"Hey Kat, wake up! Hey! Wake up!"

Katrina groaned, opening her eyes to Johan's shade of dark brown, staring into them. His face was centimeters away from hers.

He said quickly, concerned, "You just slept through Charms. Are you okay?"

She yawned, getting up. "Yeah. I'm up. Sorry." Johan picked up his books as the rest of the sixth years left the classroom.

"I'll give you the notes on what you missed. Meet you at dinner?" he asked.

Katrina frowned. "No, I'm going to eat at home." Johan blinked, his eyes washing with hurt but he waved goodbye without complaining. Katrina gathered her things and headed for her family's apartment. Once she saw no one was around, Katrina dropped her school supplies on the floor and locked herself in her room, pulling out a stony basin from her closet. In it looked like a silvery-white liquid-glass. Katrina closed her eyes and touched the Pensive; the Pensive was something that made her revisit memories, some were hers and some weren't. No one really knew that she had it except for her family.

Right now, Katrina needed something to remember, anything familiar would do. Visiting memories was her way of releasing her doubts and stresses of the day.

A small addiction.

She took in several deep breaths and found herself being sucked into the Pensive.

Landing on her feet and opening her eyes, Katrina stood in the memory of the Hogwarts hospital wing. The rows of white beds were empty and there was a door leading into a private section of the hospital wing. She could distantly hear someone shouting in agony. Sitting in chairs near the door were Draco, Hermione, and Ron. Katrina walked over to them; of course they could not see her, as they did not acknowledge her presence. There was an air of worry floating around them.

Draco turned to Hermione who was biting her lower lip. "You don't have to be up, you just had twins."

"No, I refuse to miss this. I promised Harry I'd be here-" Another groan of pain came from behind the door. She grimaced, "I'd better go help Madam Pomfrey with him."

Hermione exited behind the door and Katrina heard a voice hissed, "Oooh, I'm going to kill Draco!"

Katrina laughed as the men outside exchanged apprehensive glances. Yes, this was the memory of Wesley's birth. Sure enough, her eight-year-old self emerged from behind her, wearing a yellow dress, and walked to Draco. He said to her with cool gray eyes, "Don't be alarmed if you hear your Dad scream, okay?"

She grinned, "I know, Susan screamed a whole lot louder when she had James. Now that hurt my ears!" She imitated herself doing that as the men chuckled at her honesty. The present Kat did herself, never amazed at the similarities she had when she was young and at the current.

Another loud groan sounded and her memory self sighed in knowing, "Daddy's in a lot of pain, huh?"

Draco smiled reassuringly at her. "He'll be fine."

She nodded, as if she was returning the reassurance, and Ron blurted out, "When it was Hermione...yeesh..."

He snorted and Hermione's head poked out from behind the door. "I heard that Ronald Weasly. Draco, you can come in. It's getting around that time."

The pale man turned to the little girl. "Do you want to come in?" She frowned thoughtfully and took his head. They headed for the door marked: Restricted.

Sixteen-year-old Katrina automatically followed and a far-off voice called her name.

"Katrina..."

She closed her eyes and felt herself rising, solid and standing right back in her room. The Pensive calmed and a knock came from her bedroom door. Katrina looked at it as it opened and Draco Malfoy entered, placing his wand away. His pale face read mild concern.

"Katrina? Are you okay? Johan Weasley's here. He said that you were supposed to meeting him at dinner."

"I said I didn't want to."

He placed large hands on her drooping shoulders, "Go ahead. Spend sometime with your friends. Wes and I will be there later."

Katrina looked into his gray eyes and saw those noticeable pale blue flecks. She glanced through them and saw the strange pale man who was scared to finally meet his daughter many years ago. The man who gave her hugs that were filled with comfort and smelled like home. The man who pretended not to cry when he saw remains and memories of his lover. Katrina turned away and met Johan near the front door. He looked up at her and she took his arm, silently dragging him down to the Great Hall. They sat down at one of the larger tables and their best friends were already there waiting.

Heather Thomas grinned. "Hey guys!"

Katrina sat down next to her and Johan's cousin, Anna, who was reading the Daily Prophet.

They were all in the same year but not the same Houses. Johan was in Gryffindor, Anna was in Hufflepuff, Heather was in Ravenclaw, and Katrina was in Slytherin. Certainly, the Sorting Hat had a hard time deciding where to put her and she had chosen. No matter where she was placed, her best friends stuck with her. In their little buddy group, they were the only who had a variety of all the Houses together. They all got along; noo one cared what person was in what House. Even though Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had been rivals, Heather and Anna were two peas in a pod although they looked different.

Heather had copper colored skin and lavender eyes while Anna had dark red hair and freckles. But no two girls could be closer.

Anna said to Katrina across the way, her nose still buried behind the newspaper, "Hey, how are you?"

Johan rolled his eyes and tore the paper from her hands. "Can you for once ask us a question and make eye contact when you ask it?"

"What's eating you?" she smirked.

Katrina interrupted them, answering her question, "I was in my room. Joey came and got me."

Heather asked curiously as food appeared on their plates, "What were you doing?" Katrina took a bite out of her roll.

"Thinking."

Johan burrowed his brows as she nuttered it. "About what?"

Stuff."

Anna questioned, "What kind of stuff?"

Katrina snapped angrily, "What is this, an interrogation or something?"

They shook their heads and Johan muttered, "Sorry."

She muttered back, "It's fine." The conversation switched to Quiddich and Katrina stared off into space, chewing audibly on her dinner.

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It was well past dinner when Draco entered his bedroom. He flipped on his lamp and began folding the sheets on the bed.

His thoughts vaguely turned to Harry and he grinned slightly.

His tousled jet black hair that smelled so sweet and felt it after he showered. Harry's beautiful and somewhat wry smile when he thought about something that made him happy. The blush Harry got when he talked of their future or when he was teased. Draco closed his eyes and picked out memories on how Harry's skin tasted, how soft his moans were in his ear, how bold those eyes looked, or how smoothly he could slip into Draco's arms; the delightful warm weight of his body beside his.

Draco opened his gray eyes and felt tears sting his eyes. Now he could never see or feel those things again. The cold blow of reality overtook him once more, and the fully formed tears began to fall. It hurt to think of Harry. It hurt to think of his death.

"You miss him?" came a murmur.

Draco turned to his daughter with her slender hands clasped together and dangling limply at her waist.

He answered kindly, "I do." Katrina walked closer to him, her brilliant emerald eyes flashing like jewels.

Draco could sworn that Harry was in those eyes.

"I miss him too." Draco smirked, cupping her cheek with his hand. She gave him the old Malfoy smirk and then it disappeared as she looked down diffidently. It was at these times, Harry did shine in her, and Draco was sure that she didn't even know it.

He whispered, "You're so much like him." Katrina said nothing and he asked, "Are you tired? Wesley's already asleep."

She mumbled, "Yeah," and left the room. Draco wanted to help her heal from everything that had happened in her life but he knew that the healing had to come from herself. And that kind of healing took time. So, around eleven, he wandered into Wesley's blue room and saw him fast asleep in his bed. Draco smiled and closed the door, heading for Katrina's room. He found her asleep on the floor near her windowsill. Inn her outstretched arms was her dear scrapbook.

Draco carefully and effortlessly took her into his arms and tucked her in bed, placing the scrapbook on the dresser. He smoothed back her white blonde bangs, brushed off her tears, and touched the top of her head. He watched those black eyelashes flutter faintly. Draco allowed himself to get lost a few moments, staring gently into her beauty, and then shutting off the light to depart to his own bedroom.