Hello again! Firstly I would like to thank Lobo Diablo Lone Wolf for my first review!!! I got one! Hooray! Secondly, I now demand reviews from everyone else. I will update once a week (when I can) and since this is a pre-written story, I will occasionally to double updates! I hope you appreciate me!

Finally, a decision and a way of working out everything since FanFiction refuses to do italic and bold as I want it to. So, these are the symbols, remember them! (You'll be able to work everything out anyway!)

"Speech." 'Thought.' Usually followed by she/he thought/wondered/mused etc. ----Dream or vision---- These would be in italics, but alas! They won't work! Means a break in the story, or going into a dream or vision. Emphasised word. Thought-speech. This won't occur until later in the story, but never mind.

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Okay, on with my story...

Chapter 3 – The truth (Dedicated to Lobo Diablo! Thanks!)

The next day:

Kathryn woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was neat, but a little cluttered, with a lived-in look. She sat up and pulled on some clothes which her parents had conjured for her the previous night. She glanced in the mirror.

"Brush your hair, scruffy!" It ordered.

She sneered elegantly. "Shut up and mind your own business, shattery."

The mirror shut up.

Kathryn, who had always been grumpy and bad-tempered in the morning, groaned as she entered the breakfast room of the Leaky Cauldron, where her parents had been requested to spend the night by Dumbledore. She scowled at Jack, who had the day off and looked disgustingly cheerful.

"How are you today, Kit?" He asked.

She muttered something that sounded oddly like 'shove your head down a magical toilet, yes, and flush, several times'.

"Cheerful as always, I see." He grinned.

"Go away. Any orange juice?" Kathryn asked.

"Yes." He mother gestured to a jug.

Kathryn poured herself a glass and downed it. "Hot chocolate?"

Her mother pointed again.

Kathryn grabbed the steaming mug, taking a sip. "Ach, hot!" She exclaimed, blowing on it. Her second sip was perfect. "Ahh. Now give me a couple of minutes, and I'll be awake. When's Dumbledore arriving?"

"Professor Dumbledore, Kathryn." Her mother reproved.

"It's 'is name, isn't it? Geez!"

"As to the question, Miss Orenda, I'm already here."

Kathryn whipped round at the unfamiliar voice, placing her cup down and stepping into a guarding stance before she even registered the comment.

Then she groaned, picking up her hot chocolate again. "God, don't do that! I am not a morning person, I'm insane, and I have a black belt in several forms of martial arts, 'coz I know them in this world too. Not a good combination if you're gonna sneak up on someone."

"Now I understand why you were friends with Mr. Black." Dumbledore smiled, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Am, I can get on with him." Kathryn grinned, taking another sip of hot chocolate, her mood improving with every sip.

"I believe I'm here for a reason?"

"Yeah. I know pretty much everything major going on at Hogwarts. Only it's in, oh, about sixteen years time, and then I only know for five years. Okay?"

"You know other things too, I assume?"

"Oh, yeah, there's always back-story. But let me start. I'm Kathryn Orenda. Turns out that sometime in July, probably the thirty-first, 1975, Voldemort attacked me and left me in a coma for five years for unknown reasons. During those five years, I dream that I was born about seven years into the future, from now, I mean. I live for sixteen and half years there. The important bit. For about seven years, or so, I have known about, and read the Harry Potter books. These are set in the future of your world when Harry Potter finds out he's a wizard and toddles off to Hogwarts to learn his heritage. I know enough to recognise several characters in the school, and despise some of them, and a certain degree of back-story to go with it. I know the books practically cover to cover, not to mention a lot of the spells used in it. I also know some important things about certain people's future, but I know something else. I'm not in that future."

"You may be. But since it was you who saw this, your mind erased it."

"Oh no. Anyway, why did I see it? Do we have Seer blood in our family or something?"

"Not exactly." Olden replied.

"It's my side. We, the eldest daughters, have always had prophetic dreams. But most of us had no other powers, until I did. So when you were born, you were born to one of the most powerful pureblood families there is, and me, a Muggle-born with prophetic dreams."

"And a hell of a brain." Olden grinned. "I'm surprised you weren't a Ravenclaw."

"Too much bravery, and I'm not stuffy."

"You've got that right." Kathryn grinned. "But who's the guilty one? Where did I get the evil sadistic streak from?"

"Me!" And elderly voice said at the doorway.

"Avia!" Kathryn grinned, standing and rushing over to hug the woman.

"Avia? Not my name, I'm your grandmother." The woman looked at her sharply.

"Well, in my coma, my father's mother was always Avia. And you are identical to her. It's Latin for grandmother, you see." She smiled.

"Kathryn?"

"Yep! You're the one I get the evil streak from, eh? Should've known it was the pure side of the family, they keep bringing out pranksters!"

"You've met James and Sirius then?"

"Apparently I did before my coma, but I don't remember. But I have since. And I heard about them in my dream."

"You would." The woman showed no surprise at her granddaughter dreaming about them. "But I like it, Avia it is. But only to you."

Kathryn grinned. "Hah, Jack!" She poked out her tongue.

"So immature." He flapped a hand.

"I'm sure you've never been any different." Kathryn smirked, a brow raised.

Dumbledore smiled. "Coventina, welcome." He smiled.

"Coventina, isn't that Welsh for water goddess?" Kathryn frowned. They stared at her. "What? I liked having names with meanings for my stories. It made them more interesting. Coventina was one I came across."

"No, its just that so few people know that." Her mother frowned.

"Well, my name means pure maiden, but don't get excited. I've often been told I'm pure wickedness." She had a wicked grin on her face.

"It's also a corruption of the name Catherine, which also comes from Hecate, goddess of magic and witches." Avia grinned. "So, it's more appropriate in that sense."

"Definitely."

"How much can you tell us about the future, Kathryn?" Dumbledore asked.

"Plenty. But maybe I've given too much away. I don't know what'll happen if I try and change the future."

"You're exceptionally sensible."

"Yeah, dunno where I got that from."

"Why are you so worried?"

"Because in the future, Voledmort goes to kill the Potters and Harry's dad dies trying to protect his wife and child, and then L – I mean Harry's mother dies to protect him, the Killing Curse bounced back off Harry and Voldemort was shattered, defeated for fourteen years. The love that Harry's mother had to die for him protects him because it's the one thing Voldemort will never know, nor understand. It leaves Voldemort shattered, though not dead. It leaves Harry with a scar that warns him whenever Voldemort is near. Later, as Voldemort gets stronger, it provides a link – they enter each other's minds without normal Legilimency. Voldemort came 'back to life', I suppose, at the end of Harry's fourth year, when Barty Crouch – shoot!" Kathryn explained. "When a Death Eater posing as someone else turned something into a Portkey and transported Harry to a graveyard. Voldemort used Harry's blood – the blood of an enemy – to make his transformation. He said that the protection Harry's mother gave him would now reside within himself as well." Kathryn cocked her head. "But there's gotta be something more there. Want to know anything else?"

Dumbledore stared at her. "How many times did you read these books as they were?"

"Only about a thousand. Not to mention writing numerous fanfics on the 'Net."

"Fanfics? 'Net?"

"Fanfic is short for fan fiction. Basically it was kids, and some adults, but mostly teens, who wrote stories or scenes using characters and setting from another author's novel or books or a film or TV programme. The 'Net is short for the Internet which is a basically this web of information, and entertainment and all sorts. It's accessed using computers, which are a Muggle invention and are around now, but aren't near as advanced as what I am – was – used to. It was so good. And fun, some of the fics were really entertaining and the Harry Potter ones were an extreme hit."

"They were popular then?"

"Very. J. K. Rowling was one of the richest women in the country they were so popular. And the amount of hype over the fifth book – wow!"

"I trust you wish to become a witch?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I want to! I've always dreamed of having magical powers. I am not, however, going to enter anything lower than Sixth-year, I'm afraid. I'll do the OWLs if it kills me."

"Then lucky for you I have permission from the Ministry of Magic to begin teaching you. But first, we need to get the necessary equipment and uniform. Luckily for you, Sixth and Seventh-years don't have to wear uniform under their robes."

Kathryn grinned. "I'm gonna need some more clothes, but I want mine!"

"You'll soon learn Transfiguration and the rest of it." Elise grinned. "You need everything! At least we saved up!"

At that moment James and Sirius appeared, looking as disgustingly awake as Jack. Kathryn stared.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We thought we'd help you out. After all, you're going to need to know about important things." James told her.

"Like who James fancies." Sirius grinned.

"I know who James fancies. I expect the entire school knows. And Lily Evans will not go out with you until you deflate your ego." Kathryn informed him. "I mean, what's the point in hexing someone just because you're bored? And pranks? Make 'em funny, not dangerous. And think about someone else for a change, not yourself."

James looked affronted. "I do think about other people!"

"Not in front of Lily, I bet! You only think about how cool you must look and act!"

Sirius grinned. "Sounds about right. We're gonna have to tell you about other things though. Like secret passages. And the Room of Requirement. And our pranks."

"And you decided you'd say all of this in front of my parents, grandmother and the headmaster, why?"

"Because it's the school holidays and they can't do anything to us." Sirius grinned.

"But... actually, good point." Kathryn mused.

"Diagon Alley. Hope you've got your wallets, boys." Avia grinned.

"Mrs. Orenda! We didn't see you!" James smirked.

"Clearly. And how many times do I have to say it's Coventina?"

"Sorry."

"We are great admirers of yours." Sirius grinned. "You wrote the book on pranking. And we found it."

Kathryn looked at her grandmother slyly. "Oh, I have to know about this."

Avia grinned. "What can I say? It runs in the family."

Grinning, laughing, teasing, the company walked out the back of the pub and into the busy, bustling, wizarding street of Diagon Alley.

First they collected five years worth of books. Since Kathryn didn't yet know which subjects she'd be good at, she had all the books except those for Divination and Muggle Studies ("I don't care! I know Muggles and I don't want to know anything else about the future!" Kathryn yelled). They would collect her course books for her NEWTs at some other point in time, nearer the end of the month. For now they collected equipment she'd need anyway – cauldron, potions stores, telescope, quills, ink, paper. Also, Kathryn bought a diary that would automatically add more pages as she needed them, but never get any thicker. She planned to do a few spells on it once she learned how – she did not want people to read about her dreams and thoughts. It was attractive, crimson binding with her name embossed in gold, Celtic-style lettering.

Her parents bought her a beautiful Hawk Owl, which she named Horus, for the hawk-headed Egyptian god. They entered Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, where James, much to Kathryn's amusement, accused Sirius of being perverted for trying to spy on her as she changed. Kathryn heard the accusations and yells from her changing room with muffled laughter. When she re-emerged, the boys were talking about something else, though Sirius looked a little red.

"Wand then?" Kathryn asked her mother.

"Nope, lunch first." Her mother grinned.

Her father, Dumbledore, Jack, Avia and the younger siblings she'd met reappeared as they entered Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. There, Kathryn's mother informed them that they could have whatever they wanted for lunch, since it was a celebration for Kathryn's awakening.

"Chocolate sundae?" Kathryn asked with a grin. She was, and always would be, a chocoholic.

And when the ice creams arrived, she amazed everyone with her appetite.

"What? I haven't had chocolate in years and wizard chocolate? A definite yes." Kathryn grinned, eyes wide, but slowed down.

"Aww, gimme a bite, Kat." Sirius begged.

"No."

"Please?" He gave her the dreaded puppy-eyes.

She rolled her eyes. "Only if I can have some of yours."

Sirius nodded and scooped ice cream from her dish. Kathryn meanwhile nabbed some of his. However, James, and Jack, found it incredibly funny.

"What?" Kathryn demanded, her eyes wide.

"Flirt!" Jack accused. "I never thought I'd call you that!"

"And you never will!" Kathryn's eyes narrowed.

"Too bad I'm not seventeen." Sirius sighed wistfully, shooting daggers at them.

"And I don't know any curses yet." Kathryn snarled.

"Aww, come on, Kat, it was so obvious that he was flirting with you. And you flirted right back!" James laughed.

"Now listen, you son of a..." Kathryn hastily changed her wording. "You arrogant pig! I believe Sirius and I were friends before this. Had been for years. Which swiftly says, I cannot be flirting with him. All he did was ask for a bite of ice cream. It wasn't like we fed each other or anything!"

Sirius grinned. "Told you, mate, she's got a mouth on her."

"But I do remember Sirius commenting on another 'hot girl' at school." Elise teased, eyes dancing.

"Aww, Mum. He was just foolin'!"

Sirius grinned. "Actually, I meant it. But then hospitals do do funny things to my head."

"You do funny things to your head, but we will not go into those on a... Actually, what day is it?"

"Friday."

"On a Friday afternoon." Kathryn grinned.

"Something about that was laced with innuendo." Sirius scowled.

"Why, Sirius, when did you learn such a word as innuendo?"

"The same place you learned sarcasm."

"St. Helen's?"

"Hell."

"Oh, there. When did you learn about that?"

"I heard Voldemort was from there."

Kathryn grinned. "Old Moldyvort, eh? How is the crazed murderer?"

"Rising."

"Oh great. When did he start?"

"Officially? Um, 1977."

"Oh great, we've got another eight years to enjoy him." Kathryn groaned.

Everyone stared at her.

"What? I dreamed it, alright? Jeez!"

"I think it's time to go to Ollivanders'." Olden decided.

"Yes!"

They left the ice cream parlour, several going their own separate ways.

Kathryn, James, Sirius and her parents entered Ollivanders' wand shop with a feeling of ease and light-headedness.

Mr. Ollivander appeared.

"Ah, Miss Orenda. So you've finally appeared."

"Yeah. I woke up."

"As I can see. Which is your wand arm?"

"Right."

"Measurements then." The magical measuring tape whipped out and began taking her measurements while a quill recorded them.

"Hm, unusual, okay, rosewood and phoenix feather, nine inches." Ollivander handed her a wand.

She took it and felt nothing. She gave a wave. A lamp blew up. "I don't think its compatible."

"Never mind. Hm, perhaps this. Maple wood, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches."

She waved that. The pieces of shattered lamp began to explode into smaller pieces.

"Definitely not!" Ollivander stated, grabbing it away again.

After trying about a hundred more wands, Ollivander paused over one.

"Maybe, but it's so old. And such an unusual core... All the same..." He pulled it out and gave it to Kathryn.

Instantly she felt a rush of heat and magic fill her being. She waved it, the shattered remains of damaged objects mended magically.

"Yes, yes, but how strange. How very strange." Ollivander frowned.

"What's strange?" Kathryn asked, nearly grinning at her nearly copying Harry Potter's words and actions in the wand shop.

"That is a singularly unique wand, Miss Orenda. It is old, very old, crafted by one of my ancestors. And it contains a highly unusual core – a feather from the head of a griffin. It is twelve inches long, but uses a very special wood, oak."

"But oak's common, isn't it?" Kathryn frowned.

"It was has magical properties, as does any wood, but oak when teamed with such a powerful core is immensely powerful. You must be destined for great things, Miss Orenda."

"Yeah, yeah, as you'll tell some other poor soul sixteen years from now. How much?"

"Ten galleons."

Olden paid the man and they left.

"Okay, what now? I've got all my stuff. Even dress robes."

"How about we go clothes shopping for Muggle clothes? You seem to prefer them."

"Yeah. And what's with the dress robes? We got a ball or something?"

"Ah, but if you have, I can't tell you." Her mother grinned.

As they passed through Diagon Alley again, whispers followed Kathryn. She felt herself shrink into her family and friends' grasp.

"Why do they keep looking at me?"

"Probably this morning's Daily Prophet. You're a sign of hope, Kat. Besides, everyone wanted to know if you were okay. They'll love you at school." James explained.

"Great." She rolled her eyes as she caught sight of the headline: Kathryn Orenda: Finally Awake!

While the boys left, Kathryn and her mother entered Muggle London for a shopping spree.

Kathryn observed that not all 80s fashion was bad, and found some things that were positively 2003. And she knew she could modify what she felt needed it. When her mother and she looked at 'evening wear' though, she baulked.

"Those dresses are awful! I'll sew my own if I have to!" Kathryn announced.

"I'm guessing the evening wear you're used to, and like, is a little different?"

"Yes. I mean, I always liked medieval-influenced styles, or the Victorian and Edwardian influenced styles, but they were modern too. These though... I don't like them!"

"Fine. You can learn to transfigure them, eventually. Come on." Her mother dragged her to other counters. Including cosmetics and jewellery.

Kathryn grinned. "You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?"

"Of course! My other daughters are all just a little young. After all, Leila's only eleven. She likes shopping but she can't go as long."

Kathryn laughed. "So you're a shopoholic too?"

"Yes. One of my faults. I like to buy." Elise Orenda grinned.

"Me too. Love to buy, but hate to spend. It could be very difficult."

"I know."

They continued shopping and re-entered the wizarding world, dumping their bags in their rooms. They then proceeded to shop in the wizarding world. When they met up with the others they were amazed (Avia had joined them when they got back into the wizarding world).

"Merlin, how much did you buy?" Sirius wanted to know.

"This is only the stuff we bough in Diagon Alley. After our trip to Muggle London." Kathryn grinned.

James grinned. "It's funny. I can't help it." He answered when everyone stared at him. He pointed to the three women. "Maiden, Mother, Crone."

Kathryn grinned. "Yes, James, but then I can go, wise man," she pointed to Dumbledore, "kind man," she pointed to her father, "idiot." She pointed to James.

"Not funny."

"Neither is calling Avia a crone. Especially when she doesn't look much older than thirty-five."

"Avia?"

"Latin for grandmother. It's my name, you can't use it!" She stuck her tongue out.

"That's the stuff, Neptis." Avia cried.

Kathryn stared. "Neptis?"

"Didn't I tell you? I called you the Latin for granddaughter. You were my first one, and it has always been my nickname for you."

"And that's where I get the obsession for Latin from." Kathryn grinned.

"Know any spells yet, Kat?" Sirius asked.

She pulled out her elegant wand and placed her bags on the floor. With a careful swish and flick, she incanted: "Wingardium leviosa!"

They were amazed when each of the bags began to float.

"You were saying, Sirius?"

They laughed at the girl's clear talent and went back into the Leaky Cauldron, and then to their own homes (well, Sirius stayed with the Potters).

Over the summer, Kathryn worked furiously hard on her academics. She learnt all she needed to in the miraculous time of three weeks and then sat her OWLs independently, gaining eleven, all Os, after being told she had to do Muggle Studies and Divination anyway. She failed Arithmancy. Everyone was amazed. Of course the fact that she promptly slept for three days straight explained a lot – she'd barely slept during the action packed month. Finally she picked up her course books and needed equipment for her chosen subjects – Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions (Yeurgh!) and Herbology, along with Auror Studies, which taught rarer magic and skills and was only open to top students interested in becoming Aurors or needing those talents.

She knew she was going to get some stick at school for her obvious talent, but didn't care.

Finally it was the last night before the train left, and Kathryn fell asleep in the Leaky Cauldron, her friends nearby, happy to be who she was at last.

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