McGonagall looked down at her. "Fighting is not permitted within these walls, young lady." To Severus, she said, "I'll take care of this." Snape nodded and walked out. Minerva's eyes twinkled. "Did you really hurt him?"

Kat grinned. "Blood everywhere!"

"Boy got what he deserved." McGonagall stopped smiling. "Now, I'll assume you've learned your lesson and won't do it again. You may leave."

Kat went to leave, but stopped, resting her hand on on the handle. "Oh, Professer, I got a letter from Lucious Malfoy, basically saying that he is and always will be a Death Eater."

McGonagall looked shocked and nodded.

Kat opened the door and left, heading back to her common room. She walked towards the portrait, and there was Fred, waiting for her. He took her hand, bit she pulled it away. She had bruised her knuckles while punching Malfoy. Fred looked down at her, confused. "I kind of punched Malfoy and hurt my hand while doing it."

His eyes opened wide. "You punched him?" Kat nodded, a smile coming over her face. "Did you at least knock him out?"

"Nah…I just broke his nose, maybe." At Fred's disappointed look, she laughed. "Don't worry, he was bleeding everywhere, just look at my robe! He must've gotten his blood all over the place." She turned to the portrait. "Cookamunga." The portrait swung open and they stepped inside.

Once they walked in, everyone started asking questions about her nightmare and the fight.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I…excuse me!" She pushed through the crowd and up the stairs, getting more and more uneasy by the second. Once inside her dorm, she flung herself down on her bed. "I can't do this, too many people."

Fred smiled from the doorway. "Then maybe you can handle just one person." She jumped a bit and he walked over to sit next to her. "You're a very jumpy person, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, when you get letters from Voldemort's supporters, you've got the right to be jumpy." She handed him the letter. As he read it, she pulled out her CD player. She unplugged her headphones and instead attached speakers. "Makes ya wonder who raised the guy." She pushed the play button and nodded her head to the music.

Fred finished reading. "You seem to be taking this lightly, playing that muggle music."

Kat sat down and rested against him. "Helps me relax. And besides, after Blondie Boy owls his dear daddy, I'll probably get a letter saying, 'oh, sorry, screw you' ya know?" She was practically spitting. He laughed and she turned to look at him. "Well…maybe I'm a bit frustrated."

"Only a bit?" She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. He pulled back, smiling. "Now, what were you going to say?"

She shook her head. "It's not important anymore." She kissed him again.

"Miss Riddle! Mister Weasley!" Came a stern voice from the doorway. They jumped apart. More like Kat jumped, and Fred just sat there. McGonagall glared at them. "You two should know better!"

Kat reached over and turned off her music. "Know better than what? Steph and George are always making out in the common room." Fred laughed at this and got a glare in return.

"Well, they may be, erm, 'making out', but they don't in empty dorm rooms."

"Point taken."

"Alright then, no snogging in the dorms," Fred said.

McGonagall gave them a final look over and left. Kat burst out laughing. "'Snogging'? I am so American!"

Fred laughed. "So let's say we go down and continue our little 'make out' session?" He stood up and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Kat shrugged him off and started searching her room. "I've got some homework due for Snape on Monday, I should get to work on it."

Fred stiffened. "Alright. I've got some homework to do too. Meet you down there in twenty." He left before she responded. She looked up from under her bed to watch him leave. As soon as he was out, she dove back under. She found her potions book and stood up, but George was standing in the doorway.

"Hey George!" Kat smiled.

George had a dark expression on his face. "I can see right through your little act. Everyone else is just too blind to see it." He glared before plodding on, not letting her speak. "You pretended to be some innocent mudblood Slytherin. Won everyone over with that display against Draco. You suddenly find out that your dear old dad is none other that Voldemort. You trick Dumbledore into changing your house and you just happen to become one of us. Everyone accepts it, that old hat put you here, so you must belong, right? I see through it all. One day, you'll call up dad to pay everyone here a visit. I swear to god Riddle, that if you harm anyone in my family, or Steph, heck, if you hurt anyone here, I will kill you." He glared for a moment before turning to leave.

"If my 'dear old dad' does pay a visit, and he hurts anyone, with the exception of the entire Slytherin house, I'll kill him myself." She spun George around. "I care too must about everyone her to let anything happen to them." She stared, her face hard. After a moment, it softened. "And while you're all for killing, lay off the freaky flakes, okay? You're more paranoid than usual."

George walked back into his dorm and noticed Fred looking around for something. Lee Jordan was snoring, still asleep in his bed. "What are you looking for?"

Fred glanced up. "Oh, hey George. Have you seen Kat's copy of Hogwarts, A History? I borrowed it from her last night and I can't find it anywhere."

George thought for a moment. He knew where it was, but he wasn't going to tell Fred that. "Nope." He'd shrunken it and it was now sitting in the bottom of his pocket. "Fred, buddy, you've changed. And it's all her doing."

"I haven't changed a bit." Fred lifted his mattress, still looking for the book. No luck.

"Yes, you have."

"No I haven't!"

"When was the last time the infamous Weasley Twins played a joke on someone? And besides, she's the daughter of Voldemort! When he pays a little visit to see her, life here is going to be hell."

"Geez, George. You're freaking me out. And it's not like he can just waltz right in here and kill us all in our sleep."

George scowled and mumbled under his breath, "Just watch me…" He walked away, leaving a perplexed Fred and snoring Lee Jordan.

Author's Note: I wrote this story, like, two years ago. My writing's matured a lot since then, and I don't plan to be adding on to this any time soon unless I get an overwhelming response. If you want to read a good story, I suggest you take a look at my other stories, more specifically, Blood is Thicker than Water. Drop me a line at my email or my AIM (SoCal Dreame) if you really want to persuade me.