Haii there. *waves* I'm Jessie Tessie, and this is my first FF...ever. *looks around* So don't expect anything of perfection or anything like that, I'm just writing because it's fun and it's actually quite productive than sitting on Polyvore all day long. *whistles* Anyway...I hope you enjoy. (:
Also, I would like to note that during my break this went inactive, I'm now back and ready to continue onwards.
Oh and by the way, if you didn't already know but: all Harry Potter characters, locations, and plot points within this story belong to JK Rowling.
created by: Falling In Love At A Coffee Shop Chapter One
A Strange Occurrence
It was nearing four in the morning and all was quiet in the small two bedroom house with the exception of the large dog snoring on the couch, on the outskirts of Los Angeles, California. In the smaller of the two bedrooms a woman in her early thirties lay still as if she might have been dead. She suddenly sat up straight in bed, both hands gripping the sides of her head through the mess of red hair as she let out a shriek.
There was the sound of a door slamming on the other side of the house, the dog being startled awake and barking and then running footsteps and paws following that across the house all leading up to the door of the bedroom being thrown open. “Are you okay Katherine?” The woman questioned tip toeing to the edge of Katherine’s bed, the dog, Wally right beside the woman, ready to attack if a stranger was in the house.
Katherine took in a deep sharp breath, still clutching her head. “He’s back!” Katherine yelled, causing the other woman to take several steps back away from her bed. Wally gave a bark at Katherine, as if to say calm down.
“Who’s back Katherine?” The woman asked softly, fearing that if she used the wrong tone that Katherine would continue to yell, making Wally bark even more and eventually wake the neighbors up.
“Voldemort.” She growled as rocked back and forth in her bed, attempting to get the searing pain in her head to stop or at the very least subside enough that she could think properly. Wally jumped up onto Katherine’s bed and lay on top of her legs and began to whine.
The woman looked at Katherine as if she were insane, she had obviously never heard of Voldemort before. She hadn’t the slightest idea of what was going on, or how to try to help Katherine. “Are you going to be alright Kath?” The woman questioned, sincerely concerned for her friend.
“I’ll be alright when he’s killed.” Katherine spat. Wally let out a few loud barks and jumped off the bed, running out of the room.
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“I’m fine. Promise.” Katherine told her friend and roommate of seven years. Katherine had absolutely no idea why she had awoken from deep sleep with such a horrific pain in her head. Or why she had clearly seen Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, numerous Death Eaters, and a young boy about the age of Harry at a grave yard. She knew for certain though, that she should worry about it, because even for being a witch, she was knew that things like that didn’t happen often.
Harriet let out a sigh. “Alright. But I’m serious; I think you need to go see a doctor.” She said as she poured them both coffees. “I mean, it was frightening, seeing you like that. It was almost as if you were a different person. Like a criminal running from a ring leader of some infamous group that the authorities are out to get.” Harriet rambled. “What?” She asked when Katherine’s face went hallow.
Wally started barking at Harriet, it seemed to be a bark of something important. Harriet watched Katherine with a questioning look as she went to the kitchen door and opened the door for Wally. Wally just stood there with his large head cocked to the side looking at Harriet like she was stupid. He eventually left the kitchen to chase a bird around the backyard.
“Nothing.” Katherine smiled as she took her cup of coffee and sat down to read the morning newspaper and watched Wally chase the birds around the yard as he often had a tendency to do. Harriet seemed to have her head elsewhere as she had abandoned Katherine in the kitchen and went to her room, shutting her door lightly as she went.
Scanning the newspaper, Katherine gave a sigh; there wasn’t anything of importance in there. Nothing that would help her decode what she saw two nights previous. She had tried not to think about it, but it seemed that since she had seen Harry, appearing to be just like she had imagined him before, all grown up, that Katherine just
had to find out what was going on.
Draining the last of her coffee, Katherine put her empty mug into the sink and went to her bedroom where she shut the door and locked it. She paced in front of her door for ten minutes, contemplating if she really wanted to dive back into her past and see if she could link things together. Or if she should just carry on with her “normal” life her husband of nearly 15 years would want her to do.
Deciding finally what she wanted to do, Katherine walked over to her closet. Seperating the clothes on the rod in middle and shoving them to either side she immersed herself into her closet where she rummaged around for quite a while before she finally found what she was looking for. Removing herself from the closet she had in hand a small box, just the size of her palm. Katherine looked at the box with misty covered eyes, she had promised him all those years ago, that she wouldn’t do what she was about to do, but she had to. Her heart and gut where telling her to.
Setting the box on her bedside table, Katherine got to her knees and crawled under bed. “I’ve got to clean.” She muttered to herself, though she knew she wouldn’t. People didn’t normally get under her bed, and it hid her most prized possession the best.
Near the headboard on the underneath side of her bed, was her magic wand, eight inches long made from oak with a mermaid hair, taped into place with some trusty spellotape. And as an extra precaution, there was an invisibility charm placed on it. Even the
exact location of the wand Katherine couldn’t remember. Feeling in the dark on the bottom of the headboard, eventually Katherine’s fingers found something that felt quite familiar, and she knew without a doubt it was her wand.
Getting excited, like she was eleven years old again and she had just gotten her wand from Ollivanders, Katherine backed out from under her bed and looked at her wand with admiration. Standing up, she took the box and set it on the floor. Rolling up her sleeves, she said a simple incantation and the box suddenly grew. “There you are precious trunk of mine.” Katherine whispered as she knelt beside the Hogwarts trunk and dusted off the thick layer of dust that formed over the years.
Her fingers traced the letters that spelled her birth name, Katya Adria Weston, she couldn’t help but smile. Finally she took her wand and with a deep breath, she tapped her wand gently on the edge of the trunk. Hearing a series of locks unlocking itself, Katherine gingerly opened the trunk.