A.N. Yes I know I don't own Harry Potter, or most of the characters. I'm
really just starting a new series, some time in the future. Its' pretty
dark, but some people have to learn that evil can't always be killed, and
one way or another comes back around. No one knows if Katrina's parents are
dead or not. ( 'cept me, bwahahahaha, ) anyways I got the idea of "stolen
children" from the Argentina history. ( Gave me nightmares for a month).
Diagon Alley has expanded, and has more restaurants and hotels. Same with
Knockturn Alley! I didn't put it down because I fell asleep at the
computer, but that real reason Katrina's on the lam is because Ginny
informed her of being a stolen child, and the ones' who tried to steal her
were former death eaters. In this time death eaters were trying to steal
any child with an immensely, powerful magic skill. They know she has the
medallion, and the public knows they will pay a lot of money for her, but
they think it's just because she's Harry's daughter. The Ministry is not
happy with the Potters', because the medallion is something Harry stole
from The Department of Mysteries, and was the only one that could use it.
They want it back, but they still don't know what it does, and he never
told anyone what happened with it......
Katrina woke with a start the next morning.
Her window was still open, the morning sky was gray, and the cold mist was seeping in.
To say the least it was enough to wake her up. Pushing aside her blanket and sheets, Katrina walked to her bag and changed into her traveling outfit. It consisted of black, jean shorts, gold sneakers with black laces, black, knee-highs decorated with gold snitches, a crimson and gold, peasant blouse, a gold, velvet robe, and a supple, traveling cloak made of shining, short-hair rabbit fur. The hood and front was held together with scarlet thread and the clasp was an opal and silver brooch, shaped like a sparrow. She looked in the mirror, smiling the way the cloak's jet-black fur reflected the sunlight, and pulled her hair into a plait.
Walking down the stairs, Katrina thought she heard her name being spoken among the group of people in the bar. She tucked the medallion (..where she was reduced to sleeping with it on at night...) behind her blouse and slid the hood of her cloak on, as she walked out into Diagon Alley. Where the wall once was, there were two piles of rubble, and some collapsing brickwork.
"Spoils of war." She thought grimly as she pushed her way through Diagion Alley.
Most of the stores were not open yet, but the street was already packed with people doing last minute school shopping. Katrina settled against the wall and allowed herself to relax as she breathed in the icy, morning air. She pulled out her Hogwarts school list and didn't read the items, but read the prices. She rolled her eyes remembering that Ginny told her that her father left his bank key with the Draco Malfoy, who in a very small way, redeemed himself.
Katrina didn't believe this for a minute, and asking him for it was the last thing she wanted to do. He and his wife ran a hotel and some sort of a wizard spa * Katrina snickered at this thought* in Knockturn Alley, and weren't the type to strike a bargain with.
"No point avoiding the unenviable." She murmured placing the list in her cloak pocket.
She walked down the road toward Knockturn Alley, and as she cut into the alleyway she heard a crunch under her shoes, and saw some dark blue fragments of a dragon's shell scattered all over the road. She turned as a horrifying shriek filled the street and ran down the road, her hood falling back, and her plait coming loose tumbled over her face. Katrina skid to a halt when she came to a corner where a group of people were laughing and pointing.
She pushed though to see a group of cruel looking children were tormenting a newborn dragon by tying ropes to his legs, wing tips, tail, and head. He was being yanked left and right whenever he tried to bite the children's hands, and screamed in frustration.
He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was about the size of a beagle and his wings were as long as her arms, from tip to tip. His body lizard-like, but cat-like and muscular around the thighs and joints. His head was egg-shaped and as large as a tabby cat's, the snout seemed to be carved in perfectly along the head. All four legs had four toes, and talon-like claws that were a razor black. His tail was almost as long as his body, it was as thick as a wand, and coiled and cracked against the air like a whip. From forehead to down his tail were studded with garnets and flashed in the light. What capture her attention the most was the color of his smooth, glassy hide. It was glittering amber, a glowing autumn chestnut, a soft shade of gold, and a warm hint of emerald green. All in all he looked like the most precious gem the world could never hope to own, but when they locked eyes Katrina gasp.
*There're just like mine* she thought and strangely he nodded knowingly.
The only difference was his pupils were slited like a cats, but the pigment of the iris was still the same.
***"Katrina help!"*****
Katrina gasped and then without even thinking ran towards the dragon, scooped him up, and rushed from the crowd. She could barely hear the roars of outrage of the crowd over the wind that seemed to rush around her. She stopped and hid behind some barrels the check the dragon.
"Was that you that screamed in my head?" she whispered to him.
"Yes." He replied in a rich, low voice "I knew you could hear me Katrina. And you know for someone who's on the run you draw too much attention to yourself!"
"How do you know so much about me, when I don't know anything about you?" she grouched, not in the mood for jokes. He cocked his head to one side and gave her a toothy grin. She noticed his teeth were razor-sharp and a glossy black.
"I'm telepathic and know one's aura. If you follow me." He replied "You saved me when I called. So I'm now in your service Katrina, and will help you along your way."
Katrina smiled as she pulled the ropes off him, his wings still damaged, and stood up, "I appreciate your offer, but I don't even know your name."
The dragon climbed up her back and curled around her shoulders, with his tail wrapped around her waist. "What do you want it to be?" he said resting his head on hers, as she strolled down the alley, slightly awkward to keep him balanced on her shoulders.
"How about 'Tarot'?"
"Very original, Katrina."
"Do shut up!"
* * * * *
* * *
Making sure the crowd was gone; Katrina rushed up to a large building that was decorated in a Japanese style, equipped with fountains and trees. Katrina walked up to the front door, when Tarot gave her a bite on the ear.
"What?!" she said exasperated. Her hood was still down and her hair covered most of him.
"It'll be best if you went through the back. Especially with that pendent the size of your palm, flashing all over the place." He said.
Not wanting to argue she crossed to the back door and quietly pushed it open. The room was lit with a small, red lantern, and candles that bathed the room softly with light. The walls were set with tapestries and samurai swords that crossed each other on each side of the walls. The room itself was large and set with two short tables, with tea on them. Silk pillow were scattered all over the place and the curtains drawn over the windows, so it was rather dark. Katrina walked up slowly to one of the tables and was shocked to see that steam was still rising up from the cup. Tarot sat up and placed his front feet on her head, to lean over and see.
"Someone left in a hurry!" he remarked.
"Or didn't leave at all." Katrina whispered walking quickly to the inside door. As she grabbed the doorknob, she felt a cold steel blade slapped her on the wrist. Tarot jumped on the table on the other side spitting fire between his teeth, and raised his wings malevolently, warning the threat away from his friend. Katrina spun around to as her opponent raised the blade to her throat.
It was a boy dress in a Hogwarts uniform, with a Slytheran crest. He looked like he was starting his third year and was taller then her by a considerable amount. He had midnight, black hair that was cut elegantly and a strikingly handsome face. His eyes though caused her to shudder. They were dark, but a mahogany-red, that changed to a deep black, cherry-red in the light. His body was well defined and he moved with snake-like grace, and flexibility.
The blade he held at her throat was a samurai sword with a lot of fire cut in the blade, and glowed like living flame in the lamplight. The hilt was wrapped with silver, onyx, and dark emerald. On the blade, was a serpent curved in gold, with its fangs bared. The sheath was red and black leather, and was strapped to his back.
He had a rather hollow smile that looked like it didn't really belong on such a serious face and Katrina backed into the table.
"You!" he said softly advancing on her as she edged for the door. "You're the one everyone's looking for."
As fast as lighting, Katrina leaped onto the table and seized one of the swords, and at the same time the boy took a quick swipe near her face. She turned and saw two ribbons of hair, from the sides and edges of her face fall in coils on the floor. She attacked with ferocity in the sword blows and murder in her eyes. The boy's expression turned from smugness to shock as it took all his ability to block her attack.
"Oh, you really pissed her off!" Tarot remarked from the roof he climbed up, "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."
Katrina jumped from the table and whirled the blade around her head. The boy thrust his towards her waist, which she blocked and stepped back as he swung back at her. Keeping the blade above her head to add momentum she found it difficult holding the blade, for it was heavy and felt uncomfortable in her hands.
"You have rage. I can see pain in you eyes." He said eyes boring into hers, "Good, you need it in a fight."
"I'm not feeling up for a conversation when I'm the one whose fringe has been hacked to the jaw line." Katrina spat.
The boy grinned knowingly as he ducked under her second attack "What are you so mad at. And don't lie, for I already know."
Katrina didn't just feel rage at him, but every inch of stress and agony she felt when she started running and kept bottled up came out in her attacks. Her pain grew so high she no longer saw the boy, but the hidden faces of her captors and all sound seemed to fade, as if underwater.
***** ...Screaming...pleading...cold..young scarlet eyes....fear.. loneliness..ripped.. stolen.. stolen...stolen...thieves.........*****
"Thief!!!!" she screamed a red haze over her eyes. She lunged, forgetting where she was and who she was facing.
The boy spun like he was expecting this and his blade slammed against hers, shearing her blade in half. His foot caught hers and she fell hard on the tile. Katrina looked up and gaped when she saw his eyes turned scarlet, and the pupils were in slits like a snakes.
"Maybe you're mad, because you have spent your whole life with those memories and the same mind-numbing question comes up." He said pacing in front of her, his voice strangely understanding, ""Is today the day they'll find me? Wondering, why me? Is it my fault they killed her? Did I kill her?"" Katrina's faced paled and sensing grief, Tarot jumped on her lap to try and comfort her.
"That's not true." She whispered, her eyes dilated.
"It feels true, doesn't it though?" He said. "I was there Sweet Sister Katrina. I also know that we're all on target for corruption. You have something they all want." With the tip of his sword he lifted the medallion from its chain. "They're at your heals, love and sooner or later you're going to have to face that your in this position for a reason. Since the moment you were born, screaming like a brassed off warrior and waving your fist, you knew what happened and you still do. You have a lot more power in you that anyone can ever hope to comprehend." He kneeled down to her and cupped her chin in his hand. She saw he had the same pain behind the calm demeanor and his eyes weren't cold, but understanding. He pulled her to her feet and Tarot slid to the floor.
"That's no trinket. That thing around you're neck." He said sternly.
"Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously "You're the heir of Slytheran, Aren't you?"
"I'm Zulman Riddle." He replied sheathing his blade. Katrina stood with her elbow length hair cut at the sides of cheeks, to her chin, and with Tarot wrapped around her shoulders.
"Do you want to stop them?" Zulman continued
"Yes." She hissed, the flames returned to her eyes.
He nodded and a proud look came upon him.
"So do I!"
A/N: updating as soon as I can. Thanks for those who reviewed and if you want updates review, review people. heheheh
Hazelstarr(
Katrina woke with a start the next morning.
Her window was still open, the morning sky was gray, and the cold mist was seeping in.
To say the least it was enough to wake her up. Pushing aside her blanket and sheets, Katrina walked to her bag and changed into her traveling outfit. It consisted of black, jean shorts, gold sneakers with black laces, black, knee-highs decorated with gold snitches, a crimson and gold, peasant blouse, a gold, velvet robe, and a supple, traveling cloak made of shining, short-hair rabbit fur. The hood and front was held together with scarlet thread and the clasp was an opal and silver brooch, shaped like a sparrow. She looked in the mirror, smiling the way the cloak's jet-black fur reflected the sunlight, and pulled her hair into a plait.
Walking down the stairs, Katrina thought she heard her name being spoken among the group of people in the bar. She tucked the medallion (..where she was reduced to sleeping with it on at night...) behind her blouse and slid the hood of her cloak on, as she walked out into Diagon Alley. Where the wall once was, there were two piles of rubble, and some collapsing brickwork.
"Spoils of war." She thought grimly as she pushed her way through Diagion Alley.
Most of the stores were not open yet, but the street was already packed with people doing last minute school shopping. Katrina settled against the wall and allowed herself to relax as she breathed in the icy, morning air. She pulled out her Hogwarts school list and didn't read the items, but read the prices. She rolled her eyes remembering that Ginny told her that her father left his bank key with the Draco Malfoy, who in a very small way, redeemed himself.
Katrina didn't believe this for a minute, and asking him for it was the last thing she wanted to do. He and his wife ran a hotel and some sort of a wizard spa * Katrina snickered at this thought* in Knockturn Alley, and weren't the type to strike a bargain with.
"No point avoiding the unenviable." She murmured placing the list in her cloak pocket.
She walked down the road toward Knockturn Alley, and as she cut into the alleyway she heard a crunch under her shoes, and saw some dark blue fragments of a dragon's shell scattered all over the road. She turned as a horrifying shriek filled the street and ran down the road, her hood falling back, and her plait coming loose tumbled over her face. Katrina skid to a halt when she came to a corner where a group of people were laughing and pointing.
She pushed though to see a group of cruel looking children were tormenting a newborn dragon by tying ropes to his legs, wing tips, tail, and head. He was being yanked left and right whenever he tried to bite the children's hands, and screamed in frustration.
He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He was about the size of a beagle and his wings were as long as her arms, from tip to tip. His body lizard-like, but cat-like and muscular around the thighs and joints. His head was egg-shaped and as large as a tabby cat's, the snout seemed to be carved in perfectly along the head. All four legs had four toes, and talon-like claws that were a razor black. His tail was almost as long as his body, it was as thick as a wand, and coiled and cracked against the air like a whip. From forehead to down his tail were studded with garnets and flashed in the light. What capture her attention the most was the color of his smooth, glassy hide. It was glittering amber, a glowing autumn chestnut, a soft shade of gold, and a warm hint of emerald green. All in all he looked like the most precious gem the world could never hope to own, but when they locked eyes Katrina gasp.
*There're just like mine* she thought and strangely he nodded knowingly.
The only difference was his pupils were slited like a cats, but the pigment of the iris was still the same.
***"Katrina help!"*****
Katrina gasped and then without even thinking ran towards the dragon, scooped him up, and rushed from the crowd. She could barely hear the roars of outrage of the crowd over the wind that seemed to rush around her. She stopped and hid behind some barrels the check the dragon.
"Was that you that screamed in my head?" she whispered to him.
"Yes." He replied in a rich, low voice "I knew you could hear me Katrina. And you know for someone who's on the run you draw too much attention to yourself!"
"How do you know so much about me, when I don't know anything about you?" she grouched, not in the mood for jokes. He cocked his head to one side and gave her a toothy grin. She noticed his teeth were razor-sharp and a glossy black.
"I'm telepathic and know one's aura. If you follow me." He replied "You saved me when I called. So I'm now in your service Katrina, and will help you along your way."
Katrina smiled as she pulled the ropes off him, his wings still damaged, and stood up, "I appreciate your offer, but I don't even know your name."
The dragon climbed up her back and curled around her shoulders, with his tail wrapped around her waist. "What do you want it to be?" he said resting his head on hers, as she strolled down the alley, slightly awkward to keep him balanced on her shoulders.
"How about 'Tarot'?"
"Very original, Katrina."
"Do shut up!"
* * * * *
* * *
Making sure the crowd was gone; Katrina rushed up to a large building that was decorated in a Japanese style, equipped with fountains and trees. Katrina walked up to the front door, when Tarot gave her a bite on the ear.
"What?!" she said exasperated. Her hood was still down and her hair covered most of him.
"It'll be best if you went through the back. Especially with that pendent the size of your palm, flashing all over the place." He said.
Not wanting to argue she crossed to the back door and quietly pushed it open. The room was lit with a small, red lantern, and candles that bathed the room softly with light. The walls were set with tapestries and samurai swords that crossed each other on each side of the walls. The room itself was large and set with two short tables, with tea on them. Silk pillow were scattered all over the place and the curtains drawn over the windows, so it was rather dark. Katrina walked up slowly to one of the tables and was shocked to see that steam was still rising up from the cup. Tarot sat up and placed his front feet on her head, to lean over and see.
"Someone left in a hurry!" he remarked.
"Or didn't leave at all." Katrina whispered walking quickly to the inside door. As she grabbed the doorknob, she felt a cold steel blade slapped her on the wrist. Tarot jumped on the table on the other side spitting fire between his teeth, and raised his wings malevolently, warning the threat away from his friend. Katrina spun around to as her opponent raised the blade to her throat.
It was a boy dress in a Hogwarts uniform, with a Slytheran crest. He looked like he was starting his third year and was taller then her by a considerable amount. He had midnight, black hair that was cut elegantly and a strikingly handsome face. His eyes though caused her to shudder. They were dark, but a mahogany-red, that changed to a deep black, cherry-red in the light. His body was well defined and he moved with snake-like grace, and flexibility.
The blade he held at her throat was a samurai sword with a lot of fire cut in the blade, and glowed like living flame in the lamplight. The hilt was wrapped with silver, onyx, and dark emerald. On the blade, was a serpent curved in gold, with its fangs bared. The sheath was red and black leather, and was strapped to his back.
He had a rather hollow smile that looked like it didn't really belong on such a serious face and Katrina backed into the table.
"You!" he said softly advancing on her as she edged for the door. "You're the one everyone's looking for."
As fast as lighting, Katrina leaped onto the table and seized one of the swords, and at the same time the boy took a quick swipe near her face. She turned and saw two ribbons of hair, from the sides and edges of her face fall in coils on the floor. She attacked with ferocity in the sword blows and murder in her eyes. The boy's expression turned from smugness to shock as it took all his ability to block her attack.
"Oh, you really pissed her off!" Tarot remarked from the roof he climbed up, "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."
Katrina jumped from the table and whirled the blade around her head. The boy thrust his towards her waist, which she blocked and stepped back as he swung back at her. Keeping the blade above her head to add momentum she found it difficult holding the blade, for it was heavy and felt uncomfortable in her hands.
"You have rage. I can see pain in you eyes." He said eyes boring into hers, "Good, you need it in a fight."
"I'm not feeling up for a conversation when I'm the one whose fringe has been hacked to the jaw line." Katrina spat.
The boy grinned knowingly as he ducked under her second attack "What are you so mad at. And don't lie, for I already know."
Katrina didn't just feel rage at him, but every inch of stress and agony she felt when she started running and kept bottled up came out in her attacks. Her pain grew so high she no longer saw the boy, but the hidden faces of her captors and all sound seemed to fade, as if underwater.
***** ...Screaming...pleading...cold..young scarlet eyes....fear.. loneliness..ripped.. stolen.. stolen...stolen...thieves.........*****
"Thief!!!!" she screamed a red haze over her eyes. She lunged, forgetting where she was and who she was facing.
The boy spun like he was expecting this and his blade slammed against hers, shearing her blade in half. His foot caught hers and she fell hard on the tile. Katrina looked up and gaped when she saw his eyes turned scarlet, and the pupils were in slits like a snakes.
"Maybe you're mad, because you have spent your whole life with those memories and the same mind-numbing question comes up." He said pacing in front of her, his voice strangely understanding, ""Is today the day they'll find me? Wondering, why me? Is it my fault they killed her? Did I kill her?"" Katrina's faced paled and sensing grief, Tarot jumped on her lap to try and comfort her.
"That's not true." She whispered, her eyes dilated.
"It feels true, doesn't it though?" He said. "I was there Sweet Sister Katrina. I also know that we're all on target for corruption. You have something they all want." With the tip of his sword he lifted the medallion from its chain. "They're at your heals, love and sooner or later you're going to have to face that your in this position for a reason. Since the moment you were born, screaming like a brassed off warrior and waving your fist, you knew what happened and you still do. You have a lot more power in you that anyone can ever hope to comprehend." He kneeled down to her and cupped her chin in his hand. She saw he had the same pain behind the calm demeanor and his eyes weren't cold, but understanding. He pulled her to her feet and Tarot slid to the floor.
"That's no trinket. That thing around you're neck." He said sternly.
"Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously "You're the heir of Slytheran, Aren't you?"
"I'm Zulman Riddle." He replied sheathing his blade. Katrina stood with her elbow length hair cut at the sides of cheeks, to her chin, and with Tarot wrapped around her shoulders.
"Do you want to stop them?" Zulman continued
"Yes." She hissed, the flames returned to her eyes.
He nodded and a proud look came upon him.
"So do I!"
A/N: updating as soon as I can. Thanks for those who reviewed and if you want updates review, review people. heheheh
Hazelstarr(