A/N: hello darlings,
i did it, i went and saw a new review and updated a chapter i have been working on forever. i also have found out that i don't always review stories for updates but to help inspire the writers. i was wondering if anyone could do a drawing of Tarot for me. i could but it would really suck. if Katrina comes off as a mary-sue (whatever the hell that really means) then no she is not based of me and if she is too nice and perfect its for a reason that you will find out about. A lot of these magic names are misspelled because i haven't read the books in a long time and was rushed when finishing this chapter.
Chapter4.
The hallway was surprise, surprise made of stone and still after an hour of walking seemed to have no end to it. it seemed to be heading deeper underground. But then again it was difficult for Katrina to notice, because Zulman was rushing her, and the hallway was like a huge maze all over the blasted place.
Katrina really didn't like the looks that boy kept giving her. It was almost like he was looking at a caged leopard. Pretty and contained, but ready to leap and tear him apart at one one wrong word.
To be honest, that was rather similar to how she was feeling at the moment.
Then all of a sudden something shifted on her back and she heard a whisper, "So where are we off to?"
"Yaaahhh!" Katrina yelped turning around, "I forgot you were back there!"
Torat climbed further up her back and gave her a impatient look, then said sarcastically "So I've noticed, since I have no real part in this, will it be so unbearable for you if I just sleep through it all?"
Katrina wasn't really listening and caught only the last part of his statement, "What? Oh, yeah... sure..."
Zulman stared at her and asked a bit confused, "Have you always been able to talk in a dragons' language?"
Katrina looked up at him startled, "I can speak in a different language?"
Zulman rolled his eyes and turning his back on her called out, "No, just forget it."
He led her to a room that other then a lamp hanging from the ceiling with red glass, and several silk arm chairs, it looked rather bare.
Malfoy was sitting in one, leaning back and looking rather pissed for having to wait for them. He leaned forward and snapped his fingers and pointed to two of the chairs, plainly telling them that he wasn't going to wait much longer.
Katrina tugged the dragon from her back and sat down awkwardly, sinking in the over-stuffed seat. She put him on her lap and as he laid down, she turned to see Malfoy staring at her with narrowed eyes and his hair falling over the sides of his face.
"Where did you get the bloodied red hair? I don't recall either of you parents having red hair." He remarked.
Zulman sat in the chair closes to her and gave Malfoy a nod, "She wants to know about the night about her parents."
"Zulman, I didn't even say..."
"Not important," Malfoy stated, taking no notice to the girl, "Well child, you up for this?"
Katrina nodded, petting Tarot.
Malfoy leaned back and folded his arms, "Then lets get this over with." With that he started.
"...what the hell was going through Potter's head when he took your mother with him to that cursed place I don't know, but I unfortually had no choice but to join them, for we knew that the Death Eaters were still out and about,... and screaming for his blood." Malfoy then gave a grimace as he tried to remember something that he obviously had been trying to forget years ago. "Sadly your father never told anyone what happened when the Dark Lord disappeared, or how he did. One thing was for certain though, the Death Eater sure as hell figured it out."
Katrina scooted forward and gave the impression that she had a question she really didn't want to ask.
"Yes?" Malfoy said, a little steamed about being interrupted.
"Why wasn't anyone else helping out my parents?" she said quietly, "I mean, you and my dad never really got along and I would think any of the Griffindors would want to help."
"Like hell they would!" he sneered, "Griffindors' are so terrified of black magic they would abandon anyone who considers it. Potter went though a large change over the summer. Learning all he could of the black arts, and found that the only way he could even fight Voldamort was to fight the same way as Voldamort. It was rumoured that he even went as dark and as powerful!"
Katrina nodded "Like a Griffindor Voldamort."
Both Malfoy and Zulman look at her in surprise, they had expected fear, disgusted or even denial, but Katrina looked as if she was okay with the idea.
"I believe that we all have a darker side, and if we don't let it out it might, well... consume us." she looked a little dazed as if someone was speaking for her.
The room went silent till Zulman looked at her and then asked right out of the blue, "Katrina, do remember any of your dreams?"
Everyone gave him a "Be useful or shut up" glare, but he just raised his eyebrow a said, "It was just a question."
Malfoy then continued, "I remember Potter was so convinced that they would attack just out of a fit of revenge, so he made it his personal duty to watch over your mother day and night. It was getting so bad that he wouldn't sleep for weeks, just standing by that door, completely alert, as if expecting someone to jump him any minute.
Of course that's exactly just what they wanted, around the second month they all stood outside trying to provoke him out to make one last battle. Bella was shrieking the entire time that if they got him alive then that would bring their master back.
Potter then seemed the find this a advantage to get them away from your mother, she was already eight months in her prime then, and in no shape to defend herself, so out he went and kept taking the fight as far as possible from her. I stayed because I felt he didn't really need help with it, but your mother kept insisting that she would be safe and that Potter would need my help more then she."
Malfoy gave small smile " Always thinking about everyone else's' safety your mother, I finally gave in, but when I arrived on the sense your father already seemed to be noticing something wrong. Only half of the Death Eaters of before were there and it seemed that they were mostly just trying to keep him from leaving, then actually attempting anything. Needless to say I found myself shell shocked and unable to find a reasonable explanation for this, but at one point Potter seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice and called out to them.
"Is it just me, or are you all really not into this tonight?"
The response was not one I think either of us expected, they all just started laughing like mad at that.
"That's your problem, boy!" Bella cackled, "You think its always about you, but this time it was never about you!"
At that point it seemed like the world just stopped for him. All the blood drained completely from his face and he ran, not Apperated, flew, or used a Portkey, but ran back to the house. We weren't but one mile from the house when we heard her screaming, when we reached it I almost wish I didn't. She was strapped to the bed and you were gone. All that was left was horizontal gash from her left breast to her right thigh. Her last words were something like "Forest... in the woods... she's gone!"
Pulling herself out of her thoughts Katrina asked, quite emotionless, "How was I gone if she was only eight months? I'm sure any magic to remove me that early would alert others."
Zulman shifted his position on the floor so he was facing her, "How do you think Katrina? How do you think they removed you without spells." She met his eyes and suddenly realized something she didn't want to know, should not have known, but still did.
"Still can't take it, can you my lily child!" A cruel, purring voice observed, amused in her head. Had this whole world gone mad, or was it just her...
"Exactly sister, just... " Zulman continued smiling humourlessly, "...in a sense, the muggle way. Only without the morphine."
At that point Malfoy continued, " Not only were you missing, but the medallion as well, I believe it was in your basket. Your father didn't waste any time. He simply pulled off his glasses, and followed some trail only he could see, eyes slitted. As long as I had know him I had never, ever seen him like that.
It was beyond rage, hate, or even madness. It was pure and unhinged bloodlust, he was going to kill them no questions asked. The look on his face was the blackest hell that had been scrambling the be unleashed all his life, and it had finally cut loose. I tried to catch up with him, but was quickly left behind. About the time I did get there, he was already blood soaked and I couldn't even tell what curse he had used on them, it was so mutilating. One thing was for sure, baby girl, you were nowhere to be seen, and the only person that was alive was a small boy in the undergrowth asking where his new sister went."
Katrina lifted her head and looked at Zulman, to her surprise she found that he would not meet her eyes, and would just stared at his hands, eyes strangely darker.
"Fawkes took me," she said softly "I've have been living with Ginny for quite a while now and lately I haven't been showing anything worth so much effort, only..." she trailed off, wide eyes dropping to the her neatly folded hands, on her lap.
"Only what?" Zulman leaned forward eagerly.
"Only I feel like those years have passed by too fast," she replied scooting away from him, almost sitting on Tarot who had been sleeping all through the story, "It seems like I really shouldn't be here. Like I've been divided between reality and the dreams I don't even remember."
"Exactly," Malfoy said realizing something, "You weren't born! Not really. That specific date said The one born between the clash of time, would alterably cut the barrier of reality and the child's created universe! But you weren't born, so something happened that called forth the assassin."
"Assassin?" Katrina laughed, "The assassin is some myth of some a nineteen-year-old girl, who has that capability of killing like a leopard."
"That's no myth child," Malfoy snapped, "That chick has been wandering everyone's' dreams lately. It seems like she is linked to you from the alternate universe your birth made. From what I've heard about her it must be a real fucked up world you made."
"I made?" Katrina snapped back, "How is it no one has thought to mention that it could be the work of this bloody medallion? I mean you've been going on about this for an hour now about all these time cuts, secret plans, and killer teenage girls, but you haven't even mentioned it." She then pulled it off and held it out to him, then Malfoy took it sceptically and held it up to the light.
"Cut nicely!" he said, smiling with approval, "I wonder how I would look in it?"
Katrina scowled and taking it back asked "What does it do?"
"Oh, no idea." Malfoy grinned
Zulman broke into a small smile and leaned forward again, "The fact is the thing you need to be worrying about it that assassin, who's body count is what?" he asked turning to Malfoy, "Somewhere around ninety about now?"
"I thought she died?" Katrina added, "That's what the story says she was killed by her own mentor."
Malfoy looking more tired then ever, said dripping with sarcasm, "Nnnnooooo, but we are meant to think she did. The magic she contains is enough to unlock wherever Voldamort's essence is. When people die in-between false realities they never really die because they were never really there to begin with. The assassin needs only to find a body who can help her into a physical form, to finish whatever she was trying to do."
"Which means you, kitten." Zulman said, "And apparently the Death Eaters knew that as well."
"But if she never really was there, why is she trying to connect to me?" Katrina asked.
"I believe its because she doesn't realize that its still there." Malfoy said, "With her dying in that different world."
"So being between worlds is like going to sleep and waking up again?" Katrina asked.
"I guess that's one way of putting it ." Malfoy sighed, annoyed that she wasn't really paying attention.
"Are we drawing to a close, because I still need to buy school things?" Katrina said getting up, still dazed and didn't even realized that she let Tarot fall of her lap with a yelp, or even when he climbed up her back she didn't even feel it.
Zulman stared at her, "What do think this is. Some show time event?"
"I'm already two weeks late, if they even let me in." Katrina said as if she was in shock and added softly swaying side to side, "And I already feel too confused to comprehend."
"Well if you put it that way lets put it this way. The good news is Voldamort is not much of a threat, the bad news is this little mishap not only makes this your problem..." Malfoy said coldly, "...but everyone's problem."
Katrina stood completely still neither starting nor interrupting.
"There is still something I don't understand." she said coolly, her reptile eyes looking innocent and dead to the world, "When you spoke of the assassin, who is linked to me. If she is linked to me that much why haven't I seen her yet?"
Zulman shook his head rather disgustedly, "Girl, have you heard a word we said, the fact that you were never really born set off something that seemed to create an entirely new person set somewhere else. Probably in a place that shouldn't even exist, but it doesn't mean that you don't have a link to her. The whole searching for dangerous magical talents so we can build an amy of energy hyped, runts is just a hoax to get the child..." he said slowly, as if talking to a rather slow person "...who is the guide to the assassin... who has the key to releasing the dark lord!"
Katrina knew she should give a rather witty remarked to that, to show she wasn't hurt by all this, but she suddenly felt too exhausted to retort.
So, cool as cream, and just sitting she asked, "How did my father recover from killing those Death Eaters that way?"
Zulman and Malfoy gave each other an rather odd look, in her opinion it looked almost like fear.
"He never did!" Malfoy said quietly, and with that he stood up, reached into his pocket and pulling out a small key he handed it her then turned his back to her, and walked back up the stairs.
Katrina stood frozen and gave a start when Zulman gave her a little shake on the shoulder. Tarot curled on her shoulders and snapped at Zulman's hand.
Zulman moved his hand and ignoring the dragon said, "Katrina, I believe that's' your cue to leave!"
Katrina walked through the door and didn't stop walking even after she left the building. Walking down the alleyway she didn't even seem too see anyone or anything else around her, because as far as she could understand at the moment was to get as far from that place as possible.
A/N: i would love to thank those who even attempted to review. i'm sorry its has been so long, but i'm going through a comic book faze. and won't likely get out of it for a while. i know where i'm going with this story its just getting inspiration to write when i have a hundred other things going on at home. the story is going to get dark, u have been warned.
till next time darlings,
hazelstarr