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Category: Pre-OotP, Alternate Universe Characters:Harry/Ginny Genres: Drama Warnings: Mental Abuse Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 87 Summary: Auror Spook Kitty Fawley thought the difficult part of her return to the UK would be getting Sirius out of prison and recovering Harry from his Muggle relatives. Turns out that was the easiest thing she would do. To help them, Kitty will delve into a mystery deeper than any she faced in the field. Hitcount: Story Total: 134186; Chapter Total: 3374 Awards: View Trophy Room Author's Notes: This thought came to me one night and it would not let me go until I started writing. Look for a weekly update. Thanks to my amazing beta, Arnel, who rocks. Believe me, she keeps me in line. |
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Prologue September 2, 1981 “You don’t have to leave,” Lily pleaded. “Harry is going to miss you so much.” “Lily, I can’t stay. Not after what happened; not after he humiliated me that way. You’d think nearly two years together would mean something, but…” she trailed off. “You know how to reach me, but please don’t share it. Betty knows how to as well. This is a good opportunity for me.” “Kitty, please don’t go. He’s sorry he–” “Sorry! We had a spat. I went to my parents to think and the next night he’s at a bar and has sex in the bathroom with a Muggle he can’t even remember her name? Then he must be treated for some horrible disease that’s ravaging people who don’t have access to our magical healing! This is more than an ‘I’m sorry’ and a box of chocolates. I just can’t do it anymore, Lil.” “Alright, I understand. Come back soon, yeah? We are really going to miss you.” Lily moved to hug Kitty and they clung to each other. “No more than a year, I promise.” Chapter 1 July 20, 1984 Ekaterina Aurelia Victoria Lovisa Fawley is someone people moved aside for as she strode purposely through the British Ministry of Magic. Nearly six feet tall in her four-inch stilettos, raven hair that fell to her waist and her brilliantly bright blue eyes were intimidating to many; her athletic build and air of importance only added to her presence. Kitty, as she had been known to her friends, held the direly important papers in her hand while scanning the Atrium for her father. She nearly plowed into a group of children throwing Knuts into the Magical Brethren fountain when she had made eye contact with him. “Everything successful?” her equally statuesque father asked. Wallace Fawley was a well-known Magical Diplomat and now representative on the International Confederation of Wizards. He stood over six feet, had salt and pepper hair and eyes as dark as his child’s were light. “Albus wasn’t thrilled I was meddling in this,” Kitty stated, even as they headed to the Disapparation point. “He committed crimes and he’s unhappy someone has pointed it out,” Wallace said coldly. “This must be rectified, lest I be forced to report him.” He respected the Hogwarts Headmaster and was in awe of his magical skill and mind, but the law was there to protect the innocent and punish those who had done wrong. “Thankfully the other paperwork I filed on Monday is nearly fully accepted. The horrible Muggles are the problem, even though they never legally adopted him.” Kitty looped her arm through her father’s and allowed him to Side-Along Apparate her to their destination. Rectifying this utter disaster had become her sole purpose in life. Kitty knew she’d been rash in her decision to leave England and enter work with the New Zealand Ministry of Magic in deep cover, but she was just hurting too much after the death of her friend, Marlene McKinnon, and the betrayal of her on-again-off-again boyfriend. She needed to be away and neither James and Lily being in hiding nor her godson were enough to keep her on British soil. Betty Curran, a close friend and former roommate with she, Marlene and Lily always knew how to reach her. Plus, the Potters had the Marauders to protect them, and they were more than friends, they were brothers. When she’d finally ended her deep cover mission within New Zealand and was able to head back to her parents’ home in Paris, she was made aware of the horrible facts. She used the Floo to the British Ministry immediately and began redeeming favors from nearly everyone she could. Kitty finally called her father and he opened doors for her that her last name and five-year career in the Ministry couldn’t. She stood with her father at the gates of Azkaban hoping she’d eventually gain forgiveness from the two people who had suffered most at the hands of her impetuousness. Her father took the papers from her hands and presented them to the wizard at the gates. Inside, Sirius Black was doing push-ups. He needed the strength in his arms and shoulders; sometimes it was the only thing which kept him from ending up in the dislocation position when they brought him in for ‘questioning’. His strength saved him on more than one occasion. Unfortunately, being chained to the wall was one of the easier ways to manage methods of torture here. He snapped his mind closed on those thoughts. Nothing good came from remembering or worrying about what might come next. Instead he thought about his school years, when he’d been happy, and his ‘family’ had been whole. “Black, get up,” the guard barked, and Sirius did what he’d been told. Uncomfortable thoughts niggled at his mind; he wasn’t due to be questioned for another week. His inquisitors were nothing if not predictable. “Where I am going?” Sirius asked, even as he present his arms — wrists together, palms up — for shackling. The magical binders cut into the never quite healed scars there. The guard said nothing. Sirius’ gut tightened in fear. A Dementor floated behind him, forcing him to remember the Halloween night when he found James face up, eyes staring at nothing. He’d been forced to climb over his dead friend’s body to get to the nursery. When they didn’t turn toward the ‘Interrogation suite’, but rather the front gates, Sirius no longer knew what was happening. He nearly fell over when he saw Kitty and Wallace standing there. Sirius Black had never loved anyone, save his adopted mother Euphemia Potter, the way he had loved Kitty. His hurting her and her subsequent flight from England was a shock to his system. He blamed James and Lily’s deaths on his distraction that Halloween night. He should have been with them. He should have been on guard that night. Instead, he had flown his bike to see if Kitty had returned from wherever she was. He was only gone a little while, no more than a half an hour. It was long enough. He couldn’t wrap his head around why she was here. “What are you…” Sirius trailed off. His shackles were released, and the shards of his wand shoved into his open palm. He nearly dropped them before he realized what it was. “Sir,” he said, quickly removing his eyes from Kitty’s to her father’s. He quickly tried to wipe his hands off on his uniform, but discovered it was in worse shape than he. Kitty lifted her wand and cleaned his hands up a bit. “Thanks,” he muttered before he offered his hand to Wallace. “Sirius,” Wallace said before stiffly shaking the waiting palm. “Do you have everything, my Katia?” The man might have been born as an Englishman, but when he said his daughter’s name the Russian heritage in him could be heard. “I’ll be fine, Papa,” she said quietly. “I’m going back to the house.” “Okay,” he said with a nod. “Mama and I are only in Paris, if you should need us.” Wallace turned and strode away, leaving the former lovers staring at each other in the dark and damp vestibule of the prison. “There’s something you need to sign, and then we can be going.” Kitty wanted to look anywhere but at his face. Just because she couldn’t leave him here to rot didn’t mean this was easy on her. However, she would be with him for as long as he wanted to stay. Knowing Sirius, it would be a long time. “Did your father just get me out of prison?” Sirius asked. “No,” Kitty snapped. “I did. If I hadn’t been so deep undercover, I would have been here years ago, but I honestly did not know until three days ago. Since then I’ve been fighting almost everyone to get you and Harry back home with me.” “You’ve seen Harry?” Sirius said as he quickly scribbled on the parchment the waiting clerk was holding. “Yes, and you will too, tomorrow, if I can clean you up.” |
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