 A Tale of Two Houses - Sa16+
Hi guys. Since no one seems to be reading The Coven of Sk'Natherra at the moment, I'd thought I'd post a new FF I'm working on. I've wanted to write this story for ages, but had never got round to it. It's a Lily/James and Marauder-esque fan fiction and I hope you enjoy it.
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A Tale of Two Houses
Part One
The predator kneaded the wooden surface with its claws; her eyes narrow slits of gold. Her long black tail twitched as her prey stopped and sniffed the air.
Did it know she was there?
Muscular fur-clad legs frozen impatiently in a hunter’s crouch, waiting for that moment; that perfect moment to pounce.
She lowered her shoulders and raised her hind legs. The moment approached. The small creature had no idea of the terrible fate that was about to befall it.
“Bad kitty!”
Freyja was rudely swept up by two human hands around the belly and gold eyes found blues eyes. She struggled and yowled in annoyance as the tiny little bard owl hopped away with fright. With a remorseful look in her eyes, she watched her prey fly out of the window and back to the owlry.
She grumbled as her human scowled at her and tried to batter Krysta’s nose with her paw.
The young human dodged the attack and quickly let the cat drop to the floor where she immediately made a beeline for behind a bookcase. She hid there glaring daggers at Krysta who shook her head and went back to the sofa.
“There’s no point getting annoyed with me. I’ve told you before about chasing Orion.” She scalded the cat who ignored her and started preening her left shoulder.
“And stop pretending you don’t understand me because you do.” Added the young witch. Freyja stopped preening momentarily to throw Krysta another sour look and began work on her other shoulder and leg.
“She must be the cleanest cat I’ve ever seen.” Commented a small, skinny boy on the sofa opposite Krysta. Krysta looked at him, regarding his sickly pale skin and lank black hair. If he hadn’t been so disheveled he may have been a member of her own family.
She too had long black hair and pale skin, though on her it looked sultry and pretty. He looked like he’d been pulled backwards through a rhododendron bush.
“She’s bored.” Commented Krysta. “She always grooms when she’s bored.”
“Oh” commented the boy. He fidgeted a little and tried to look interested in the tapestry hanging over the fireplace. She rolled her eyes and picked up the book she’d been reading.
For several seconds the room remained quiet. They were the only two people in the Slytherin common room as it was the holidays and most people had gone home to their families.
“What’s your cat’s name?” the boy suddenly asked and Krysta looked up, startled.
“Freyja.” She replied and looked back down at the book.
“Oh.” He replied.
More seconds passed.
“I used to have a cat.” He spoke again and this time when she looked up a flash of annoyance touched her eyes. He must have noticed because he slouched slightly in his chair.
“Really?” she asked, not really interested.
“Yeah. She was called sooty.”
Krysta nodded, thinking what a stupid, unoriginal name “sooty” was for a cat. She went to pick her book up again when the boy once more interrupted.
“My Dad drowned her.”
Krysta put her book down and closed it. He had her attention now.
“What?!” she asked her mouth staying open in shock.
The boy shrugged and looked at the floor.
“She was going to have kittens and he said we couldn’t afford to feed them all.” He explained and Krysta’s mouth stayed wide open in horror.
She eventually closed it and studied the boy closely for a little while. Eventually she held out her hand him in friendship.
“My name’s Krysta; Krysta Hedwig.”
The boy looked at her hand uncertainly for a second and then took it gently and shook it.
“Severus.” He replied. “Severus Snape.” |