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Heheh... okay, last time, I was incredibly mean by leaving ya'll with a cliffie... so here's what happened:
"Kit, are you okay? Y - you look like you're going to be sick." said a soft voice next to her bed.
For a moment, she didn't answer as she gazed around. All thoughts of a dream had left her.
She was in a large room filled with neatly mad and squared beds. At the moment, hers was the only one occupied. Kit guessed she was in the infirmary - but why? Finally, her eyes came to rest on the person beside her. Her vision swam as she tried to bring the person into focus.
"Who are you?" She whispered faintly before once again seeing black.
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And here's what's going to happen:
Chapter Nine:: Dream
This time, she wasn't in darkness. She was surrounded by vibrant colors, all shades and tones. She didn't know where she was, but this time, she wasn't alone.
"Darling, it's been so long since I've been near you!" A pair of arms enfolded her gently, minding her head. The arms were soft and belonged to someone beloved.
Looking up, she stared amazedly into the face of her mother.
She was smiling brightly; her entire face was lit up. Her silver eyes glinted in the light that surrounded them before changing to green to brown to settle on violet. Her long brown hair cascaded softly over her shoulders in big loose waves that framed her face's gentle features.
She looked like an angel.
For a moment, all Kit could do was stare. She felt a prickling behind her eyes, and her throat began to close up. Silently, she stepped closer into her mother's should-be-phantom embrace.
"Kit, darling." Her mother spoke suddenly as she stroked her daughter's hair, "I've missed you. I'm sorry to say, I'm being a bit selfish."
Kit pulled away to look up to her mother. "Why?" She asked.
"Well, I'm actually very happy that you're here - even though I know at what risk."
"I don't care," Kit murmured into her mother's dress, "I want to stay forever."
A sorrowful smile crossed her mother's face - her mother, the beautiful Seira, the most wonderful person on earth or above it.
"I wish you could stay, Kit - then again, I don't. This is going to sound cheesy, but you've hardly begun to live - and you can't abandon the path you've started on to take a shortcut. You need to go back."
Tears began to trickle down her mother's face, and when she shook her head, droplets flew off her face.
"Mama -" Kit cut herself off by shoving herself into her mother's arms again, trying to soak in enough of her mother to make a lasting memory. Her mother began to rock, slowly and gently, lulling her daughter's sobs away until only hiccups remained.
Cupping Kit's chin in her hand, she tilted the girl's face up.
"Do you feel any better?" She asked softly.
"Not really." Her mother's lips twitched.
"I thought not."
Standing up, she pulled her daughter along to an oak tree and sat down on a low branch. After a moment, Kit sat beside her, resting her head against her shoulder. Then her mother began to speak. She told Kit all that had happened to her and why she was in the infirmary. She told her about her dream and what she saw. She told her all about the students currently residing in Hogwarts ("They should write a book on what's happened to Harry over the years!") She told her about the student's lives (she cried during Harry's and Draco's). Finally, she told her what had happened in the school after she had her 'incident' with the other girls and why it happened.
"Your eyes are more than just a... a unique eye coloring. Unfortunately, they have a- a frenzying effect on some people... It can be scary." Seira sighed deeply. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been around longer to tell you how to - to -" "Control them?" Kit said with a wry smile. "So, what - why - are they?" Seira sighed again. "I wish I could tell you everything... but there isn't much that I can. Since I got - sick, my eyes changed. They were always a cloudy blue, so not a lot of people noticed immediately - including myself. Then I found that I was going to have you, and my eyes began to er, act up more. I'm not sure why, but these" She pointed to her eyes, "got passed down to you. In an extremity, I might add. My eyes never changed with my emotions, so there really isn't all that much I can say about it."
Kit was silent for a moment. Then,
"So basically, anybody who sees my eyes flash will go psycho on me?"
Her mother laughed, a beautiful tinkling noise, refreshing like rain on a summer day.
"No, honey. Those girls, they - well, you would be thought to be fey. I won't pretend I know what that means, exactly, but most people I've known are - wary, to say the least. Add jealousy, not to mention your generally irritating effect on other girls, that equals postal."
Kit stared at her mother.
"That's it? I just have to be me, and seemingly normal people will try to tear me apart?"
Seira let out another sigh.
"I'm sorry Kit. There is more, but I can't tell you just yet."
Finally, Seira had told nearly everything there was to tell.
"...then you passed out again and came here. You've been unconscious for the last four days."
"Wow. I've got some story so far, huh?"
"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one." Seira said with a wry smile. "Now, there's one thing I want you to do."
"What?" Kit asked hesitantly.
"Sit right here for a moment." Her mother stood excitedly, brushing off her long skirt.
"Don't move." She added with a grin, then hurried away. A few minutes later, she came back, tugging a tall figure behind her.
"Kit!" She called, "Close your eyes for a moment, okay, darling?" Bewildered, Kit obeyed. She could hear her mother as she drew closer, her skirt rustling softly over the grass.
"Okay Kit, honey." She stopped a couple feet in front of her. Kit was curious. What on earth - or below it or above it - could get her mother so excited?
"You can open your eyes now." She said, clapping her hands together. Slowly, she did so.
"Kit, I want you to meet your father." If she hadn't already been unconscious, she would've been now. In front of her stood a tall man, darkly handsome in a classic way. For a moment, Kit struggled to figure out why his face seemed so familiar; then she realized she saw it in the mirror every day. His mouth and chin were hers; his color of hair and texture as well. Her nose and ears may have been her mothers, but her cheekbones were definitely his. Most of all, while the shape and uniqueness of her eyes all belonged to her mother, the glint behind them came from him.
Neither spoke as they gazed at the other.
Finally, Seira interrupted the silence.
"Well, aren't you two going to say anything?"
"I - I have a daughter...?" The man breathed. Kit continued to stare dazedly at the man before her. Slowly, as thought she might start, the man - her father - began to circle round her, stopping once he'd mane a full turn. He shook his head in wonder and cleared his throat.
"Y-you look just like me." His voice held a trace of awe.
"You're as pretty as your mother..." his voice trailed off and he resumed their staring contest.
Seira nudged her daughter, sending her out of her shocked state.
"It - it's nice to - to meet you... um." She held her hand out uncertainly. He stared at it and his lips twitched like he was about to laugh. Grabbing her outstretched hand, he shook it once and pulled the girl into a bear hug, swinging her around before setting her down. Kit looked up at him, surprised to see tears standing out in his eyes. Did she do something wrong?
"What's the matter?" She asked bewilderedly. His eyes glistened.
"You're so beautiful, Kit." He choked out, "I'm so glad I was able to meet you... even though it's only for a while." He brushed his hand over her cheek. "I only wish I could have met you under different circumstances." He smiled a bit, then turned to her mother.
"Seira..." For a while, he just stared at his wife, the woman he had loved and been united to for less than six months - the woman who had left him so as not to hurt him, she had loved him so much. His gaze turned again to Kit - his daughter. He hadn't even known of her existence... until now. And for a moment, the three had been able to at least pretend they were a real family...
Clearing his throat, he spoke again, his voice unsteady.
"Seira. Should I - take her back?" Kit's mother nodded sadly. Kit stood there, stunned.
"Why?" She blurted. "Why do I have to go back? Why can't I stay here with you?"
For a moment, her parents looked at each other. Finally, her mother sighed.
"Because, honey, we're dead. That's the only way you can stay, and it seems you've got something to hold onto - else your mind wouldn't be fighting so hard to keep you earthbound. And if my guess is correct, one reason has been watching over you for a while."
She winked.
"I took a peek, and I honestly don't blame you. He's definitely a looker." Catching Kit's bewildered look, she sighed.
"Oh, I forgot. You've been unconscious these past three days. I'll give you a hint, though." Seira said, smiling broadly, "He's tall, light and handsome."
Kit made a halfhearted face.
"Doesn't sound like all that much." Her voice wobbled. "M - mom, I - I don't want to leave you again."
Once again, that sad, knowing smile lit across her mother's face.
"Hey, it's not like you'll never see me again." She nodded to her husband who, taking her hand, gently began tugging his daughter along like an unwilling toddler. And like a toddler, she followed, eyes glued to her mother's smiling face.
Finally, her father turned to her and gave her the same smile that had haunted her mother's face.
"I'm glad I had the - the chance to meet you, Kit." He said, his voice uncertain.
"I'm glad, too." Her voice quivered. She still couldn't say 'Dad' to this man who was is possession of over half her facial features, even though he was her mother's husband and donated his genes to bring her into being. He seemed to understand this and said,
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for your life. But still. I want you to know... I love you, Kit. I'm glad I have such a - a promising, beautiful daughter." His voice was choked, " I love you."
"Me, too." She said softly - and blinked.
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She was staring, not at her long lost father, but at the tall blonde boy she vaguely remembered waking to see before dreaming of her mother. Once he turned, he saw her eyes open and a look of relief passed across his face.
"Kit?" He asked tentatively. Her head swam.
"Kit? Y- you aren't going to pass out again are you?" His voice sounded faint and a feeling of nausea swept over her.
Suddenly, he was by her side, his warm hand closing over hers. Her vision snapped back into place.
"Kit?" His breath whispered over her ear, "Shh, it's okay, Kit. Whatever it is, whatever happened, it'll be okay."
He patted her shoulder awkwardly. She wondered what he was talking about until she felt something wet drop onto the back of her hand. Reaching up, she touched her cheek and realized she was crying.
Why?
She didn't know and she didn't especially care. The boy's arms were too relaxing to keep crying. So her tears dried up and her sobs were replaced by hiccups. Almost unconsciously, she snuggled herself against him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Okay, this chapter's a bit longer than usual and now my hands are aching from typing so I'll give you the rest another time.
I really, Really, REALLY want to know what you guys think, so start reviewing, kay?
hit the little go button!! Flames are welcomed as well!!!
To those who did review, thank you!!
SlytherinQueen87: Argh, stupid cliffie. I can't believe Cho and Pansy woudl go off like that. Even Pansy isn't that stupid. I hope there is a good explanation for it int he next chapter, maybe something magic related. I mean no matter how nagry she was I don't think Cho would repeatedly beat on someone. And who is she talking to?! And what is the deal with her eyes? Update asap!
Me: yeah, I'm gonna have a legit reason for pansy and cho going postal, don't worry... can't reveal all my secrets yet!! SUSPENSE!!! Whaddya think of my renewed summary? I stink at them, anyway, so.... wth!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish... life is not fair when it comes to other peep's master pieces... especially rowling's!
Heheh... okay, last time, I was incredibly mean by leaving ya'll with a cliffie... so here's what happened:
"Kit, are you okay? Y - you look like you're going to be sick." said a soft voice next to her bed.
For a moment, she didn't answer as she gazed around. All thoughts of a dream had left her.
She was in a large room filled with neatly mad and squared beds. At the moment, hers was the only one occupied. Kit guessed she was in the infirmary - but why? Finally, her eyes came to rest on the person beside her. Her vision swam as she tried to bring the person into focus.
"Who are you?" She whispered faintly before once again seeing black.
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And here's what's going to happen:
Chapter Nine:: Dream
This time, she wasn't in darkness. She was surrounded by vibrant colors, all shades and tones. She didn't know where she was, but this time, she wasn't alone.
"Darling, it's been so long since I've been near you!" A pair of arms enfolded her gently, minding her head. The arms were soft and belonged to someone beloved.
Looking up, she stared amazedly into the face of her mother.
She was smiling brightly; her entire face was lit up. Her silver eyes glinted in the light that surrounded them before changing to green to brown to settle on violet. Her long brown hair cascaded softly over her shoulders in big loose waves that framed her face's gentle features.
She looked like an angel.
For a moment, all Kit could do was stare. She felt a prickling behind her eyes, and her throat began to close up. Silently, she stepped closer into her mother's should-be-phantom embrace.
"Kit, darling." Her mother spoke suddenly as she stroked her daughter's hair, "I've missed you. I'm sorry to say, I'm being a bit selfish."
Kit pulled away to look up to her mother. "Why?" She asked.
"Well, I'm actually very happy that you're here - even though I know at what risk."
"I don't care," Kit murmured into her mother's dress, "I want to stay forever."
A sorrowful smile crossed her mother's face - her mother, the beautiful Seira, the most wonderful person on earth or above it.
"I wish you could stay, Kit - then again, I don't. This is going to sound cheesy, but you've hardly begun to live - and you can't abandon the path you've started on to take a shortcut. You need to go back."
Tears began to trickle down her mother's face, and when she shook her head, droplets flew off her face.
"Mama -" Kit cut herself off by shoving herself into her mother's arms again, trying to soak in enough of her mother to make a lasting memory. Her mother began to rock, slowly and gently, lulling her daughter's sobs away until only hiccups remained.
Cupping Kit's chin in her hand, she tilted the girl's face up.
"Do you feel any better?" She asked softly.
"Not really." Her mother's lips twitched.
"I thought not."
Standing up, she pulled her daughter along to an oak tree and sat down on a low branch. After a moment, Kit sat beside her, resting her head against her shoulder. Then her mother began to speak. She told Kit all that had happened to her and why she was in the infirmary. She told her about her dream and what she saw. She told her all about the students currently residing in Hogwarts ("They should write a book on what's happened to Harry over the years!") She told her about the student's lives (she cried during Harry's and Draco's). Finally, she told her what had happened in the school after she had her 'incident' with the other girls and why it happened.
"Your eyes are more than just a... a unique eye coloring. Unfortunately, they have a- a frenzying effect on some people... It can be scary." Seira sighed deeply. "I'm sorry I couldn't have been around longer to tell you how to - to -" "Control them?" Kit said with a wry smile. "So, what - why - are they?" Seira sighed again. "I wish I could tell you everything... but there isn't much that I can. Since I got - sick, my eyes changed. They were always a cloudy blue, so not a lot of people noticed immediately - including myself. Then I found that I was going to have you, and my eyes began to er, act up more. I'm not sure why, but these" She pointed to her eyes, "got passed down to you. In an extremity, I might add. My eyes never changed with my emotions, so there really isn't all that much I can say about it."
Kit was silent for a moment. Then,
"So basically, anybody who sees my eyes flash will go psycho on me?"
Her mother laughed, a beautiful tinkling noise, refreshing like rain on a summer day.
"No, honey. Those girls, they - well, you would be thought to be fey. I won't pretend I know what that means, exactly, but most people I've known are - wary, to say the least. Add jealousy, not to mention your generally irritating effect on other girls, that equals postal."
Kit stared at her mother.
"That's it? I just have to be me, and seemingly normal people will try to tear me apart?"
Seira let out another sigh.
"I'm sorry Kit. There is more, but I can't tell you just yet."
Finally, Seira had told nearly everything there was to tell.
"...then you passed out again and came here. You've been unconscious for the last four days."
"Wow. I've got some story so far, huh?"
"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one." Seira said with a wry smile. "Now, there's one thing I want you to do."
"What?" Kit asked hesitantly.
"Sit right here for a moment." Her mother stood excitedly, brushing off her long skirt.
"Don't move." She added with a grin, then hurried away. A few minutes later, she came back, tugging a tall figure behind her.
"Kit!" She called, "Close your eyes for a moment, okay, darling?" Bewildered, Kit obeyed. She could hear her mother as she drew closer, her skirt rustling softly over the grass.
"Okay Kit, honey." She stopped a couple feet in front of her. Kit was curious. What on earth - or below it or above it - could get her mother so excited?
"You can open your eyes now." She said, clapping her hands together. Slowly, she did so.
"Kit, I want you to meet your father." If she hadn't already been unconscious, she would've been now. In front of her stood a tall man, darkly handsome in a classic way. For a moment, Kit struggled to figure out why his face seemed so familiar; then she realized she saw it in the mirror every day. His mouth and chin were hers; his color of hair and texture as well. Her nose and ears may have been her mothers, but her cheekbones were definitely his. Most of all, while the shape and uniqueness of her eyes all belonged to her mother, the glint behind them came from him.
Neither spoke as they gazed at the other.
Finally, Seira interrupted the silence.
"Well, aren't you two going to say anything?"
"I - I have a daughter...?" The man breathed. Kit continued to stare dazedly at the man before her. Slowly, as thought she might start, the man - her father - began to circle round her, stopping once he'd mane a full turn. He shook his head in wonder and cleared his throat.
"Y-you look just like me." His voice held a trace of awe.
"You're as pretty as your mother..." his voice trailed off and he resumed their staring contest.
Seira nudged her daughter, sending her out of her shocked state.
"It - it's nice to - to meet you... um." She held her hand out uncertainly. He stared at it and his lips twitched like he was about to laugh. Grabbing her outstretched hand, he shook it once and pulled the girl into a bear hug, swinging her around before setting her down. Kit looked up at him, surprised to see tears standing out in his eyes. Did she do something wrong?
"What's the matter?" She asked bewilderedly. His eyes glistened.
"You're so beautiful, Kit." He choked out, "I'm so glad I was able to meet you... even though it's only for a while." He brushed his hand over her cheek. "I only wish I could have met you under different circumstances." He smiled a bit, then turned to her mother.
"Seira..." For a while, he just stared at his wife, the woman he had loved and been united to for less than six months - the woman who had left him so as not to hurt him, she had loved him so much. His gaze turned again to Kit - his daughter. He hadn't even known of her existence... until now. And for a moment, the three had been able to at least pretend they were a real family...
Clearing his throat, he spoke again, his voice unsteady.
"Seira. Should I - take her back?" Kit's mother nodded sadly. Kit stood there, stunned.
"Why?" She blurted. "Why do I have to go back? Why can't I stay here with you?"
For a moment, her parents looked at each other. Finally, her mother sighed.
"Because, honey, we're dead. That's the only way you can stay, and it seems you've got something to hold onto - else your mind wouldn't be fighting so hard to keep you earthbound. And if my guess is correct, one reason has been watching over you for a while."
She winked.
"I took a peek, and I honestly don't blame you. He's definitely a looker." Catching Kit's bewildered look, she sighed.
"Oh, I forgot. You've been unconscious these past three days. I'll give you a hint, though." Seira said, smiling broadly, "He's tall, light and handsome."
Kit made a halfhearted face.
"Doesn't sound like all that much." Her voice wobbled. "M - mom, I - I don't want to leave you again."
Once again, that sad, knowing smile lit across her mother's face.
"Hey, it's not like you'll never see me again." She nodded to her husband who, taking her hand, gently began tugging his daughter along like an unwilling toddler. And like a toddler, she followed, eyes glued to her mother's smiling face.
Finally, her father turned to her and gave her the same smile that had haunted her mother's face.
"I'm glad I had the - the chance to meet you, Kit." He said, his voice uncertain.
"I'm glad, too." Her voice quivered. She still couldn't say 'Dad' to this man who was is possession of over half her facial features, even though he was her mother's husband and donated his genes to bring her into being. He seemed to understand this and said,
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for your life. But still. I want you to know... I love you, Kit. I'm glad I have such a - a promising, beautiful daughter." His voice was choked, " I love you."
"Me, too." She said softly - and blinked.
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She was staring, not at her long lost father, but at the tall blonde boy she vaguely remembered waking to see before dreaming of her mother. Once he turned, he saw her eyes open and a look of relief passed across his face.
"Kit?" He asked tentatively. Her head swam.
"Kit? Y- you aren't going to pass out again are you?" His voice sounded faint and a feeling of nausea swept over her.
Suddenly, he was by her side, his warm hand closing over hers. Her vision snapped back into place.
"Kit?" His breath whispered over her ear, "Shh, it's okay, Kit. Whatever it is, whatever happened, it'll be okay."
He patted her shoulder awkwardly. She wondered what he was talking about until she felt something wet drop onto the back of her hand. Reaching up, she touched her cheek and realized she was crying.
Why?
She didn't know and she didn't especially care. The boy's arms were too relaxing to keep crying. So her tears dried up and her sobs were replaced by hiccups. Almost unconsciously, she snuggled herself against him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Okay, this chapter's a bit longer than usual and now my hands are aching from typing so I'll give you the rest another time.
I really, Really, REALLY want to know what you guys think, so start reviewing, kay?
hit the little go button!! Flames are welcomed as well!!!
To those who did review, thank you!!
SlytherinQueen87: Argh, stupid cliffie. I can't believe Cho and Pansy woudl go off like that. Even Pansy isn't that stupid. I hope there is a good explanation for it int he next chapter, maybe something magic related. I mean no matter how nagry she was I don't think Cho would repeatedly beat on someone. And who is she talking to?! And what is the deal with her eyes? Update asap!
Me: yeah, I'm gonna have a legit reason for pansy and cho going postal, don't worry... can't reveal all my secrets yet!! SUSPENSE!!! Whaddya think of my renewed summary? I stink at them, anyway, so.... wth!