Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasly, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasly, George Weasly, Fred Weasly, anyone you can think of in the Harry Potter books. I also don't own the song. I DO own, however, Katherine Julia Potter and her cat.

Me: It's so hard to work on this one when I want to work on the others! I've finally finished the 5th book! Well anyway, I'm having a bit of a dilemma. Y'see, I was planning on making this a now I'm in love with seriously considering Kathy/Hermione! But then who will Harry have? I hate Cho and give me your thoughts! WAAAH it's so sad, Sirius died! *Cries for hours. Kicks Snape in the shin*

Snape: OW! What did that have to do with Sirius dying?

Me: Nothing, I just really don't like you! Where's Draco?

Snape: *Points*

Me: *Turns to Draco and proceeds to beat him up. Then runs to Lucius, Filch, Bellatrix, Dolores Umbrige, Fudge, Rita, Cho, Vernon, Petunia, Dudley, and Voldemort and beats them up. Goes back and kicks Snape again*

Choosing the Wands

"Wel'p, this is it!" Hagrid said, now that his fingers were dripping with ice cream. "Ollivaders!"

The sight had a silent reception. Harry stared at the store in wonder. Kathy scooped the ice cream from the corners of her mouth with her index finger nail and sucked the last bit of Choco Mint Chip off it.

"In we go!" Hagrid escorted the two inside.

"Hello."

An old man shuffled out of the back room. Ollivander seemed like a very creepy old man, as Kathy observed. Probably had no wife and lots of stuffed animal heads on his walls.

"Ah, yes. I was expecting you two. The Potter twins. Harry, so much like your father, could've been twins. Except for those are Lily's. I remember when she came in here. She bought a willow and unicorn hair wand, 10 ¼ inches, swishy. Perfect for charms. And you, Kathy, you look amazingly like her, except for those eyes. Those brown eyes are James's own. He bought a mahogany and phoenix feather wand, 11 inches, pliable, perfect for transfiguration. Well, let's see what wands choose you, shall we? Why not ladies first?"

"You heard him, Harry," Kathy said, with a straight face.

Harry gave her a look. She winked and then stepped forward.

"I'm a righty," she said, as the tape measurer began to do its job on her arms.

"Right, well, let's see, perhaps this one." He handed her a wand. "Poplar tree with unicorn hair. Just give it a wave."

Kathy swung the wand in the air. The side window exploded.

"I'm guessing that's not a good sign," Kathy said, handing the wand back.

"No, it's not. Well, perhaps this one's opposite will do." He gave her another one.

Kathy swung it in the air. A shower of red sparks rained down on the floor.

"Excellent!" Ollivander said, and began scribbling on a piece of paper. "Cedar tree with dragon heartstring, 13 inches, durable yet bendy, perfect for potions. And young Harry?"

Harry tried. And tried. And tried until Kathy started snickering behind him and he back-kicked her in the shin, at which she gave his unruly hair a yank.

"Perhaps this one," Ollivander said, just as patiently as when they had entered his shop 20 minutes ago.

Harry snatched it and swung it in a complete circle. Like Kathy's, his wand shot off red sparks.

"Perfect!" Ollivander began scribbling again. "Holly tree with phoenix feather, 11 inches, strong yet supple, perfect for defense and offense against the dark arts. How strange ---"

"What's strange?"

"The phoenix who gave us your feather gave us another ---and I'm sad to say that other feather gave you two those scars."

Suddenly the wand felt very cold in Harry's hand. This wand's brother was responsible for the ugly scar on his forehead, and the one on the base of Kathy's neck? The scars that, on sparse occasions, gave Harry the feeling his skull was splitting open, and Kathy that her spine was being ripped out?

"I'm not sure I want this," he said.

"It's too late, the wand has already bonded with you. If I put it away now, it will simply follow you out of the store. Let's comes to 14 galleons."

Hagrid slapped own 14 gold coins.

"Ah, Rubeus Hagrid! Oak, 16 inches, bendy, good for controlling wild animals, correct?"

"." Hagrid looked embarrassed.

"It was snapped, I presume, when you got expelled?"

".yessir," Hagrid said. "We should get going, shouldn't we, Miss and Mr. Potter?" He almost pushed them out of the store.

"You were expelled?" Kathy asked.

"I don' wanner talk abou' it," Hagrid said uncomfortably. "Now, look, I bought yer books with yer money. I really should get yeh a birthday present other than a smashed-up cake."

"It was good though," Harry said, and Kathy nodded in agreement.

"Still." Hagrid said. "Why not owls? Not toads, they went outta style long ago, and cats make me sneeze."

"Oh, I wanted a cat," Kathy said.

Hagrid groaned.

"Pwease?" Kathy said, doing her best to look innocent.

Hagrid melted. "All righ'. Yeh can get a cat."

"Merlin's Beard, Kathy, I said a cat, not four!" Hagrid exclaimed, seeing Kathy group together four cats. "Jus' one, if yeh please."

"That one." Kathy pointed to a black cat with a white belly. "Her name's Mackenzie."

"All right, Mackenzie'll do," Hagrid said, looking ready to sneeze. "And how about yeh, Harry?"

"This owl." He grabbed the cage of a snowy owl. "Her name's Hedwig."

"All right, Hedwig and Mackenzie."

He paid for the two animals and they were out of the pet shop, heading back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey, Hagrid," Kathy said.

"Yeah?"

"Harry's come the wand who chose Voldemort."

"Don' say the name!"

".how come its brother picked Harry? And for that matter, why not me?"

"I can't rightly say, Kathy. Wands are a tricky business, they are. Best not to worry abou' it. Yessir." He looked distant. "Best not to worry abou' it fer now."

"What's with him saying "for now"?" Kathy asked. She and Harry were back in their attic room on 4 Privet Drive, piling their books in their trunks. Their return had not been anticipated; them walking in had caused a fit for Dudley, a sobfest for Petunia, and the angry cursing of Vernon.

"No idea, Kath," Harry said.

"Betcha it's something to do with Voldemort," Kathy said, trying to neatly stack her Transfiguration and History of Magic books. "Oh, excuse me, Lord Weed."

Harry stifled a laugh. Mackenzie meowed in the corner. Hedwig hooted.

"So what's that letter?" Kathy said, pointing to a slip of paper Hagrid had given Harry.

"It's for the train," Harry said. "It says to be at King's Cross at exactly 11 o'clock on the first."

"Weird, isn't it?" Kathy said, dropping backwards and sitting on her sleeping bag. "One day we're working like slaves, the next we're off to a wizard school." She grinned. "It'll be fun torturing Little Dudders with all our spells, won't it?"

Harry laughed.

"Wonder if Mum ever tortured dear old Aunty Petunia with her spells?" Kathy said.

The laughter died away. "---I don't know. In fact, we know next to nothing about our mum and dad, don't we? We know they're called James and Lily, we know that we look like them with our eyes switched, we know what wands they used, we know they were killed by Voldemort but we survived, and---"

"That's pretty much it," Kathy said. Mackenzie strolled into her lap to be petted.

"How'd they meet? When did they meet? When did they get married? How long before they had us? Did they pick favorites? Were they good in school? Who were they friends with?"

"Who gave Harry the ability to run his mouth off?" Kathy said, and dodged a pillow thrown at her. "But seriously, I know what you mean."

"How different would life have been if they hadn't died?"

"Well, it's no good to think about it. It won't bring them back," Kathy said, suddenly sharp, dropping her books in a pile and slamming her trunk shut. "Hand me my notebook, will you?"

"Writing another song?" he asked, searching among the sleeping bags.

"No, I'm knitting a sweater," Kathy said.

Harry made a face at her, then handed her a thin, green notebook, a mechanical pencil stuck in the spiral binding. Kathy had started writing songs when she was 8 years old. She wrote whenever she had a spare moment.

She took out the pencil and opened the notebook, then snorted. "I almost forgot I wrote this," she said.

"Which one?" Harry leaned over.

"Castle on a Cloud," Kathy said, showing it to him.

He took the notebook and read out loud, as if he were reading poetry.

"There is a castle on a cloud/I like to go there in my sleep/Aren't any floors for me to sweep/Not in my castle on a cloud/There is a room that's full of toys/There are a hundred boys and girls/Nobody shouts or talk to loud/Not in my castle on a cloud/There is a lady all in white/Holds me and sings a lullaby/She's nice to see and she's soft to touch/She says, "Katherine, I love you very much"/I know a place where no one's lost/I know a place where no one cries/Crying at all is not allowed/Not in my castle on a cloud." He looked up. "Couldn't put in my name, could you?"

"Didn't fit," Kathy said. "But look, there's a dedication." She pointed to where her childish handwriting had written out "For Harry". "Happy?"

"Yeah." He flopped back down.

"Lost my inspiration," Kathy said, putting down the notebook.

Harry picked up his wands and twirled it between his fingers. It looked like a very, very tiny log.

"It's amazing, isn't it, that this one's brother belonged to Voldemort? Why do I have the wand who's other half killed mum and dad?"

"What makes you think I know?" Kathy said, and a very weird noise escaped from her mouth. It sounded like a squeak and a shout at the same time.

"Kathy?!" Harry jumped up, but in a second he was pressing his head against the wall, trying to calm the dull, constant ache starting from his scar and spreading across his skull.

"." Kathy said through clenched teeth.

And quite suddenly, both the pains went away.

"I can move my neck again," Kathy said, rolling it around.

"I don't feel like my brains are bleeding," Harry said, slowly sitting down. "That hasn't happened in a while, has it?"

"No, it hasn't." Kathy sat down. "I'm wiped, Harry. I wanna read that Potions book tomorrow. I'm hitting the hay."

"Good idea, 'cause I wanna read that Defense book again."

"You sure your head's okay?" Kathy asked.

". Good night, Kathy."

"'Night, Harold Pothead."

"Stop calling me that, Kathy."

"Never, Harold Pothead."

She turned out the light, and was unsuccessful in dodging another pillow.

Me: Well, that's chapter 5. *Has Snape and Draco by the ears* Review, please! *Knocks their heads together* And give me advice on future couples, please! *Knocks their heads together again* Oh yeah, something's up with , they're not letting me space or have three dots or center things. So if it looks a little awkward with what I improvised with, just know that it'd look more awkward without it. *Drops Snape and Draco on the ground and runs to go kill Cho*