A/N: Hey! I finally finished my exams! I'm sooo happy! Whoo HOO! Anyway, I hope you don't hate this chapter. It's kind of about Katie's background and.yeah. Just read it.

I walked around the house I hadn't seen for three months. My mum repainted the walls and moved the furniture around a bit, but all in all it was the same. My house if half muggle and 100percent wizarding, if you know what I mean.

I am a quarter muggle through my father, who is half and half. He met my mother, who is a pureblood, at Hogwarts when he was a student. It's a very romantic story, I'm sure. So our house had all the normal wizard equipment lying around with the addition of all the typical modern muggle equipment. So, when I'm at home, I get the best of both worlds.

The telephone rang and since I was the only one in the house at the time, because my mother and Lynnea went to market, I was forced to answer it.

"Hello?" I said into the telephone.

"HIII!" said the voice on the other end. "CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

It was so loud that I had to hold the receiver several inches away from my ear. "Shhh!!!" I hissed into the phone. "Yes, I can hear you, there's no need to yell."

"Oops," said the voice.

"Anyway who is this?" I asked taking a seat on the sofa.

"Who is THIS?" said the voice. Since they weren't bellowing it was clearly a female voice. Apparently a witch because she obviously didn't know how to use a phone.

"Yes. Who. Are. You?" I asked clearly.

"Alicia Spinnet, ma'am," she stated politely, trying to recover from her lack of telephone knowledge.

"Alicia! It's Katie! Hi!" I squealed.

"Arg. Not so loud, Katie. You're telling ME to stop screaming?" she said in a sarcastic tone.

"Oops, I was just surprised that you actually had the nerve to use a telephone!" I said.

"Yes, I am nervy." she said dumbly.

Then I remembered the train ride. "I'm glad you got your nerve back after your little encounter on the train."

She sighed, "I was trying to forget that bit."

I giggled, "I know. Sorry. I'm glad it wasn't me, though!"

"Gee, thanks Katie. You brighten up my day. Anywho, yes I am using a telephone, and using it well!"

I scoffed, "Remember when I first tried teaching you?"

Thankfully, she laughed lightly, "Yes, I think I scared that poor woman."

"Yes, I believe you did. But, you ARE OK aren't you?"

She grunted, "Ugh. Let's not get into that, please. How about we talk about you."

"What about me?" I asked, sitting up straight. Then I realized, that noone could see me and slouched down again.

"I saw you." said Alicia. There was a long pause.

"Saw me? OK... Saw me what?" I demanded.

"I saw you kiss Oliver."

Which kiss? I thought. "Where?" I asked.

"At Kings Cross, before you left." she said.

"Oh, that," I said. I couldn't help feeling relief. Then I pondered whether or not I should tell her of our other rendezvous that we've had.

"Yeah, what was that?"

"His Christmas present."

"Ha! Well he seemed to like it."

"Really?"

"After you turned around, he was grinning like he won the Quidditch Cup-"

"Knock on wood"

"Right - and I dunno. It was like something out of a movie."

I was shocked. "You've been to a cinema?!"

There was short pause. "N-no...I just thought it was a muggle phrase."

I laughed. "It IS! But only when something reminds you of a movie you've seen."

Alicia cleared her throat, "Um, ok....Katie, what's a movie like?"

"It's like television; except for it is showed in a theater. Instead of a stage, there is a large screen and everyone watches the screen," I explained.

"Televisions are like Wizarding photographs, but the background changes and more people show up in the picture, and such, right?" Alicia asked.

"Good job, Alicia. Who needs Muggle Studies?" I asked defiantly.

"Not, me, Alicia Spinnet!"

"You do like saying your name out loud, don't you?" I joked.

"Shuttup, Katie!" she exclaimed exasperatedly.

I heard the front door to my house creak open, and the thud of a briefcase hitting the floor. "Katheryn Katie Bell, where are you?" said a gruff voice. It was my dad!

I stood up and spoke into the phone. "Uh, Alicia? My dad just got home. I have to go."

"OK," said Alicia.

"We'll get together this vacation, and I'll take you to a cinema, OK?"

"Cool!" said Alicia. Then she stopped and said shortly, "You need to do something about Oliver."

I sighed, "I know. I will, eventually..."

"OK. I'll call you later," said Alicia.

"Ha! Good luck on that."

"Thanks," she said pompously. "Cheerio, dahling."

"Naff!" I said quickly, and hung up the phone.

I heard chuckling and looked up to see my dad standing in the doorway to the foyer. "What's so naff?" he asked smiling.

I wrinkled my nose, "Who says 'cheerio' anymore?"

He dropped his jaw. "Cheerio? But you just got here!" he said playfully.

"I missed you Dad!" I said and fell into his arms. He hugged for a minute and kissed the top of my head.

"Aw, I missed you too, Kitty," he said. If you hadn't noticed by now, 'Kitty' is a family name for me. And yes, Alicia is family.

He motioned for me to take a seat in the arm chair and he sat on the love seat across from me. "How is school going?" he asked, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

I shrugged, "Um, classes are going pretty well. But, I'm beyond happy to be home!"

He grunted agreeing, "Mhm! And how! I, uh, hear that your Quidditch team lost your first match since little Potter joined the team, eh?"

I nodded solemnly.

"Oh, that's rotten luck. How is that going?"

"How is what going, Dad?"

"Quidditch."

"Um, we aren't out of the running. We just can't afford to lose another game is all," I assured him.

He stood up, "Atta girl, you show them!" He rubbed his stomach, and walked in to the kitchen still talking. I followed him. "I read in the Daily Prophet that the Canon's absolutely squashed Puddlemere by around two hundred points. I'm telling you, they are going to need a new keeper soon," he went on rummaging through the refrigerator.

At the word 'keeper' I froze. I don't know why, I just stopped breathing. My father kept going on about Quidditch but I started getting dizzy and I could comprehend less and less. Then I gasped for air in the middle of one of my father's sentences.

"Kitty, are you ok?" he said, rushing to my side and patted my back.

"Yuh, Yeah, I just forgot to breathe."

He gave me a short nudge and said, "That's funny. You usually look like you've been breathing your whole life!"

My Dad was tall. When I was younger he used to be a burly young man in his thirties. But life got in the way and he turned into a plump, but tall man with dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Last time I saw him, he was clean shaven, but now he wore a dark blonde goatee and mustache. I thought it made him look more distinguished.

He was my inspiration to be a Chaser. When he was in school he was a Chaser and they won the Quidditch Cup four years out of the seven he spent at Hogwarts. Although he wasn't the Captain he was scouted by the Canon's and played on the reserve team for a year and an alternate for about two years. Then he just quit. I don't know why he did. I hope against hope that it isn't because they had me. He is such a Quidditch guru. In fact, the only other person I know more obsessed than my dad is Oliver.

Speak of the Devil. "How's Oliver?"

Breathe, Katie, Breathe. "Fine, just fine. Perfectly fine. Fine. He's good."

Dad cocked one eye brow up and smirked. "Hmm, alright then, Katie. Point taken."

Whoops, I had meant to be casual about it.

He took out a slice of bread and covered it in sandwich spread, and folded the slice in half. He took a bite out of it. Through the bread he said, "You haven't had Oliver over in years."

I shrugged. I desperately wanted to change the subject, so I turned it around, "He hasn't had me over either."

When we were first though third years we would go to each other's house occasionally and race on our broomsticks. I hated racing him, he always won.

The house shook slightly as the garage door opened and I heard laughter. Then a blur of purple and light brown hair burst through the door and ran right into Dad.

"Dad!" Lynnea squealed as Dad picked her up and sat her on his shoulders.

After her walked in my mum, holding four shopping bags in each hand and two between her teeth.

"Ha Kayee. Coo yuh hep mih?" she mumbled biting the handles of the shopping bags.

I walked over and took them out of her teeth and she leaned over and gave me a short kiss on the cheek. Her lips were extremely cold and her lipstick left a smudge on my cheek. I tried rubbing it of, but it just spread over my cheek.

When she put the bags down, she faced me. She cocked her hip out and put her hands on her waist. She raised an eyebrow and smiled. My mother looked nothing like my father she had chin length hair that was dark brown and she had blue eyes. She wore a pearl necklace over her black turtle neck.

I helped Mum make dinner and we all sat around the dining room. There was one empty seat. I looked at Mum. "Mum? Where's Danton?"

"Oh, he'll be here in four days," she said with a nod and friendly smile.

I looked at the chair and wished that Danton was there. He was my older brother, and was almost twenty years old (but we'll meet him later)

I smiled as Lynnea covered her face in spaghetti sauce and laughed about it.

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The days leading up to Danton's arrival were just the same.

One day I took Alicia to the cinema and watched the Nightmare Before Christmas. She was absolutely shocked at what she saw. How do they look like that? How? Why? How? How? HOW? She kept asking me. If you've seen the Nightmare Before Christmas you'd be amazed at it, even if you were 100% muggle!

The night before Danton arrived, I sat on my bed and read to Lynnea. Then a tawny owl taps outside my window and I let it in out of the cold.

If flew in and gracefully landed on the bed next to Lynnea who was giggling like mad. It dropped a small brown paper package, all tied up with strings (that's one of my favorite things!) on my bed.

I fed the Owl and let him stay in the empty cage in my room.

I took the package from Lynnea's small hands and read the package. All it said was "Katie" written in ink from a quill. It looked suspicious to me, so I put it on my bed stand, to worry about later.

"Aren't you going to open it?" asked Lynnea eagerly.

"No," I said simply.

She frowned and crossed her arms. "You're no fun!" she whined.

I dropped my jaw, pretending to be absolutely shocked. "Fine! Then I won't read to you!"

She gasped and jumped on to my lap and squealed, "No! Read!"

"OK..."I said, smirking.

Soon enough, Lynnea fell asleep sitting on my lap. I put the book on top of the package on my nightstand and carried her to her bedroom.

When I lay her in her bed, she squirmed a little but went back to sleep. "G'night Lynnie," I said and kissed her on her forehead.

I walked back to my room and sat on my bed. I was startled when the tawny owl cooed gently. I remembered the package she had brought me. I picked Lynnea's book of the package. I held the package in my hands. It was extremely light, and very small.

I ripped the brown paper wrapping off the small box. It was a small jewelry box that said in gold lettering "Arundel Ascots Market - Hogsmeade, England"

Although there was no card, I already knew what it was by the time I started lifting the cover off of the package. I picked it up by its delicate gold chain, and marveled at it.

It was even prettier than I imagined. On its left half, in the place where it should have said "Nimbus Stratus," like its right side, it said "For Katie."



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