A/N Okay I know this took a long long time so I'm very very sorry. Ya did you people like my cliffie? I love them they're so addictive. Anyways I better get on with this chappie. Oh u HAVE TO READ THE NOTE!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer (I know I like never do these but I don't want to be sued, so this is for my entire story) I OWN NOTHING NADA RIEN NICHTS NIENTE!! Everything belongs to the high almighty J. K. Rowling.
IMPORTANT NOTE: Katie's mom remarried after she divorced Nathaniel's father and then later Katie's father. She divorced Nathaniel's father because she found out he was a wizard. She divorced Katie's father because he supported wizarding stuff. Then she married Henry. Henry hates Katie's old father and Nathaniel's old father because he hates wizarding. They married the summer of Katie's fifth year and let Katie and Nathaniel continue wizarding only because they didn't have a good enough reason to make them stop and if they tried to Nathaniel would have had Katie come live with him. Now that he's dead everything has changed… I know this has changed some stuff about the story but it fits in with my plot. Again I'm sorry about this. If this really annoys you please say so in a review or email me at spiritcouger@hotmail.com. Anyways Katie's mom has full custody over Katie and Katie has not seen her dad in years.
…"Well then we'll just have it mailed to us," Henry said as he too entered the car.
"What do you mean? Why do I need it all at home?" I asked looking from my mom to my Henry.
"Well honey," my mom started. "Henry and I have decided that, for your benefit, after Christmas you're not going back to Hogwarts…"
Coming or Leaving Home?
Chap 10
I stood alone. Around me, thousands of trees reached up towards the sky, never ending. Not a sound was emitted, and silence was everywhere. "Hello," I called, my voice breaking the peace. "Is anybody here?" But no one answered
A twig snapped, and I swung around while looking for a weapon. But instead of being faced with my worst nightmare, there in front of me was a small, white rabbit.
"Calm down Katie," I said to myself quietly. "You're getting paranoid." The bunny slowly hopped over to where I stood. I knelt down slowly, to not scare it away. It looked up at me, its nose shaking in silent fear. "What's wrong little gu-" Before I could finish my sentence a speck of red shone on the rabbit's perfect white fur. Slowly the red began to spread, and I finally noticed what it was. The bunny's blood dripped onto the ground, and I screamed. Scrambling, I backed up. Then a noise from the woods made me turn.
There, standing at the edge of the trees was a tall figure, draped in a robe. "Katie, you killed him. Murderer…" it whispered slowly.
"No, stop it, leave me alone," I screamed, but he kept coming. I tried to run but my feet wouldn't listen to me. The figure kept on coming closer and closer until its hands were resting on my shoulders. It lifted its cloak and I met his red eyes. I screamed…
* * *
"Katie, Katie get up! Oh baby what's wrong, come on, wake up!! This is what that stupid school does to you. WAKE UP!!!!!"
My eyes opened to see my mother's face inches from mine. Her blue eyes shone with concern, but I just pushed her off me. "Go away Heather," I said, using my new first name basis with my parents.
"Honey you have to stop this, look what's happening to you. We're doing this because we care about you," my mother said gently, still sure she was right. "We're your family you can't just turn your back on us."
"No, there you are wrong. You're most definitely not my family. Ree, Alicia and Angie are my family, Fred, George and Oliver are my family, hell maybe even Dumbledore's my family. They respect me and don't try to imprison me against my will!! You are not my family!"
"Honey, that school has got you too brainwashed to see the truth. I should have just said no when your brother got his letter!" my mother exclaimed.
In the last five days I had been home not once had my mother called my brother by his name. "His name is NATHANIEL Heather. Call him that. And I am not brainwashed, you're just too brainwashed to see that I'm safer there I could ever be there. Now get out of my room!!" I yelled before turning away from her. I heard her sigh and felt her weight lift from the bed as she walked away. Why can't they see that I'm safe? Why can't they let me choose for myself?
"Well then we'll just have it mailed to us," Henry said as he too entered the car.
"What do you mean? Why do I need it all at home?" I asked looking from my mum to Henry.
"Well honey," my mom started. "Your father and I have decided that, for your benefit, after Christmas you're not going back to Hogwarts."
"WHAT???" I screamed. "Of course I am, Hogwarts is my home."
"No honey, your home is with us away from all this wizarding madness. It's all bloody rubbish, and once you're home you'll see that too," Henry promised.
"Don't worry Katie already found a nice school that will accommodate to your neglected teaching. You'll make so many new friends you'll forget about Hogwarts in a jiffy," my mom stated, as if this would make me happier.
"What about my friends from Hogwarts? What about my teachers? What about the FACT THAT I'M A WITCH??" I screamed, madder then I had ever been. How dare they try to take me away from my friends and life and expect me to act grateful!
"Honey it's just not safe in the 'wizarding' world right now," my mom explained.
"Look what your brother went up and did to himself. Well I guess that's not completely the wizarding world's fault. You know what they say, like father like son," Henry scorned.
"HOW DARE YOU!! HOW DARE YOU!!" I screamed. "HOW COULD YOU EVEN BEGAN TO THINK THAT IT WAS NATHANIEL'S OR HIS FATHER'S FAULT THAT HE DIED. AND MOM YOU'RE JUST SITTING THERE LETTING HIM SAY THIS ABOUT YOUR SON. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A…A… I don't even have a word for someone who would ignore that her son is dead. I HATE YOU!!
"Now hold on right there missy," Henry said. "You will not speak to your mother that way. Apologize this instant."
"I won't!! I'm just speaking the truth," I said, my voice a bit quieter. "And you can't stop me from returning to Hogwarts!"
"That's where you're wrong; you're never going back to that nut house…"
Since then I hadn't spoken or looked at Henry and I kept my contact with my mother at a minimum. I called her by her first name and ignored almost everything she said. I stopped going to meals and finally my mom began dropping my meals off in my room. On my first night home Henry had locked my books and materials in the basement, but it didn't take long for me to find the small window in the corner. Late one night I snuck down and collected most of my books and my wand. I spent my days studying and planning a way to get back to Hogwarts.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
I turned, and there tapping on my window was Oliver's owl Morghanna, carrying a package. I quickly ran to the window, ecstatic to finally have some contact with the wizarding world. I let Morghanna in and she flew around the room once, dropping the package on my bed before settling on my shoulder. I patted her head gently and she gave me an affectionate nip. For the past month I had been using Morghanna to send letters and by now she knew me pretty well. I turned to the bed and reached to open the package when I saw a note with READ FIRST in huge letters. I laughed and opened the letter.
Dear Katie
I hope you listened to me, though it would be a first, and opened
this before opening the package. I'm writing to you from my parents
cottage in the Alps. How's your break going so far? Mine's pretty boring
being an only child all I can do around here is ski. Anyways about my
party, umm the plan was that I'm inviting almost all of Gryffindor to come
but I'm hoping you, Angie, Fred, George, Alicia, Ree and Lee can come
about a couple days earlier and stay until term starts. Sound good? Owl me
back if you can. Merry Christmas!
Oliver Wood
P.S. In the package is your present. WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS TO OPEN
IT!!!!!
"He knows me too well," I said quietly to Morghanna and she hooted softly, as if agreeing with me. Then she flew off my shoulder and grabbed a piece of parchment from my desk. "Thanks," I whispered, taking the parchment from her beak. Now, I thought to myself, as I sat down at my desk. Should I tell him everything? It seems kind of weird to write it all down in a letter. But what other option did I have? I doubt very much he has a telephone, and its not like I can see him in person… Then my eyes fell on the fireplace in the corner of my room. "That's it," I said out loud, before I began to write.
Dear Oliver
That sounds great, but there's one teensy weensy problem. I don't
really feel it's something I can tell you in a letter. Could you maybe Floo
to my house at about eight thirty tomorrow? My mom and Henry will be out
at some kind of Christmas Eve party. If you can come just come, don't bother
to make Morghanna fly all the way back here. Thanks for the present.
Yours is in the package. Don't peek!
Katie Bell
I tied the letter and package onto Morghanna's claw, and after giving me one last peck; she flew out my window. Maybe, I thought to myself, by this time tomorrow things might make sense.
* * *
I spent the rest of the day in my room ignoring my mum's constant attempts to talk to me. By the next day my eyes were glued to the clock just waiting, as each minute moved by, getting slower and slower. Finally it was quarter past eight, and my mom and Henry were backing out of the driveway to go to Henry's office Christmas party. I took a deep breath and went to sit beside the fireplace waiting for Oliver to arrive.
Then at eight twenty seven the fire in my fireplace began to turn green and swirl, and slowly I saw Oliver's head pop through the fire. Bit by bit he inched his body out until he was standing in front of me, covered in soot.
"Top of the mornin' to ya," he said in a light manner. "Or would it be afternoon?"
Before I could stop myself I jumped on Oliver, throwing my arms around him. I buried my head in his shoulder, and tears began to drip down my face. Oliver wrapped his arms around me and stroked my head gently before pulling me away. "My Katie, you are getting better at this whole letting out your emotions thing," Oliver joked.
"Oh shut it," I sniffed.
"Now come on Doll, what's wrong?" Oliver asked gently.
"What's with all the nick names?" I responded, wiping my eyes with my sweater.
"My mum said girls liked being singled out with cute nicknames and such. Said it makes them like you better and feel special. Is it working?"
"Nope."
"Damn. So were you going to tell me what's wrong?" Oliver pursued relentlessly.
"Bloody hell, can't you be distracted?"
"Nope, now talk," Oliver said, leading me over to my bed.
When we were sitting I began. "Well I guess it started on the way home from the train… wait never mind scratch that umm ya it started the year my mom married Henry. Anyways Henry hates wizards and on the way home from the train…" Before long I was poring out everything to him. Not going back to Hogwarts, missing Nathaniel, hating my mom… And through it all Oliver just sat and listened. Once in awhile he'd pat my hand or give me a quick hug but his eyes never left mine. I'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone actually listen, and hear what you're saying. It reminded me of all the times I went to Ree for help, and slowly as I was talking, I noticed something: Oliver might be my best friend. I used to think of Ree as my best friend because she was the person I went to when I had any problems at all, but ever since the match against Slytherlin I seemed to be spending all my time with Oliver. Weird thing to be thinking of when you're poring out your problems.
"So let me get this straight," Oliver said when I finished. "You can't go back to Hogwarts because your step dad has brainwashed your mom into thinking wizarding is a horrid crime which should be punishable by death."
"Basically."
"Wow. Well, you could… never mind."
"What, what could I do? Please Oliver?" I asked.
"Well you said your dad used to love wizarding and thought the whole thing was fascinating, correct?"
"Well yes but I haven't seen him in years," I stated, still very confused.
"And why is that?" Oliver asked.
"Is this going anywhere?" I said impatiently, still not seeing where this was leading.
"Why don't you go live with him?"
"That's brilliant Oliver!! Why didn't I think of that?" I asked.
"Because you are but a measly mortal without my genius or good looks."
I was about to retaliate when suddenly I heard the front door open and the quiet but distinguished voices of two men. Straining my ears I heard one of them say, "Find her…"
A/N Don't you all just hate me lolz! I'm so happy no more writers block! J Anyways I'm going to Florida for Christmas so I won't be able to write but I promise I will have a chap out before January k? Well see that cute little button at the bottom? Please click on it J!
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