Chapter 1 Killeroo

Katherine Florence Duke was actually excited about the first day of term.

The petite, brown skinned girl was fingering the delicate lace pattern of her tights, her head bobbing to the solid beat of the classic rock song she was listening to, she sported oversized headphones over the thick black beanie hat she was wearing. Her hair was carefully pulled back into a tight bun and was hid from sight by her hat; her large Wayfarer style glasses dominated her heart shaped face. Chewing on the inside of her freckled cheek she flipped another page of her textbook.

She eyed the rain drumming the window of her compartment with narrowed eyes, sighing; she wrinkled her nose and continued reading.

Lily Potter wasn't happy.

She'd been walking up and down the train looking for a compartment for fifteen minutes, with no one but her cousin Hugo for company. And he wouldn't stop whining. It was his fault they got kicked out of their first compartment anyway. You just don't ask an Irish fifth year where he hides his Lucky Charms.

She rolled her eyes, ''Let's just go and sit with James, Roxanne and Rose.'' She said dejectedly, flipping her burgundy hair over her shoulder haughtily as she paced the empty train corridors.

''But I don't want to be known as 'The Weasleys kid brother' on my first day!'' Hugo interjected. Stopping in his tracks, he eyed Lily determinedly, his wiggling his thick eyebrows at her.

''Well, I don't want to be known as 'The Potter kid who sat in the corridors for the train ride to school' on my first day!' she sniped, blowing a stray strand of hair from her sparkling hazel eyes.

''Well… you make a good point.''

James Potter's groove was being messed with.

''Why are you here, little people? You're messing with my groove, and no-one, not even blood relatives', mess with my groove.'' James said, raising his sunglasses to give his sister an annoyed look that she knew so well.

''You know only bags of douche wear sunglasses inside, when it's raining.'' Hugo pointed out.

''Budge up, kebab belly.'' Lily gave her older brother a playful smack on the arm, and he retracted his octopus-like limbs so she would have room to sit.

''Did you hear that Roxanne? Mrs. Muffin top just called me a kebab belly.'' James chortled with his older cousin. ''I'd best be going, can't keep the team waiting, after all I am-''

''The biggest prat ever know to life, the universe, and Chuck Norris?'' Lily asked, not looking up from the overflowing bag she was rummaging through.

''I was going to say the Gryffindor star chaser but, whatever.'' James said as he slammed the door to their compartment.

''He's so pretentious when he's not at home. It's like he gets possessed by some kind of retarded Poltergeist as soon as he sets a foot out of the house.'' Hugo commented, extracting a rather battered Pumpkin Pasty from his pocket, preparing to stuff the whole thing into his salivating mouth.

''That makes sense, I've never seen Peeves and James at the same time in the same place…'' Rose said thoughtfully, shuffling the Chocolate frog cards she was holding, Rose had a bit of an obsession with Chocolate frog cards, she even had a precise way of devouring the frogs, piece by squirming chocolate-y piece.

''Peeves, he's the ghost that pranks people, right?'' Hugo asked, licking his lips as he eyed the rather-squashed Pumpkin Pasty.

Dominique stared wide-eyed as Hugo crammed every last crumb of the pasty into his mouth and chewed quickly before swallowing, Rose then threw him a chocolate frog which tried to hop out of his grasp but he caught it and ate it in two bites,

''You disgust me sometimes,'' Dominique alleged in her slightly French drawl, ''is that all you do? Manger and Manger? No wonder you are getting quite, hefty….''

Rose shot her a hurtful glance before putting the chocolate frog she was eating away and picking up her album filled with Chocolate frog cards from the early 70's.

''I'm going to find my companions.'' Dom explained as she left the compartment in a flash of blonde hair.

''Yup.'' Roxanne replied, ''Well, I should probably get going too, I've got a heads meeting.'' She announced proudly as she vacated the compartment with a flash of red hair.

''What? Do we smell or something?'' Hugo asked no one in particular, Rose sniffed the air speculatively, ''Well, I thought I smelled fresh-meat when you walked in…'' a carnivorous look on her face, she eyed Hugo hungrily.

''Sometimes, I wonder whether we're actually related Rose…''

Katherine Duke just can't catch a break.

When is she going to shut up? She thought to herself.

She's been ranting for 13 minutes. 13 minutes and 36 seconds. 37 seconds. 38 seconds…

Oh, and she's just done that hair flip thing again.

If she flips her hair one more time I'm gonna see if my stinging hex can bounce of that shiny head of hair…

Who the hell does she think she is? The Pope?

I'd like to think that the Pope wouldn't wear such ridiculously shiny shoes. I bet she shines them so much so she can see her own reflection in them.

Katherine pictured Roxanne Weasley holding a shoe up to her face and applying lipstick, making pouty faces at herself in the shiny leather.

''You have really shiny shoes.'' Katherine pointed out, blinking behind her thick rimmed glasses.

She'd been standing being lectured by the newly appointed Big-Head girl in the Gryffindor common room for such a long time that her toes were beginning to go numb, Katherine self consciously tugged on her beanie hat while she observed the elaborate patterns that emblazoned the soft rugs lying on the floor.

''You can't wear hats to class and those socks are completely inappropriate for school. I'm going to have to give you a formal warning, since I don't want to take any points away from my own house. If you're still wearing these… distasteful items tomorrow, I'll be forced to confiscated them and give you detention.'' Roxanne Weasley flipped her shiny red hair over her shoulder and tried to fix her with a look of authority while she eyed her bright purple House-elf socks with a look of disgust.

It's not like Roxanne was so picture perfect, her skirt was definitely not at a regulation knee-length like it was supposed to be.

''You're going to confiscate my socks?'' Katherine asked, baffled, she eyed her socks lovingly, Roxanne Weasley was obviously going to milk this Head-Girl thing for all it was worth, she'd already confiscated a Screaming Yo-yo, taken 10 points from Hufflepuff and handed out 4 detentions, and that was only on the walk back from the feast.

''Problem, Kathy dearest?'' asked the imperative voice of reason. Katherine's older brother.

The one, the only, the legendary, Alfie Duke, the Quidditch captain with the longest winning streak in Hogwarts History, according to his many fan-girls, he has brought Gryffindor to Quidditch Cup victory singlehandedly since he joined the team in his second year, even though he's only been captain since his fourth year, but still, he was of course the youngest Quidditch captain in 78 years but still, on top of all that, he's never failed to catch the snitch. Ever. He was now in his seventh and last year at Hogwarts, which meant that the shoe-in for captain next year, James Potter, would only get to be captain a year before he left because he was now in his sixth year.

He's apparently the best Seeker since Harry Potter, who was the best Seeker since Charlie Weasley, which in short, meant that Alfie was pretty damn good.

''Alfie, piss off.'' Katherine said waving the lanky athlete away as he put an arm over her shoulder casually, ''you smell like…Grandad.'' She said, taking a step back, she wrinkled her nose.

''What? You don't like it? Bertha gave me some new aftershave.'' He answered dreamily, turning to wave at the huge group of gigglers stood not a few feet behind him.

Bertha. Katherine thought her name with scorn. Bertha was the Queen of the Alfie Duke fan club, and she had been going out with her brother since 3rd Year, she always showered Alfie with insignificant and cliché gifts, Katherine once jokingly asked Bertha when she was going to give Alfie the voodoo doll of him that resided in the shrine that was dedicated to Alfie which she kept under her bed, for some strange reason Bertha didn't find it funny.

''Does it perchance say 'Au de Senior Citizen' on the bottle?'' Katherine asked, grinning.

''You're one to talk, what's your shampoo called? 'The Essence of Mango Chutney'?' her brother retorted sniffing the air around her accusingly.

''Actually it's called 'Fruits of the Rainforest.' And I smell scrumptious, so you can just shut your big fat denture filled mouth Grandpa!'' Katherine said flicking her brother on the nose. She chuckled and made her way towards the girl's staircase hurriedly.

''I better not see you in that hat tomorrow Duke!'' The Big-Head girl shouted to her retreating back.

Katherine grumbled about big-headed ginger fun sponges under her breathe as she ascended the girl's staircase.

The next morning for some reason, she had woken up long after her dorm mates, which meant that she would be stuck waiting to use the bathroom after they had used all the hot water and completely trashed the place, for very neat looking girls, they just didn't seem to grasp the idea of putting something back where it belonged instead of simply dropping it wherever they felt like.

Katherine often wondered what the other girls dorm was like, apparently Rose Weasley and her friends were very tidy, Katherine frequently fantasized about switching dorms, but she knew that the other dorm mates were close friends, a clique of some sort, and it wouldn't be fair to ask them to split up, so she endured. For the sake of others. She was expecting her Noble Peace Prize to arrive by owl post any day now.

Katherine wrapped her bathrobe around herself tightly, before grabbing a towel, her wash bag, and uniform and hurriedly making her way towards the 7th year boy's dorm.

Taking a deep breath she knocked loudly on the door and shielded her eyes before peeking her head around the door, ''Girl Alert!'' she shouted, while blindly making her way into the room. She groped the air and tripped over something hard and round, she hit the floor with a resounding 'thunk.'

''You can stop shielding your eyes, we're all decent.''

''Thank the lord. I'm just gonna hop into your shower.'' Katherine said cheerily, rubbing her shin as she got up from her heap on the floor.

''Help yourself,'' Jason McMillan, her brothers dorm-mate and right hand man. He was just putting the finishing touches to his neatly spiked hair in the mirror on his bedside cabinet.

''Looking good!'' the mirror encouraged him,

Suck up. Katherine thought coolly, she'd always hated that mirror, it always told her to comb her hair. Just because it was a little on the frizzy side…

''The Plastics hogging the bathroom again?'' Malcolm, another 7th year boy asked as he pulled on a sock that was inside out, he was becoming familiar with the routine now.

''No, I just like using your bathroom, '' Katherine replied sarcastically.

Malcolm grunted in reply.

''Alfie asleep?'' Katherine asked as she tip toed over the mess towards the boy's bathroom.

''Like the dead.'' Jason replied.

''Typical.'' Katherine replied as she closed the door firmly behind her. After four years they were all used to her routine, Katherine began her fifth year at Hogwarts the same way she began every year, she locked the door and hopped into the shower that wasn't her own, quickly washing and getting dressed for school.

Katherine opted to borrow one of her brothers jumpers, since they were slightly tatty and very baggy, comfort was a big factor in what Katherine wore, she half-heartedly dried her hair with a towel before pulling it back again in a tight ponytail and used two small bobby pins to hold her long fringe back, sighing as she eyed her eye catching hair in the mirror.

She pulled her ol' black beanie on and left the bathroom smiling, she yanked on her faux sheepskin boots, and pulled her plain black socks up. She didn't really mind what socks she had to wear, but there was no way in hell she wasn't wearing a hat.

She still had ten minutes to get to class. But how was she going to manage that without being seen by the Big-Head girl?

When she finished putting on her shoes, she spotted her brother, just rising from his slumber.

''You're gonna be late.'' Katherine warned him as she exited his dormitory and pulled the hood of her robes up.

The brown skinned girl hurried to her dorm to grab her bag, before hightailing it down to the Great Hall. She quickly sat down at the end of the Gryffindor table and grabbed a couple of muffins and shoved one into her mouth and the rest into her bag. Better safe than sorry.

Albus Potter was not in the mood for History of Magic.

Professor Binns droned on about the witch burnings of the fourteenth century, the dusty classroom was stuffy and humid, and the withered tables had scribbles from the students of mind-numbing classes past, they all said something along the same thing,

''SOOO bored!''

''This spot is where my pool of dribble collected, believe the warnings on the packets of the Weasleys Patented Daydream Charms.''

''Do you think Binns died of boredom? Like from listening to his own voice for too long?''

It was only the second week of the term and the mindless routine of school had once again sunk its claws into Albus. He was half-heartedly playing hangman with his best friend, Scorpius Malfoy.

''I'm so bored, I think I can hear my brain cells dying, one by one.'' Albus whispered to his blond-haired companion.

''That's impossible.'' Scorpius replied, yawning widely as he eyed

''I have bat like hearing.'' Albus challenged, sighing as he lost again, poking the hung man with his quill halfheartedly.

''Okay, I totally believe you have bat like hearing, what I don't believe is that your brain cells are dying, they crawled into a corner and spontaneously combusted a long time ago.''

''Harsh.'' Albus replied, scrawling randomly onto his parchment.

Scorpius turned his head when he faintly heard the door to the classroom squeak conspicuously. He watched a girl sneak into the classroom quietly. She crawled on her knees, making sure that Binns hadn't noticed her late arrival before she took a seat next to them and pulled her beanie hat further down, past her glasses, and then she rested her head on the desk.

''Hey, she's got the right idea.'' Albus pointed out, following her example.

''Isn't she that girl who refuses to take her hat off? I heard she got in accident, and now she's bald.'' Scorpius whispered to his companion.

''I dunno.'' Albus' reply was muffled by the desk,

''I heard she got in a duel with the Head-Girl about it. They destroyed a whole corridor-''

''Honestly Scorp, you're a bigger gossip whore than that Francis girl.''

Claire Francis was the self-proclaimed Gossip Queen of Hogwarts, a rather frivolous title, but nonetheless, she always had dirt on everyone. Her and her little clique of sheep ruled the halls of Hogwarts, simply because everyone was too afraid to get on their bad side in case they revealed one of your deepest secrets. Albus wasn't proud to admit that his cousin, Dominique was one of the sheep. Claire's boyfriend, Kyle Woodward, was the resident shutter bug at Hogwarts, he constantly had a camera on his persons and a huge collection of unflattering and incriminating photos that he wasn't afraid to whip out given the chance. Some would say that they were a match made in gossip heaven; others would say that they were a plague inflicted on the students of Hogwarts by the angered spirit of Albus Dumbledore.

''If you ladies are quite done speculating about my private life, could you be quiet? I'm trying to have a snooze here.'' The girl said without looking up.

''Shit, she heard us.''

''She can still hear you, being that she is sitting less than a meter away from you, dipshits.''

''Jesus, what crawled up her butt and died?'' Scorpius muttered under his breath loudly.

''I believe it might have been one of those industrial sized tubs of hair gel that you use up every week.''

Albus raised his head from the desk to stare gob smacked at the petite brown skinned girl. She was probably the only person in the school foolish enough to mock Scorpius' hair.

Katherine Duke was tired of being hounded by that stupid Weasley girl

It was only the second week of school, and having just had a mind-numbing History of Magic lesson, she was sitting with her brother at the Gryffindor table, discussing the upcoming match against the Slytherin's when she heard that distinctive shriek that made the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end.

''Duke! Get your hood down!''

Katherine ignored her and sipped her coffee defiantly. The smile touching at her lips vanished when she felt her hood being forcibly pulled back, almost unseating her.

''What the hell Roxanne?'' Alfie protested to the Big-Head girl.

''I knew it!'' she shrieked, reaching an octave so high that Katherine wasn't aware it existed before then.

''Ha!'' Roxanne cried when she pulled the beanie off her head, ''I've been dying to do that for a mont-oh…''

''Yes, oh. Now give me my hat back!'' Katherine said trying to shield her eye-catching electric blue hair from her peers, but the damage was done; laughter, snickering, and whispers broke out throughout the Great Hall, the noise bounced off the walls and just got louder and louder.

Katherine swore she saw that asshole Kyle Woodward get his camera out…

''Hey, your secret had to come out eventually.'' Alfie commented, turning back to his dinner.

''This is your fault!'' Katherine said after she pulled the hood of her robes back up. She smacked Alfies head down onto his plate. Mashed potato and gravy coated his face.

''Hey, you could have just said, ''No Alfie, I don't want to take part in this possibly appearance altering game with you and your handsome Quidditch playing friends.'' But nooooo.'' He said bitterly, wiping gravy from his face.

Apparently when you play Truth or Dare 'the wizard way' your forfeits are much worse. And permanent. Katherine had tried color changing-charms, hair potions, even good old fashioned hair dye, but nothing could change the color of her hair, she was hopeful that she would find some spell or charm in the hundreds of books at the Hogwarts Library that would change her hair back to her normal dirty blonde, but so far she'd had no luck.

Darn those stupid Weasleys Wizard Wheezes' party kits! Sure you could play spin the bottle and truth or dare but they never mentioned that the forfeits were permanent! Katherine thought begrudgingly.

''Hey, Duke, did you mistake a can of paint for shampoo or something?''

''Shut up Potter.'' Throwing the Gryffindor 6th year a filthy look. James Potter. The epitome of assholeishness.

''Give me my hat back Weasley.'' Katherine growled fiercely,

''No, you can get it back at the end of the term, I'm confiscating it.''

''You can't just confiscate my hat,''

''Oh, but I can.'' Roxanne replied with a mad glint in her eye.

Before this Katherine never believed in pure evil, but there it was staring her in the face in the shape of a 17 year old ginger girl.

The only thing that crossed Katherine's mind as she left the resounding laughter and gleeful mocking of the Great Hall was that Roxanne Weasley was the devil incarnate.

Katherine Duke is terrible with magical creatures, ask her about Goblin rebellion in the 16th century, she'll give you an informed answer, ask her how to transfigure an apple into a pomegranate, she'll show you how, if she can be bothered, and give you half-heartedly scrawled notes with unlabeled, indiscernible, diagrams. But give her a flobberworm and ask her to keep it alive, no chance.

''Er, excuse me?''

She looked up from her doodle of the imp, Steve, who she was supposed to be taking care of for the duration of this lesson, when she was interrupted by a dark haired Slytherin boy wearing glasses; it was the same one that had been gossiping about her with that blond boy in History of Magic a few days back.

''Yes?'' she asked him. He was looking at her a little strangely, like he wasn't sure what to think of her. She squinted her eyes at him, but couldn't make out much of his face; the sun was in her eyes.

''You're imp seems to be trying to rip your textbook to shreds.'' He said, pointing behind her with one long pale finger, where Steve, as she'd named him, was ripping out pages of her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, like it was a Christmas present. Shit, no! What do I do? She thought anxiously, she bit her lip as Steve smashed an ink bottle over it, like he was some kind of demented… Imp.

''Steve, cut it out.'' she mumbled feeble, biting her nails.

''Do you, er, want me to-to help?'' The boy mumbled. She stood up and looked at him closely. He had emerald eyes with flecks of brown and gold, and a very handsome face, a very pronounced jaw line, with sharp features, he had the look of an aristocrat. He wore glasses, but they suited him, you almost couldn't notice them, unlike her own oversized wayfarers, his glasses made him look rather, dashing.

''Sure.'' she said brightly. She smiled at him and went back to her drawing.

''Incarcerous.'' He said, pointing his wand behind her.

''Here,'' He handed her Steve back. He had tied Steve up.

She stood up to receive her imp back.

''I like your tie.'' she pointed out, blinking, she always spoke without thinking.

''I'm in Slytherin.'' He frowned.

''Who said anything about Slytherin? I said I liked your tie.'' She smiled sheepishly.

''Oh, right-''

''The tie's a multi-purpose accessory Y'know… belt, school boy, Rambo'' she cut in.

''Should I really by taking fashion advice from someone who doesn't follow it themselves?'' he asked, looking pointedly at her collar which was totally devoid of a tie.

''I don't accessorize. I'm Katherine Duke, there's a simple truth to me.'' Katherine declared, not having the heart

''Fair enough.'' He said; eyeing the lone strand of electric blue hair he could see from under the hood of her robes.

Lily Potter was lying on her soft four poster bed.

She had spread out her textbooks and parchment in front of her, sighing; she took comfort in her red and gold surroundings, remembering her sorting.

Everyone was staring as the group of first years entered the Great Hall.

Lily didn't even glance at the ceiling or the floating candles. She was too nervous. Hugo had abandoned her to talk to the brother of the Irish boy he had insulted earlier. She searched the Gryffindor table and gave a small wave to her cousins, when she waved to James he shouted 'Alright Lils?' loud enough for McGonagall to notice.

The Gryffindor table was as far away from the Slytherin table as possible. Maybe the tension between the two houses hadn't ended with the war like her father had said. Lily caught Albus' eye and waved to him too. He nodded his head in McGonagall's direction and Lily started listening. She was visibly shaking by the time McGonagall got to ''Owens, Gareth.''

''Potter, Lily.'' McGonagall said with a small smile. Lily gasped when she realized people were sitting up straighter and looking right at her. There was some murmuring but Lily ignored it as she took a deep breath and walked up to the stool. She sat down and closed her eyes when she felt the hat slide down her head. It was far too big.

''Another Potter, eh?'' rasped a voice in her head. Lily jumped slightly. She clasped her sweaty hands together and held her breath, thinking furiously,

Where I truly belong, put me where I belong, where I belong…

She chanted to herself, her mantra keeping her from fainting, her eyes shut solidly, she could feel her lungs begin to ache, dying to take a breath.

''I think I'm going to put you in...'' it said quietly, the wait, though only a few seconds, felt like an eternity.

''GRYFFINDOR!'' it shouted for everyone to hear. Cheers erupted from both sides of the Great Hall. Lily could hear Albus and James shouting the loudest. She blushed like a tomato and half-ran towards the Gryffindor table. She sat down next to James who patted her on the back and said ''I knew you wouldn't go to Slytherin, really.''

Lily placed her head on the table, she felt woozy.

She finally exhaled and felt visibly better. No need to worry.

Katherine Duke was trying to enjoy the evening in the Gryffindor common room.

She was sat at a table near the window, with three books open in front of her; she was rapidly taking down notes on ancient colour changing charms that she'd never heard of, her newest attempts at fixing her hair had yielded no results except making the tips go slightly lighter, but she was still determined.

''Kat…Kat…Kitty...Kitty…Kitten…Kath…Kath….Kath….Kathy…..Kathy…Katherine...Katherine…Katherine…Katherine…'' Jason McMillan, her brother's best friend, repeated from a sofa not far from her, trying to get the girl's attention.

''This better be good.'' she snapped at him, looking up from her notes.

''You know the black bits in bananas?'' he paused taking a bite of the banana he was holding. ''Are they tarantula's eggs?''

''Please, don't ever, speak to me again in your life.'' she deadpanned.

''Aww, you don't mean that Kath, you love me really. You're just pissed because I'm the unattainable older guy.'' He said smugly, doing a pretentious model pose.

''Shut up Jay.'' she replied, blushing despite herself.

''You looooove me, you looooove me.'' He said loudly in a sing song voice. People were starting to stare.

''Shut up Jason!'' she repeated at the olive-skinned boy, louder this time.

''Or what?''

''Or, I'll take you out for a meal with Mr. and Mrs. Pain. Order up some violent quiche.''

There was a sort of awkward pause as they digested what she'd just said. She looked at Alfie, whose mouth was hung open in a fashion that made him resemble a caveman. They both burst into laughter simultaneously.

She was laughing so hard, she fell off her chair, and in a fit of clumsiness that only Katherine herself could accomplish, she managed to make all of her things go flying everywhere in the process, this only made her laugh harder, she couldn't stop laughing even though she was pretty sure that she was getting ink everywhere.

''Order up…Pain….Quiche!'' her brother said between fits of laughter. He was clutching his sides while tears streamed down his eyes.

Jason was literally rolling on the floor, looking like the biggest cliché in the history of clichés.

''Hey, could you shut up?'' the head girl shouted from across the room. The three Gryffindor's settled down, but not without the occasional muted giggle.

''Listen, we need to bring down Big-Head girl.'' Katherine ventured, still bitter about her public humiliation, she hadn't pranked anyone before, but then again, no one had ever started a vendetta against her, at least that's what Katherine considered it, even though Roxanne was treating everyone equally, an equally horrible way, she needed to be taken down a notch and Katherine had decided that it was up to her.

''Agreed.'' Alfie said.

''The question is, how?'' Alfie questioned, trying to look important by stroking his imaginary beard.

''We could always try the classic…''

''Yeah…''

Both boys stared at each other with a look of understanding that they probably practiced in front of the mirror in the mornings for moments like this.

''What?'' Katherine asked, perplexed. ''Like putting chili powder in her tea?''

''Well, it's not what you call conventional…'' Alfie began,

''No, it's what you call genius!'' Jason exclaimed.

The next morning, after Alfie made a quick trip to the kitchens, Katherine, Jason and Alfie watched anxious as the Likes to Give-Head girl took a sip of her tea. Almost immediately, she spat it out all over Kenneth Lansdale, the 7th year she'd be unashamedly flirting with all through breakfast.

''Agh! My eyes!'' he shrieked like a little girl, clutching his eyes, he ran around blindly before colliding headfirst into the Hufflepuff table and falling to the floor in a flurry of black robes and grunts that put a wild warthog to shame.

Katherine watched through her tears of laughter as Roxanne grabbed the nearest liquid, a jug of pumpkin juice, she spilt it all over herself in her hurry to get it to her mouth, but she spat that out too, next she reached for a glass of water, but she just proceeded to do the same.

''Whoops, I might have accidentally on purpose put extra strong chili powder in all of her drinks.'' Jason admitted,

Katherine laughed her ass off for the rest of the day, for once, when she walked down the corridors people weren't making snide comments about how she looked like a Dementor as she pranced down the corridors, instead they laughed about how stupid Roxanne Weasley looked earlier that morning, as she ran full pelt towards the hospital wing, eyes streaming, her face she the same shade as her hair.

A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, The Mighty Boosh or anything else referenced.

Hellooooo. Here we are again! Yet another re-write, and this one's taking it's time. I'm actually currently preparing for my GCSE's next month, but I'm avoiding revision and instead dusting off this old thing. I'm trying to make myself write longer chapters, around the 4K-5K mark, but I'm telling myself quality not quantity, so, yeah.

Tell me what you think?

Lots'o Hugs,

Pendurhh.