(A/N) Glad you guys loved the last chappie. I'm going to try to wrap this
story up a little. I'm not sure if I should make a 6th year. By the time
I'm finished the fifth book would be out and I'd be ruining the entire
series. I though instead of the 6th year, I rewrite this, but in Ginny's
POV. Or maybe Hermione. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimers: You guys know this. I do not own Harry Potter, etc.
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The next morning, when Harry went out into the common room, he saw Kittie handing out thick newspapers. She handed one to him and he flopped on the couch and opened it. Fred and George were nearly choking on laughter over their newspaper on the other side of it.
Curious, Harry opened it. Inside was pictures of decorations of the ball and who's idea it was for them. It gave credit to Dumbledore for the idea of balloons on the ceiling, but looking for the scandelous student who released them early.
Harry flipped through. Nothing was out of the ordinary until he came to the last page. It was labeled "Prank of the year" and under it was pictures of Pansy.
He sniggered as one of her pictures showed her desperatly attempting to get a wedgie outside, by laying on her back on a stone bench.
Another showed her shoving her finger up her nose. Ginny had obviously been busy while Harry had been lost in the garden
Harry laughed as one of the pictures showed her trying to get something out of her teeth by staring at the reflection of her fork. Another showed her rubbing her back on the statue Kittie had later been leaning on.
He glanced at the words at the bottom of the page. "Special thanks to Pansy Parkinson who provided the entertainment."
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It turned out that Kittie had friends in each house, handing out the newspapers. Breakfast was made up of nearly black and white, as each newspaper was open and the students hiden behind them.
Harry sat next to Ron, who couldn't eat looking at the pictures of Pansy. He snorted into his pumpkin juice as Pansy desperatly itched her hair.
Harry looked down the table. Hermione and Ginny were both giggling behind a newspaper. Kittie suddenly burst into the Great Hall and took Harry's arm.
"We have to talk." She panted.
"Why? Can't you wait until I'm done eating?"
"*Now Potter*!"
Harry jumped at the intensity of her vioce. She tugged on his arm and they ran out, unnoticed.
As soon as they were alone, Kittie spun to him. "Potter, we have to talk."
"You already said that. What about?"
"When we were hit by the boundage potion, you started screaming in your sleep. I know it had something to do with your scar, because you wouldn't let it go. What did you dream about?"
"Voldemort."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Did he say anything about me?"
"He and Peter Pettigrew spoke about a girl, but I'm not sure-"
"Did they say they needed her?"
"Yes..."
Kittie clutched her head.
"Kittie? What's going on?"
"Did they say anything about Lucius Malfoy?"
"Lucius. But it could have been anyone they were talking-"
"How many Lucius's do you know, Potter?!"
"Kittie! What is going on?!"
Kittie took his hand and ran down the corridor she stopped at a gargoyle. Harry looked around. In the short time they ran, they ended up in front of Dumbledore's office, three floors up.
"How did you *do* that?"
"We're about to find out. Do you know the password?"
"No. But try candies."
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying every candy either of them had ever heard of. Nothing worked.
"Think, Potter. The Dark Lord's back. He's going to chose a password that's not too many people would think of."
Harry thought. "Or say.."
They both turned to the gargoyle.
"Voldemort!" They said together.
The gargoyle came to life and stepped aside. Kittie grabbed Harry's hand again and ran up the stairs. She didn't even knock as she shoved the door open. Lupin and Dumbledore both jumped up.
"Kittie? What's going on?" Lupin demanded. Harry turned to her. "I'd like to know that, myself."
Kittie gently pushed Lupin and Harry into a seat. She held out the back of her hand to Dumbledore as if expecting him to kiss it.
"The ring." She said quietly. Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, took her hand, and inspected the meowing cat on her hand.
"It's a meteor ring." He said suddenly. Kittie nodded. "I got it from Harry on Christmas. It burned at the last Hogsmeade trip when Roger and Harry got into a fight. And it's burning now."
"At the last Hogsmeade trip, when did it stop burning?"
"After Harry got hit with the chair."
"I see. After damage was actually done, the fight stopped."
Lupin spoke up. "What's going on?!"
Kittie turned to him. "Harry might die."
Harry made a face. "Thanks, really I never would have guessed."
She scowled back and Dumbledore let go of her hand, clearing his throat.
Harry suddenly remembered his dream. He quickly explained it. Lupin looked at him in shock. "Why didn't you come to us directly after?"
"I kind of forgot."
Kittie's cheeks turned pink. She flopped on a chair next to him.
Dumbledore nodded. "Ms. Silcia. There's something else isn't there?"
She handed him a white parchment from her back pocket. He looked over the rim of his glasses. "It's blank."
"I know. It disappeared after I read it. It basically said that I was to join the Dark as soon as vacation was over. If not, my house was going to be raided."
"Who sent it?"
Kittie bit her lip. "Lucius Malfoy."
Harry gaped. Sure, enough, the Malfoy seal was on the back. Dumbledore slowly nodded. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going down fighting. I'll die before I join the bast-sorry Professor-um, wizard, that killed my family."
Dumbledore nodded. "Ms. Silcia. You're not going back to that house."
"I'm not?"
"It has recently come to my attention that you're an Anigmigus."
Kittie looked sharply at Lupin. He avioded her eyes.
Dumbledore continued. "The ministry denied your request to live with Remus because of what he is." He pushed a piece of parchment to her. "This is an Animagi registration slip. Fill it out, and maybe the ministry will reconsider. With my help."
Kittie gaped at the parchment. "But the ring is still burning."
Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, is your scar burning?"
He shook his head. Kittie spoke up. "Maybe a servant is in the area, about to capture him or something. His scar only hurts when it's Voldemort, right?"
Harry nodded. Kittie pulled out the registration slip and Lupin handed her a quill. He and Harry bent to see what she wrote.
Full Name:Kittie Noel Silcia
Gender:Female
Age: 15
Animal: Kitten
Distinguishing marks: White flecks under eyes where freckles are and hair and fur same color.
Parents/Guardians: Remus Lupin
Age able to transform: 11
Location of residence:--
At this, Kittie turned to Dumbledore. "Hogwarts." He said simply. After she finished filling out the form she handed it to Dumbledore. He nodded and folded his hands.
"Yes. Voldemort was talking about Kittie."
Kittie paled. Lupin swallowed as Harry sank slightly in his seat.
"But why?!" Lupin demanded.
Dumbledore looked at Kittie from over his spectacles. "Kittie, do you know what nymphs are, exactly?"
Kittie shook her head slowly.
"They're goddesses. Immortal."
She gaped. "Surely, you're not calling me immortal?!"
Dumbledore sighed. "There was no such thing as gods and goddesses in Greek times. They existed, but they were witches and wizards who discovered a way to remain alive. When they had children, they gave them the same elixer and the children became "gods and goddesses".
She swallowed. "Let me get this straight. You think that the nymph that I descend from is somehow the reason Voldemort needs me?"
She stared at Dumbledore as he nodded. "Are you insane?!"
He chuckled. "The nymph you descend from has a very interesting story to her. She was alive before Hogwarts was even founded. The story says that this nymph was always seen in waterfalls. They called her "The Blue Nymph.", because the water made everything she wore blue."
"*Blue Nymph*?!" Harry suddenly blurted, dream in mind.
Everyone turned to him. "Er...sorry. Go ahead."
Dumbledore stared at him for a few more seconds before turning back to Kittie. "It is rumored that the blue nymph talked to the people instead of running from them, unlike the other nymphs. She, in turn, fell in love with a wizard who claimed to be the god of the sun. He was only seen in the daylight and he talked to her everyday. And he left, every night, with the sun."
Harry's head began to swim. *Don't be the boy that leaves with the sun.*
"What happened?" Kittie whispered, stunned.
Dumbledore shrugged. "That's just it. The 'God of the Sun' ran out of ways to stay alive when he was only a teenager, a boy. And he died. It is rumored that he gave the remianing elixer to the Blue Nymph, to keep her alive, instead. But driven mad, she vowed to live as a mortal instead, the entire time keeping the elixer. She married, had children and died. Like a mortal."
"That's so sad." Kittie murmured.
"But like I said, it's only based on rumors. Historians have proved that the Blue Nymphs did indeed exist. But as for her lover, no one has discovered anything connected to him. But another rumor says that Griffindor descended from him."
The room sat in stunned silence. Words already said were running his head.
*Don't be the boy who leaves with the sun.*
*We need her, or this won't work!*
*Dance with me.*
"Harry? Harry, are you alright?" Kittie's vioce jolted him out of his thoughts. He blinked and turned to her.
"But what does this have to do with Kittie's ring?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Unfortunatly, there is nothing we can do to prevent anything."
They nodded. Kittie looked at her watch. "I better go. I promised Mrytle I'd visit."
Dumbledore nodded. "I'll tell you the ministry's answer as soon as I recieve it."
Harry and Kittie fought to get out of the door first. As Harry lost and shut the door behind him, he heard Lupin chuckle and say, "You'd never know that those two are still crazy about each other."
As they walked silently up the corridor, Harry felt two hands grab his shoulders and suddenly something was thrown over his head and Kittie screamed.
Harry was being shoved everywhere. He tried to keep track, but soon, he was pushed into a room that smelt like cleaning supplies. Kittie let out a strange squeak beside him. The door slammed and locked behind them.
Harry yanked off the sack on his head, with his hands now free.
Kittie sighed and leaned against the broom closet wall as Harry desperatly slammed his fists on the door.
"Someone help! We're locked in!"
Kittie stared at her ring. "Stop it, Potter. It was Parkinson. She may as well as saved your life."
"What?! By locking me in a broom closet with Hogwarts' Most Wanted?"
"The ring stopped burning."
She sighed and hit her head against the wall as Harry continued to shout.
"She put a silencing charm on the closet. Stop wasting your breath. I'm not waiting for Filch to randomly use this closet and let us out."
She emtied her pockets and began to inspect everything. There was some money, a chapstick, a pocket knife, some dungbombs, and some things in jars Harry didn't want to know what they were.
She eyed them and sighed, sitting back.
"What about the knife?"
"Dull. It would break if I tried to cut our way out."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Kittie's know-it-all tone. "I can't believe I'm stuck in here with *you*."
Kittie glared. "I'm not exactly jumping for joy, either, Potter."
They sat in silence for a few seconds until Kittie began to sing under her breath.
"Round and round the malberry bush, the monkey chases the weas-"
"Will you shut up?!"
Kittie continued to sing. She stopped. "Do you have your wand?"
"Yes Kittie, I do. I didn't think that after about an hour in here with you and being attacked, to take it out."
"No need to be sarcastic. And we were only in here for five minutes. So, do you or do you not have it?"
"NO!!"
Kittie cocked an eyebrow. She flicked a piece of dust of her as Harry stood up. "What are you doing?"
Harry was setting mops on the floor between them. "This is your side of the closet. And this is mine."
"Fine." She snapped. She pulled her knees up and cradled her head.
Harry stared at her. It was funny how utterly gorgeous she looked, covered in dust and dirt. He gave his head a firm shake. This was Kittie. The annoying, pompous, brat.
He suddenly stood. "I need something to do." He stepped over the mops and grabbed a broom.
"Hey! Hey!" Kittie said. "You've crossed the Silcian border!"
Harry scowled and kicked the mops against the wall. "Now there is no border."
Her stomach growled at the same time she did. She rubbed it. "I'm hungry."
"So am I."
"You know, if I begin to starve, I *will* resort to cannibalism."
He pointed the broom at her. "I'd like to see you try."
She ripped it out of his hands. He yelped and pulled a few splinters out of his hand.
He couldn't get one last one. Kittie sighed and grabbed his hand, none too gently.
She attempted to pick it out with her nails before she growled in frustration before gently pulling it out with her teeth.
Harry felt the spilter leave his hand, but Kittie's lips didn't leave his palm. He cupped her face, and she closed her eyes. They suddenly snapped open and she flung herself against the wall, as though Harry was some stranger offering a two-year old candy.
She sank down the wall and drew her knees up again. She threw the small splinter at him. "You're welcome."
"Kittie, you can't act like that didn't happen."
"What?"
"Holy shit, Kittie! You're the cleverest, cunning, and smartest girl in this school, and you still can't see it?!"
"See what?!"
After a second, Harry took deep breath and flopped next to her.
"I love you."
"YOU WHAT!?"
"I'm crazy about you. You're spontaneous, you're stubborn, you're sweet, you're aggressive, you're unique. I'm in love with you."
"Bull shit, Harry. No one falls in love at fif-"
"Keep telling yourself that Kittie. But it's not true. I can see it in those blue eyes of yours. Tell me you don't feel this."
He grabbed her hand and pressed his palm against hers. Sure enough, shocks shot through his arm. She caught her breath and pulled her hand away from his.
"Harry. I-"
Harry cut her off with a finger against her lips. He took her hand again and kissed her knuckles.
Kittie stared at him for a moment before kissing his finger. The door flew open.
Filch stood there, glaring.
"What are you two doing here?!"
"We were locked in! Parkinson-"
"Fine! Peeves just made a bit of a mess in the Great Hall. Get out. Both of you. I don't have the time."
Kittie and Harry scrambled out. Harry made sure not to let go of her hand as they ran to the common room.
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MWAHAHAHAHA. There. That's for all those who wanted them back together. Ol' Voldie makes an appearance in the next chappie. Review!
Disclaimers: You guys know this. I do not own Harry Potter, etc.
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The next morning, when Harry went out into the common room, he saw Kittie handing out thick newspapers. She handed one to him and he flopped on the couch and opened it. Fred and George were nearly choking on laughter over their newspaper on the other side of it.
Curious, Harry opened it. Inside was pictures of decorations of the ball and who's idea it was for them. It gave credit to Dumbledore for the idea of balloons on the ceiling, but looking for the scandelous student who released them early.
Harry flipped through. Nothing was out of the ordinary until he came to the last page. It was labeled "Prank of the year" and under it was pictures of Pansy.
He sniggered as one of her pictures showed her desperatly attempting to get a wedgie outside, by laying on her back on a stone bench.
Another showed her shoving her finger up her nose. Ginny had obviously been busy while Harry had been lost in the garden
Harry laughed as one of the pictures showed her trying to get something out of her teeth by staring at the reflection of her fork. Another showed her rubbing her back on the statue Kittie had later been leaning on.
He glanced at the words at the bottom of the page. "Special thanks to Pansy Parkinson who provided the entertainment."
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It turned out that Kittie had friends in each house, handing out the newspapers. Breakfast was made up of nearly black and white, as each newspaper was open and the students hiden behind them.
Harry sat next to Ron, who couldn't eat looking at the pictures of Pansy. He snorted into his pumpkin juice as Pansy desperatly itched her hair.
Harry looked down the table. Hermione and Ginny were both giggling behind a newspaper. Kittie suddenly burst into the Great Hall and took Harry's arm.
"We have to talk." She panted.
"Why? Can't you wait until I'm done eating?"
"*Now Potter*!"
Harry jumped at the intensity of her vioce. She tugged on his arm and they ran out, unnoticed.
As soon as they were alone, Kittie spun to him. "Potter, we have to talk."
"You already said that. What about?"
"When we were hit by the boundage potion, you started screaming in your sleep. I know it had something to do with your scar, because you wouldn't let it go. What did you dream about?"
"Voldemort."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Did he say anything about me?"
"He and Peter Pettigrew spoke about a girl, but I'm not sure-"
"Did they say they needed her?"
"Yes..."
Kittie clutched her head.
"Kittie? What's going on?"
"Did they say anything about Lucius Malfoy?"
"Lucius. But it could have been anyone they were talking-"
"How many Lucius's do you know, Potter?!"
"Kittie! What is going on?!"
Kittie took his hand and ran down the corridor she stopped at a gargoyle. Harry looked around. In the short time they ran, they ended up in front of Dumbledore's office, three floors up.
"How did you *do* that?"
"We're about to find out. Do you know the password?"
"No. But try candies."
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying every candy either of them had ever heard of. Nothing worked.
"Think, Potter. The Dark Lord's back. He's going to chose a password that's not too many people would think of."
Harry thought. "Or say.."
They both turned to the gargoyle.
"Voldemort!" They said together.
The gargoyle came to life and stepped aside. Kittie grabbed Harry's hand again and ran up the stairs. She didn't even knock as she shoved the door open. Lupin and Dumbledore both jumped up.
"Kittie? What's going on?" Lupin demanded. Harry turned to her. "I'd like to know that, myself."
Kittie gently pushed Lupin and Harry into a seat. She held out the back of her hand to Dumbledore as if expecting him to kiss it.
"The ring." She said quietly. Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, took her hand, and inspected the meowing cat on her hand.
"It's a meteor ring." He said suddenly. Kittie nodded. "I got it from Harry on Christmas. It burned at the last Hogsmeade trip when Roger and Harry got into a fight. And it's burning now."
"At the last Hogsmeade trip, when did it stop burning?"
"After Harry got hit with the chair."
"I see. After damage was actually done, the fight stopped."
Lupin spoke up. "What's going on?!"
Kittie turned to him. "Harry might die."
Harry made a face. "Thanks, really I never would have guessed."
She scowled back and Dumbledore let go of her hand, clearing his throat.
Harry suddenly remembered his dream. He quickly explained it. Lupin looked at him in shock. "Why didn't you come to us directly after?"
"I kind of forgot."
Kittie's cheeks turned pink. She flopped on a chair next to him.
Dumbledore nodded. "Ms. Silcia. There's something else isn't there?"
She handed him a white parchment from her back pocket. He looked over the rim of his glasses. "It's blank."
"I know. It disappeared after I read it. It basically said that I was to join the Dark as soon as vacation was over. If not, my house was going to be raided."
"Who sent it?"
Kittie bit her lip. "Lucius Malfoy."
Harry gaped. Sure, enough, the Malfoy seal was on the back. Dumbledore slowly nodded. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going down fighting. I'll die before I join the bast-sorry Professor-um, wizard, that killed my family."
Dumbledore nodded. "Ms. Silcia. You're not going back to that house."
"I'm not?"
"It has recently come to my attention that you're an Anigmigus."
Kittie looked sharply at Lupin. He avioded her eyes.
Dumbledore continued. "The ministry denied your request to live with Remus because of what he is." He pushed a piece of parchment to her. "This is an Animagi registration slip. Fill it out, and maybe the ministry will reconsider. With my help."
Kittie gaped at the parchment. "But the ring is still burning."
Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, is your scar burning?"
He shook his head. Kittie spoke up. "Maybe a servant is in the area, about to capture him or something. His scar only hurts when it's Voldemort, right?"
Harry nodded. Kittie pulled out the registration slip and Lupin handed her a quill. He and Harry bent to see what she wrote.
Full Name:Kittie Noel Silcia
Gender:Female
Age: 15
Animal: Kitten
Distinguishing marks: White flecks under eyes where freckles are and hair and fur same color.
Parents/Guardians: Remus Lupin
Age able to transform: 11
Location of residence:--
At this, Kittie turned to Dumbledore. "Hogwarts." He said simply. After she finished filling out the form she handed it to Dumbledore. He nodded and folded his hands.
"Yes. Voldemort was talking about Kittie."
Kittie paled. Lupin swallowed as Harry sank slightly in his seat.
"But why?!" Lupin demanded.
Dumbledore looked at Kittie from over his spectacles. "Kittie, do you know what nymphs are, exactly?"
Kittie shook her head slowly.
"They're goddesses. Immortal."
She gaped. "Surely, you're not calling me immortal?!"
Dumbledore sighed. "There was no such thing as gods and goddesses in Greek times. They existed, but they were witches and wizards who discovered a way to remain alive. When they had children, they gave them the same elixer and the children became "gods and goddesses".
She swallowed. "Let me get this straight. You think that the nymph that I descend from is somehow the reason Voldemort needs me?"
She stared at Dumbledore as he nodded. "Are you insane?!"
He chuckled. "The nymph you descend from has a very interesting story to her. She was alive before Hogwarts was even founded. The story says that this nymph was always seen in waterfalls. They called her "The Blue Nymph.", because the water made everything she wore blue."
"*Blue Nymph*?!" Harry suddenly blurted, dream in mind.
Everyone turned to him. "Er...sorry. Go ahead."
Dumbledore stared at him for a few more seconds before turning back to Kittie. "It is rumored that the blue nymph talked to the people instead of running from them, unlike the other nymphs. She, in turn, fell in love with a wizard who claimed to be the god of the sun. He was only seen in the daylight and he talked to her everyday. And he left, every night, with the sun."
Harry's head began to swim. *Don't be the boy that leaves with the sun.*
"What happened?" Kittie whispered, stunned.
Dumbledore shrugged. "That's just it. The 'God of the Sun' ran out of ways to stay alive when he was only a teenager, a boy. And he died. It is rumored that he gave the remianing elixer to the Blue Nymph, to keep her alive, instead. But driven mad, she vowed to live as a mortal instead, the entire time keeping the elixer. She married, had children and died. Like a mortal."
"That's so sad." Kittie murmured.
"But like I said, it's only based on rumors. Historians have proved that the Blue Nymphs did indeed exist. But as for her lover, no one has discovered anything connected to him. But another rumor says that Griffindor descended from him."
The room sat in stunned silence. Words already said were running his head.
*Don't be the boy who leaves with the sun.*
*We need her, or this won't work!*
*Dance with me.*
"Harry? Harry, are you alright?" Kittie's vioce jolted him out of his thoughts. He blinked and turned to her.
"But what does this have to do with Kittie's ring?"
Dumbledore nodded. "Unfortunatly, there is nothing we can do to prevent anything."
They nodded. Kittie looked at her watch. "I better go. I promised Mrytle I'd visit."
Dumbledore nodded. "I'll tell you the ministry's answer as soon as I recieve it."
Harry and Kittie fought to get out of the door first. As Harry lost and shut the door behind him, he heard Lupin chuckle and say, "You'd never know that those two are still crazy about each other."
As they walked silently up the corridor, Harry felt two hands grab his shoulders and suddenly something was thrown over his head and Kittie screamed.
Harry was being shoved everywhere. He tried to keep track, but soon, he was pushed into a room that smelt like cleaning supplies. Kittie let out a strange squeak beside him. The door slammed and locked behind them.
Harry yanked off the sack on his head, with his hands now free.
Kittie sighed and leaned against the broom closet wall as Harry desperatly slammed his fists on the door.
"Someone help! We're locked in!"
Kittie stared at her ring. "Stop it, Potter. It was Parkinson. She may as well as saved your life."
"What?! By locking me in a broom closet with Hogwarts' Most Wanted?"
"The ring stopped burning."
She sighed and hit her head against the wall as Harry continued to shout.
"She put a silencing charm on the closet. Stop wasting your breath. I'm not waiting for Filch to randomly use this closet and let us out."
She emtied her pockets and began to inspect everything. There was some money, a chapstick, a pocket knife, some dungbombs, and some things in jars Harry didn't want to know what they were.
She eyed them and sighed, sitting back.
"What about the knife?"
"Dull. It would break if I tried to cut our way out."
Harry narrowed his eyes at Kittie's know-it-all tone. "I can't believe I'm stuck in here with *you*."
Kittie glared. "I'm not exactly jumping for joy, either, Potter."
They sat in silence for a few seconds until Kittie began to sing under her breath.
"Round and round the malberry bush, the monkey chases the weas-"
"Will you shut up?!"
Kittie continued to sing. She stopped. "Do you have your wand?"
"Yes Kittie, I do. I didn't think that after about an hour in here with you and being attacked, to take it out."
"No need to be sarcastic. And we were only in here for five minutes. So, do you or do you not have it?"
"NO!!"
Kittie cocked an eyebrow. She flicked a piece of dust of her as Harry stood up. "What are you doing?"
Harry was setting mops on the floor between them. "This is your side of the closet. And this is mine."
"Fine." She snapped. She pulled her knees up and cradled her head.
Harry stared at her. It was funny how utterly gorgeous she looked, covered in dust and dirt. He gave his head a firm shake. This was Kittie. The annoying, pompous, brat.
He suddenly stood. "I need something to do." He stepped over the mops and grabbed a broom.
"Hey! Hey!" Kittie said. "You've crossed the Silcian border!"
Harry scowled and kicked the mops against the wall. "Now there is no border."
Her stomach growled at the same time she did. She rubbed it. "I'm hungry."
"So am I."
"You know, if I begin to starve, I *will* resort to cannibalism."
He pointed the broom at her. "I'd like to see you try."
She ripped it out of his hands. He yelped and pulled a few splinters out of his hand.
He couldn't get one last one. Kittie sighed and grabbed his hand, none too gently.
She attempted to pick it out with her nails before she growled in frustration before gently pulling it out with her teeth.
Harry felt the spilter leave his hand, but Kittie's lips didn't leave his palm. He cupped her face, and she closed her eyes. They suddenly snapped open and she flung herself against the wall, as though Harry was some stranger offering a two-year old candy.
She sank down the wall and drew her knees up again. She threw the small splinter at him. "You're welcome."
"Kittie, you can't act like that didn't happen."
"What?"
"Holy shit, Kittie! You're the cleverest, cunning, and smartest girl in this school, and you still can't see it?!"
"See what?!"
After a second, Harry took deep breath and flopped next to her.
"I love you."
"YOU WHAT!?"
"I'm crazy about you. You're spontaneous, you're stubborn, you're sweet, you're aggressive, you're unique. I'm in love with you."
"Bull shit, Harry. No one falls in love at fif-"
"Keep telling yourself that Kittie. But it's not true. I can see it in those blue eyes of yours. Tell me you don't feel this."
He grabbed her hand and pressed his palm against hers. Sure enough, shocks shot through his arm. She caught her breath and pulled her hand away from his.
"Harry. I-"
Harry cut her off with a finger against her lips. He took her hand again and kissed her knuckles.
Kittie stared at him for a moment before kissing his finger. The door flew open.
Filch stood there, glaring.
"What are you two doing here?!"
"We were locked in! Parkinson-"
"Fine! Peeves just made a bit of a mess in the Great Hall. Get out. Both of you. I don't have the time."
Kittie and Harry scrambled out. Harry made sure not to let go of her hand as they ran to the common room.
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MWAHAHAHAHA. There. That's for all those who wanted them back together. Ol' Voldie makes an appearance in the next chappie. Review!