Dementor's Kiss (Harry Potter) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1: Harry's Gone.

A/N: This is dedicated to IAmSeverusSnape because she is an amazing person. She's definitely one of my good friends on here. Over the past few weeks we have gotten really close. She is mine though *glomps* BUT Go check out her stories please. She really deserves it

Callista was getting ready to go over to Harry's house for a bit, it had been almost a weeek since she saw him last. She wanted to meet up with him so they could go to the park for a while before he left for his private school, St. Brutus's. She slipped on some jeans and a white v-neck shirt and a black zip-up hoodie and ran a hand through her hair quickly trying to un-knot it. She put on her worn out white converses and ran down the stairs sliding down the railing and landing quickly on her feet, scaring some of Mrs.Figgs cats.

"Sorry Tibbles!" She screamed after the cat and wandered to the door quickly. "I'll be back Mrs.Figg! I'm going to see Harry for a bit!" She opened the door and paused for a moment waiting for her Mrs.Figg to reply.

"Alright dear, be careful okay?" Callista grunted a reply and skipped out the door, she jogged over to Harry's house while putting up her hoodie while it started to lightly mist. Cali knocked on the door waiting for an answer while putting her hands in her pockets.

When the door opened, expecting a russled up Harry she bamed a smile and went forward to hug him until she saw a red faced Mr. Dursley. Her face faltered and she stepped back putting her hands back into her pockets.

"What do you want?!" He huffed out a breath and glanced up at the sky nervously as if looking for something to drop out of it any minute.

"U-um is H-Harry here?" Mr. Dursley's face turned a more vibrant dark red, well more of deep purple, while his hand turned white on the door knob.

"NO! He is not here you stupid girl." He then slammed the door in her face, leaving Callista standing there stupidly. She gulped slightly and walked away. Had Harry already left? He wasn't supposed to leave for another few days, she didn't even get to spend his birthday with him.

Callista was walking back to Mrs.Figgs house when she heard a screech of some bird and then was hit in the back of the head by something unexpectedly. She turned around to start yelling at the bloody idiot who had decided to throw something at the back of her head, when all she saw was an large black owl on the mail box staring wide-eyed at her. She frowned and looked down to see a letter sitting on the ground, scrawled in green ink was her name and address. She frowned, she never got mail before...

She bent down and picked it up while delicately ripping open the letter. She pulled out a piece of paper and started reading..

'Dear Ms. Callista Black,

We are pleased to inform you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. We formally apologize for such a late acceptance, but we hope to see you there. We will be awaiting for your owl no longer then August 30th. Down below are list's of equipment needed for your third year...'

Yours Sincerely,

Professor McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress 

Cali's eyes grew wide and she ran into the house and walked into the drawing room where Mrs.Figg was while petting one of her cats. "Mrs.Figg..What's this?" Mrs.Figg let out a sigh and Tibbles meowed and pawed at her leg.

"Yes Tibbles, I think it's time to explain things.." Cali looked at her weirdly and sat down in a chair, she was starting to feel a little dizzy.

"Dear its time I explain things to you.."

Mrs.Figg stood up and walked over to the window before she closed the blinds tightly then quickly moved to lock the door.

"Callista, you should know by now. You are not an ordinary girl, and not in a bad way, a very good way. Your family was very well known and talented but some of them not in the best. But that's not my story to tell." Mrs.Figg took a deep breath and walked over to Callista and grabbed her hands in her small frail ones.

"Callista dear, there is a whole other world out there you don't know of. One filled with magic and great things, and then some things that aren't so great. Dear, what I am trying to say is, you are a witch. You are probably a most brilliant one at that! I was so happy to find Albus on my doorstep holding you in his arms." Her eyes were glazed with unsheed tears, but ones of happiness. "Being a witch is a wonderful thing dear. And being accepted into Hogwarts is a great honor."

Callista couldn't help but stare at Mrs.Figg like she had gone mental before she started laughing, clutching her stomach and wiping her eys from tears."Mrs.Figg are you sure your not messing with me? I mean honestly, witches and wizards? Magic? This all seems a little bonkers."

Mrs.Figg frowned and shook her head.

"No dear! I would never do such a thing. Remember when you got angry at me for that one time I didn't let you go see Harry and your cup of tea exploded for no reason? Or that time all of the couch pillows blew into smithereens? That was because of you dear. Anything weird or unexplainable that has ever happened to you was because you are a witch. You give the aura of magic."

She nodded slightly, Mrs.Figg was making a litte bit of sense, a lot of weird things did happen to her when she did get mad but the whole thing still seemed a little mad.

"So, I guess we should be writing a letter back saying I accept then?" Mrs.Figg beamed a huge smile while nodding eagerly and walked over to her writing desk and started writing down on a piece of paper. In all of the excitement  and confusion she had forgotten Harry was gone, and the thought of him leaving without saying a word caused her to frown.

"Mrs.Figg would I be able to tell Harry I'm a witch?" Mrs. Figg stopped in her writing and looked up nervously.

"Er, no dear. Muggles aren't allowed to know about us. Make's everything easier and keeps a lot of unwanted problems." Cali frowned and nodded, how was she going to keep this from him? They told each other everything, but lately she had noticed that he had been acting distant. She sighed and pushed the feeling away and decided to be more worried about what Mrs. Figg was writing in the letter.

After a hour has passed her letter was finished she hugged Mrs.Figg tightly but carefully. She was so much smaller,frailer, and shorter then her. And that was saying a lot, since Cali only stood at 4'8, and even Harry was a great deal taller then her.

"Thank you for everything Mrs.Figg, I couldn't of done anything without you." Mrs.Figg smiled and patter her shoulder gently.

"No problem dear." Day was now turned to night and Cali was still worried about Harry. Why didn't he tell her he was leaving sooner then planned? She stirred some soup in the pot she was currently making for dinner when she felt something rubbing against her legs.

Cali looked down to see Tibbles weaving between her legs she smiled and picked up the cat and scratched his ears.

"I'm worried Tibbles. Do you think Harry is starting to not want to be my friend anymore? Do you think he that maybe he found he was better off without me? "

Tibbles meowed and butted his head against her face and then started purring. She giggled and kissed his head. "Thanks Tibbles. At least I have you."

The cat snuggled down in her arms, pushing away her thoughts and worries until she smelt the soup starting to burn.

Later that night Callista was laying in bed in her pajamas staring out the window while Tibbles layed by her head purring away in his sleep. Her mind went over all the days event's quickly. She couldn't wrap everything around her head: Harry left, she found out she was a witch, and that Mrs.Figg was a squib and was as much as part of the wizarding world as the next muggle. Which she had nothing against when Mrs.Figg explained blood status in the wizarding world, she found it wrong that some were discriminated for it.

Tomorrow Mrs. Figg would be taking Callista to the Leaky Cauldron where she would be meeting up with Rubeus Hargrid who would be taking her to Gringotts bank and get her supplies for her third year. 

All in all tomorrow would be an interesting day, with that last thought she fell into asleep.