Chapter One: Life Renewed
Kit Clivelle yawned loudly, brushing a soft curl from her eye and sitting up in bed. She heard a faint shuffling, probably Kylie Newhouse, her roomate. Today was just another ordinary day she would have to spend at the orphanage.
"Get up you lazy bum!" Kit shrieked as her friend jumped on her, trying to wake her up. She opened her eyes and met his piercing gold gaze. "Madam Link won't wait all day to serve breakfast!"
Kit groaned and tried to push him off. He didn't budge, instead he just stared, his eyes laughing.
"Derek! Get off of me!" Kit glowered at him, trying to make him move still, "You'll be in a heap of trouble if Madam Link sees you in our room!"
Derek laughed and put one his hands to her cheek. Kit was shocked, he'd never done anything like this before. Of course, she remebered, she had a certain irresistible charm...
" Derek, please get off, I can't breathe!" Kit looked at him pleadingly. Still no movement, he just continued to stare at her face. Kit decided on what she had to do. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..."
She brought up her legs until her knees were tightly wedged between them. Then, she put up her feet to his stomach and kicked. He went sprawling onto the floor. She couldn't help but giggle as he looked up at her angrily.
"That hurt, you prat!" He stood up and rubbed his back, "I'm sorry, but you didn't have to kick me in my stomach!"
"How else was I going to get you off of me, then?" Kit asked, finally getting up off the bed.
The blonde sighed and scratched his head. He jumped as Kylie came out of her bed, groaning from lack of sleep. She walked past Derek and her silver eyes got wide. She backed up and stared at him, horrified.
"W-What are you doing here?! We'll be in serious trouble if---"
Kit ran and slapped a hand over Kylie's mouth, holding it there. She gave her a muffled cuss out.
"Derek, GO!" Kit yelled, watching Derek run from the room. She let off her hand, "Get ready, I don't want to explain..."
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Madam Link stared at Kylie and Kit, who were eating quietly for once. She was a short, dumpy witch with white hair, always in a tightly drawn bun. Even though she was very harsh, they all cared for her deeply. Kit decided that maybe she should hurry faster, she wanted to have time to play Quidditch. Kit glared as Derek Kingston came over, holding his tray out in front of him. He had a soft red blush to his cheeks.
" Kit, I-I'm very sorry about that... I didn't realize-"
"It's alright Derek, I know it was my fault." Kit sighed and scooted down to give him room to sit on the wooden bench.
"So, are you two still up for some Quidditch? I just went into Hogsmeade to buy a new broom and gear. I got you one Kit... for your birthday tomorrow."
Kit smiled innocently at him and fluttered her long black eyelashes.
"Couldn't by any chance be that Cygnus that was just ordered from Calcutta?" Kit asked innocently, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
Kylie stood, clearing her throat. Kit and Derek both grabbed their trays, following her to the kitchenette behind the cafeteria. After dumping them into the bubbly sink, Kit and Kylie both went to their dorms to pick up their gear.
" Hurry up! Madam is starting tutoring in two hours, Derek has to go early, too!" Kylie exclaimed, brushing her short red hair quickly.
Kit grabbed her black Quidditch gear, and went into her bathroom. She stared into the wide mirror, grabbing her toothbrush. She brushed fastly, smiling big to inspect them thoroughly.
Kit had a peculiar secret to her. She was a Bewitcher, an alluring, talented, magical being. Bewitcher's are born from a veela and a vampire. They have three special characteristics about them; they have a unique feature, one of their very own, Kit's was the fact that she had long luxurious purple ringlets; they had eyes that changed to match their mood; (They would turn red for anger, light sparkling blue for happiness, bright and vivid gold for excited and anxious, a deep misty gray when they felt sad and empty, bright green for embaressment, and light purple for calmness and love.) and they all have a black faery birthmark on their upper thigh.
All Bewitchers have three special powers. They can read minds at will, teleport from one area to another, and "Bewitch". To bewitch is simply being able to do extraordinary magic of all kinds of magic with your mind, and only Bewitcher's can do it. Kit was already showing signs of having powerful mind powers, far more than any simple spell or potion can do.
Of course, like everything else in the world, it has many downsides. At times of extreme emotion, they cannot control their magic and will accidently use their powers. A Bewitcher's initial identification is the fact that all men fall for them instantly, the only way to distinguish true love from infatuation is to sing the "Bewitcher's Song".
"Kit hurry up in there you slow little snail! Derek's getting shifty out here!" Kylie yelled impatiently.
Kit pulled on her black gauntlet pads and attached them quickly. She looked in the mirror, light purple eyes staring back. She brushed her hair up into a neat ponytail and ran out, carrying her black robes.
"Finally! C'mon, we have about an hour left to play half pop." Derek said, handing Kit her new broom.
Kit squealed with delight, running her gloved hand over the sleek maroon mahogany. The twigs were clipped perfectly, a pale yellow, the end of the handle had the words Cygnus Five-Eighty painted on in loopy gold letters. Kit threw her arms around him.
"Thank you!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving him blushing as they all ran out to the break field.
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"Aright you smarms!" Derek said to the other orphans as Kit and Kylie tried not to laugh," This is how half pop works: there are four to six people who pass this here Quaffle around the break field and through the obstacle course; then, the Carrier will shoot it through the tree's loop branch and Kit, that pretty little purple head over there, will act as a Keeper, defending the loop!"
Derek walked up and down the field, where he had the others lined up military style. Kylie and Kit were still choking back laughs when he stopped in front of a tiny nine-year-old, who was quivering nervously.
"You, you'll be Carrier, and the others will be your Protector's." Derek said in a false general tone," Me and Kylie over there are going to be trying to steal the Quaffle from all of you and shoot it at the swings. That's pretty much it!"
The six orphans picked up their brooms and mounted, flying up and hovering. Kylie threw Derek his Nimbus and watched him fly over them. Kit was already in the air, flying at breakneck speed to her post, swerving around to face them all.
"On my mark..." Kylie raised the Quaffle up and threw it high, signaling the start. She hopped on her broom and sped upwards as Sean Murray, the Carrier, seized the Quaffle.
Sean passed it to his sister, Alexia, as he went through one of the obstacle hoops, nearly colliding with a tree. She sped over a branch and flew through the next four hoops easily, tossing the ball back to another player. He shot up and dived down beside Sean, handing him the Quaffle as Derek rammed him. Sean lost his balance and twirled upside down, dropping it.
Francine Killington seized it, swooping under Kylie and heading towards the loop. Sean sped forward and grabbed the Quaffle, lobbing it perfectly straight at the loop. Kit shot over, capturing it upside down.
" Ooh! Nice try guys!" Kit smirked and threw it as hard as she could, sending it all the way to Kylie, who was soaring above the others.
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A/N: The reason they play this way is because the orphanage doesn't allow proper Quidditch, they deemed it far too dangerous! Oh, and I'll be switching to another more, familar POV now!
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Harry grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand haphazardly, knocking the small lamp over. He placed them on the bridge of his small nose, yawning loudly.
"Any second now..." He mumbled quietly, listening for--
"WAKE UP!" Came the horribly banshee shriek of his evil er--delightful, aunt.
Harry tossed the thin scratchy sheet aside, swinging his legs over the bed onto the floor. Turning on the light, he shook his head sleepily.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Boomed a voice that shook the two-story house violently.
Harry opened the door cautiously and hobbled drowsily down the stairs. He stepped into the kitchen, spotting a small zooming gray object and a purple faced Vernon. Harry would've laughed at seeing his uncle, resembling a steaming fuschia teapot, being circled by a small fluffy snitch. That would be, if he wasn't grasping a large roll of parchment labled "To Harry".
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU---"Vernon was cut off as the small owl hit his head. Petunia scowled as it hit the floor.
"Can I have my letter?" Harry asked, watching Pig fly back up. "It's probably from Sirius..."
Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, then white. This reminded Harry somewhat of Christmas lights...
"TAKE IT! AND THAT BLOODY OWL!" He roared, spraying the floor with spit. He shoved it at Harry, eyeing him evilly.
Harry looked at the barely legible scrawl. Running back up the stairs, he unrolled it, Pig flying rampantly behind. He opened his door, closed it, and jumped on his bed.
"Harry,
I have both good and bad news. The good news is that Dumbledore has agreed to allow you to reside there, at Hogwarts. Only if, though, you watch after your cousin. You see, that's the bad news. You have a cousin, quite distant actually, who is currently residing in an orphanage. Her parents, your father's sister and her husband, died mysteriously. Her name is Katherine Clivelle, and she is a Bewitcher. Dumbledore will be arriving tomorrow, on her 15 birthday, to take you to meet her.
Sirius"
Harry sat wide-eyed. He had a cousin? A cousin!? And what the hell was a Bewitcher?
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Kit Clivelle yawned loudly, brushing a soft curl from her eye and sitting up in bed. She heard a faint shuffling, probably Kylie Newhouse, her roomate. Today was just another ordinary day she would have to spend at the orphanage.
"Get up you lazy bum!" Kit shrieked as her friend jumped on her, trying to wake her up. She opened her eyes and met his piercing gold gaze. "Madam Link won't wait all day to serve breakfast!"
Kit groaned and tried to push him off. He didn't budge, instead he just stared, his eyes laughing.
"Derek! Get off of me!" Kit glowered at him, trying to make him move still, "You'll be in a heap of trouble if Madam Link sees you in our room!"
Derek laughed and put one his hands to her cheek. Kit was shocked, he'd never done anything like this before. Of course, she remebered, she had a certain irresistible charm...
" Derek, please get off, I can't breathe!" Kit looked at him pleadingly. Still no movement, he just continued to stare at her face. Kit decided on what she had to do. "I'm sorry if I hurt you..."
She brought up her legs until her knees were tightly wedged between them. Then, she put up her feet to his stomach and kicked. He went sprawling onto the floor. She couldn't help but giggle as he looked up at her angrily.
"That hurt, you prat!" He stood up and rubbed his back, "I'm sorry, but you didn't have to kick me in my stomach!"
"How else was I going to get you off of me, then?" Kit asked, finally getting up off the bed.
The blonde sighed and scratched his head. He jumped as Kylie came out of her bed, groaning from lack of sleep. She walked past Derek and her silver eyes got wide. She backed up and stared at him, horrified.
"W-What are you doing here?! We'll be in serious trouble if---"
Kit ran and slapped a hand over Kylie's mouth, holding it there. She gave her a muffled cuss out.
"Derek, GO!" Kit yelled, watching Derek run from the room. She let off her hand, "Get ready, I don't want to explain..."
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Madam Link stared at Kylie and Kit, who were eating quietly for once. She was a short, dumpy witch with white hair, always in a tightly drawn bun. Even though she was very harsh, they all cared for her deeply. Kit decided that maybe she should hurry faster, she wanted to have time to play Quidditch. Kit glared as Derek Kingston came over, holding his tray out in front of him. He had a soft red blush to his cheeks.
" Kit, I-I'm very sorry about that... I didn't realize-"
"It's alright Derek, I know it was my fault." Kit sighed and scooted down to give him room to sit on the wooden bench.
"So, are you two still up for some Quidditch? I just went into Hogsmeade to buy a new broom and gear. I got you one Kit... for your birthday tomorrow."
Kit smiled innocently at him and fluttered her long black eyelashes.
"Couldn't by any chance be that Cygnus that was just ordered from Calcutta?" Kit asked innocently, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
Kylie stood, clearing her throat. Kit and Derek both grabbed their trays, following her to the kitchenette behind the cafeteria. After dumping them into the bubbly sink, Kit and Kylie both went to their dorms to pick up their gear.
" Hurry up! Madam is starting tutoring in two hours, Derek has to go early, too!" Kylie exclaimed, brushing her short red hair quickly.
Kit grabbed her black Quidditch gear, and went into her bathroom. She stared into the wide mirror, grabbing her toothbrush. She brushed fastly, smiling big to inspect them thoroughly.
Kit had a peculiar secret to her. She was a Bewitcher, an alluring, talented, magical being. Bewitcher's are born from a veela and a vampire. They have three special characteristics about them; they have a unique feature, one of their very own, Kit's was the fact that she had long luxurious purple ringlets; they had eyes that changed to match their mood; (They would turn red for anger, light sparkling blue for happiness, bright and vivid gold for excited and anxious, a deep misty gray when they felt sad and empty, bright green for embaressment, and light purple for calmness and love.) and they all have a black faery birthmark on their upper thigh.
All Bewitchers have three special powers. They can read minds at will, teleport from one area to another, and "Bewitch". To bewitch is simply being able to do extraordinary magic of all kinds of magic with your mind, and only Bewitcher's can do it. Kit was already showing signs of having powerful mind powers, far more than any simple spell or potion can do.
Of course, like everything else in the world, it has many downsides. At times of extreme emotion, they cannot control their magic and will accidently use their powers. A Bewitcher's initial identification is the fact that all men fall for them instantly, the only way to distinguish true love from infatuation is to sing the "Bewitcher's Song".
"Kit hurry up in there you slow little snail! Derek's getting shifty out here!" Kylie yelled impatiently.
Kit pulled on her black gauntlet pads and attached them quickly. She looked in the mirror, light purple eyes staring back. She brushed her hair up into a neat ponytail and ran out, carrying her black robes.
"Finally! C'mon, we have about an hour left to play half pop." Derek said, handing Kit her new broom.
Kit squealed with delight, running her gloved hand over the sleek maroon mahogany. The twigs were clipped perfectly, a pale yellow, the end of the handle had the words Cygnus Five-Eighty painted on in loopy gold letters. Kit threw her arms around him.
"Thank you!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving him blushing as they all ran out to the break field.
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"Aright you smarms!" Derek said to the other orphans as Kit and Kylie tried not to laugh," This is how half pop works: there are four to six people who pass this here Quaffle around the break field and through the obstacle course; then, the Carrier will shoot it through the tree's loop branch and Kit, that pretty little purple head over there, will act as a Keeper, defending the loop!"
Derek walked up and down the field, where he had the others lined up military style. Kylie and Kit were still choking back laughs when he stopped in front of a tiny nine-year-old, who was quivering nervously.
"You, you'll be Carrier, and the others will be your Protector's." Derek said in a false general tone," Me and Kylie over there are going to be trying to steal the Quaffle from all of you and shoot it at the swings. That's pretty much it!"
The six orphans picked up their brooms and mounted, flying up and hovering. Kylie threw Derek his Nimbus and watched him fly over them. Kit was already in the air, flying at breakneck speed to her post, swerving around to face them all.
"On my mark..." Kylie raised the Quaffle up and threw it high, signaling the start. She hopped on her broom and sped upwards as Sean Murray, the Carrier, seized the Quaffle.
Sean passed it to his sister, Alexia, as he went through one of the obstacle hoops, nearly colliding with a tree. She sped over a branch and flew through the next four hoops easily, tossing the ball back to another player. He shot up and dived down beside Sean, handing him the Quaffle as Derek rammed him. Sean lost his balance and twirled upside down, dropping it.
Francine Killington seized it, swooping under Kylie and heading towards the loop. Sean sped forward and grabbed the Quaffle, lobbing it perfectly straight at the loop. Kit shot over, capturing it upside down.
" Ooh! Nice try guys!" Kit smirked and threw it as hard as she could, sending it all the way to Kylie, who was soaring above the others.
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A/N: The reason they play this way is because the orphanage doesn't allow proper Quidditch, they deemed it far too dangerous! Oh, and I'll be switching to another more, familar POV now!
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Harry grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand haphazardly, knocking the small lamp over. He placed them on the bridge of his small nose, yawning loudly.
"Any second now..." He mumbled quietly, listening for--
"WAKE UP!" Came the horribly banshee shriek of his evil er--delightful, aunt.
Harry tossed the thin scratchy sheet aside, swinging his legs over the bed onto the floor. Turning on the light, he shook his head sleepily.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Boomed a voice that shook the two-story house violently.
Harry opened the door cautiously and hobbled drowsily down the stairs. He stepped into the kitchen, spotting a small zooming gray object and a purple faced Vernon. Harry would've laughed at seeing his uncle, resembling a steaming fuschia teapot, being circled by a small fluffy snitch. That would be, if he wasn't grasping a large roll of parchment labled "To Harry".
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU---"Vernon was cut off as the small owl hit his head. Petunia scowled as it hit the floor.
"Can I have my letter?" Harry asked, watching Pig fly back up. "It's probably from Sirius..."
Uncle Vernon's face turned purple, then white. This reminded Harry somewhat of Christmas lights...
"TAKE IT! AND THAT BLOODY OWL!" He roared, spraying the floor with spit. He shoved it at Harry, eyeing him evilly.
Harry looked at the barely legible scrawl. Running back up the stairs, he unrolled it, Pig flying rampantly behind. He opened his door, closed it, and jumped on his bed.
"Harry,
I have both good and bad news. The good news is that Dumbledore has agreed to allow you to reside there, at Hogwarts. Only if, though, you watch after your cousin. You see, that's the bad news. You have a cousin, quite distant actually, who is currently residing in an orphanage. Her parents, your father's sister and her husband, died mysteriously. Her name is Katherine Clivelle, and she is a Bewitcher. Dumbledore will be arriving tomorrow, on her 15 birthday, to take you to meet her.
Sirius"
Harry sat wide-eyed. He had a cousin? A cousin!? And what the hell was a Bewitcher?
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