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Firegoddess: I am unable to continue with this story, so I am giving it over to a friend of mine, Ravyn Nyte, to finish for me. I am going into 11th grade and now I have to think about my future, which means I wont be able to sit in front of a computer and write this story, no matter how much I love it. I have also lost my inspiration for this, so sorry guys. I will be helping Ravyn with it as much as she needs, and she will try to keep in character. I am truly grateful for all of your reviews and I hope you can give Ravyn the same enthusiasm you have given me. Love ya all, Flame

Ravyn Nyte: I would like to say now that I kept telling our dear Flame that she HAD to post soon or people would have thought she died or something. But, now she says that she is giving it up and she asked if I wanted to continue it. I think you will like what I will do to it, because Flame said she was going to make this HUGE chapter the last. Of course, she had a bit done already, so I am just going to post what she had and go on from there.

Disclaimer: Flame owns Kitty, Bennington, and Raven. JKR owns the rest of Harry Potter stuff. Ravyn owns nothing but a cardboard box.

Emerald Eyes, Sapphire Skies

Chapter 3: Do I Know you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry jumped back, to avoid having his toes crushed, as a woman rushed past him, to meet Bennington. Scowling, he continued forward.

He stopped at the closest girl, who's blood-red hair was spilling down her back, contrasting with her black dress. He looked around and noted that most girls were wearing masks. And from the back, he couldn't tell if she was. He didn't want to ask a girl with a mask, because it usually meant she had something to hide.

As she downed another glass of wine, he tapped on her shoulder, and she spun around, narrowly missing hitting him with her hair. He froze. "I-I'm sorry." He stammered, trying to place her. "But do I know you?"

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Kittie felt her heart stop for a second, when she saw him, studying her face. She swallowed.

"I don't think we-we have met." She squeaked, wondering why he didn't recognize her. He stared at her for a few more moments, and blinked, as if remembering he was still there.

"Are you sure?" He pressed, leaning in closer, studying her. Kittie swallowed again and leaned away. "Are you contradicting me?"

Harry jerked back in surprise. "Um.no." He remembered himself and bowed. "Would you dance with m-?" He started, but someone else's voice rang out.

"Harry! *There* you are." Raven purred, latching onto his arm. Harry blinked and looked back at where the woman with the wine was standing before Raven interrupted him. She was gone.

He frowned, and Raven leaned to him. "You must dance with me, Harry Potter." She grinned, pulling on his hand.

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Kittie silently thanked Raven when she adverted Harry's attention. Taking the opportunity she ducked and ran outside. Once the moonlight was able to touch her skin, she let out a sigh of relief.

A blue mask was laying unguarded on the stone bench. Someone giggled in the bushes. Kittie rolled her eyes and took the mask, sliding it on her own face. Some balls never changed.

She walked along the castle, eyeing the stone banister that made a wall about ten feet from the garden below it. Giving up fighting the childish urges that demanded to be acknowledged, she hitched the skirt of her dress above her ankles and climbed onto the rail. She kicked off her heels and walked along it, relishing on the cold stone beneath her feet.

"Hey?" Kittie stopped and turned to the voice. Harry frowned. "Are you that woman that ran from me in there?"

Kittie deepened her voice, disguising it. "Run from you? Why would I run from you?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Oh, stop it. I'm not completely daft. If you're going to change your identity, change your clothes at least." He growled, offended that she had insulted his intelligence.

She continued to walk along the railing, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry." She said, keeping her eyes on her feet. Harry's curt tone softened.

"So." He said, walking along beside her. "Why'd you run?"

She still didn't look at him. "I didn't *run*.I just realized that you were talking to another woman, so I just.left."

"You didn't really give me any time to recover."

Kittie stopped and turned to him. "Recover?"

"From you. I'm still wondering where I've met you before."

Kittie was suddenly grateful for the mask that was covering her cheeks as they burned. "I've already told you.we've never met."

Harry continued to watch her and she began to get uncomfortable under his gaze and she stumbled. Harry leapt forward and caught her hand. She caught her balance again and looked down at him, her cheeks burning even hotter.

The second their hands touched, Kittie felt an old spark build between their hands. Harry must have felt it too, because he pressed his palm to hers, trying to pin the familiarity.

"I *do* know you!" He said, in triumph. Kittie snatched her hand back.

"I assure you-"

"What's your name, then?"

Kittie swallowed. She had hoped to avoid that question. She didn't need for him to know who she was. So, pretending to lose her balance, she fell over the side.

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Harry didn't know how it happened. One minute, the woman had her balance perfect on the ledge and the next, she was gone. He ran to the ledge, and looked over it, to see the woman pulling thorns out of her now-torn dress as she lay in a rose bush. Harry ran to the stone stairs and slid down the banisters, to her, as she stood up and inspected a few cuts on her legs.

"Are you alright?!" He panted as he reached her. She didn't look up and nodded. "Fine.but I must go. I can't go back to the ball in a torn dress.now can I?"

She looked up to give him a small grin and her mask tumbled off. She Apparated, but not before something white in her eye caught the moonlight.

"Kittie!" Harry breathed, into the air.

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