A/N Hullo. For those of you who actually read my story, sorry it took so
long to get the next chapter up. Y'see, I have exams next week, and I've
been pretty busy with those (well, not really, but……..). Not to mention
I've had my other story, which seems to be far more popular than this, to
contend with. Oh, and I'm just warning you, this story is probably going to
be really bad, since I don't know what I'm going to do with it. Oh well,
read it anyway.
Discailmer: I don't own anything except the plot and Kaela. I don't even
own Mrs. Feazel. She owns herself, and will probably be teaching her eighth
grade History class tomorrow.
"Uh, I haven't seen you anywhere around the castle ever, and I thought Hermione didn't have any magical family members," Harry mentioned, uncertain because he was afraid of (1) offending Kaela and (2) making himself look stupid.
"Yeah, about that. Y'see, I didn't know…., well, I s'pose I'd best start off at the beginning. Well, I got my letter inviting me to Hogwarts when I had just turned eleven, like so many others, and I really wanted to go. But my mother wasn't so sure. She said she didn't want me to be so far away from her, since she would be all alone with me gone (my father died when I was a little girl).
"Uncle Tom(*)," Hermione said, now that she and Ron were both listening, too. "I barely remember him."
"It's the same for me, y'know!" Kaela snapped back. She clamped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Hermione. You know I'm touchy about that subject.
"Well, anyways, I knew the real reason why she didn't want me to go. She hated the thought of my being able to enjoy something like that. She had always been like that, which was part of the reason I wanted to get away."
"She sounds like the Dursleys in that respect," Harry commented.
Kaela nodded. "Hermione told me one summer that one of her new friends lived with horrible people. She didn't mention your name though. If she did, I might of caught on, and this whole mess could of been avoided. I praise God she didn't mention your name. Well, my mom said she didn't want me going anywhere, so instead she had me contact the Ministry of Magic and made me appeal for a private tutor so I could have homeschooling. Unfortunately, they approved it. Well, maybe fortunately, because if they didn't, I might not of gotten any magical learning at all, and I would of had to live life as a muggle. I don't think I could been able to stand that. The years passed with my tutor and eventually, time came that Voldemort came back."
Ron gasped when Kaela said this. Hermione looked positively proud. Harry was confused. "But-but you said…" he stammered, suprised. Kaela didn't look like the kind of girl you said the Dark Lord's name.
"Hermione taught me never to fear a name, for that only increases fear of the thing itself," Kaela said knowingly.
Harry remembered telling Dumbledore's words to Hermione. It appeared she had taken them to heart. "Please, continue," Harry invited with a smile.
"Gladly," she replied. "The whole of the wizarding world was in a panic from the moment they found out who was behind the new killings. Except for me. I didn't understand. My tutor, Marie Feazel, always avoided the subject. All I understood was that my faithful tutor, who had pledged to my mom to continue teaching me until I learned all there was to learn on the subject of magic, had packed her bags and moved to live with relatives in America. It was after that when I started to get worried. Mrs. Feazel was the kind of person who looked at things that sent others into a panic strait in the eye and stuck her tongue out at it. I knew it must be bad if she was leaving. And it was. Only days after she left, a Death Eater showed his ugly masked face at my house and killed my mother. I was spared only because I was off buying milk at the corner store. When I returned, it wasn't hard for me to figure out what had happened. Her body was completely intact, she mouth just slightly open. I figure she had probably tried to match wits with him verbally. The house was exactly as I had left it, save the dead body and the refrigerator, which had been ransacked. I guess the Death Eater was pretty hungry. He managed to eat all of the cake that I had baked earlier that day. I wrote the Ministry of Magic for a second time, telling them what happened. They came and took care of my mother's body. Needless to say, I was pretty ecstatic she was gone. She had been nothing but horrible to me my whole life. Well, anyway, the ministry looked up my mother's will and it stated that if anything were to happen to her while I was still a minor, I was to go live with the Grangers. So they shipped me there and Hermione's mother and father had no choice but to tell me the truth about Hermione, and I had no choice but to tell them the truth about me. We were all pretty happy when we found out that Hermione and I, both born within months of each other and both very close, were also both witches. Hermione wrote Dumbledore, and they set me up a meeting a little while before school in late July. I met the teachers and staff, they tested me to see what year level I should begin at, and they gave me a private Sorting Ceremony. It turns out I'm a sixth year Gryffindor, like you guys and Hermione. The stupid hat nearly put me in Ravenclaw. It couldn't decide so it told the teachers I had the wits of Gryffindor and the natural quickness for connecting two and two of Ravenclaw. The teachers decided to put me in Gryffindor, where I already have family and at least one friend. I hope I'll do all right," she added when she was finished with her account.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Harry assured her. He liked Kaela already. She was kind and smart and brave and apparently a good cook. And good looking, too. Oh, yes. Kaela was very pretty. Harry was sure Ron would be ogling over her, had it not been for Hermione. Speaking of Ron and Hermione, they were talking on the other side of the compartment. Well, that's not entirely true. Hermione was talking, but all Ron seemed to be capable of doing was staring at Hermione and nodding every now and again. He had adopted the fish look again, too. Harry looked over at Kaela, who was staring out of the window, watching the scenery fly by.
'Kaela seems like the kind of person I could become really good friends with. I hope she feels the same about me. But if I'm not careful, I might have another Cho incident. That wouldn't be pretty, especially with her being Hermione's cousin and all.' Harry looked at her again. 'Very careful.' He decided.
A/N well there you have it, another crappy chappie (hey, I rhymed!). I acctually wrote this a while ago, before school ended even, I just never got around to putting it up. Sorry. Well, please review.
"Uh, I haven't seen you anywhere around the castle ever, and I thought Hermione didn't have any magical family members," Harry mentioned, uncertain because he was afraid of (1) offending Kaela and (2) making himself look stupid.
"Yeah, about that. Y'see, I didn't know…., well, I s'pose I'd best start off at the beginning. Well, I got my letter inviting me to Hogwarts when I had just turned eleven, like so many others, and I really wanted to go. But my mother wasn't so sure. She said she didn't want me to be so far away from her, since she would be all alone with me gone (my father died when I was a little girl).
"Uncle Tom(*)," Hermione said, now that she and Ron were both listening, too. "I barely remember him."
"It's the same for me, y'know!" Kaela snapped back. She clamped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Hermione. You know I'm touchy about that subject.
"Well, anyways, I knew the real reason why she didn't want me to go. She hated the thought of my being able to enjoy something like that. She had always been like that, which was part of the reason I wanted to get away."
"She sounds like the Dursleys in that respect," Harry commented.
Kaela nodded. "Hermione told me one summer that one of her new friends lived with horrible people. She didn't mention your name though. If she did, I might of caught on, and this whole mess could of been avoided. I praise God she didn't mention your name. Well, my mom said she didn't want me going anywhere, so instead she had me contact the Ministry of Magic and made me appeal for a private tutor so I could have homeschooling. Unfortunately, they approved it. Well, maybe fortunately, because if they didn't, I might not of gotten any magical learning at all, and I would of had to live life as a muggle. I don't think I could been able to stand that. The years passed with my tutor and eventually, time came that Voldemort came back."
Ron gasped when Kaela said this. Hermione looked positively proud. Harry was confused. "But-but you said…" he stammered, suprised. Kaela didn't look like the kind of girl you said the Dark Lord's name.
"Hermione taught me never to fear a name, for that only increases fear of the thing itself," Kaela said knowingly.
Harry remembered telling Dumbledore's words to Hermione. It appeared she had taken them to heart. "Please, continue," Harry invited with a smile.
"Gladly," she replied. "The whole of the wizarding world was in a panic from the moment they found out who was behind the new killings. Except for me. I didn't understand. My tutor, Marie Feazel, always avoided the subject. All I understood was that my faithful tutor, who had pledged to my mom to continue teaching me until I learned all there was to learn on the subject of magic, had packed her bags and moved to live with relatives in America. It was after that when I started to get worried. Mrs. Feazel was the kind of person who looked at things that sent others into a panic strait in the eye and stuck her tongue out at it. I knew it must be bad if she was leaving. And it was. Only days after she left, a Death Eater showed his ugly masked face at my house and killed my mother. I was spared only because I was off buying milk at the corner store. When I returned, it wasn't hard for me to figure out what had happened. Her body was completely intact, she mouth just slightly open. I figure she had probably tried to match wits with him verbally. The house was exactly as I had left it, save the dead body and the refrigerator, which had been ransacked. I guess the Death Eater was pretty hungry. He managed to eat all of the cake that I had baked earlier that day. I wrote the Ministry of Magic for a second time, telling them what happened. They came and took care of my mother's body. Needless to say, I was pretty ecstatic she was gone. She had been nothing but horrible to me my whole life. Well, anyway, the ministry looked up my mother's will and it stated that if anything were to happen to her while I was still a minor, I was to go live with the Grangers. So they shipped me there and Hermione's mother and father had no choice but to tell me the truth about Hermione, and I had no choice but to tell them the truth about me. We were all pretty happy when we found out that Hermione and I, both born within months of each other and both very close, were also both witches. Hermione wrote Dumbledore, and they set me up a meeting a little while before school in late July. I met the teachers and staff, they tested me to see what year level I should begin at, and they gave me a private Sorting Ceremony. It turns out I'm a sixth year Gryffindor, like you guys and Hermione. The stupid hat nearly put me in Ravenclaw. It couldn't decide so it told the teachers I had the wits of Gryffindor and the natural quickness for connecting two and two of Ravenclaw. The teachers decided to put me in Gryffindor, where I already have family and at least one friend. I hope I'll do all right," she added when she was finished with her account.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Harry assured her. He liked Kaela already. She was kind and smart and brave and apparently a good cook. And good looking, too. Oh, yes. Kaela was very pretty. Harry was sure Ron would be ogling over her, had it not been for Hermione. Speaking of Ron and Hermione, they were talking on the other side of the compartment. Well, that's not entirely true. Hermione was talking, but all Ron seemed to be capable of doing was staring at Hermione and nodding every now and again. He had adopted the fish look again, too. Harry looked over at Kaela, who was staring out of the window, watching the scenery fly by.
'Kaela seems like the kind of person I could become really good friends with. I hope she feels the same about me. But if I'm not careful, I might have another Cho incident. That wouldn't be pretty, especially with her being Hermione's cousin and all.' Harry looked at her again. 'Very careful.' He decided.
A/N well there you have it, another crappy chappie (hey, I rhymed!). I acctually wrote this a while ago, before school ended even, I just never got around to putting it up. Sorry. Well, please review.