Chapter 3 the unknown history
Harry walked into her room. The room was a nice size room; she had painted it black with this red trim. Harry saw these different kind of bands some wizard bands and some to his surprise where muggle bands. She also had these two huge book cases full of different books. She was sitting at her desk, which next to it was a stack of more posters and a guitar. She looked at him as she sat back down.
"You have come here to say you're sorry for the way she acted huh?" Kira said point to a couch across from her bed.
"No I have come here to find out more about us. I mean our relation. I want to know what my childhood was like before they died." Harry said sitting on the couch.
"I don't remember much either Sweetie. If I did I would tell you all." She got up and pulled out a picture book and handed to him. "This should give you information about my past. Please bring it back. I will be finishing out my school years at Hogwarts. Then we will go after the man who killed our family." She was looking away and Harry needed to change the subject.
"Your band, tell me about them please." Harry said as she walked over and picked up a rolled up poster and unrolled it for him. There were four people on it, three females and one male. One had this dirty blonde hair with pink ends and these green eyes; she had the look of a model. The male had this look of a brother looking over his sister; he had black hair that fell just below his ears, Harry though that might not be person to mess with. Then two females with black hair and piercing brown eyes, one looked like she had some Asian in her; the different between the hairs of these two girls was one looked blue in the light and the other one kept hers in light breads. They all had on black clothing with some jeweler on them. And as if written in blood over top of them was the name of the band THE INNOCENT KILLERS.
"I'm the one with braids. Catzi is the other one with black hair. DK is the only male and Roxy is the only one left. We have one CD out and another one being worked on now." Kira said rolling it up and handing it to him. "Here put it up. I'll get you a CD soon." Harry left with the book and the poster and went back to his room. He still hadn't asked her what the symbol on her door meant. At dinner the whole gang was sitting in one room. Kira had a note book writing something down, Harry smiled as Lupin and her talked about what was to happen the next day when they where all to go and get their new school books. Later that night Kira was sitting in the dinning room softly singing to her self. Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing she had such an angel like voice. The house was so still around them that he could hear every word.
"The knife is placed in my hand by hate. I stare into his brown eyes. His stare back into mine. I lick my lips. Everything is so cold and dry. Yet not. The storm ranges within us. And out side of us. The lighting dance over head. The thunder claps the lighting one. The rain pours over us. It's so warm… It would be so easy to take the knife and put his hand on it. And show him where it hurts the most. I try my best to fight back to tears. My storm is slowly building up speed and strength. My brave soul comes up. I take a deep breath and look at my arm. My soul mate brother name craved into my arm. She is died as well. Left him for drugs and booze. He reaches out and touches the knife hate had given me. He pushes it off my hand and pulls me close to him. He hold me in a way no word could ever say. We stare at each other for what seem like for ever. We finally touch for the first time ever in our lives. Both nearly pushed to our edge by war. Both thrown our of our families. Both crying as the storm stops. We both love each other more then words can say. Two different worlds. Yet the same. I love him." She stops and looked at Harry and smiles. "The name of it is Storm. I wrote it."
She looked smiled at him. She got up and kissed his cheek. "Good night Harry Potter." Harry watched her as she walked away. She had left a pieces of paper on the couch, Harry picked up and it opened to say "The symbol on my door mean Love." Harry quickly looked up the stairs, his jaw dropped.