Now was the time to stop looking into the past and start concentrating on the present and future.

Katrina Potter went into her room, intending on placing her Pensive away forever. It had brought too much sorrow in her life when she should have been moving on. She gently took it up into her hands and placed it in her closet. Just as she was closing the door, the Pensive began glowing. Temptation was driving her mad but she was stronger then that. Katrina slammed the closet doors shut, locking them up tightly. Satisfied, she turned away and heard a creak of a door.

The closet doors were wide open. Wisps of glow billowed over that damned Pensive. She stomped to her bedroom door and yanked on it. It wouldn't open. She rattled the doorknob and turned back around as a chilling breeze blew through the room. The Pensive was no longer in the closet but sitting in the middle of her bedroom.

Enormously unnerved, she shouted, "Whoever is doing this, you can stop trying to frighten me!"

Katrina marched straight over her to the Pensive and tripped, or rather, something had tripped her. She landed headfirst onto a stony hard ground. Katrina looked around and saw that she was no longer in her bedroom. A memory of Hogwarts. She was laying right on the stairs of the first floor.

Groups of students filed nearby and someone said cautiously, "Are you alright?"

Bright green met bright green.

The young memory of Harry Potter stared at her, reaching a hand out, "Are you okay? That was one nasty fall you took."

She wasn't sure if it was okay to respond him.

This had never happened to her before. Normally, the memories couldn't be affected by her present. They couldn't see her.

She tried to force herself to lift out of the Pensive but couldn't. She was stuck.

Panic set in her mind and Katrina calmed herself down to try thinking clearly.

After a moment, a younger Ron and Hermione met back with them.

"We saw what happened. Are you alright?"

Katrina answered softly, "Yeah. I'm klutzy." She took her father's hand. His skin felt warm and familiar.

He pulled her up and extended a greeting, "I'm Harry Potter. These are my best friends, um, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger."

She shook their hands and Ron asked bluntly, "What year are you in?"

"Sixth."

"What House?"

She twisted her hands nervously, "Slytherin."

Ron's face scrunched up in disgust. Hermione slapped his arm and Harry didn't seem the least bit fazed. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention. His eyes wandered behind her into the distance. Katrina turned her head around and saw a glit of white blonde. Sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy walking down the hall in the usual grace.

He passed the group without acknowledgement and Harry continued looking at him with a mixture of longing and emotionless feeling.

Katrina said quietly, resisting a smile, "He is very handsome, isn't he?" He looked at her in slight shock and she smiled at him sweetly.

"You know him?"

Katrina lied quickly, "I'm his cousin. Well, I'm his half cousin removed by my Aunt Fredi..ana who was removed by her cousin Gory. Very complicated."

His eyebrows raised and she cleared her throat uncomfortably.

"Why, do you know him?"

He shrugged, "Sort of."

"You like him, don't ya?"

Harry shrugged again, this time some of a deep blush crawled up to his cheeks.

She pursed her lips, stating, "Draco is really a nice guy when you get to know him. Behind the cold exterior, she is very sweet and thoughtful. Loyal even."

His green eyes glittered with amusement as he chuckled at her, "Really? I can't believe that."

"Oh, it's true. You should... ask him out some time."

Harry asked suspiciously, "Why are you so interested in setting us up?"

Katrina grinned, "Oh...it was just something my cousin said once..." He suddenly looked intrigued.

"What did he say?" She bared another grin.

"Why are you so interested to know what he said?"

Harry took her arm and dragged her somewhere in private. He looked around once before saying, "Don't tell anyone. Believe it or not...I think I'm...attracted to him."

"That's not hard to believe. He mentioned your name and expressed how you had filled out over the summer...if you get what I mean."

More red played on his face.

"D-Did he really say that?"

Katrina tilted her head. "Go ask him yourself. He is developing a thing for you. I'd help it along as much as I could." She left him in the stairwell, hoping that what she did would make a difference before bumping into crowd of people and mumbling, "Sorry."

Just as Katrina was making her way back to the stairs, a figure appeared behind her and took her shoulder, pulling her up and out of the Pensive.

Katrina landed on her bottom as her Pensive went quiet. She saw Professor Dumbledore standing in front of her. Katrina opened her mouth, "S-Sir."

He looked upon her with half moon spectagles, "Miss Potter. I see that you have been in possession of my Pensive."

"Y-Yours?"

Dumbledore walked over to it. "Yes, I had given to Harry Potter who had given to you. I understand that it had been bringing you some memories that were...too painful."

Katrina nodded meekly.

"I-I wanted to get rid of it."

The old man looked back at her, "Look into the Pensive."

She hesitated a moment before getting up onto her feet and peering into the basin. The scene was of her Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy holding hands. Katrina turned to the Headmaster, "What about it?"

"You made contact with the memories in the Pensive. You have changed the fate of the people that came in contact with you."

She nodded. "Okay. I understand my Dad, Ron, Dray, and Hermione. What about the others? Susan, Dean, Lavender, and everyone?" Dumbledore tapped his wand on the basin and showed her bumping into the crowd of students. All the people she had named in it. "I did this?"

"I think you may have."

Katrina licked her lips. "This is a lot to take in." He smiled at her.

"Would you like me to take the Pensive?"

She shook her head, "No, I think I'll keep it." Dumbledore had a strange glint in his eyes.

"Your Father choose the same decision."

"Are you telling me, that my Dad did the same thing?"

The Headmaster said with a wink, "I didn't say anything. Keep yourself out of trouble."

He left her bedroom and she beamed, "Yes, sir."