It was a gray blur. . . .

Her grandparents snowball fight . . . Daddy's blushing face. . . the bloodstains on the bathroom door . . . .that blinding green light . . . Dray's endless gray eyes . . . . .

Her surroundings were pitch black, whirling vehemently, and it jerked to a sudden stop. Katrina blinked once, adjusting her eyes to the darkness. Light panned out and she was standing somewhere in a building, a rather large hall. Bright white sunlight filled the giant crystal windows and the walls were a similar marble to the school of Hogwarts. Yet, the area was bare of anything or anyone.

"Beware...of the unexpected...it was set...when...your father died."

xxx

Her eyes flew open.

Katrina sat up on Dray's bed.

He was not in the room with her.

She wandered out of her apartment, not bothering to acknowledge to anybody where she was going, heading down the many staircases and to the first floor.

By pure chance, Katrina tripped over the last few stairs. She groaned, feeling extremely stupid but relieved that everyone was still asleep in the castle. Katrina sat up from her sprawled out position and a slender, pale hand appeared in front of her face. A tall elegant woman with shining white and silvery curl stood over her, draped in a black robe and wearing an expression of mild amusement. Fond dark gray eyes peered into hers. "Are you alright?"

Katrina closed her open mouth and stammered nervously, very much intimidated by the elder woman's angel-like appearance, "Y-Yes, I'm f-fine. Thank you."

The woman got out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "I'm looking for this apartment. Could you tell me where to find it?"

"This is mine," Katrina frowned, adding, "Uh, I'll show you."

As she began leading this strange woman upstairs, Katrina heard her ask, "What is your name, my dear?"

She answered softly, "Katrina."

The woman smiled a comforting smile, "Enchanting. I believe it means 'pure.'"

Katrina nodded in agreement and invited her inside the apartment. Dray came out into the front. He glared momentarily as his daughter for her disappearance but then saw the woman she was with. He blinked shocked. "...Mother?" Katrina gasped. Oh... Narcissa Malfoy. How could have not seen it?

Her grandmother embraced her father and beamed, "Oh, my dear Draco, you look so grown up! Just look at you, my little boy!"

A faint flush ran up his cheeks. "H-How did you get here?"

Narcissa simply replied, "The train. How have you been? I have already had the pleasure of meeting my granddaughter. She is certainly well-bred." Katrins shifted uncomfortably under Draco's purposeful stare and the older woman clasped her hands together, "So, when do I get to meet your wife?"

Draco cleared his throat. Narcissa asked again, "Well, where is she?" He sat her down.

"Mother, I'm gay."

Her face changed to understanding.

"Oh. I see." She smoothed her skirt absently. "Alright, where is...he then? I'm sure he is up to the standards of this family."

Katrina looked at her feet and Draco wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders, "Harry has been dead for six years."

Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "Harry Potter?" she inquired.

He gave her a warning look as he pulled his daughter into a protective hug, "Yes. We bonded to produce children and he died saving them. We'd rather not talk about it."

The older woman nodded. "I am terribly sorry for your loss." Katrina believed her almost immediately. "Draco, sweetie, you said 'children'... there are more?"

As if on cue, Wesley stepped out of his room. She took a sharp intake of breath; Wesley had that effect on people sometimes. He looked so much like Harry Potter until they got a good look at his eyes. Wesley frowned at everyone. "What's going on?" Draco let Katrina go.

"Wes, this is your grandmother from my side. Narcissa. Mother, this is my son Wesley." She hugged him tightly and he coughed. Katrina hid back her laughter.

Narcissa eyed him again with mild approval. "Well, he certainly has Harry Potter's features. The eyes however..."

As the three of them talked, Katrina disappeared back to her parents room. She sat down and tugged a soft blanket onto her lap, lying down. The scent of her Father, Harry, reeked from it. When she was upset or scared, she would wrap herself in it and breathed in he smell. Like a security blanket.

Katrina's mind wandered to her earlier dream. She didn't know why she dreamed of her friends could help.

xxx

In the Great Hall, Heather spotted her and waved her over. "Hey, where have you been all week?" Katrina sat beside Heather.

"Been busy. I was wondering if I could ask you guys about this dream I had and what it meant."

Ana rolled her almond shaped eyes, "Oh great, another dream sequence talk..." she complained.

Johan elbowed her in the ribs, and then asked, "What happened in it?"

"I was in total darkness at first and the world was kind of spinning. Then it was bright and I was standing in a place that looked like Hogwarts only it was completely empty. All of a sudden, a voice says," Katrina deepened her voice to a growl, "Beware of the unexpected. It was set when your father died."

Her friends only looked puzzled. Heather shrugged. "Maybe your dream was telling you that you feel lonely and miss your Dad."

"But I already knew that."

She shrugged again and Ana shook her head, "Got me. Maybe you ate something funky last night." Katrina raised her eyebrows and the red-headed girl blurted, "It's true, I had this really weird dream once after eating three month leftover Yorkshire pudding only I didn't know it at first until morning rolled around-"

Johan glowered, snapping, "Spare us the details."

"Also, my grandmother came visiting today."

Everyone took that moment to stare.

"A Malfoy?" Johan murmured.

"She seemed alright with the fact that her only son was gay and had children with his ex-worst-enemy." Ana snickered.

Katrina smiled, feeling a whole lot better around her friends.

Around dinnertime, she headed upstairs where her grandmother dined with her family.

They sat at a large white-clothed table; as they tucked in, Narcissa asked directly to Katrina, "What House are you in?"

She answered automatically, "Slytherin." Narcissa grinned.

"Wonderful, you're taking after your dear Daddy."

Katrina wanted to make a remark but a silent look from Dray kept her from saying it.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen. Wes is ten."

"Do you know what career you want take once you are out of school?"

Katrina said casually, "I want to be an Auror to avenge my father's death and all. Maybe finally kill Voldemort one day." Narcissa flinched slightly at the name.

"What is your problem Katrina?" Wesley accused. Draco sighed; this is not the conversation he wanted at the dinner table.

"So, my Grandfather is a Deatheater," Katrina grinned fiercely, "Care to have an explanation for that? Or why he wanted to rape me when I was five?"

Draco got up from the table, fiery burning in his eyes.

"Enough, young lady! Apologize to your Grandmother for your sour attitude and march straight to your room!"

Katrina stood up straight and tall as a soldier, saying with clenched teeth, "Never." She left with Draco yelling at her back and slammed her bedroom door closed.

She hated them. Hated her grandmother for being so thick. Hated Wesley for defending the woman. Hated Dray for being related to her. Hated him for not crying at her Father's funeral. Hated her Father for leaving her when he promised he wouldn't. Hated herself for being a baby. Hated herself for being so distant. Hated life for being so horrible. She burst into heart-retching sobs and fell asleep.