This was different. This memory was set someone where else.
Katrina looked around her smoky surroundings as the Pensive cleared and witnessed two figures huddling together in the Quiddich stands. It was lightly snowing outside and the figures were a boy and a girl. They tried hard not to stand out and cuddled in each other arms, talking.
She got a closer look. The girl's dark red hair was hidden under a cap and her emerald green eyes peering lovingly at the boy's pale face. The boy snuggled her closer and kissed the top of her head, murmuring something that made her grin. His hazel eyes behind silver frames danced joyfully. Snowflakes stick in his untidy jet black hair and the girl brushed them off carefully. Her seventeen-year-old grandparents smiled at each other softly.
"What would your friends think if they saw us together?" Lily asked.
James's straight white teeth exposed. "Who cares? All that matters is that we're happy together."
She confessed, a blush covering her cheeks, "I never thought I would fall for you of all people."
"Who did you think you'd fall for, Snape?"
Lily laughed. "He's nice but not really my type. He's more like a good friend."
James pulled an arm closer around her waist with some arrogance, "I knew you couldn't resist my charms." She smacked his head and he smirked mischievously, grabbing some snow and shoving it down her coat. She shrieked loudly and threw a snowball at him. A snow fight broke out and James cheated by kissing Lily and she gave him a good handful on snow in his face when he pulled away. Katrina watched all of these from below and wished that she could have joined the peaceful moment with them.
She was distracted in her thoughts when Katrina felt something pull her forward and she landed on her stomach, gasping for breath.
No longer outside but in an large apartment. Katrina got to her feet and gazed over at a party of some sort. To her surprise, she saw her own parents standing a few feet away, hiding behind the doorway. Draco Malfoy had slipped his arms around Harry's Potter's waist, and kissed him.
They were smiling and a blush shone darkly in Harry's cheeks.
Draco brushed his thumbs against Harry's face and placed a hand protectively on his back, forcing their lower bodies to be in contact of each other.
Suddenly, a woman's voice called out, and Draco left the scene as Harry walked into the room. Sitting on a couch was herself.
They exchanged a short conversation and began walking out of the apartment, out into the corridor.
Katrina immediately realized what memory this was.
Horror flooded her system as she sprinted after them, when she reached the hallway leading to the bathroom, her tiny eleven-year-old self was screaming and clawing at the door hysterically. The present Katrina winced at the blood stains on the door, and passed through the locked bathroom door like a ghost would.
She looked upon the event of her father's murder. He was dueling with a scary pale-faced man with blood red eyes. They were frightening to her, filled with such vice and malicious confidence. By the looks of it, her father was winning. He had dodged several red spells and an purple one, and sent an Disarming Charm at the other man. Katrina knew the end result, right then and there she wanted nothing more then to be there to help him. She screamed, running full force at the Dark Lord.
Katrina passed through him as well.
In her desperation, she stood in the middle of the battle between good and evil. Voldemort said the Killing Curse and it sped to her, the jinx shooting through her, and hit her father before exploding in a flash of bright green. She screamed and screamed as everything went black. Katrina was thrown backwards and fell out of the Pensive, landing on her right side and sobbing violently. Her bedroom door flew opened. Draco Malfoy came in, gazing down at her with troubled eyes.
"Katrina? Katrina, what's wrong?" She couldn't speak though the sobs and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her into his room and setting her down.
Draco took out an handkerchief and gently dapped her face, "What did you see?"
"I saw...I-I first saw Grandma Lily and Grandpa James. Th-then, it was gone and I saw you and Dad. You were left the room; Dad and the past me left to go into the bathroom. It was the day he died! I went in and saw him fighting Voldemort and he tried! He just co-couldn't win! And I tried to stop the spell but it went right through me! I tried, Dray, I tried! I tried to stop! I tried!" She insisted. Draco cradled her against his chest, feeling himself a little numb. So that was truth. That what had happened. Harry Potter had been killed by Lord Voldemort. That was it.
Draco felt tears fall down his own face in realization. "Darling, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm so sorry." He rocked her quietly as her howls dulled to whimper. Draco lifted her face with his hand, "Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
Katrina nodded and he gave her some tea, with a Dreamless Sleep potion.
Soon, she was fast asleep under the covers.
He left and entered her bedroom, glancing at the now calm Pensive. Bloody hell, why did this thing have to show her these memories? Why did she put up with it?
Just as he considered smashing the hell out of it, Wesley's voice drifted from the front room.
Draco growled angrily towards it, and returned to the front where his son stood in Quiddich robes, "Where's Kat? I wanna ask her if she wants to play Quiddich?"
"She's sleeping Wes, don't bother getting her up."
His odd eyes grew disappointed, "Damn it..."
Draco gave him a stern look. "What have I told you about swearing...?" he scolded.
Wesely flashed a sheepish smile, leaving into his bedroom.
Draco called after him, "And no practicing in your room!" He muttered to himself, rubbing his temple, "We don't want another accident with the enchanted tennis balls..."