Disclaimer: I only own Kaitlynn, Megan, And Tamith and Kaitlynn's parents.
Arwen is borrowed from my friend Rogue and all other HP Character are J.K.
Rowling's. Thank you.
Chapter 1
With a jerk Kaitlynn Weasley woke from her sound sleep. She felt it again. It was as if something or someone was calling her. Shaking her head she slide off her bed, grabbing her silk French robe. Opening the French door she looked out across her parent's land. It was good to be home, even though she loved her school almost as much. But unusual things were happening to her lately.
Since she had turned 15 back in March, she's been hearing voices, and her parents acted strangely to her. Whispering when she got near, shutting up when she walked into the room. And sometimes not even talking to her for days. It wasn't that Kati had a bad relationship with her mother and father that made them do this, but something totally different. She normally had a great relationship with her parents, telling them about school, and her mother about crushes, her father about the Professors at school. But ever since her parents visited her in Beaxville for her 15th birthday in March things started to go down hill. Beauxville was the nearest town to Beauxbatons, the school Kaitlynn went to.
Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. Kaitlynn was a witch, a very good one at that for being so young. Her father, Andrew Weasley, was from a Wizarding family from England, and her mother, Yvonne was a halfy. Half Witch half Veela that is. Kaitlynn's grandmere was a full blood Veela. With her long silvery silk hair, her milk white soft skin and her sky blue eyes that would turn gold when she was riled. Out of the Weasley looks, which always ran Red hair brown eyes, and the Veela that was in her, Silver hair, blue/gold eyes, Kaitlynn had the most unlikely combination. Fiery red hair, and fierce yellow gold cat like eyes, which was promising to make her a beauty with all the Veela charms when she grew up. After all Veela's are very well known in France for their many charms.
So there Kaitlynn stood, looking out her bedroom window, across the family ground called Weasley Pre, or Weasley Meadow. She thought back to the voice that jerked her awake and wonder who it was that called her. A light summer breeze blew in, whipping around her long red silken hair. She gripped the banister and lifted her face gently to meet the breeze. Taking in the cool warmth of the air deep into her lungs.
'I need you...' the wind whispered. Kaitlynn gasped and backed away from the windows, closing one of the doors.
'We need each other...' the wind said. No it's wasn't the wind, it was that voice again.
But why did it need her? Her of all people. What was so special about her? She closed the other door and walked to her fireplace that was in her room. Though her parents had the most up dated things in their house, Kati still liked to have a fire in her fireplace. She sank to her knees and staked a few pieces of wood into the hearth. Turning around slightly to look for her wand to light it she hears a 'Whoosh'. Looking back to the sound she finds her fire lit, burning merrily in the hearth.
Sitting Indian style in front of the fire she falls into one of the many dazed she's had. The fire burning before her she makes out a face, a beautiful face. With out realizing what she was doing she reached her hand into the hearth and touched the supposed to be hot flames. But to her it was like a warm licking. She blinked many times before she noticed her hand in the fire. Pulling it back as though she had been burned she glanced between the fire and her unmarked hand. Feeling unsafe and cold she quickly stood up and ran to her bed, taking and pulling the covers up over her head. She would have to talk to her parents tomorrow, to that there was no doubt.
Kaitlynn woke up a little later then she wanted to sleep. Looking over at the grandfather clock in her room she saw that it was going to hit 9 o'clock in less then five minutes. Cussing herself lightly for waking up in the wee hours for the night she jumped out of bed. But as her feet touched the stone cold wooden boards of her room a flood of memories came running back into her head. She totter on the side of her bed, grasping her disarrayed blankets. But a suddenly as it came, if left her again. She moved around her room quickly, getting dressed in her favorite green and gold velvet robes. Slipping on her matching shoes she makes for her mother's drawing room. She knew her parents would be there, they were always there waiting for her in the morning.
Has she approached the door she heard voices. Two of the voices she was sure were her parents, but there was a voice she had never heard before. A deep voice, English, by the blur of the French. She pressed her ear to the door and listened.
" Andrew, you must tell the child, before she starts asking too many questions. Questions we can't answer." Said the man.
"But she's our only child. Why should it have to be her?" Kaitlynn's mother asked.
"I don't know Yvonne, but it's her. All the sign's point to her. We both know she's part Heir to Hufflepuff. But the Veela blood in her doesn't make her rightful heir."
"Ah, yes. Arthur's daughter Virginia is rightful heir, isn't she?"
"Yes she is. Voldemort may not be powerful now, but in the years to come Virginia will need Kaitlynn's protection. By God! She's Fire at that. Not too much can harm her."
"No! Plenty can harm my little petite! Earth may not, or Air. Water even but the fifth rules the circle and it is her that can hurt her most if she's on the wrong side. Da side of evil, of Voldemort!" Yvonne spat.
Kaitlynn peaked into the crack in the door to see her mother's true Veela nature becoming aroused. Her mother's normally calm sky blue eyes were now green with a yellow gold center. Her silver blond hair whip up and down as though the wind was blowing, her beautiful nails twist and grow.
"Yvonne, love. I'm sure Monsieur Dumbledore is only trying to look our after the well fare of our daughter. After all he did come all the way from England to talk to us. And we knew we couldn't keep it a secret once she turned 15," Andrew told his wife with a steady arm around her, calming her down.
"Oh Andrew…" Yvonne said and buried her face into his chest. "Be why? Why my Kaitlynn?"
"Because my love it's her destiny."
There was a clearing of a voice.
"I believe we have company," the man called Dumbledore said, gesturing to the large peep opening in the door. "Come in my child," he said, his voice full of cheer.
Kaitlynn hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door wider for both her mother and father too see her.
"Oh! My wee petite!" Kaitlynn's mother looked at her, flinging to hug her daughter, but her father held her back.
"Andrew let go of me," Yvonne wailed.
"No, Yvonne. We must tell her now. She's heard almost all about it but what she needs to hear."
"Heard about what?" Kaitlynn tried to cover the subject up.
"Ah.. I see the game to play," Dumbledore chuckled. "I know it well, be either way you were too be told on your fifteenth birthday, but were never told. Let me start out, you mother and father knows little more then you heard. That's why my Dear Yvonne's acting as though she's written your death sentence. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I'm Head Master of the witchcraft and wizard school in England. But you'll learn more about that in time."
"Yes, Monsieur Dumbledore."
"Well it's starts off with not many knowing the prophecies of the ones with the Gift. The Gift it with the Elements. As you know there are many. But there are only element born with this power every ten thousand years."
"Monsieur! That is a long time."
"Yes, I know it is. Well, born 15 years ago was the first of the Coven of the Gift, as it was known of back then. The Coven had their powers to protect the heirs of the school I'm Head Master of. For there was always great Evil that try to take it, even in those days. Well the Heirs have been broken up, and haven't come together, until now. We don't know who, but we know that all four of the Heirs are now at Hogwarts. We know only that the one Heir, Tom Riddle, or as he now goes by, Lord Voldemort is one of those heirs. But there's reason to think that there is an younger heir to the House of Slytherin."
"What are the names of the houses?"
"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."
"And you think I have an Elemental power so I can protect of these heirs?"
"I don't think, I know."
"How do you know?" Kaitlynn asked, her face paling a little.
"You're just come into you 15th birthday correct?"
"Oui."
"Have you noticed anything odd about yourself lately besides you're girl body, changing into a woman's?"
"Monsieur!" Yvonne screeched.
"It's alright Momma," Kaitlynn said calmly. "Oui Monsieur, I have. I've been having strange dreams, and have been hearing a strange voice in my head. I was going to talk to Momma and Poppa about it this morning, but I heard you talking with them."
"Anything else, M'dear?"
"Oui. I've been able to play with fire without being burnt by it."
"Ahh.. I see."
"What is it you see? What is happening to me, that you know and I don't?"
"Well, I was telling you mother and father think that they should have told you on your fifteenth birthday."
"What are these things they should have told me, but didn't?"
"That you are a very special witch, Kaitlynn. You're an Element."
"An Element?" Kaitlynn looked at Dumbledore confused. "Why do you say that?"
"For starters I say that because you were born with your powers, but wouldn't come into them until your fifteenth birthday. And second of all, from the things you have told me. All Elemental are telepathically linked, one way or another. This voice it seems is another element trying to contact you." Dumbledore said.
"Me? But why show someone, anyone try to contact me?"
"As I told you, Elementals are linked together. No one understand why this is, but it just is."
"But why would I be an Element? Why not someone else?"
"Because normally the Element is kin to the heir."
"And am I the only? Besides this unnamed voice?"
"Sure not. As I said the first of the Elements were born 15 years ago."
"What much I do?"
"Teach yourself as much as you can, be careful with your gift, and study your books well. You can come to England over the summers if you want and I'll help you myself harness you powers. But only if you parents will let you. I think I've overset you mother," Dumbledore said, suddenly looking through his robes as though he had lost something.
"Momma? Poppa? May I go? Please? I haven't been to England in so very long, and we can visit Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur!" Kaitlynn pleaded.
Yvonne looked at her daughter and gave her a loving smile.
"Oui, we will go. And you can be taught how to use your gift, though I don't like it at all. But Dumbledore is right. A great evil is coming, and your power my petite may help the battles alone the way. Who knows? Little Harry Potter may turn out to be more then he is, and may have your help because of it."
"Oh! Thank you Momma!" Kaitlynn rushes over to her mother and hugs her.
"And we can visit my cousins?"
"Oui, for I see no reason we shouldn't."
"When can we leave?" Kaitlynn looked to Dumbledore, then to her parents.
Chapter 1
With a jerk Kaitlynn Weasley woke from her sound sleep. She felt it again. It was as if something or someone was calling her. Shaking her head she slide off her bed, grabbing her silk French robe. Opening the French door she looked out across her parent's land. It was good to be home, even though she loved her school almost as much. But unusual things were happening to her lately.
Since she had turned 15 back in March, she's been hearing voices, and her parents acted strangely to her. Whispering when she got near, shutting up when she walked into the room. And sometimes not even talking to her for days. It wasn't that Kati had a bad relationship with her mother and father that made them do this, but something totally different. She normally had a great relationship with her parents, telling them about school, and her mother about crushes, her father about the Professors at school. But ever since her parents visited her in Beaxville for her 15th birthday in March things started to go down hill. Beauxville was the nearest town to Beauxbatons, the school Kaitlynn went to.
Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. Kaitlynn was a witch, a very good one at that for being so young. Her father, Andrew Weasley, was from a Wizarding family from England, and her mother, Yvonne was a halfy. Half Witch half Veela that is. Kaitlynn's grandmere was a full blood Veela. With her long silvery silk hair, her milk white soft skin and her sky blue eyes that would turn gold when she was riled. Out of the Weasley looks, which always ran Red hair brown eyes, and the Veela that was in her, Silver hair, blue/gold eyes, Kaitlynn had the most unlikely combination. Fiery red hair, and fierce yellow gold cat like eyes, which was promising to make her a beauty with all the Veela charms when she grew up. After all Veela's are very well known in France for their many charms.
So there Kaitlynn stood, looking out her bedroom window, across the family ground called Weasley Pre, or Weasley Meadow. She thought back to the voice that jerked her awake and wonder who it was that called her. A light summer breeze blew in, whipping around her long red silken hair. She gripped the banister and lifted her face gently to meet the breeze. Taking in the cool warmth of the air deep into her lungs.
'I need you...' the wind whispered. Kaitlynn gasped and backed away from the windows, closing one of the doors.
'We need each other...' the wind said. No it's wasn't the wind, it was that voice again.
But why did it need her? Her of all people. What was so special about her? She closed the other door and walked to her fireplace that was in her room. Though her parents had the most up dated things in their house, Kati still liked to have a fire in her fireplace. She sank to her knees and staked a few pieces of wood into the hearth. Turning around slightly to look for her wand to light it she hears a 'Whoosh'. Looking back to the sound she finds her fire lit, burning merrily in the hearth.
Sitting Indian style in front of the fire she falls into one of the many dazed she's had. The fire burning before her she makes out a face, a beautiful face. With out realizing what she was doing she reached her hand into the hearth and touched the supposed to be hot flames. But to her it was like a warm licking. She blinked many times before she noticed her hand in the fire. Pulling it back as though she had been burned she glanced between the fire and her unmarked hand. Feeling unsafe and cold she quickly stood up and ran to her bed, taking and pulling the covers up over her head. She would have to talk to her parents tomorrow, to that there was no doubt.
Kaitlynn woke up a little later then she wanted to sleep. Looking over at the grandfather clock in her room she saw that it was going to hit 9 o'clock in less then five minutes. Cussing herself lightly for waking up in the wee hours for the night she jumped out of bed. But as her feet touched the stone cold wooden boards of her room a flood of memories came running back into her head. She totter on the side of her bed, grasping her disarrayed blankets. But a suddenly as it came, if left her again. She moved around her room quickly, getting dressed in her favorite green and gold velvet robes. Slipping on her matching shoes she makes for her mother's drawing room. She knew her parents would be there, they were always there waiting for her in the morning.
Has she approached the door she heard voices. Two of the voices she was sure were her parents, but there was a voice she had never heard before. A deep voice, English, by the blur of the French. She pressed her ear to the door and listened.
" Andrew, you must tell the child, before she starts asking too many questions. Questions we can't answer." Said the man.
"But she's our only child. Why should it have to be her?" Kaitlynn's mother asked.
"I don't know Yvonne, but it's her. All the sign's point to her. We both know she's part Heir to Hufflepuff. But the Veela blood in her doesn't make her rightful heir."
"Ah, yes. Arthur's daughter Virginia is rightful heir, isn't she?"
"Yes she is. Voldemort may not be powerful now, but in the years to come Virginia will need Kaitlynn's protection. By God! She's Fire at that. Not too much can harm her."
"No! Plenty can harm my little petite! Earth may not, or Air. Water even but the fifth rules the circle and it is her that can hurt her most if she's on the wrong side. Da side of evil, of Voldemort!" Yvonne spat.
Kaitlynn peaked into the crack in the door to see her mother's true Veela nature becoming aroused. Her mother's normally calm sky blue eyes were now green with a yellow gold center. Her silver blond hair whip up and down as though the wind was blowing, her beautiful nails twist and grow.
"Yvonne, love. I'm sure Monsieur Dumbledore is only trying to look our after the well fare of our daughter. After all he did come all the way from England to talk to us. And we knew we couldn't keep it a secret once she turned 15," Andrew told his wife with a steady arm around her, calming her down.
"Oh Andrew…" Yvonne said and buried her face into his chest. "Be why? Why my Kaitlynn?"
"Because my love it's her destiny."
There was a clearing of a voice.
"I believe we have company," the man called Dumbledore said, gesturing to the large peep opening in the door. "Come in my child," he said, his voice full of cheer.
Kaitlynn hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door wider for both her mother and father too see her.
"Oh! My wee petite!" Kaitlynn's mother looked at her, flinging to hug her daughter, but her father held her back.
"Andrew let go of me," Yvonne wailed.
"No, Yvonne. We must tell her now. She's heard almost all about it but what she needs to hear."
"Heard about what?" Kaitlynn tried to cover the subject up.
"Ah.. I see the game to play," Dumbledore chuckled. "I know it well, be either way you were too be told on your fifteenth birthday, but were never told. Let me start out, you mother and father knows little more then you heard. That's why my Dear Yvonne's acting as though she's written your death sentence. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I'm Head Master of the witchcraft and wizard school in England. But you'll learn more about that in time."
"Yes, Monsieur Dumbledore."
"Well it's starts off with not many knowing the prophecies of the ones with the Gift. The Gift it with the Elements. As you know there are many. But there are only element born with this power every ten thousand years."
"Monsieur! That is a long time."
"Yes, I know it is. Well, born 15 years ago was the first of the Coven of the Gift, as it was known of back then. The Coven had their powers to protect the heirs of the school I'm Head Master of. For there was always great Evil that try to take it, even in those days. Well the Heirs have been broken up, and haven't come together, until now. We don't know who, but we know that all four of the Heirs are now at Hogwarts. We know only that the one Heir, Tom Riddle, or as he now goes by, Lord Voldemort is one of those heirs. But there's reason to think that there is an younger heir to the House of Slytherin."
"What are the names of the houses?"
"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin."
"And you think I have an Elemental power so I can protect of these heirs?"
"I don't think, I know."
"How do you know?" Kaitlynn asked, her face paling a little.
"You're just come into you 15th birthday correct?"
"Oui."
"Have you noticed anything odd about yourself lately besides you're girl body, changing into a woman's?"
"Monsieur!" Yvonne screeched.
"It's alright Momma," Kaitlynn said calmly. "Oui Monsieur, I have. I've been having strange dreams, and have been hearing a strange voice in my head. I was going to talk to Momma and Poppa about it this morning, but I heard you talking with them."
"Anything else, M'dear?"
"Oui. I've been able to play with fire without being burnt by it."
"Ahh.. I see."
"What is it you see? What is happening to me, that you know and I don't?"
"Well, I was telling you mother and father think that they should have told you on your fifteenth birthday."
"What are these things they should have told me, but didn't?"
"That you are a very special witch, Kaitlynn. You're an Element."
"An Element?" Kaitlynn looked at Dumbledore confused. "Why do you say that?"
"For starters I say that because you were born with your powers, but wouldn't come into them until your fifteenth birthday. And second of all, from the things you have told me. All Elemental are telepathically linked, one way or another. This voice it seems is another element trying to contact you." Dumbledore said.
"Me? But why show someone, anyone try to contact me?"
"As I told you, Elementals are linked together. No one understand why this is, but it just is."
"But why would I be an Element? Why not someone else?"
"Because normally the Element is kin to the heir."
"And am I the only? Besides this unnamed voice?"
"Sure not. As I said the first of the Elements were born 15 years ago."
"What much I do?"
"Teach yourself as much as you can, be careful with your gift, and study your books well. You can come to England over the summers if you want and I'll help you myself harness you powers. But only if you parents will let you. I think I've overset you mother," Dumbledore said, suddenly looking through his robes as though he had lost something.
"Momma? Poppa? May I go? Please? I haven't been to England in so very long, and we can visit Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur!" Kaitlynn pleaded.
Yvonne looked at her daughter and gave her a loving smile.
"Oui, we will go. And you can be taught how to use your gift, though I don't like it at all. But Dumbledore is right. A great evil is coming, and your power my petite may help the battles alone the way. Who knows? Little Harry Potter may turn out to be more then he is, and may have your help because of it."
"Oh! Thank you Momma!" Kaitlynn rushes over to her mother and hugs her.
"And we can visit my cousins?"
"Oui, for I see no reason we shouldn't."
"When can we leave?" Kaitlynn looked to Dumbledore, then to her parents.