"NOOOOO, PLEASE NOOO! NOT HARRY, ANYONE BUT HARRY! OH, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Hermione, stop it!"
"NOOOOOO, NOT HARRY! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Hermione STOP IT! SOMEONE GET DUMBLEDORE! Oh Merlin, it was...Malfoy, what do we do? Malfoy? Malfoy...Malfoy? Oh shit!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Bright green eyes opened. A young girl of sixteen years stared emotionlessly off into space as memories poured through her brain. The shouts, the panic, the people crowding around to get a closer look at the body..."the body", that's what it was known as. Just, "the body". It wasn't a person; it was a thing.
Thunder roared off into the distance outside a large elegant window.
Katrina ran her slender fingers through her thick white-blonde hair, and curled up against the window sill, pressing her knees against her chest. She bit her lower lip and got up, walking through the darkness of her bedchamber and turning on her lamp.
A dim wash of light fell over the bed as Katrina reached under her mattress and pulled out a wide scrapbook.
She plopped down onto the sheets and opened up the first page. The pictures were still, Muggle of course, with her sort-of-mother Susan Potter, her father Harry Potter, herself at five, and her infant brother James. Katrina looked at the dark sparkling blue eyes of Susan and James, and felt a rush of tears fall down her face.
There were Susan and Harry's wedding pictures, they looked so content. She flipped to the next page and saw more still pictures, finally moving ones of her other father Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, smiling at the camera and waving heartily, holding hands.
Katrina grinned through her tears and went through the last of the pages with her at age ten and her newest brother Wesley and her parents. It was the largest picture and a family portrait. They were grinning and encircling everyone together. A few more photos were of her best friend Johan, the Weasley's and some others.
One of her favorite pictures were of Harry Potter and herself, looking through the scrapbook while laughing and crying together.
Katrina set the book down and felt more tears run down her face. She stiffly wiped them away and blew her nose with a tissue.
There was so many good memories. But now, there wasn't so much to be joyful about.
"Stop standing around you lot and get help!"
"OHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Katrina clamped her hands on her head, ready to scream herself. Would these horrible memories would never go away?
She burst into a fit of weeping and fell back onto her bed, soaking her pillowcase with tears. Katrina stopped crying after a while and drifted into sleep.
An figure opened her door and snuck in with practiced ease. He gently turned her body onto her side and tucked her under the covers, touching the top of her head momentarily. The figure quickly crept out of the room, shutting the door behind him.