A/N: I know it has taken me ages to post this chapter, but I kind of got stuck, then I wrote from School to the Grave, and well by the time I get on line, and get the music set up to listen to while I write, and by the time I watch the music videos a million times I'm just to tired to really write. Oh and before I forget. When you hit the POV change to Kat, you kind of have to rewind. What's happening to her is going on at the same time the rest of this stuff is.

Disclaimer: Please not this is set during Paul Revere's Ride. (click clack click clack) (Paul Revere) The British are coming. The British are coming. (Person) You there, do you know who wrote Harry Potter, was it some one named Luna32? (Paul Rever) Are you daft man? It was JK Rowling. I don't even know how I know this because they haven't been born yet. And by the time they are I'll be dead. (Person) Thank you. (click clack click clack)

"Oh my god," exclaimed Madam Pomfrey. "What happened to her?" Professor Mcgonagall had just entered the hospital wing, followed by a girl lying unconscious, if not dead, on a stretcher that was floating. She was also followed by Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Tonks (the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher) Professor Sprout, and Professor Slughorn. "I knew it, I just knew it. I always told Dumbledore that quidditch was too dangerous to play, and now look what's happened! A student's dead."

"Poppy," cried Professor Mcgonagall, "calm down. She's not dead, but she is badly hurt, and needs attention admittedly."

"Well what the bloody hell happened to her," Madam Pomfrey demanded, eyes blazing.

Professor Mcgonagall frowned. "Well we really don't know what happened to her. One minute she wasn't there, and the next she was just falling from the sky. Honest to god Poppy, no one saw her. She just fell."

Madam Pomfrey looked like she was ready to kill Professor Mcgonagall, but instead turned her eye to Harry. "Potter what's wrong with you," she barked.

"Broken arm," he replied.

"Well then sit down, Minerva bring the girl over and put her on a bed, Granger get some water, Weasley get some rags, as for the rest of you," she turned her gaze to everyone else. "GET OUT!" There was some shuffling nose as the water and rags were brought to Madam Pomfrey, and as people filed out of the room. Professor Mcgonagall transferred the girl to one of the hospital beds, and Madam Pomfrey started examining her. "Four to five broken ribs, bad hit to head, possible concussion, numerous scratches, broken arm, whiplash. Well she'll live, but her eyes, there's something not right about them."

"Professor," asked Ron, "what about Harry?"
Professor Mcgonagall shot Ron a dirty look. However it was Madam Pomfrey who answered him. "Potter," she said curtly, "can wait. Now where did I put that blasted potion?"

Harry starred at the girl lying in bed. He had so many questions for her. Where had she come from, how did she get to Hogwarts, and probably the most important question of all, who was she.

There was an ear-splitting scream, and the girl shout straight up in the bed, sweat running down her face.

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Getting hit, that was the last thing Kat remembered, before everything went blissfully black. But then again even that didn't last very long. All to soon the darkness molded itself into a stone room with two chairs, one with Lord Voldemort in it, a frown on his face.

Kat immediately took the seat opposite her father, and returned his cold hard stare. Now that she wasn't face to face with her father Kat felt more confident. "What do you want?" she asked.

"You know," said Voldemort lazily, "it's very rude to run away, especially when no ones home. I mean running away when I'm there is a whole different story, but to do it while I'm gone. That's just plain rude."

"Well you never were much on manners yourself."

"And what's that so post to mean?"

"It means you are the most vile person I've ever met," spat Kat. "Wait, that's not right, I don't even think you qualify as human."

"See, there you go again." The Dark Lord gave a heavy sigh. "I suppose it's my fault, I never took the time to teach you any manners."

"Oh," said Kat sarcastically, "yes, I mean I don't know where I get my bad manners, seeing as yours are so perfect. I haven't met a person who doesn't love getting tortured by the cruciatus curse."

A smile appeared on the Dark Lord's face. "It's fun, you should try it sometime."

"No thanks," said Kat frowning. "What do you want? I'm sure you didn't go to all this trouble to make pleasant chitchat with me."

"So right my dear. I wanted to extend one final offer for you to return home." Voldemort gave another heavy sigh. "It would be most…taxing if I had to retrieve you by other means."

"Well that sucks for you, cause I an't coming back."

"First thing to do, after punishing, teach you some manners."

"That's assuming you do catch me," Kat pointed out.

Her father gave a loud cold laugh. "My dear, where do you expect to go? I have spies everywhere as you well know. I even have spies were you are right now."

"How can you possibly know where I am?" When I don't even know where I am, she thought finishing her question.

"Like I said my dear. I have spies everywhere. They have told me where you are, and they will be the ones to bring you back. Besides you can never truly go anywhere without me. See your right arm. "Kat looked at her arm. "When you were first born I wanted a way to communicate with you so I had you branded. It's crude but effective." For a minute Kat's right arm was blank, then to her horror she saw the dark mark appear, an acid green skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth. "And this one has a little more kick than the others do. Let me show you."

Voldemort drew out his wand and placed the tip of it on the dark mark on his arm. White-hot blinding pain shot through Kat's arm, and traveled to her whole entire body. This was worse than the cruciatus curse because she would always have the mark with her, no matter where she went.

She let out a bloodcurdling scream, and snapped back to reality. She sat straight up, in what took a few seconds for her to realize was a bed. Then she managed to fall off it. Landing hard on the floor. Her ribs hurt, she was light headed, and the room was spinning.

"Oh my god," Kat heard a woman shout. "Potter, Weasley, help the poor girl back onto the bed." Kat felt two hands under her arms as she was pulled back onto the bed. Her eyelids had started to feel like lead weights, and they were closing fast.

"Here," came another voice. "This potion should help." Kat felt the potion go into her mouth. Then she was fast asleep.

A/N: I know it has taken me ages to post, and I'm really sorry. School started, and already I have too much crap to do. I mean my textbook literally put me to sleep tonight. Curse the person who invented my science book, and the alarm clock. (grumble grumble) Well you don't care so just review, and I mean it this time, or no more cookies.