The Chronicles of the Forgotten Potter

Kat and Neville’s relationship had progressed by quite a bit over the next month. They had gone on several little dates (when they weren’t busy with classes, schoolwork, DA meetings, quidditch, and what not) and had been spending an increasing amount of time together. Their relationship was moving at a comfortably slow pace, not at the breakneck, extremely high sexual tension-filled speed that she had experienced with Draco. Neville’s was a sweet and tender courtship, one that Kat enjoyed and found to be a pleasant distraction from the increasingly graphic dreams that tormented her at night and the issues and thoughts that plagued her mind every day. He hadn’t so much as kissed her yet, and for some reason, she liked it. They cuddled together when they had rare moments alone, moments that they both adored.

Neville would often hold her hand or place a hand on her knee under the table when they sat next to each other at dinner. Needless to say that the small little things that he would do made her fall for him very quickly.



There was a soft breeze passing through the astronomy tower, rippling softly through Kat’s raven hair as she and Neville leaned against the railing staring out at the landscape cascading out in front of them. “Hey, Kat, can I talk to you about something?” Neville asked, nerves trickling subtly into his voice. “What’s up Nev?” she said turning to face him, her arm resting on the railing she was leaning against. He paused for a moment, looking only slightly unsure of himself before taking a deep breath and almost giving a nervous laugh on the exhale. She smiled back at him reassuringly, giving a small chuckle finding his nervousness to be utterly adorable.

‘’I, uh, I really like you Kat and …well… you’re amazing and brilliant and I- I really enjoy all of the time we’ve been spending together. I hope that you’ve been having a good time on our little dates and…and…” he sighed trying to maintain his relatively decent somewhat strong composure, ”I’m sorry, I’m rubbish at this.” Kat smiled, “It’s fine Nev.” He took another deep breath, “I dunno what it is about you Katherine, but you make me so nervous but I always feel so confident around you. Blimey, that doesn’t even make any sense. I know you can handle yourself but I feel like… I feel like I need to protect you, to care for you and it’s just… Merlin, I’m rambling on like a total idiot, and, bugger it! Kat, will you be my girlfriend?”

Kat didn’t even need to stop to think for one second about her answer, “Of course I will Nev.” She couldn’t help but smile when she saw the relatively goofy grin form on his lips. The two of them had not realized how close they had gotten, until that moment and the smiles slowly faded from their faces. Neville had begun to lean in, pausing briefly centimeters from her lips, as if to check his boundaries. Kat’s gaze flickered from his warm eyes to his inviting lips as she moved in slightly giving him permission to lean the rest of the way in and close the gap. She was in heaven as his soft lips pressed gently to hers in a tender first kiss.

The feeling of this kiss, this particular kiss, far surpassed the feeling of any that she had shared with any of her exes. For lack of a better and less stereotypical description of the feeling, it was like sparks had gone off within her, an electricity that permeated throughout her body. When they pulled away, both were blushing with soft, shy smiles. Wordlessly, their lips met again, moving harmoniously as she placed her right hand on cheek and his left hand found its way to her waist. They pulled apart slowly, panting slightly, their faces still close as he pressed his forehead to hers. The clock tower chimed loudly, bringing them from their happy daze. “I guess we should probably head back,” Neville murmured, his disappointment mirroring Kat’s, as they slowly separated, neither wanting the evening to end. “Yeah, I suppose we should.”

He gently took her hand as they began to make their way from the tower, chatting occasionally on the way back to Gryffindor tower. The corridors were fairly empty as the time for curfew drew near. After entering the common room, the two said goodnight giving each other a tight hug and a soft kiss before heading up the opposite stair cases to their dormitories.



When Kat had arrived back at her room the previous night, Hermione had interrogated her about her date with Neville. She had become so increasingly excited as the raven-haired girl discussed his asking her to be his girlfriend and their first kiss. Hermione placed her hand on Kat’s arm to express her congratulations when she felt a strange pull on her mind. She found it odd but pushed it aside, seeing it as nothing of concern or importance. The two girls chatted happily until they began to doze off. Kat, however, could not bring herself to fall asleep. She too had felt the pull in her mind, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was in fact her mind that she had felt the pull on. She shook her head, thinking that she’d discuss it with Snape during their next lesson in the coming evening, instead allowing her mind to drift to the now feared realm of her dreams. The dreams that tortured her at night and caused her to wake up in cold sweats at ungodly hours shaking in fear. She hoped, full heartedly that tonight would be an exception.



The next morning Kat and Hermione met up with Harry and Ron in the common room to walk down to the great hall for breakfast. The four had charms first and they were happy to have Flitwick as opposed to Snape or Umbridge as the starting professor of the day. They all sat in their usual places at the fairly empty Gryffindor table, discussing the next potential meeting time for the DA. Hermione was giving Kat nudging looks to tell Harry about her recent progression in her relationship. “Kat has something to tell you,” Hermione started, giving an innocent smile, earning an eye roll and a small smile from her friend. “What’s up?” asked Ron, with his mouth partially full, causing Hermione to sigh in distaste for his barely improving bad habits.

Harry looked from Ron to his sister with an amused smile. “Well, you know how Neville and I have been going out. Well, last night we were in the Astronomy Tower after the DA meeting and, well he asked me to be his girlfriend,” she replied rather shyly, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. “That’s brilliant Kat,” Harry exclaimed. “Yeah,” echoed Ron with enthusiasm, “Well, what did you say?” “I said yes, of course! Blimey Ron, did you really think I’d say no?” Kat exclaimed quietly, not wanting to attract attention just yet, she wanted to keep Draco in the dark for as long as possible, the last thing she needed at the current time was for him to harass both Kat and more importantly Neville about their relationship. She really didn’t want to put Neville through that unnecessary stress when they had so many more important things to worry about. Harry and Ron congratulated her, both smiling. Harry gave his sister’s hand a light squeeze from over the table, his green eyes telling her everything.

He was genuinely glad for his sister. He knew that Neville, however clumsy and shy he was, would do anything to protect her and keep her happy. He had proven it to him through his extremely close friendship with Kat throughout their entire experience at Hogwarts thus far. Yes, Harry was indeed in protective brother mode, but he knew deep down that Neville would never hurt her in any way possible. It was also a plus because he had not seen Kat this happy in years. Fred and Malfoy didn’t even come close to making her feel like Neville did and for that he was thankful.

As his hand lay on hers, he felt a tug on his mind, an odd feeling that he only sometimes experience in his dreams. Suddenly there were small flashes of pictures, from his past, ending with a flash of a picture of his sister and Neville. He felt her pull her hand out from under his, a small look of fear clear on her face. He looked at her curiously as she suddenly stood from her seat, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, her eyes downcast as a shameful look spread over her pretty features as she quickly turned and left the great hall, leaving a confused and somewhat worried golden trio behind.



She ran a hand through her hair as she walked out and into the entrance hall; she began to make her way to the charms classroom. Her mind was abuzz with this strange feeling that she had gotten from the minds of Harry and Hermione. She was becoming afraid of her own mind and what it’s potential was. This wasn’t a coincidence and she knew that she was going to have to talk to Snape about this during their occlumancy lesson that evening. She had seen pictures this time, flashing in her mind, they weren’t hers and it scared her.
“Oi, Katherine,” called the Slytherin Prince who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere and was, at present, leaning lazily against the wall in front of her, tearing her from the fearful thoughts that occupied her mind. “What do you want, Malfoy,” she sighed, frustration obvious in her voice. “Oh, on last name basis again are we love? Pity, we were doing so well, you know, with our relationship and all,” he said, pushing himself off from the wall, beginning to slowly stalk towards her, eerily reminding her of how they had first gotten together in the first place. She took a step back, rolling her eyes in irritation, “You lost the first name privilege when you insulted my brother and my friends after that bloody quidditch match.” His arrogant expression dimmed and became mixed with what seemed to be a somewhat regretful look, but only for a second before disappearing.

“So,” he began, recovering from her blunt jab at his ego, “I hear you’re with someone new. Care to tell me who?” She sighed, “What’s it to you?” She had a feeling that he knew more than he was letting on, which was, in fact, true. He had suspected the possible identity of Kat’s new boy. He just wanted to be sure of who his competition was. “Oh, I’m just interested as to who is filling my shoes. As your ex, I have that right. You at least owe me that,” he sighed dramatically. “I owe you nothing Malfoy,” she hissed, starting to walk away again. “Alright, alright, you owe me nothing,” he said, catching up with her and managing to maneuver himself back in front of her, “I just want to know. I’m curious, that’s all.” Kat sighed in frustration, finding that he blocked her way no matter where she stepped, “Just leave me alone Draco, I need to get to class.” “No you don’t, you still have plenty of time,” he countered, “Are you forgetting that we’re in the same class Katherine.” He gave her a sly smile, the same one that used to lead to their physical escapades. “I saw you with someone last night, I didn’t see their face, but I know they’re from your house,” he stated quietly, “Who is it?” She sighed in exasperation, “Fine. It’s Neville.”

“Longbottom, really Kat?” Malfoy scoffed, “Of all the people you could use to get back at me with, you use him? I didn’t think you could stoop that low. It’s pathetic, really.” Kat froze, slowly turning to face him, wanting nothing more than to slap the condescending smirk from his admittedly handsome face. “Excuse me?” He could tell she was fuming which was exactly what he wanted. “I am not using Neville as a rebound if that’s what you’re implying,” she said rather calmly, her eyes telling another story as they glinted with anger. She was fighting hard to keep control of her powers, knowing very well of what the consequences would be. “Oh come on Kat, it’s been a few weeks since we split up. You can’t honestly be telling me that you’ve moved on already,” he drawled in a know-it-all fashion, the cocky smirk only faltering for a moment.

“Actually, yes, I am Malfoy,” she replied, “And it’s been over 2 months since we split, which means I’m past any form of rebound. I really like Neville. He’s sweet, loyal, kind, and he actually cares about people other than himself.” The cocky smirk was wiped from his face, “Look, I just want to make sure that you’re satisfied Katherine, I know how much of a handful you can be in bed,” he said softly, stroking her cheek, “I just want to know that he’s up to par.” She pulled away from his touch as if he had shocked her, “For your information Malfoy, we haven’t done anything yet. Want to know why? Because our relationship doesn’t revolve around constant need for physical relations, it’s sweet and tender, something that I want. Something that you couldn’t give.” He was at a loss for words, “Now if you don’t mind, I have to get to class.” With that she walked away, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.