The Bad Boy Calls Me Kitten

Chapter One

 White fog obscured his senses....big, blurred shapes were moving around him....then came a new voice, a man's voice, shouting, panicking-

'"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" The sounds of someone stumbling from a room - a door bursting open - a cackle of high-pitched laughter-

'''Harry! Harry....wake up...."

Lupin was tapping Harry hard on the face. This time it was a minute before Harry understood why he was lying on a dusty classroom floor.

"I heard my dad," Harry mumbled. "That's the first time I've ever heard him - he tried to take on Voldemort himself, to give my mum time to run for it..."

I swallowed dryly and turned the page, desperate to find out more. I had already read all the books and seen the movies, but reading them again never got old. My back hurt from sitting against the bookshelves, but I didn't care. I never did when I was drunk in love with a new book. I was reading the third book in the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban. In my opinion, the books were way better than the movies. It was a thick book, and incredibly time consuming. But I couldn't help myself. I mean, it was sitting right there on the bookshelf, seductively calling my name with its torn purple spine.

I don't know how much time had passed. I suppose I should have gotten up and checked the time, so I wouldn't get locked inside the library. Books were my greatest weakness. The world could have been attacked by zombies, and I wouldn't have half the mind to look out the window. Anyone else have this problem?

My mother always said "I'd rather have my nose in a book than in someone else's business." I got my love of reading from her, I suppose. She passed away a few years ago. I did miss her, but what could I do? I couldn't go back in time and change what happened, unless a tall man in a bowtie with a blue box shows up at my door.

"Miss Warrens."

I glanced up, keeping my fingertips locked onto the page. Mrs. Agnes stood over me, a stern look in her eyes. She looked at her invisible watch and tapped her wrist, as if to tell me it was time to leave. I sighed and stood up, putting the book back where I found it.

"I shall see you tomorrow, Genevieve." Mrs. Agnes smiled, ushering me out the door.

"You will! Goodbye." I said, slinging my bookbag over my shoulder. She waved as I walked out. I put my hair up in a bun as I exited down the stairs and out the front double doors. As soon as I stepped outside, a whirlwind of leaves danced around in a circle around my feet. I zippered up my jacket and shoved my hands into my pocket. Winter was coming, and I was far too excited for snow.

Winter was my favorite time of the year. Christmas, snow, and hot chocolate. Not to mention that those damned mosquitoes could burn in hell for the next glorious 6 months. I walked quickly down the street, eager to get home. We had a dinner party tonight.

Last week, a family had moved into the house next to ours. The house had been abandoned and empty for a couple years. The last resident, an old woman named Gretchen, had moved out because she lived alone and said the house was far too big for someone like her. Since then, no one else had entered until someone brought it. I had yet to see the new residents, but I hoped they didn't have a dog.

I was allergic to fur, which sucks because....dogs....puppies....basically any cute animal, I couldn't stand next to for one minute before sneezing my nose right off.

I entered the house, shuddering for a second in the hallway as the warm air suddenly hit me. I immediately closed the door to shut out the wind, accidentally slamming it in the process. My step mother came out, dressed in unusually nice attire. Her brown hair was combed into a neat bun, and she had slathered on way too much red lipstick.