Disclaimer : I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Anything To Do With It, I Only Own Kit Grey.
Nobody noticed her. So why would they notice when she stopped showing up for classes, or dinner, or even be seen sitting in the common room where she usually sat, in the farthest off corner? No one. And who would notice her any way, she was as plain and forgetful as they get. She have plain blonde hair that fallowed up by plain green eyes, standing at a normal height of 5'3, normal built, maybe on the skinny side but no one took the time to notice. She even had a normal plain name that was easy to forget or mix up, Kit Grey. Her name matched her personality, if you asked any one if they heard Kit Grey laugh and they didn't ask you who Kit Grey is, they'd tell you never. She even has normal parents with normal jobs. Nothing at all stood out in Kit Grey. Why'd he pick her?
Kit's day started out normal, she climbed out of her warm bed and staggered over to the bath room door of the Gryffindor girl's room. She picked a mirror and brushed her long blond hair, then her teeth. She took a shower and changed into her uniform, brushed her hair once more after drying it with a quick spell. She scurried down the winding stairs after grabbing her books for the day's lessons, and headed down to the great hall for breakfast.
She sat at the end of the right middle table and had eggs and toast, as she did any other day. She was used to her daily labors and rather enjoyed the constant sameness it held. She quickly finished her small breakfast, and a few last adjustments on a potions paper, then started her way down to the dungeons where potions was held.
Kit was rather good in potions, not great but pretty good; she never blew anything up anyway.
She tipped over to the last chair one the last row and sat down, soon more kids came in. Mostly Slytherins and Gryffindors.
The potion master came in next, as he always did. Flinging the door open so it hit the wall making a light thud sound and stalked in with a scowl that could kill. He yelled to get out their caldrons and follow the directions on the board, and if you messed up it meant big trouble, that is if you weren't a Slytherin.
Kit gladly made the potions, she found potions to be most enjoyable, and you could make so much happen with a simple potion.
She added rose petals, and snakes blood, plus a few other odds and ends to make the potion; she works slow and perfect. She poured the pale-pink substance in to a vile and scribbled her name on the side, handing it in.
Soon potions were over and Kit hurriedly gathered her stuff up, she had Charms next and it was clear on the other side of the school.
She scurried out the door, only to run in to some on one the way out.
"Oh my I'm sorry!" Kit exclaimed her voice was soft and sweet, the only thing you would remember if you heard it again, even if you didn't have a name to go with the voice.
"That's all right." Said a black haired boy.
Kit knew the boy, every one did. Harry Potter was known every where. Even if she was muggle born she had learned lots about him on her first train ride to the school.
Before she could say anything else he was gone back to his friends, leaving Kit picking up dropped quills and parchments.
After she got every thing back in her bag she hurried down the long halls, wanting to get out of the dark dungeons. She would be very late for her next class and was dreading the lecture she would get from the Professor.
She turned the corner, and that's when it happened she just disappeared. Seemingly in to thin air. Or did she? Weeks turned to months and no one noticed Kit just left, gone. Not even the Headmaster who seemed to know every thing and was said to be the greatest wizard this century has known.
Kit Grey did not disappear that day, in fact she evaporated to a dark and damp room where a man with slit eyelids and blood red eyes waited for her.