Third chapter! This one is coming up pretty quick, I worked on it today seeing as how I had nothing else to do. Hope you enjoy it and please review!
Catherine stood there as the information hit the men before her. Her eyes were on the ground and her white teeth lightly nipping at her lips. She dare say nothing for the fear of being killed at the moment. Odd how this headstrong girl could become this quiet embarrassed child before the three people standing before her. Maybe it was because she didn't want to disappoint them. She had always longed to be the best, and be the best in their eyes. After a few moments she heard footsteps coming towards her but she didn't lift her head. She saw feet near her and then two fingers beneath her chin, lifting them up so her twinkling eyes looked into those of Remus.
"Catherine, we aren't mad with you, just a bit shocked. You have to understand how it is with me and Sirius with Severus. We never really got along and to get news like this from you. You are like are daughter I'm sure you know, and it's just...odd to hear such things from you." He spoke and then let a smile drift across his lips.
The girl just stood there before him, although never diverting her eyes from his own. After a few moments she launched herself forward into Remus's arms and placed her head on his shoulder. A wave of tears hit her and soaked through his robes. She felt his hands come up and brace her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. She had become an emotional wreck ever since the battle last year, as hard as she tried to hide it. She had a tendency to cry more then usual, yet she only did it around these three men.
A while passed before she finally pulled herself away from Remus and took a step backwards. Her pale hand came up to run beneath her eyes and get rid of the wetness that had gathered there. She noticed Draco was slightly smiling, but Sirius still had his lips firmly pressed together and his hard eyes locked on her. She immediately pulled her eyes away from his and let her hand fall down to her side.
"Don't tell anyone alright?" She asked softly, shifting her eyes upwards to look at Draco, more then anyone. He simply nodded his blonde head and reached his hand out. Within his fingers was the strap to her messenger bag, which ran down to the rest of the bag and her materials. She walked over to him and grabbed her bag, pulling it up over her shoulder and taking a few steps back.
"Of course we won't Cat." Remus said and walked over to Sirius, gently placing his fingers on his shoulder. Sirius let a sigh escape his lips and nodded a bit, before the two of them escorted themselves out of the empty room, leaving her and Draco behind.
"It's not going to happen again, I'll make sure of that." She said to Draco, her voice firm and stubborn now, the old her coming back now. She heard Draco laugh and she walked over to him, leaning against a table as she shifted her eyes up to his taller height.
"You know, he isn't that bad of a guy after a while. I understand how weird it was for you, but don't freak out on him." He said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her away from the table and out the doors.
It appeared everyone had settled down since the little fiasco and were now walking to their common rooms. As she walked past she heard a few whispers and she laughed at a few coming from friends. Draco kept his arm around her shoulders, and she felt him get a tighter grip and she wasn't sure why, until she looked before herself and saw Harry standing there. She immediately tried to pull free from Draco's grasp, but he held firm and didn't allow her loose.
"Catherine, calm down already. Harry won't tell anyone, he's smarter then that." Draco whispered and continued walking past Harry, allowing himself to smile towards the Gryffindor before Draco almost dragged Catherine back to the common rooms. She sighed and nodded as Draco finally reached the rooms and spoke the password.
Without arguing she continued to walk with him into the room and a few eyes shifted to them. She ignored them and walked up to the girls dormitory. It was empty at the moment and she sighed, dropping her bag next to her bed and flopping onto the top of the sheets. She inhaled deeply as her face was planted in her pillow and her feet kicked her shoes off. After a few moments she rolled onto her back and eventually sat up. She pushed herself off of the bed and got her pajamas, a pair of long pants and a baggy black t-shirt.
She changed into the clothes and pulled her hair back into a very tiny ponytail. She had pulled a pair of regular white socks on and jumped back into her bed, placing her wand on her nightstand beside herself. She then flopped back onto her bed, her hands resting lightly against the fabric above her stomach and she stared at the top of the canopy. Her mind was buzzing right now as she reached a hand up to rest along a bite mark on her neck. She sighed and rolled onto her side, biting her lip gently. Did she even remotely like Severus Snape? She continued to ask herself this question until she drifted off into a confused and unkind sleep.
She groaned softly as she felt as though someone was in the room. She rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes, letting them grow used to the light. She shifted them around and noticed a shrouded figure in the corner, barely moving except for the slight movement of its breath. She furrowed her eyebrows together and grabbed her wand, letting her feet fall to the side of the bed. Her socked feet padded lightly along the floor and she walked over to stand around 10 feet from the figure.
"Who are you?" She tried to ask the figure, tilting her head to the side and not yet filling the room with light from her wand. The figure moved slightly and she watched it turn around to face her, still in shadow. Confusion filled her features as she stared at the figure.
"If I told you, you would surely scream." The thing spoke in a raspy voice, and at that moment a pair of red vibrant eyes were visible. She stumbled back a step and just as she was about to speak a curse the thing launched itself at her.
She felt herself topple to the ground and just as she hit, she shot up from her bed in a cold sweat. She was sucking in air as if it were a new thing to her and she felt beads of sweat flowing down her back. A noise escaped from her mouth which sounded like a sob, but no tears fell from her eyes. She pushed herself from her bed and quickly grabbed her night robes, swinging them around her shoulders and made her way from the room.
The embers in the fire place were at their last moments and she walked over to one of the chairs there. Sure the room wasn't exactly a cozy place but she enjoyed it from time to time. She was staring into the flames as she thought the nightmare over and over again. It was a reoccurring dream. It had not been the first time she had heard that voice, felt that fear. She knew it couldn't have been Voldemort, she had had dreams about him before. The very thought of him sent a chill down her spine. Being such a young girl and a Death Eater, Voldemort had enjoyed her company on more then one occasion. She sighed and pulled her legs up onto the seat, reoccurring memories flashing through her mind. No that thing in her dreams was something else, something not right. Her head fell back to rest on the back of the chair as she looked to the dying embers. She needed to know what that creature was, and why he was plaguing her nights thoughts.