A/N; I do not own Harry Potter (..or can ever hope to..) nor do I own
any of the characters from her books. But I do own Katrina.
It was around 11:45 in the London underground when the first train ran through; people waiting stood up from their seats around the station and took a step back as the train cars rushed by, light and their reflections flashed and, shone off the cars for a second before it disappeared again. When the train stopped people ran in and out not really noticing or caring who else got on with them.
"Get on... Out of my way..." A rather large man shoved his way to the seats dragging his two daughters, who's figure looked like they had never heard of the word *salad* before . The mans elderly parents and wife, who was carrying armfuls of expensive clothes from shopping, followed closely behind, each ignoring the protests of the other passengers who were getting hit on the head by her bags. Then the man led them with relief to two sets of seats near the back of the train car.
"Well.." He said remarked as the group slumped down gratefully. "It's not what I planned for the night but its better then walking home isn't it?" The group was too disgusted to answer and his father aimed a nasty look at the sleeping form of a child in the seat across from then.
They were unable to see who she was, for she wore a large, hooded sweatshirt, a long black skirt that covered her feet, and large, black sandals. She was fast asleep on a mildly packed backpack and gave a rather shabby around to her.
She was small and thin, she had thick, blood red hair that blended in with the jet black tinge, and ran a deep chestnut, red mahogany near the roots. It ran in thick veils over her face and moved like wine when she breathed. Her face consisted of round, but high cheek bones, an aristocratic nose who nostrils flared in her sleep. She had delicate looking hands that clenched and unclenched in anger in her sleep. Her chin set a determined sight that warned that she was not to be reckoned with. Another thing that really bothered them was she slept with one eye open and it was a disturbing sight. They were ridicule large and almond shaped, but the pigment of them was the most intriguing was an emerald green that was in shades forest green, and a reptile yellow around the iris. One of the daughters tore her eyes from her open eye, wondering if it'll turn black and fall out, and then saw a gold chain that ran from her throat, into her sweatshirt. She nudged her grandparents and reached over and started to tug the long chain from behind the girl's sweatshirt. Strangely the girl was deep in her dream to notice.
*.......Katrina felt herself being lifted into the cold and swung her small fist, and wailed in displeasure! She looked to see the shadow forms of the murderers that had welcomed her to the world. Her mother's eyes were wide with grief and painfully begging. In her small newborn mind a memory was branded in her forever and as far back as she could remember.
"...Please .please don't take her.she's too young .she's no threat.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU .I love you Katrina .you are my daughter .you are Katrina Lily Potter.please don't forget who you ar......."
.....She was in a basket that bounced up and down while the group gloated over her. She felt torn, like she lost someone precious. The group ran through the woods and halted when they heard a howl of agony and rage. Her basket was dropped and she screamed in fear when dark figure rushed to the group roaring curses and swinging a blade among them. Light flashed as the curses hit there mark. She faintly remembered green eyes that changed from seeing red to, warm love and relief....
.......a scarlet and golden bird the size of a swan gripped the hood of basket in its talons, and flew with her over the seas, forests, and towns till she was in Diagon Ally.....
.......in her hands was a chain and pendent the shape of a shield, made of solid gold. Set in the middle was a moonstone cut full of fire, ice, deep glints like roses in the middle, and it seemed like there was a type of wind that swirled in the middle for the moment, and then was gone. Under the stone, on the pendent, there was a serpent elegantly carved with emeralds set in the eyes and down the diamond shaped hide on its back. To one side was a carved raven with sapphires set in the eyes and in the wing that spread upward as if landing. To the other was a badger that was reared up looking loyal, but protective, set in its' eyes and forming its' pads. On the top was the carving of a winged lioness, its' wings raised and covering the curves of the shield. Its' fangs bared and rubies studded the feathers of the wings, they also studded the claws and eyes. On the back was a thin plate of white gold welted on, with a Celtic sun made of tiger eyes set in........*
Katrina woke with a start with she realized someone was handling the medallion while it was still around her neck.
"Whatever your doing stop it!" she spat grabbing the girls hands that were admiring the pendent.
The whole family jumped, but the elderly father, who gazed at her like her knew her from somewhere.
"How does a homeless child like you come upon a wealthy thing like that?" He asked "....and where are you headed?"
Katrina really didn't like his rudeness and the fact it was none of his business, but a part of her felt he needed to know.
"It was my fathers', he gave it to my godmother Ginny to hold on to for me, and now its mine." She said frankly and continued "She just watches me. We both live in Diagon Alley, but a little further from town then most people. I'm running late because she left for some gathering or whatnot, I'm spending the summer at hotel there ran by a friend." She felt this was enough information, but all but him had fallen asleep, and he seemed to be remembering something, and question her again.
"Diagon Alley", Are you a part of that world?" he said using the word below a whisper.
It caught her off guard that a muggle knew about the wizarding world, and just stared at him, but he continued as if she already answered him. He spoke in a soft voice as if he didn't want to have his family overhear him.
"I once had a nephew who was one of those kind. He got sent off to some freak school and every time he came back one thing or another would happen." He stared at her suspiciously, "His Aunt Marge floating on the roof, exploding pudding and wine glasses, de-me-ters attacking Dudley, Death eaters, Voldy- something, and at the end of his years there some riot happened and he didn't return..... You know you look a bit like him, what's' your name?"
"What happened you know.." She said ignoring his last comment "Was a battle, not a riot. The school was attacked and he alone managed to stop it and put an end to the dark lord, once and for all." She swelled with pride. "He was hurt and in a coma for six months. When he woke he left and started his own family."
The man stared at her "You speak as if you know him. How did he defeat his enemy?" The train slowed and he woke his family as the passengers started to get off, his granddaughters grumping as they gathered their stuff. Katrina grabbed her bag and got off with them, continuing her story.
"No one knows how he did, but it took a lot out of him, they know that." The family looked like they were getting uncomfortable with the discussion, though the elderly women asked "You knew Harry?"
The young man visibly flinched at the name but the old women looked a little depressed.
"He was my father." They were thunderstruck, which increased when they reached the street she pulled off the hood of her sweatshirt, and the shirt turned into a long, silk cloak of deep violet. Where her normal shirt was, was replaced with a sleeveless, velvet shirt that was a glowing black. Her skirt was now black silk, just below the knees. She now had glossy black shoes and purple knee- high socks. Altogether the moonlight shone down her blood red-mahogany hair, which made it look almost like artic oil, it glittered and flashed off the glowing stone between her breasts. Her silk cloak shimmered in waves and moved like water, her face and skin was tanned a golden, bronze, and she looked almost as if she would jump from the nearest building and fly to the ocean. Katrina watched them as they held there breathe as if they thought she would attack them, and grinned.
"Mister Dursley, breathe" she said and walked to a door that just appeared out nowhere. "Here my stop, have a nice summer."
With that she went through and the door disappeared from the street corner.
Mr. Dursley shook himself out of his shock and turned to the family.
"Em.er.a.Sara, do you want help with those bags?"
* * * * * *
Katrina looked out her window, in a room above The Leaky Caldron. In her bag she had seven days worth of clothes, her books, a bag of her lunch, several firecrackers, a letter from Hogwarts for her first year, photo albums, and for some strange reason, a mouse.
Her friends put an enlarging spell on her bag and another spell on her clothes. She looked over the sleeping town wondering what the next day would bring. She fell into bed still dressed and prayed the dreams wouldn't come back, and thought of her room back at Ginny's house. Absentmindedly she held the medallion tighter, and fell asleep.
That night she dreamt of dragon wings and scarlet, snakelike eyes.
It was around 11:45 in the London underground when the first train ran through; people waiting stood up from their seats around the station and took a step back as the train cars rushed by, light and their reflections flashed and, shone off the cars for a second before it disappeared again. When the train stopped people ran in and out not really noticing or caring who else got on with them.
"Get on... Out of my way..." A rather large man shoved his way to the seats dragging his two daughters, who's figure looked like they had never heard of the word *salad* before . The mans elderly parents and wife, who was carrying armfuls of expensive clothes from shopping, followed closely behind, each ignoring the protests of the other passengers who were getting hit on the head by her bags. Then the man led them with relief to two sets of seats near the back of the train car.
"Well.." He said remarked as the group slumped down gratefully. "It's not what I planned for the night but its better then walking home isn't it?" The group was too disgusted to answer and his father aimed a nasty look at the sleeping form of a child in the seat across from then.
They were unable to see who she was, for she wore a large, hooded sweatshirt, a long black skirt that covered her feet, and large, black sandals. She was fast asleep on a mildly packed backpack and gave a rather shabby around to her.
She was small and thin, she had thick, blood red hair that blended in with the jet black tinge, and ran a deep chestnut, red mahogany near the roots. It ran in thick veils over her face and moved like wine when she breathed. Her face consisted of round, but high cheek bones, an aristocratic nose who nostrils flared in her sleep. She had delicate looking hands that clenched and unclenched in anger in her sleep. Her chin set a determined sight that warned that she was not to be reckoned with. Another thing that really bothered them was she slept with one eye open and it was a disturbing sight. They were ridicule large and almond shaped, but the pigment of them was the most intriguing was an emerald green that was in shades forest green, and a reptile yellow around the iris. One of the daughters tore her eyes from her open eye, wondering if it'll turn black and fall out, and then saw a gold chain that ran from her throat, into her sweatshirt. She nudged her grandparents and reached over and started to tug the long chain from behind the girl's sweatshirt. Strangely the girl was deep in her dream to notice.
*.......Katrina felt herself being lifted into the cold and swung her small fist, and wailed in displeasure! She looked to see the shadow forms of the murderers that had welcomed her to the world. Her mother's eyes were wide with grief and painfully begging. In her small newborn mind a memory was branded in her forever and as far back as she could remember.
"...Please .please don't take her.she's too young .she's no threat.I LOVE YOU.I LOVE YOU .I love you Katrina .you are my daughter .you are Katrina Lily Potter.please don't forget who you ar......."
.....She was in a basket that bounced up and down while the group gloated over her. She felt torn, like she lost someone precious. The group ran through the woods and halted when they heard a howl of agony and rage. Her basket was dropped and she screamed in fear when dark figure rushed to the group roaring curses and swinging a blade among them. Light flashed as the curses hit there mark. She faintly remembered green eyes that changed from seeing red to, warm love and relief....
.......a scarlet and golden bird the size of a swan gripped the hood of basket in its talons, and flew with her over the seas, forests, and towns till she was in Diagon Ally.....
.......in her hands was a chain and pendent the shape of a shield, made of solid gold. Set in the middle was a moonstone cut full of fire, ice, deep glints like roses in the middle, and it seemed like there was a type of wind that swirled in the middle for the moment, and then was gone. Under the stone, on the pendent, there was a serpent elegantly carved with emeralds set in the eyes and down the diamond shaped hide on its back. To one side was a carved raven with sapphires set in the eyes and in the wing that spread upward as if landing. To the other was a badger that was reared up looking loyal, but protective, set in its' eyes and forming its' pads. On the top was the carving of a winged lioness, its' wings raised and covering the curves of the shield. Its' fangs bared and rubies studded the feathers of the wings, they also studded the claws and eyes. On the back was a thin plate of white gold welted on, with a Celtic sun made of tiger eyes set in........*
Katrina woke with a start with she realized someone was handling the medallion while it was still around her neck.
"Whatever your doing stop it!" she spat grabbing the girls hands that were admiring the pendent.
The whole family jumped, but the elderly father, who gazed at her like her knew her from somewhere.
"How does a homeless child like you come upon a wealthy thing like that?" He asked "....and where are you headed?"
Katrina really didn't like his rudeness and the fact it was none of his business, but a part of her felt he needed to know.
"It was my fathers', he gave it to my godmother Ginny to hold on to for me, and now its mine." She said frankly and continued "She just watches me. We both live in Diagon Alley, but a little further from town then most people. I'm running late because she left for some gathering or whatnot, I'm spending the summer at hotel there ran by a friend." She felt this was enough information, but all but him had fallen asleep, and he seemed to be remembering something, and question her again.
"Diagon Alley", Are you a part of that world?" he said using the word below a whisper.
It caught her off guard that a muggle knew about the wizarding world, and just stared at him, but he continued as if she already answered him. He spoke in a soft voice as if he didn't want to have his family overhear him.
"I once had a nephew who was one of those kind. He got sent off to some freak school and every time he came back one thing or another would happen." He stared at her suspiciously, "His Aunt Marge floating on the roof, exploding pudding and wine glasses, de-me-ters attacking Dudley, Death eaters, Voldy- something, and at the end of his years there some riot happened and he didn't return..... You know you look a bit like him, what's' your name?"
"What happened you know.." She said ignoring his last comment "Was a battle, not a riot. The school was attacked and he alone managed to stop it and put an end to the dark lord, once and for all." She swelled with pride. "He was hurt and in a coma for six months. When he woke he left and started his own family."
The man stared at her "You speak as if you know him. How did he defeat his enemy?" The train slowed and he woke his family as the passengers started to get off, his granddaughters grumping as they gathered their stuff. Katrina grabbed her bag and got off with them, continuing her story.
"No one knows how he did, but it took a lot out of him, they know that." The family looked like they were getting uncomfortable with the discussion, though the elderly women asked "You knew Harry?"
The young man visibly flinched at the name but the old women looked a little depressed.
"He was my father." They were thunderstruck, which increased when they reached the street she pulled off the hood of her sweatshirt, and the shirt turned into a long, silk cloak of deep violet. Where her normal shirt was, was replaced with a sleeveless, velvet shirt that was a glowing black. Her skirt was now black silk, just below the knees. She now had glossy black shoes and purple knee- high socks. Altogether the moonlight shone down her blood red-mahogany hair, which made it look almost like artic oil, it glittered and flashed off the glowing stone between her breasts. Her silk cloak shimmered in waves and moved like water, her face and skin was tanned a golden, bronze, and she looked almost as if she would jump from the nearest building and fly to the ocean. Katrina watched them as they held there breathe as if they thought she would attack them, and grinned.
"Mister Dursley, breathe" she said and walked to a door that just appeared out nowhere. "Here my stop, have a nice summer."
With that she went through and the door disappeared from the street corner.
Mr. Dursley shook himself out of his shock and turned to the family.
"Em.er.a.Sara, do you want help with those bags?"
* * * * * *
Katrina looked out her window, in a room above The Leaky Caldron. In her bag she had seven days worth of clothes, her books, a bag of her lunch, several firecrackers, a letter from Hogwarts for her first year, photo albums, and for some strange reason, a mouse.
Her friends put an enlarging spell on her bag and another spell on her clothes. She looked over the sleeping town wondering what the next day would bring. She fell into bed still dressed and prayed the dreams wouldn't come back, and thought of her room back at Ginny's house. Absentmindedly she held the medallion tighter, and fell asleep.
That night she dreamt of dragon wings and scarlet, snakelike eyes.