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Chapter 2: Unexpected guests

Ky's POV

I opened the front door and grabbed the wrist before the knuckles made contact with the wood. I shut the door quietly with my other hand, dragging the wrist down the Dursley's driveway. The wrist didn't seem to comply. I turned around, and icy blue met stormy grey in a battle beyond words. Her usually perfect complexion was blotched and ruddy, her flowing golden locks up in a messy pony and her face was naked, bare for the world to see.

Nessie stared at me; with ire I didn't even know she could muster…. I glared right back. Her pink lips parted but I quickly held my hand up…any other time I would jump at the chance for us to exchange loud words…but the Dursley's were asleep. I couldn't take the risk of them waking up and finding out that I had spent the night. Especially after all the trouble it took to make them trust me. I wonder what Linus and Lenzo would do when they found out I maxed my credit card buying shares in a drill company. Well, it was the only way I was going to get Harry out of the house without a fight. I still felt dirty having to smarm up to those people, but I figured it was honey rather than vinegar situation.

I let go of her hand and started walking. Hoping that she wouldn't say a word. I looked for the car, but I couldn't spot it. I continued walking; stopping when we reached a deserted park. I turned around; thankfully she had followed in silence. The look on her face though disagreed with my previous thought, she wasn't silent…she was angry beyond words.

"So, where's the car?"

"There is no car!" The words came out through clenched teeth.

"Then how did you get here?"

"I walked! Five streets."

So that's what she's so pissed about. The little princess had to walk, boohoo. "What? Do you want a gold medal?"

She blanched; this was getting boring quickly. I turned and started to walk away; a hand stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"The car…I don't know why you parked it so far away, but I'd rather endure the walk than have to stand here any longer. I, unlike you, don't unleash my inner bitch just because of a few steps."

Maybe I was jumping the gun, she didn't unleash…yet. But I knew Nessie, she complained if she had to walk from her apartment to the shop next door, but don't ask me how she manages to shop for hours. Then her legs are immune to pain.

"You think I'm angry because I had to walk a few streets!"

I spared her a glance, preparing for the avalanche of complaints that was about to tumble onto my head. She should get a PhD in nagging.

I sighed, "Did you break a nail as well?" That seemed to have done it. She snarled…. she actually snarled. That surprised me.

"Like I care that I had to walk a few streets! After the day you put me through, it's the highlight of my morning! I wake up to find you gone! Not a note, not a message! Nothing! I go spare! Luckily the doorman saw you get a cab last night, and he recognised the company. Then I had to bribe a bunch of people to find out who was your driver, who then informed me that he took you to the Airport. Airport! Then I had to bribe more people as to find out where you flew out to! London! A six-and-a-half-hour flight! Telling nobody! And then…." She squeezed her eyes shut, hands balled into fists as if to give her strength not to strangle me, "I find out you're not in London. I manage to find out you hired a car service. A limo! A Limo! It's much harder getting details from luxury car drivers than it is from cabbies!"

I knew that, hence the limo. She wasn't finished though, "Luckily I have more than just money in my arsenal, and I had to call in some favours, but I managed to find out that you were driven to some village like five hours from London." It was actually three. "I drive there and of course you're not there either! I asked about a hundred people, which is about the size of the village, and nobody seemed to have seen you. Luckily the candy floss man said that there was a couple, strangers, they don't get that that much in those parts. A pretty lass by the name of Ky that he treated to a candy floss. Her boyfriend didn't seem too impressed by that. Boyfriend! Thankfully he heard you refer to him as Potter. Of course, I didn't know how to find him! And they all don't know where you went, you weren't staying at the village inn. So, I drove all the way back to London. I was this close to calling your brother."

Oh yeah, let's pretend that the reason you didn't want to call him was that you were trying to protect ME from his wrath. She wasn't over though, "Luckily an old school friend, Mary, was able to help."

Convenient that this Mary doesn't know Linus, so the story could never get back to him.

"Her husband Richard is a detective, he told me I made the silliest mistake."

I looked at her…did she want me to guess? She continued, apparently not.

"I asked the limo company for the last place they took you, not the first."

So that's how she found me, "OK…and again…where's the car?"

She screamed. Actually screamed. It was a proper, full on, high pitched, no pillow to block out sound, scream. It echoed through the silent park.

"Oh great, the cops will probably be here-"

"You are completely insufferable! You're a selfish, spiteful, spoiled child who doesn't care about anybody but herself!"

"That's kind of redundant…seeing as you already called me selfish."

Slap

It was a proper one too. My head turned and everything. Not a bitch slap. A slap slap. That was…different. I looked up at her, her face frozen in shock, her hand hovering in the air, "Oh my God…oh my God. Oh my god Ky."

It was bound to happen eventually. I wonder how far I had to push her to get her to attempt to strangle me. I turned around, and she didn't physically stop me this time.

"Ky, I am so-"

"Don't apologise; I'll respect you less for it."

I continued walking towards the exit, but then I stopped. Catching the sound. Sobbing. I turned around. Godric she was wailing. This is just like Nessie, the drama queen.

"Stop, I won't tell Linus you slapped me. I should, but I won't. You can tell him whatever the hell you want, tell him I flew the coop, tell him I slapped you first, tell him I had sex with Harry and I'm pregnant with his love child. I don't care."

"I DON'T CARE THAT HE KNOWS I SLAPPED YOU!" And the drama continues, she was heaving. She was struggling to catch her breath, "Do you know how hard this pass month has been."

"Look, you're not my favourite person either-"

"I miss him too. He didn't just leave you, he left me as well!"

I looked at her, what did she know of abandonment? What did she know of loss? She didn't have every person that wheedled their way into her heart, turn their back on her. She wasn't dumped in New York with nobody to talk to but her least favourite person…wait…

She took a step towards me, "I don't know what's going on. I don't know why Linus and Lenzo had to leave, all he said was that he was needed in your world, and he had to go. That I had to look after you. I knew it must have been a desperate time if he had no choice but to putustogether. The night before you arrived I just sat in the lounge crying. Cried like a spoiled little brat because I knew the next few weeks would be horrid. Because you would be horrid. You would fight and prank and annoy and just destroy all my plans just like you always do. And worst of all, you would take him away. Like you always do. And then you came….and nothing. Nothing at all. He went away alright, but he left us both alone this time, not just me. And you didn't say a word. You didn't fight. You didn't annoy. You didn't destroy. You just stayed in your room. And now this…WHAT'S WRONG!"

I looked at her tear-stained face which was almost blue at the rate she was gasping out words, "I'm sure Linus explained to you, an evil-"

"NOT WITH THAT, WITH YOU! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?"

She ran forward, grabbing me around my shoulders and shaking me, "What happened? Tell me! Just tell me so I can-"

"NOTHING HAPPENED!"

Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Everything was OK. Flashes of empty grey eyes. Shit. I turned and walked away, quickly. Green light. Shit. Distraction. Distraction. How do I increase the specificity of ageing potion? I could use more seeds than-

I stopped; my ears peeked. Dawn was breaking and the park was still fairly dark, but aside from birds chirping I could hear something else… whimpering.

I turned quickly and collided with Nessie. I clasped my hand quickly across her mouth and shoved her to a nearby tree, simultaneously sinking to the ground. I looked through the bush to the left of us and saw a set of legs.

A man.

Long, bulky legs. Cargo pants. I craned my neck, so that I could see all of him.

The man wore a vest so thin he rather should have gone bare chested. He had long hair that stuck to his skin as if he'd never washed it. The whimpering was coming from a small figure at his feet. His hulking body was blocking it from view though.

It wasn't his towering figure that scared me; it was the presence of a wand in his left hand. He was a wizard. And judging by the scars that raged across his back, he wasn't someone to cross. He was behaving in a peculiar manner, circling the figure as if it were prey.

The figure came into view, it was a little boy. He was a tiny little thing, dressed in what appeared to be rags. Probably a homeless kid…. what was a wizard threatening a little homeless boy for?

I touched my fondina…. I wasn't allowed to use magic in the holidays and if I did and they traced it, the boys will know I'm here. And I'd probably get into some sort of trouble with the Ministry. But what's worst, letting this kid come to harm, or getting in trouble. I made my decision instantly.

I looked at Nessie, trying to relay what I couldn't speak out loud with just my eyes. I let go of her mouth and pointed to the ground and then a halting sign. I dug in my bag looking for what I needed. I glanced at her again, her eyes averted to the heavens for help. I felt hot breath on my back, knowing full well what was behind me. Nessie looked two seconds away from fainting.

"Well…well…. we-"

I didn't let him get the next word out. I pushed hard on the ground with my palms, pushing all the force into my up-swinging feet. It collided with a hard chest which barely moved an inch.

I knew he wouldn't budge though; my intention was to distract him by forcing him to concentrate on strengthening his core, leaving his extremities weak. I grabbed his left wrist, forcing it back; I heard a snap and something light fall to the floor. He swung with his right arm, and I jumped, swinging my left leg to the desired destination - his jaw.

I fell back hard onto the floor, the force of the kick helping gravity pull me down. I looked up to see bared jagged yellow teeth, a face with no eyebrows and tiny pupils in wide dull blue eyes. I didn't need the sniffling of his nose to know what he was, he spat out some blood, baring his blood-stained teeth as his face descended. He stopped suddenly, just as I reached for my wand. It was evident things were not going to go to my plan- sneak attack, disarm and run for our lives.

His eyes widened slightly, and he let out a snarl, swinging around.

I froze, completely surprised…an impossible image presented to me.

As the werewolf turned around, Nessie was hanging off his back. No…. she was hanging off something that was plunged into his back, her thin legs catching every part of flesh she could, screaming like a banshee.

I quickly dug into my bag, finding what I was looking for. I came prepared if Harry and I had warranted unwanted guests. I screamed at Nessie,

"Let go!" She didn't need telling twice and fell to the ground next to the petrified boy, a long silver blade dripping with blood in her hands. I threw both the bottles, one at each knee and ducked over her and the boy, hearing the thunderous explosions. I looked back, the man lying on the floor, his legs a bloody mess but still there.

Fuck…were werewolves that strong…if that was a normal wizard he would have nothing but stumps there.

I ignored his swearing and snarling, pulled the two to their feet and ran as fast as we could. I flung my wand out and waited, praying that it this would work…

A/N: Drama Drama Drama…I know, Ky is being such a brat, but Agnes shouldn't have slapped her, I know it was a bit much – thought about editing it out but then felt like it would be something she would do in the moment – she can be just as impulsive as Ky as a character. What do you think of her so far ?

Kalina