Chapter 15

Cate quickly scribbled down one last sentence onto her charms essay then shoved it inside her bag. It was late Friday night of the Easter break, and she had promised to do some work with The Order. The young woman picked up a notebook and left the dormitory for Professor McGonagall's office. Within five minutes, she had entered Grimmauld Place.

"Catherine, I'm glad you could make it." Tonks greeted her, "I thought you might be caught up with homework."

"Nah." Cate replied, sitting down in a chair at the kitchen table, "I've been finishing it pretty fast, as I've done the topics already."

"True." Charlie entered the kitchen as Tonks replied, an empty mug in his hand.

"Cate! I didn't know you were coming tonight." He placed the mug on the counter, then walked over to the table. "How are you?" The two hugged tightly.

"I'm pretty good, rather tired, but good."

"Glad to hear." Charlie smiled, "Do you know what we're working on this weekend?"

"No idea." Catherine replied, taking a muffin off the platter in the center of the table, then turning to Tonks; "What are we doing?"

"Well, from what I've heard, you're just here to hang out. Moody's going to come by tomorrow to look at your arm, but aside from that, there's nothing planned."

"Hmm." Cate yawned heavily, then stood up for the table. "I'm going to head off to beg. G'Night." She smiled and left the room.

Just as she closed her bedroom door, Cate heard the sound of Charlie walking down the hallway. Quickly, the eighteen-year-old (remember, she's a year ahead, and her birthday's in the middle of the year), changed into her pyjama's and picked up her toothbrush and left for the bathroom, nearly running into Charlie outside her door.

"Oh! Sorry!" She shrieked quietly, jumping up slightly. Charlie laughed softly, placing an arm around her and gently guiding her infront of him.

"Go ahead." He smiled, Cate smiled back, then entered the washroom and closed the door behind her.

As she brushed her teeth, Charlie floated into her mind, as he had been for the past few weeks at what seemed to be any moment that her mind drifted off, which had slightly shocked her. She had only known him for around eight months (they had met in late August), yet, they were already extremely close. Catherine quickly shook out of her trance, spat out her toothpaste and left the rom. Charlie grabbed her gently around the waist, pulling her into a hug.

"Have a good night." He whispered, kissing her on the head softly, then left for the washroom. Cate turned to her bedroom, closed the door, and flopped down onto the bed, pulling the blankets around her.

Warm sunlight shone through the gap in Catherine's curtains. Groaning heavily, the eighteen-year-old rolled over, looking at the clock.

"Eleven-forty-two." She muttered to herself, "Later than I thought." Cate threw the blankets off her body, and climbed out of bed. Within the next two minutes, she had thrown her hair up in a messy bun and had put on jeans, and a red tank-top. Pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Catherine headed down the stairs, into the kitchen.

"Morning." She mumbled, walking over to the fridge, getting a cup of juice and a muffin.

"Afternoon more like it." Charlie replied from the table where he sat with Lupin. Cate pulled out a chair with her foot and plopped down into it. Up until the three heard the front door open, the house was silent.

"Hello?" A rough voice called from the entrance hall.

"In the kitchen Alastor." Lupin called back. Moody clunked into the kitchen, pulling out a chair with his ragged hand.

"This the girl?" He asked, gesturing toward Cate.

"Yes." Lupin replied, "This is Catherine, Severus's daughter."

"Lovely to meet you." Moody greeted.

"You too." Cate responded, glancing over at Charlie, and questionable look on her face.

"Can I see this mark of yours?" The man asked, Catherine dropped her left arm onto the table, rotating it so he could see the entire mark. "Yup." He muttered, "This is definitely a rebirth of the dark mark." He looked up at Cate's face. "You say Snape did this to you?"

"Yes."

"I see." He paused for a moment, thinking, "So, any death eaters who have children, and are still actively involved with You-Know-Who, the Malfoy's for instance, have to be watched. Carefully. Catherine here could easily find out if the kids have the mark, arms covered or not." He smirked.

"Hey!" Cate shrieked , quickly pulling her arm off the table, away from him.

"I didn't say you needed to do anything."

"Alastor, please, keep on subject." Lupin ordered, not looking up from the Daily Prophet.

"Sorry." Moody muttered, "Well, just keep an eye out for the same mark on others. If it starts to burn horridly, ice it a bit, it might help. If not, deal with it." He stood up from his seat, "Reamus, I do believe we have some work to do."

"Ah, yes." The man stood up too, grabbing a traveling cloak and leaving with Moody.

"Is Tonks gone?" Cate asked her only companion at the time, Charlie.

"Yeah. She left this morning."

"Hmfhp." Was all the young woman could say through her muffin. She swallowed heavily. "Does this place have a tv?"

"I'm pretty sure there's one in the cupboard in the sitting room." Charlie responded, "Why?"

"I was thinking we could watch a movie or two. There isn't much else to do here."

"True." The young man drained the rest of his drink, "You done?" He asked Cate, she nodded, and the dishes vanished. "Now, how about tha movie?" Catherine smiled, following him into the sitting room.

Four movies and a decent supper later, Catherine lay on the couch, her head laying against Charlie's chest. The two were rather tired, and after a day of movies, had fallen asleep on the couch. When Lupin returned to Grimmauld Place, he only smiled, placing a blanket over them. He didn't want to bother waking them up.