Hello hello hello. i am your beloved, Kathy Caldron. you see, ever since I started Kathy's Return, no one replied, and sadly, I stopped it out of pure sadness. But today, as I finally checked my story for no reason, I saw that a couple people had actually replied. I nearly cried with happiness! So here I am again, reposting my story, and hopefully this time I will learn to keep posting no matter what.

Tiffanie

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Prologue



'Wake up girl. It's time to start planning.' a voice angrily demanded. The girl got up, and looked around the small room.

'Where am I?' She looked around the room and noticed that she was placed in a rundown bedroom, and the mattress she was laying on was old and greying. A dusty blanket covered her, and she lay on an extremely dusty and old four-poster bed.

'You're in my house, now get ready.' He paced around in the room, and walked over to the fireplace even though there was no fire.

'Why?' she asked, raking her mind for the man's identity, but she found nothing.

'You ask too many questions girl now get ready!' He walked quickly over to her and slapped her roughly across the face. Her neck snapped to the side and a memory flashed through her mind. She remembered who she was, where she was, and who he was. She also remembered when a similar incident happened, about 4 years ago.

'You!' she yelled, getting up quickly. 'You're Peter Pettigrew! But how - How -'

'I brought you back, and now you belong to me.' Peter sneered, taking out a wand. Her wand.

'I don't belong to anyone.' she snarled at him, jumping onto the floor.

'Oh yes you do. With this spell, if you betray me, you die, slowly and painfully.' He smiled cruelly, and muttered a spell. A bright green light shot out of the end of the girl's wand and hit her, causing her to shot back on the bed, her head thumping in pain. She groaned, and just managed to get up long enough to fall back down on the floor, dust collecting on her clothes. 'So, are you going to help me?'

'Yes.' she whispered, gently touching the mark on her face. 'I'll help you.' She let a tear roll down her cheek as she felt herself bow down before her new owner. She felt as if she was a dog, begging for a treat, when she was a girl of 17, begging for her life. She looked up, and spoke.

'Why am I to get ready?'

'Because, we're going to bring back another, and this time, he won't be leaving.' Peter threw back his head and laughed evilly. 'Put on this robe, and brush your hair. We're leaving soon.' He laughed again and walked out. The girl picked up the long robe hanging off of a ladder leading to a small landing just above the bed. She held the material close to her, and recognized it as her old Hogwarts uniform. She cried and fell to the floor, never wanting to get up.

'Hurry!' Peter called from downstairs.

'I'm coming!' The girl shouted, trying to keep her voice straight. 'Oh Kathy,' she sobbed to herself. 'What've you done?' She cried as she changed, and walked with Peter out of the Shrieking Shack, and over to the Ministry of Magic, where their person was last seen.