The morning rose and Harry had waken up early to be released from the hospital wing. He headed towards the Astronomy Tower, where Katrina could always be found, but no one except himself could ever guess. No one would ever know his daughter better than him.
Harry opened the trap door, watching her standing in the soft glow of a open window and holding out pale cupped hands.
Katrina threw them up and unconfined a pure white dove that flew away gracefully. She stood there a moment, her face filling with eased joy before she turned away to a cage nearby and took into her hands a tiny red-brown fox. It nipped her fingers playfully and her laughter echoed though the Tower like the twinkling of bells.
Harry rapped his knuckles on the wall and Katrina turned to him, her screen of honey white hair flung around her face. "Daddy! What are you doing here?"
He grinned, "I came to visit you. What do you have there?" She nuzzled her face in the soft fur of the fox.
"His name's Donavan. I found him wandering just outside the castle."
"What were you doing outside?" Harry's voice came out strict.
Katrina smiled. "Don't worry, Mrs. Buron from the daycare center let us go outside for a while and I snuck Donavan in my shirt after we went inside. Only Johan knows I have him, and he pinky swore that he wouldn't tell anyone." Harry shook his head.
"I don't know where you got this nature-loving gene."
Katrina said, placing the small animal away, "I believe that it was Grandma Lillian." He jerked his head towards her in surprise and she recovered, a little alarmed herself, "...Or it could have been Dray, I'm not sure."
Harry came closer.
"How did you know about your Grandmother?"
Katrina pretended to ignore him. "So, Daddy, you like playing Quiddich? How do you play?" Letting it go for the moment, Harry explained the rules and her grin grew wider. She jumped up and down. "I want to be a Seeker too! Do you have a broom?" They went downstairs and Harry showed his Firebolt. Her emerald eyes grew wide at the sight of it. He turned his back for just a second and a second was long enough. Katrina had ran off with the Firebolt and jumped right off the stairs, disappearing from sight. Harry felt like his legs turn to lead as he ran to the banister and looked over the edge, fearing that he'd see her twisted corpse at the bottom.
Instead, Harry saw a blurred figure spinning around, giggling and shouting. She was on the broom, waving hello to the shocked portraits. Katrina flew outside a nearby window and he followed through downstairs doors. She swooped about the trees and caught stray butterflies, throwing them back into the breeze. Katrina did a dangerous dive at four feet and was thrown off. Harry easily caught her below to give her a very angry look. She grinned sheepishly in response.