The Chronicles of the Forgotten Potter

Harry left before the boys in his dormitory would wake up. He gave his sister a hug and a kiss on the forehead before mounting his broom to fly out the open window. “Thank you Harry,” she whispered so not to wake up Hermione. He gave her a smile as he kicked off and flew out of the room. She closed the window behind him, going back to bed for another hour or so before she would have to wake up for breakfast and first day of classes.



The girls met the boys in the common room before heading down to breakfast. They compared schedules, finding that they all had the same classes together, as per usual (with, of course, the exception of Divination, seeing as Hermione had stormed out of it refusing to return two years prior). Kat was still on a time turner schedule since she was in both OWL and NEWT level classes. Ron was still completely oblivious to the use of time turners within the school’s curriculum and the fact that two of his best friends had used them. Judging by the amount of classes that she was taking, Kat figured that this would be her last year with such a schedule and she was very certain that she would willingly be handing her time turner in for the last time when school came to a close.

George caught up with her after breakfast, greeting her with a kiss before offering to walk with her to their first classes of the day. He snaked an arm around her waist as they walked. Both seemed rather uncomfortable with each other as they walked, unsure of the stability of their rapidly crumbling relationship. He pulled her close, almost possessively as he clearly attempted to reassert his position as her boyfriend. He wanted nothing more than to make things work between them and he was clinging to the last shreds of hope that remained. He could tell that he was losing her if he hadn’t already. Kat seemed to have accepted the failure of their relationship and wasn’t sure of how much longer that they could keep up this clearly strained charade of affection that they were exhibiting. She was about ready to move on and he wasn’t ready to let go. The others could sense the couple’s tension as they attempted to converse with each other as they made their way to their classrooms. When they parted, George gave Kat a lingering hug and a kiss that lasted a little longer than necessary before walking off in the direction of his first class.

They had double potions with the Slytherins first and they joined their fellow classmates who had gathered outside of the room and were chattering quietly amongst themselves. “Kat, what’s going on with you and George? You both seem a bit off. It’s been this way since we all started living at Sirius’,” Hermione asked, pulling her friend aside as they waited for Snape to open the door. “I don’t know Hermione,” she replied, with a somewhat confused yet resigned expression clear on her face, “I like him, but more as a friend I think. Maybe more as a brother even? I dunno… I don’t think that I can really do this anymore.” Hermione gave her a sympathetic look before their attention shifted to the sound of the door handle clicking as their potions master opened the door to the classroom, allowing the students to enter. The girls quickly made their way over to the boys who were standing with Neville and Dean. Seamus still wouldn’t talk to Harry after their little stand off in the common room.

Snape’s hard glare found Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but softened ever so slightly as it came across Kat. None of them seemed to notice however, considering they were all preoccupied with other things. Kat was distracted telling off Malfoy, who was yet again both pestering and making passes at her as she tried, with little success to ignore him. She was very close to hexing him to oblivion when Harry finally pulled her away. “Thank you,” she muttered softly, attempting to regain her composure as he sat her down between him and Ron. She was used to this kind of behaviour from Malfoy, but she was tired and wasn’t really in the mood for him today.

Everyone quieted down as Snape made his presence known, signifying that class had indeed begun. After a rather brief introduction, he began to pair off students and assign their workspaces. He placed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and many other unlucky Gryffindors with Slytherins. Out of some fantastic piece of luck, Kat was paired with Neville as Snape muttered something along the lines of Neville perhaps managing to brew a potion successfully without it blowing up or going horribly wrong. She gave her long time friend a reassuring smile as they sat down at their table near the back of the classroom.

Her luck ran out unfortunately, when Malfoy and his partner were seated behind them. Malfoy couldn’t have been happier with the seating arrangement. He could make fun of Longbottom and he could pester and flirt shamelessly with Kat. It was, for lack of a better word, perfect. He liked her when she got frustrated. He thought that it made her look even more attractive than she already was. He loved her feisty attitude that drew him in further. The fact that she was Pott-head’s sister was a plus, but not the top, deciding factor of his rather strong attraction to her.

They spent the rest of class with a brief lecture on antidotes to poisons. He assigned a 24-inch essay on the history and use of bezoars. All of their classes dragged on, especially Kat’s, considering her rather ridiculous schedule consisting of about eight or nine classes. Both Harry and Hermione thought she was mad for taking such a large time turner schedule. By lunch, Kat had accumulated homework that had piled up from the five classes that she had taken already. She was glad that they only had one class left for the day, but that gladness stopped there. They all had Defense Against the Dark Arts next and none of them were looking forward to it. It would be their first class with Umbridge and everyone was completely unsure of what to expect.

“Blimey Kat… how much homework do you have?” Ron asked in disbelief as he eyed her rather large pile of books and parchment. “A lot is all you need to know Ronald,” she sighed in mock irritation. “It just seems like too much is all,” he replied, giving her a look of sympathy, shaking his head. Hermione couldn’t help but agree with him. “Bloody Hell, even Hermione thinks it’s too much,” he exclaimed causing Harry to laugh at his over enthusiasm, almost choking on the food that he had currently been chewing. Kat just rolled her eyes and returned to her Transfiguration reading with a small smile on her lips.


They were all seated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom chatting aimlessly as they awaited Umbridge’s arrival. Parvati Patil had set off an enchanted paper bird that was flying gracefully around the room much to everyone’s entertainment. Malfoy and his goons were sitting in the back, batting at it as it flew above them. It was just above Parvati’s desk when it burst into flames and drifted sadly down, landing in front of her. “Hem, hem.” Kat cringed as they all turned to face the back of the room to find Umbridge with her wand out.

“Good afternoon, children,” she squealed, her voice the ever-so-cringe worthy high-pitched and girly voice that held an edge of hostility, “Let’s talk about Ordinary Wizarding Level exams or O-W-L’s.” She began to walk forward, drawing the class’ attention to the chalkboard at the front of the room as she enchanted a piece of chalk that wrote as she dictated. “I am here to teach you a safe, Ministry approved method of defensive magic,” she continued, the overly sweet smile never leaving her face, “So, if you’ll please put away your wands and take out your textbooks. You will begin reading the introduction and chapter one.” Everyone froze. “We’re not using magic?” someone asked, breaking the heavy shock-induced silence. “Why, no… It’s dangerous to use spells against each other in the classroom. As I said, we will be using a Ministry approved method to keep the learning environment as safe as possible,” she replied, placing emphasis on the “will,” the Cheshire like grin spreading its way across her face as she asserted her authority.

“Then how are we supposed to actually use the spells when we need to defend ourselves?” ask Harry, the entire class’ gaze shifting to focus onto him. The toad-woman’s smile faltered as she answered, “My dear boy, why would you ever need to use these spells outside school-“ “Because Voldemort’s back! I saw him! I fought him!” he interrupted, rising from his seat, voice rising, his incredibly short temper flaring. “Harry,” came his sister’s calming voice, barely above a whisper with a very stern undertone to get him to shut up before he made his situation worse, but to no avail. “Now, you can’t just go saying something and expect everyone to believe it just because you say so,” she replied angrily, a rather grotesque attempt of a smile sweeping over her ugly features. “Oh, so you think that Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord,” he fired back, earning another hiss to shut up from Kat. “Detention, Mr. Potter!” Umbridge fumed, her voice near a shout, almost losing her temper. The class went silent, unsure of what to make of the current situation between the Boy Who Lived and the Ministry official turned teacher. Malfoy was clearly enjoying the whole thing, barely able to contain the amused grin that was fighting to make its presence known. Kat sat rigid in her chair, just barely managing to contain her anger at the vile woman.

“Now,” began the toad once she had regained her composure, “Please open up your books and read chapter one.” Both Kat and Hermione had read the textbook and had found it to be complete and utter rubbish. The girls reluctantly opened their books, pretending to read. Kat’s anger and raw power was screaming to be released and objects around them had begun to tremble ever so slightly. Luckily, only Hermione had seemed to notice and placed her hand gently on her friend’s shoulder. Her touch managed to bring Kat from her angry trance, barely soothing her.

The rest of the day dragged on, much to Kat’s dismay. Defense Against the Dark Arts, once one of her favourite classes, had now become one of her worst and was now taught by one of the people that she absolutely detested beyond all reason.



Kat and George were having yet another fight as they entered the common room later that evening after dinner. The golden trio and Fred stayed clear of them as they bickered. Insults were flying back and forth in an impressive array of wit. They went on like that for a solid five minutes before George, one of the certified masters of wit, had run out of insults. He was speechless. The others were shocked and Kat stood infuriated, yet triumphant. The two were breathing heavily staring at each other as the others cleared the room to give them some space. She looked at him expectantly, mentally pushing him to say something, anything to break the silence.

He said nothing, bracing himself for the impending conversation that would inevitably end in realising his recent fears. “I’ve been thinking a lot recently,” she started. “You’ve always done that,” he said in a feeble attempt to make some humour to lighten the tense mood that had overtaken them. She took a deep breath, sitting down on the couch as she spoke, “I’ve been thinking about us, George.” She hated to see his usually jovial expression crumble, but this needed to be done. “I can’t do this anymore George,” she said, breaking the uncomfortable, tension-filled silence, her voice taking on a less harsh tone. “Can’t do what, love?” he asked cautiously. “This!” she exclaimed, “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t lie to myself that this is working.” He slowly made his way to her side, sitting beside her on the couch and placed a hand on hers, “We don’t have to pretend, you know how I feel about you Kat.” He gave her hand a light squeeze, lightly caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“What happened to us George?” she asked, “We used to be best mates and now all we ever do is fight.” He looked down at their hands, “I dunno Kat.” She sighed, swallowing the lump that had begun to form in her throat, “I miss what we had. I miss what we were like before… before we…” He looked up at her with sadness in his eyes, “Before we started dating.” She nodded, unable to respond. There was a long pause as the two of them looked anywhere but into each other’s eyes. “I think,” she said, breaking the agonising silence between them, “I think that it’s best we split up. I love you George, but not in the way that you want. We’re not right for each other and you deserve a girl who cares for you the way that you do me.” He said nothing for a few moments, processing the words that had come out of her mouth. He nodded slowly, knowing that this was a fight that he was not going to win. “Okay,” he replied softly, the hurt clear in his voice. “Can we still be friends?” she asked hopefully. “Yeah,” he replied, trying to smile and lighten the clearly hurt mood that he had fallen into the instant the words had left her mouth. “Good,” she replied gently, hugging him tightly before standing up to leave, bidding him goodbye as she headed up the stairs to her dormitory, leaving him alone in the common room.