All right everyone, here's the second chapter. I'm glad you liked the
first, hope you like this one ^ ^
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As she walked down the hall and down the stairs, she wondered again about what belonged to her now. She knew her father was far too arrogant to have written a will at his age. She doubted he would have written a will even if he was ninety.
To the specters in the kitchen, Kitty looked like she was going to a ball. To Kitty it felt more like a funeral, but she knew there wasn't going to be one. The dress she wore belonged to her mother. It was one of the few things her father had owned that had belonged to her.
She was greeted by smiling faces. All her friends where there to see how she was, except Harry. If he had really wanted to check on Kitty like Lupin said, he would've been there. "So why isn't he?" Kitty asked herself. She wasn't sure if she should feel angry or upset, but she pushed the thoughts aside to greet her company.
"Christine, dear, you don't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of you, all right? Don't worry about a thing," said Mrs. Weasley, pulling Kitty into a hug. Kitty smiled politely and Mrs. Weasley let her go. She then turned away from Kitty and blew her nose loudly.
Hermione ran up and hugged her. "If you have to, you can stay with me. I'm sure my parents wont mind."
"Uh, thanks Hermione."
"Are you ok?"
"Uh yeah," she lied, and brushed away a tear from her eyes. She could tell that Hermione had been crying.
Next Ron greeted her. She was surprised when he hugged her. She blushed and awkwardly hugged him back. "You ok Kitty?"
"Uh, yeah, of course," she replied still blushing. He gave her a reproachful look.
"Well, like Mum said, we'll take care of you if you need a place to stay," he glanced over at her Hermione. "That is, if you cant stay at Hermione's."
Lupin, Tonks and Mr. Weasly also came over to console her. She noticed that Tonks had been crying too. She thanked them all, and quietly snuck away from the activities going on in the kitchen. It was too sad for her and she didn't want to cry in front of every one. She hated being fussed over.
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She sat back down on her father's bed and picked up one of the pillows. She hugged it tight and squeezed her eyes shut. She lay back, willing everything to disappear, wanting to die. She heard a voice and nearly screamed. She sat bolt up right and looked into two emerald eyes.
"Harry! You startled me!" She accused the messy haired boy.
"Sorry," he replied sitting down next to her. "Are you alright?"
She eyed him venomously then relaxed. "Why weren't you down stairs like every one else?"
"I wanted to talk to you alone," he said.
"Didn't you do that last night?" She asked him tiredly.
"Yes, but you were hysteric last night."
"Yeah, well you would be too," she answered with a sigh.
"I know what it's like, you know? Knowing him for only two, three years. I was attached to him too, he was my godfather."
She sighed again. "I know, but he was my father. The last person I had left. I don't have a godfather. Where do I go now Harry? I can't go back to the orphanage!"
"I'm sure we're not going to leave you on the streets to rough it out, you have many options. Hermione, Ron, I could even convince the Dursley's to keep you."
"I doubt that," she replied, thinking of Harry's aunt and uncle.
"Yeah, you're right," he said with a small smile. "But you have plenty of places to go, I bet you could stay here if you like."
"No, I don't think I want to stay around here," she said looking around the dark room.
"Well, I'll make sure you go somewhere, I promise I'll take care of you," he said leaning close to her.
"Th-thank you, Harry," she replied, her voice faltering. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"You're welcome," he said with a soft smile. He hugged her quickly and left her alone in the large room.
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There you go, second chapter, I don't think it's very good, but then again, I'm an author =/ Please review!
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As she walked down the hall and down the stairs, she wondered again about what belonged to her now. She knew her father was far too arrogant to have written a will at his age. She doubted he would have written a will even if he was ninety.
To the specters in the kitchen, Kitty looked like she was going to a ball. To Kitty it felt more like a funeral, but she knew there wasn't going to be one. The dress she wore belonged to her mother. It was one of the few things her father had owned that had belonged to her.
She was greeted by smiling faces. All her friends where there to see how she was, except Harry. If he had really wanted to check on Kitty like Lupin said, he would've been there. "So why isn't he?" Kitty asked herself. She wasn't sure if she should feel angry or upset, but she pushed the thoughts aside to greet her company.
"Christine, dear, you don't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of you, all right? Don't worry about a thing," said Mrs. Weasley, pulling Kitty into a hug. Kitty smiled politely and Mrs. Weasley let her go. She then turned away from Kitty and blew her nose loudly.
Hermione ran up and hugged her. "If you have to, you can stay with me. I'm sure my parents wont mind."
"Uh, thanks Hermione."
"Are you ok?"
"Uh yeah," she lied, and brushed away a tear from her eyes. She could tell that Hermione had been crying.
Next Ron greeted her. She was surprised when he hugged her. She blushed and awkwardly hugged him back. "You ok Kitty?"
"Uh, yeah, of course," she replied still blushing. He gave her a reproachful look.
"Well, like Mum said, we'll take care of you if you need a place to stay," he glanced over at her Hermione. "That is, if you cant stay at Hermione's."
Lupin, Tonks and Mr. Weasly also came over to console her. She noticed that Tonks had been crying too. She thanked them all, and quietly snuck away from the activities going on in the kitchen. It was too sad for her and she didn't want to cry in front of every one. She hated being fussed over.
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She sat back down on her father's bed and picked up one of the pillows. She hugged it tight and squeezed her eyes shut. She lay back, willing everything to disappear, wanting to die. She heard a voice and nearly screamed. She sat bolt up right and looked into two emerald eyes.
"Harry! You startled me!" She accused the messy haired boy.
"Sorry," he replied sitting down next to her. "Are you alright?"
She eyed him venomously then relaxed. "Why weren't you down stairs like every one else?"
"I wanted to talk to you alone," he said.
"Didn't you do that last night?" She asked him tiredly.
"Yes, but you were hysteric last night."
"Yeah, well you would be too," she answered with a sigh.
"I know what it's like, you know? Knowing him for only two, three years. I was attached to him too, he was my godfather."
She sighed again. "I know, but he was my father. The last person I had left. I don't have a godfather. Where do I go now Harry? I can't go back to the orphanage!"
"I'm sure we're not going to leave you on the streets to rough it out, you have many options. Hermione, Ron, I could even convince the Dursley's to keep you."
"I doubt that," she replied, thinking of Harry's aunt and uncle.
"Yeah, you're right," he said with a small smile. "But you have plenty of places to go, I bet you could stay here if you like."
"No, I don't think I want to stay around here," she said looking around the dark room.
"Well, I'll make sure you go somewhere, I promise I'll take care of you," he said leaning close to her.
"Th-thank you, Harry," she replied, her voice faltering. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"You're welcome," he said with a soft smile. He hugged her quickly and left her alone in the large room.
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There you go, second chapter, I don't think it's very good, but then again, I'm an author =/ Please review!