Kathryn Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 1: Going to the Zoo

I do not own Harry Potter.  All I own is the plot I have twisted into the story and the character Kathryn Potter. Kathryn's outfit up above.

It was June 23rd, 1991. 

Ten years after Kathryn Potter was dumped onto the Dursleys' doorstep. Sadly, Kathryn Potter was still there, sound asleep, but when do good things last.

Of course, Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her high-pitched voice that made the first noise of the day.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Katherine woke with a start. Her Aunt Petunia rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Kathryn heard her walk toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. She rolled onto her back and remembered her dream. She knew it was actually a memory due to her Uncle Moony.

Uncle Moony. One of the two good things about this hellhole. He saved her from having the cupboard beneath the stairs as a room and being abused by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, he was an angel to her even with his furry little problem.

"Are you up yet?" Aunt Petunia demanded back outside her door.

"Nearly," said Kathryn.

"Well, get a move on, I need you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

"Yes ma'am," Kathryn replied.

Dudley's birthday – how could she have forgotten? Kathryn got out of bed and started got dressed.

Once she was done getting dressed, she went downstairs and into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all of Dudley's presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten everything he had wanted.

Kathryn had always been small and skinny for her age, but at least she didn't look even smaller and skinnier than she really was in her clothes, because luckily all the clothes she had to wear were from Moony and Aunt Minnie. Kathryn had a round face, slim figure, messy black hair that had an undertone of red and forest green eyes with little drops of brown in them. She had a very thin scar on her forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. She had had it for as long she could remember and it either scared or amazed everyone in the Wizarding World about how she got it.

"On your first Samhain," Moony said.

"When my parents died and Voldemort tried to kill me."

"Yes."

Moony never hid the fact her parents died and why. He believed she deserved to know.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Kathryn was turning over the bacon.

Kathryn was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blonde hair that lay smoothly on his head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – Kathryn often disagreed.

Kathryn put the plates of eggs and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there was not much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Kathryn, who could see a huge tantrum coming on, brought her plate into her lap in case Dudley turned the table over.