"
She scoffed. "I'll try."
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The next night Kittie gaped at the gold-hilted knife in her hands.
"Where did you get this? The steel is perfect, the hilt strong, as a matter of fact, I think it's strong enough to pierce through pure stone!"
She spun quickly and the knife whistled through the air before sticking into the stone wall, clear to the hilt.
Harry gaped. "How did-did-how-?"
"That's what I'm going to try to teach you. Now, first, get the knife."
"Are you insane?! It's clear to the-"
"I said, 'GET IT'!!!"
Harry jumped as a few suprised spiders fell from the ceiling.
"My,my,my. Aren't we moody?"
Kittie crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
Harry placed both of his hands on the hilt and gave it the hardest tug he could muster and even before he gave it a second yank, it slid easily out of the wall and Harry was sprawled on the floor.
Kittie picked up the knife and ran a pale finger down the steel. "Now. First. Hold it like this."
Harry scrambled up and Kittie arranged his fingers on the steel, gently.
"Now hold it gently, you don't want to cut yourself. But hold it firm, as well. You can't afford to let it slide back when you throw it."
Harry's thoughts were invaded with the intoxicating smell of spearment. His eye's dropped and his thoughts became hazy.
"Potter! Are you even listening?"
Harry blinked and was suprised to see that he wasn't in Snape's dungon.
Kittie checked her watch. "It's already nearly midnight. Tomarro night, same time?"
"Yeah..."
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. might as well stop here. next chappie will probely come later today, as bored as I am.
I guess I owe some of you some answers. First.
The name Angels Do Have Claws comes from the way I see angels. When something is angelic, it's "perfect". I think perfect all depends on the person. A perfect day for me would be a day nothing sucky is on tv, no school, snow, and I had a thousand bucks to spend. That's not perfect for everyone. And when the titles says, "Angels", it's not literal. So the perfect person can have a certain spunk (claws) and still be perfect.
Second:
The boy who leaves with the sun will be explained in later chappies. It has a lot to do with Greek mythology.
Third:
I used to be very into the zodiac and dream-reading. When the chappie of Trelawney's interpetation, yes, everything in it was real.
Review!
Disclaimers: I don't own nothing that-you guys know the rest.
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Harry snorted. He opened his eyes a crack. And nearly fell out of bed. Where was he? The bed was white, there was about a hundred beds! And..and..
"Oh." He forgot. He was in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey insisted on him staying for the night, because she didn't quite trust Kittie's work.
He looked around. No one was around, though it was probely time for breakfast.
Getting dressed, his mind fell back to the day before. Why had Kittie come back? Why had she helped? Why did she try to protect him?
Thousands of questions and all of the answers were as improbable as the last.
He walked into the Great Hall and was immediatly ambushed by Hannah.
"Oh, Harry! I'm so glad you're alright!"
The Slytherin table burst into laughter. Now that Kittie refused to speak to him, Slytherins were having a field day teasing him again. Draco called, "You're girlfriend was worried. Sorry that you had to stay in the hospital wing all night because of a few bruises!"
Harry fought the urge to retailiate and turned back to Hannah.
"Erm. I'm fine. Just hungry."
"Oh! Well, eat! I'll give you your ring later."
She gave him a quick peck and bounced to the Hufflepuff table. The Slytherin table roared.
Harry sat next to Ron and put his forehead against the table. Ron snorted.
Fred and George were making kissy faces at him, and he looked at his food in distaste.
Kittie avioded his eyes and ran a hand through her hair. She and Ginny exchanged glances and nodded.
Ginny broke into an evil grin and rolled a vial across the table. Kittie pulled out a small package and gave it to her. She leaned forward.
Harry turned his head to the side to hear better.
"- and it'll make her itch?"
"Yeah. Got it from Fred and George." Kittie snickered. "They want in too. Since these things are their strong points. This potion, though. It will do what?"
Ginny grinned wider. "Let's just say the rest of her will make her dress."
Kittie grinned too. "And we leave the ball an hour early..."
"Millicent lets us in her room..."
"And we set up a welcome home present for Parkinson."
"As long as we don't touch Millie's side. Are Fred and George coming too?"
"Of course."
They both sat back with satisfied expressions on their faces. Harry looked across the table at Fred and George who were both whispering something in hushed vioces.
Harry shook his head in disbelief. Pansy had it coming. Kittie checked her watch and looked at Hermione.
"We better go or we'll be late for Potions."
She nodded and Harry checked his watch. He turned to Ron. "They're right. Let's go."
Ron shoved the rest of his scrambled eggs in his mouth and nodded.
The potions class was relatively unexciting until Neville's potion started to shake violently.
Kittie stared at for a few seconds before whispering, "Neville, did you put the spiders in first?"
He nodded, becomeing more and more paler with each rattle. Snape sneered and opened his mouth to say something, but it exploded.
Everyone ducked and Kittie's hand shot up to pull a stunned Harry down. But the potion splattered all over her arm and Harry.
Harry felt a tingling sensation on the back on his neck and turned to where Kittie was blowing on her arm.
Snape shook his head. "Will you two please follow me?"
Kittie glared at Harry out of the corner of her eyes.
He shut them in his office and turned around. "You two have been hit with a bondage potion. It will wear off in a hour. If you two touch, you stick, understand?"
Kittie and Harry nodded, inching away from each other. "How will we know when it wears off?" She asked, turning to Snape.
"You two will be thrown away from each other."
He gave them a curt nod. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get to work cleaning up Longbottoms mess. I'll be back in a hour."
He swept out, leaving Kittie and Harry glaring at each other. Kittie sat in a chair and curled into her ball.
Harry sat on a chair on the side of the room. He drifted into an uneasy dream.
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"Where is she, Wormtail?! You should have her by now!"
"Master! Please forgive me! But she's in Hogwarts!"
Voldemort began pacing. "Hogwarts!? She escaped? That's not possible!"
"Please Master! She left through her window and flew off!"
Voldemort sat and massaged his temples. "We need her Wormtail. We need her, or this will never work."
Wormtail fell to his knees. "Master. We can still get her."
"How?!"
Wormtail jumped. "Through the boy!"
"The boy hates her."
"And the boy will die for her."
A silence. "But how?"
"I don't know-I just-"
"Silence! Get Lucius. We will get her through him. As for you, you sniveling little-"
"Master, please! Just please let me-"
"Crucio!"
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Someone was shushing him. He opened his eyes and was nearly blinded by the pain in his forehead. Kittie hesitated before running a hand through his hair, soothing him.
"It's alright. It was just a dream. Stop screaming." She whispered. Harry took a deep breath and asked. "How long was I out?"
"Only ten minutes."
"Are you touching me?!"
Kittie gasped and tried to pull her hands from his head. It pulled her back and she fell across Harry's lap.
"Arrgh."
"Get off!"
"I can't! We're stuck like this for another fifty minutes!"
Harry put a hand on her waist and tried to shove her off. He hand was stuck.
He looked at his other hand and shrugged. He put it on her butt.
"Potter! Hands off!"
"We're stuck remember?"
"I swear when I get out of this I'm going to kick your ass into next week, Potter-!"
"Oh shut up."
Kittie made a low grumbling her throat.
"Are you *growling* at me?!"
"So what if I am?"
"It's kinda sexy..."
"Potter!!"
Harry gaped. "Did I say that out loud?"
"I'd bite you, since I can't hit you, but-"
Harry suddenly had a crazy idea. If he was to touch her, he couldn't move. Did that mean she couldn't pull away?
So, he cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. She screamed angrily against his lips and tried to push him off. It worked. She couldn't move.
She angrily cursed him for about half an hour. Finally, she wore herself out and kissed him back.
It took him completly by suprise as she gently massaged his head with the tips of her fingers and moved her lips with his.
About ten minutes later, Kittie was suddenly thrown off of him and she hit her chair as it tipped backwards.
Harry jumped up and ran to her. "Are you alright?"
She pulled herself up and shoved him. "Why did you kiss me, huh?!"
"You weren't complaining a second ago!"
"That's because I couldn't talk at all with you all over me!"
"That's the reason I did it!"
"Grrr..."
"You really need to stop growling like that."
"That right. I forgot. It's *sexy*. Maybe you'll find it sexy when I bite off your-"
But the door opened and Snape walked in. "My, my, my. I came in late. I was hoping to catch you two in whatever you were doing."
Kittie stiffened. "We weren't doing anything."
Harry glared out of the corner of his eyes.
"Well, now that the potion has worn off, I suggest you go to your next class."
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Through out the rest of the day, Kittie angrily ignored him. She made sure he caught her glare in the corridor and at lunch.
He was trying to study when Kittie sat next to him.
"What do you want?!"
She bit her lip and said slowly, "I'm sorry."
"What?!"
"Don't make me repeat it. I was a little cruel to you in Snape's office. And other than the fact that I can't stand you, I had no reason to be."
Harry gaped and the fireplace light caught her hair. It glowed as her blue eyes danced. Her pale skin turned slightly orange and what little freckles she had stood out.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make people feel guilty when you're the one apologizing."
"Aww. Am I making you feel sorry? For what?"
"For letting you go so easily."
Kittie avioded his eyes and stood. "Um...I-er-I have to go, now. Have fun at the ball with Abbott." She added sourly at the portriat hole.
Harry stared at the portriat hole after she left. He really needed to work on not saying things out loud.
"Potter?"
Kittie stuck her head back in. "You're lesson is tonight at the top of the East Tower."
"You're still teaching me to fight?!"
"I told you I would didn't I?"
"Well..yeah. But-"
"Great; see you in a hour."
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"Good Harry, now punch me."
Harry stared at her. "Are you crazy? You'll beat my face in!"
"Let me say it another way...*try* to hit me."
He bite his lip and swung. Kittie easily ducked. "Again."
After about half an hour, Harry dropped his fists and tackled her.
She giggled and yelled. "Not fair!"
He laughed and picked himself up. "You never said we had to play fair."
"*This* is the Griffindor novelty?"
He reached over to shove her playfuly. And her hand caught his. For a few seconds, Harry stared numbly at their hands.
She dropped them immediatly. "That's called blocking. Which is something you're going to do in about 1.5 seconds."
"What-?"
But Kittie's knee shot up and he immediatly turned to she kneed his leg.
"That was not funny."
"It's not meant to be. But you did good by blocking it."
"It was instict!"
"And so is this."
Her hand shot out and Harry grabbed it, half an inch away from his face.
Suprise flickered in her face for a few seconds until she slowly grinned.
"Do you have a knife?"
"Are you going to teach me how to throw one?"
She scoffed. "I'll try."
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The next night Kittie gaped at the gold-hilted knife in her hands.
"Where did you get this? The steel is perfect, the hilt strong, as a matter of fact, I think it's strong enough to pierce through pure stone!"
She spun quickly and the knife whistled through the air before sticking into the stone wall, clear to the hilt.
Harry gaped. "How did-did-how-?"
"That's what I'm going to try to teach you. Now, first, get the knife."
"Are you insane?! It's clear to the-"
"I said, 'GET IT'!!!"
Harry jumped as a few suprised spiders fell from the ceiling.
"My,my,my. Aren't we moody?"
Kittie crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
Harry placed both of his hands on the hilt and gave it the hardest tug he could muster and even before he gave it a second yank, it slid easily out of the wall and Harry was sprawled on the floor.
Kittie picked up the knife and ran a pale finger down the steel. "Now. First. Hold it like this."
Harry scrambled up and Kittie arranged his fingers on the steel, gently.
"Now hold it gently, you don't want to cut yourself. But hold it firm, as well. You can't afford to let it slide back when you throw it."
Harry's thoughts were invaded with the intoxicating smell of spearment. His eye's dropped and his thoughts became hazy.
"Potter! Are you even listening?"
Harry blinked and was suprised to see that he wasn't in Snape's dungon.
Kittie checked her watch. "It's already nearly midnight. Tomarro night, same time?"
"Yeah..."
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA. might as well stop here. next chappie will probely come later today, as bored as I am.
I guess I owe some of you some answers. First.
The name Angels Do Have Claws comes from the way I see angels. When something is angelic, it's "perfect". I think perfect all depends on the person. A perfect day for me would be a day nothing sucky is on tv, no school, snow, and I had a thousand bucks to spend. That's not perfect for everyone. And when the titles says, "Angels", it's not literal. So the perfect person can have a certain spunk (claws) and still be perfect.
Second:
The boy who leaves with the sun will be explained in later chappies. It has a lot to do with Greek mythology.
Third:
I used to be very into the zodiac and dream-reading. When the chappie of Trelawney's interpetation, yes, everything in it was real.
Review!