Chapter 17

The Hogwarts Express was beginning to near Kings Cross Station at nearly supper time that night. Catherine had forced herself to remember the information of Voldemort's letter until she had a chance to write it down.

She sat in a compartment with Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny (as she was going back to Grimmauld Place with Charlie, she had to stick close to Ron. Severus had said it was not safe for her to return home with him, she was to go to The Order.), as she sat there, she stared off into space, thinking.

"Cate . . . " Ron began, then louder, "Cate!" The eighteen-year-old shook out of her trance.

"Yes?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah." She looked around, absorbing her surroundings. "You guys know who all the death eaters are, right?"

"Yes." Harry replied quietly, "Why?"

"Do they have any kids at Hogwarts?"

"Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and some other kid, Theodore Nott." Ron replied, taking the burden from Harry. Hermione glanced at the other two from the corner of her eye.

"Hmph." Cate was about to return to her thoughts when the train pulled into the station. The five of them grabbed their trunks and pets, and headed off the train, and the platform.

On the other side of the barrier they met up with Mr and Mrs Weasley, Lupin, Charlie, The Grangers, and The Dursleys (though, they were standing far away from the others.)

Mrs Weasley approached them, hugging each of them, minus Catherine, who Charlie had managed to steal away. The young man wrapped her into a tight hug, then kissed her head softly before letter her go.

"How was your year?" He asked.

"Overall, it was pretty good. A lot of crap went on, but it was good." She sighed happily, smiling.

"How'd your last couple of weeks go?"

"Easy. I was done the exams fairly fast, and didn't bother reviewing much." She paused, "I did get an interesting letter earlier today though." Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? From who?"

"Uh . . . we'll talk about that later." She patted his shoulder as Mrs Weasley approached them.

"Hello dear." She greeted, pulling Cate into a hug, "Was your year well?"

"Yes." The young woman replied, pulling away.

"I'm glad to hear that." Mrs Weasley smiled, then leaned in closer. "Charlie's going to drive you home, Tonks is there right now, and her and Reamus will be checking in throughout the summer. We're heading off to The Burrow, we'll meet up with you in late August. All right?"

"Yes." Cate nodded.

"You two should go soon. Tonks is waiting for you to arrive."

"Okay." Charlie muttered, taking Catherine's trunk, they headed out to a muggle car that had been rented (not from the ministry).

Within twenty minutes, and one comfortably silent car ride later, the two had reached Grimmauld Place. Once inside, Tonks looked up from her place in the sitting room.

"Catherine, it's good to see you." She greeted, smiling.

"You too." The young woman smiled.

"There's something here for you . . . it's from your mother." The woman held up a small brown box. "Don't worry, I haven't looked inside." She added quickly.

"Thanks." Cate replied, taking it from her. "I'll just drop this off in my room." She stated to Charlie, then, levitating her trunk, she headed up the stairs.

When she got to her room, Catherine placed the package on the end of her bed and opened it. Inside, her two guns, and holders.

"Of course." She whispered to herself, "Muggle weapons . . . barely any witches or wizards know what they are, or look like. Brilliant." Catherine then took the box and place it into her trunk. The lid slammed shunt, causing the eighteen-year-old to not hear the door open behind her. When she turned around, she found Charlie directly behind her, the shock of it caused her to jump.

"Sorry." He apologized in a whisper, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's all right." When Cate replied, she found herself also whispering. "What do you . . . " The young woman was cut short by the sudden feeling of Charlie's lips against hers. Softly, Catherine wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing the young man back just as passionately.