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The Cat.

Selina's Revenge.

Selina's screams of rage, pain, and bitterness worked with the ambient magic throughout the city. By the time she'd finished, her screams degenerated into sobbing breaths, she became aware of the amount of noise coming from beneath her. Peering over the edge she saw numerous fires from the cars below, and looking into the city she could see nothing but blackness.

" I did this," she realised, sounding scared. Never in all her life had Selina given herself over to her rage like this, never had her magic ever exploded outwards to cause this much damage. " This is how that bastard of a father started." She whispered, remembering from her mothers stories how bitter he'd been at being left at an orphanage with people who didn't understand him. The realisation she'd let her rage loose as easily made her shiver. Selina shook her head. " No, I refuse to be like him. I'll never be like him, but I will find him. The bastard who murdered my mother, then I'll leave."

" You can say all you like, Dumbledore," Amelia said, stopping the memory from playing out. " You just heard her, she says one thing then turns round and says she'll do it anyway. At this point she's just like Voldemort."

Dumbledore nodded in partial agreement, but he wasn't entirely convinced, though it seemed that way. Over the last two decades, he'd been questioning himself about his policies of saying what was good and evil, and he was reasonably convinced Selina wasn't a dangerous person despite her past and heritage. Dumbledore had been convinced of the latent goodness of Severus Snape, only for him to be wrong when his body had been found, along with other witches and wizards the old man was convinced would never become Death eaters. It was one thing to believe the pureblood supremacist propaganda, but to join someone as hypocritically fanatical like Voldemort, who hadn't even been a pureblood himself...Albus had convinced himself they couldn't join, only for him to be proven wrong. The result, Lily Evans had been kidnapped, and although her body had never been found, until now there had been no trace of the promising student. It had never once crossed their minds she had been raped, impregnated, or she'd escaped out of fear for herself and for her unborn child. All that had changed when Selina had arrived with these memories. Dumbledore had never liked the point the finger at the ancestors problem the magical world possessed, but in the case of Lord Voldemort it was different. He himself was wary of Selina, and it wasn't just because of Lily's kidnapping. Selina was the rare descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself, and she was also descended from magical bloodlines that many had sought to destroy through the centuries due to fear and the belief what they were doing was right.

But Albus still wasn't sure what to make of Selina. On the one hand he pitied her for her loss, her pained childhood, but on the other he was afraid of what would happen, if as these memories suggested, she would suffer a loss greater than what she'd suffered when Lily had been murdered, maybe a child. What would she do then? What if she went on a rampage even her father would never go on, even if it was justifiable? Dumbledore was hiding his fear of Selina's meta powers, in his life he'd known some metas, and although they were good people, he had quickly leant how dangerous they were compared to those who relyed on wands.

It was just like Voldemort to rant and rave about how unfair his own childhood had been prior to Dumbledore's visit and relevation of the truth of the strange abilities Riddle had possessed and discovered, before managing to gain some degree of control of his powers before enrolling at Hogwarts to get a better understanding of magic before eventually becoming the most evil wizard to ever live, though Dumbledore wasn't sure if that claim was going a little too far.

There had been thousands of darker and more evil wizards before Voldemort's rise to power, but Voldemort was more sadistic, more insane. He had afterall created more horcruxes than anyone else, the creation of a horcrux meant you were dark, and nothing could change that general opinion of the magical world's fickle approach to life.

Truthfully though, Dumbledore wasn't sure if Selina was good or evil, he had the opinion she was like everyone else. Capable of great good and yet capable of great evil, but considering what he'd just witnessed happening to Lily, a girl without an evil bone in her body, was he wrong there like he had been with Snape? That was the problem with age old wizards; they could never be sure of anything beyond their own life experiences, despite their best attempts. " I don't think its wise to judge her, Amelia, even if I do know what you are saying. Lord Voldemort possessed an intellect and power most wizards and, indeed, witches, would kill to have. Indeed Tom Riddle could've moved on from his hatred and beliefs he was better than those around him, and come to see things differently. Had that happened, and if I had been more mindful of what darkness lurked behind his polite visage, things may have been different, I blame myself for what happened to Voldemort, his childhood. I allowed his anger to fester until his soul became poisoned by a quest for power. I blame myself for Lily's kidnap, but out of that evil came something good."

James snorted. Like his wife he could see just how dangerous Selina was, even if she was Lily's daughter she still had Voldemort's blood. Who knew what other personality traits were not those from her mother? Since James had leant the truth of Selina's parentage he'd been afraid of what he might be bringing into his home. When he'd seen Lily getting stabbed by a simple thug from the streets, watching the younger Selina hold her, begging her not to die, James had pitied her. Now he was seeing Selina saying one thing before choosing to go against her oath the next. For James, a former Gryffindor, that was inexcusable.

For a Gryffindor, there was black and white, and Selina looked like she belonged firmly to black. No grey, no second chances.

" Good, Dumbledore?" James gestured at the image of Selina. " Amelia's right. She's just promised to hunt the bastard down who murdered her mother, and you say Selina is something good?"

Dumbledore sighed. " James, I have to confess something. When Voldemort was on the rise, many pureblood families who would otherwise never ask for help from the Potters or from me, like the Greengrasses and the Davis' families, they approached me for help in secret, willing to put aside their differences because of their fear. Yes, the two families along with the Zabini's are neutral, but they were afraid for their children. That fear was the one thing that kept them from yielding to Voldemort and become Death eaters. As you're aware, those three families are neutrals, fence sitters. They rarely poke their nose into anothers corner, but their influence is staggering. They didn't want to join, but they made me aware they would join in the fight for the Light if they were attacked. I hate to say this, but part of me wanted them attacked. Having them in our corner would've helped our cause."

Amelia jumped in before James could get a word in. " You wanted those families attacked so then you would have more influence? How is that good?"

Dumbledore had known this secret wouldn't be well received, least of all from these two who were part of the elite when it came to fighting the darkness.

" Those families, and many others, some of the magical world consider them dark and evil." Dumbledore looked at the two Potters, eyeball to eyeball to get his point across. " If they were attacked, it would show the magical world is wrong about many things. Selina is in the same category. Yes, she's Voldemort's daughter, the last known descendent of Salazar Slytherin and Morgana Le Fay, but is she as evil as you two seem to think?"

" I don't think she's evil." James protested, a bit too quickly. Dumbledore jumped on his unsurity at once. " No? Then why are you happy to stand there saying she's like her father? When Grindelwald and I were young, we had a duel with my sister Ariana nearby. She was caught in the crossfire. At that point I wanted nothing more than to kill him for that. Does wanting to avenge a loved one make me evil?" He challenged the Potters. They looked stunned by his revelation, but he didn't care, although he refused to go into a long winded explanation of what really happened between himself and Grindelwald.

" No." He answered. " She was planning on avenging her mother. Voldemort didn't, he merely killed his father and grandparents to make them pay for abandoning him, their child and grandchild respectfully. He didn't care about Merope Gaunt, or the pain she went through. Selina had just lost her mother, her only living and loving parent. Heavens James, the Death eaters murdered members of your own family, don't tell me it never occurred to you to track some of them down and make them pay."

Selina got a grip on her emotions. She went back home, changed her outfit into something more appropriate, then she went back to the crime scene. Looking down from above, she used her meta powers to sniff for the odour of the man who'd stabbed her mother. The only problem was isolating the scent, it wasn't easy because so many people had trampled over the place, even if the police were trying to gather evidence. They wouldn't find this guy, Selina knew that. She had no faith in their abilities whatsoever. It would take them a couple of days before they gave up, called it a cold case, and the only people to remember the event would be the doctors, the ambulance men, and the police officers who'd investigated the case opening anyway. And of course, Selina.

Got it! Selina was overjoyed as she inhaled again, trying to get a proper feel for the scent.

It was pungent, pongy. This guy had been living rough for a long time, and didn't care much about his hygiene. Then again many of these people who lived on the streets didn't care. They had more important essentials to worry about - money, food, shelter, and water.

If that meant killing someone, so be it.

As Selina leapt from one building to another, moving like a giant cat, she couldn't help but wonder why this guy attacked her mother and her. She doubted it could be someone who Selina had wronged, only for him to get revenge by murdering the one person who mattered to her. Lily was unlikely to be responsible, either. Her mother, despite the darkness in her past, had been a kind person, and wouldn't hurt anyone unless of extenuating circumstances.

It was more probable this guy had killed her mother for money, but why did he run off? Selina scoured the city, spending hours at night. Luckily her new clothes were fresh and warm. As she travelled through the city, Selina winced every now and then at the sight of shattered glass. It was these sites that made her wary, as police and ambulance crews crawled all over the place. Selina had to use every ounce of stealth, speed, and agility she had just to avoid them.

It was four o clock when she was deciding to give up. She could search tomorrow night, she thought, but just before she was about to go home, she caught the stench of the scumbag who'd stabbed Lily.

He wasn't in hiding, no he was just walking the streets calmly like nothing had happened. Unaware he was being watched, the man walked down the streets calmly. Selina scanned him with her magic, and found he wasn't acting under any kind of magical coercion. He'd done it for himself, but Selina didn't care about his motives, though she knew if she didn't get them she would regret it for all her life.

Moving quickly, she swooped down and grabbed him, hitting him round the head.

It took ten minutes for him to wake up, but Selina was ready for him. When he showed the first signs of consciousness after being knocked out, Selina had grabbed his leg and lifted him over the edge of the roof.

" Wakey, wakey," Selina growled, sounding like a tiger waiting impatiently for her kill.

The man woke up, saw the shadowy figure, and the edge, and he started screaming in abject and undisguised panic. " Lemme - lemme go!"

" Silence." Selina's order was laced with magic as well as menace. She hated herself for using such crude methods, but she had no choice. " You murdered a woman tonight, a good mother. Why?"

The man was too frightened not to reply. He didn't know if this bitch holding him over the edge was bluffing, but he didn't know for sure. Besides that, he was a big guy, and this girl was frail in comparison. How was she holding him so effortlessly?

Her hand crushing his ankle made him scream. " You will did tonight regardless," she said without pity or feeling. " You murdered my mother, and I want answers."

The man forgot himself, just as Selina had anticipated. " You? Your that whore's daughter? You punched me- AHHH!" He tried to move to stop Selina from crushing his ankle more. " You called my mother a whore, why?" Selina was relentless.

Tears gushed from his eyes. " Thats - that's what all women are, even you, ain't it?"

Selina dropped him with a flash of angry eyes.

The last thing the man saw before he fell to make a spectacular meeting with the road beneath were a pair of green eyes.

Exactly like those of a cat.

Then he died.