Hey! Just an authors note, this'll get juicer later, I promise! Italics means …er..present, and regular means past! (if that makes any sense!) Please review, im even up 4 a little constructive critisism( emphasis on CONSTRUCTIVE!) lol! Any hoo, it's my 1st fan fic, so r+r please!

DISCLAIMER: I own no part of Harry Potter, not even a hair folicle (quite disapointingly :-P)

Ahem, enjoy kiddies!

THE VERY SECRET RIDDLE

Chappie 1:

James moved the dusty boxes apart with unwonted haste, ready to finsh the chore hurridly. Sirius had mentioned something about an interestly wierdly-acting colony on Puffskeins that had taken up residence in his father's study's deskboard and the situation was just begging for futher investgation. Besides, he probably should'nt leave Sirius alone too long in his room. He had a lot of consealed unmetionables in there. His stomach contracted painfully at the thought of Sirius's face if he found the poem he had written about Evans…Then he found it. A dusty leather covered voloume, apparently hidden from prying eyes up there in the Potter's cluutered attic. The front cover proclaimed "1959-1970" ….1970, that was only 5 years ago.. Intrigued, he flipped the cover over, sank into a pile of old maternity clothes, and , with ravournous curiosity, began to read…

On stormy rain-pummelled nights, all cities must sleep, albeit discontentedly. Out of the way Irish towns are no exception. The tiny village of North Quiltonway slumbered fitfully in a harsh rainfall: an unwelcome gift from the angry iron-grey clouds that had swirled ominously above the towns inhabitants all that week. Though it was in this stationary far-flung town that something that powerfully moulded many destinies was set in motion: on an unsettled black September night in 1959.

A dark winding dirt road drew on through the dark halted village, and a gleaming rain-speckled car pounding it's way forwards through the onslaught. The red-light district of the sleepy little town emerged out of the torrential darkness; prostitutes lingered hopefully on the street corner, indifferent to the rainfall if it means another paying customer. Registering them through her half-closed eyelashes, the small young woman shamming sleep in the passenger seat of the lone car glanced covertly at her companion. He had eyes only for the road. Pity. She would relish a further reason to hate him.

As he muttered a charm to de-fog the windscreen, the car trundled bumpily up the dirt road and she wondered where they were going. Business trip. Don't make me laugh! Though even a sardonic laugh would be a warmly welcomed change from the barrier of stony-silence and embittered remarks she had been enduring lately.

This woman's name was Katerina Daae. Or rather it was. For the last few months she had been fruitlessly trying to build an emotional and sentimental attachment to her new name: Katerina Potter. But Katerina felt uncomfortable with it, as though the name didn't quite fit her. Much like the shining gold ring enclosed snugly around her ring finger. So snugly, in fact, she rather thought her finger had turned a decidedly purple tinged hue since that fated moment Domenic forced it on her finger. She glanced over at him again.

He looked tired and worn under the faint sporadic streetlights that cast their ride into a bright orange glare as they drove beneath it, and his slanting body-language seemed to exude a 'do not disturb' disposition. His blonde hair with it's sharp angled widow's peak was sprawled about the sides of his face; the most disturbing sign as it was most usually rigidly slicked back. Dominic had to compulsively control everything and that included every last hair on his head. He had a hand cupping his right brow in a taciturn gesture of blatant irritability; not in the mood for a light conversation about where he might be taking her She cast the unpleasant thoughts away that had begun to materialise in her head. A business trip. That was all. Then she thought about how they had left Godric's Hollow…she shuddered slightly, caught up in the wave of emotions that the memory deluged her in. If Dominic did anything to her, if he even so much as laid a finger on her, she would spill his horrid secret to the first person she set eyes on.

On the pretence of shifting restlessly in her sleep, Katerina turned her head towards the rain-smeared window as to have a look at their surroundings. The dark gloomy streets peppered with the occasional whore did not inspire her. Instead she caught an accidental glance of herself in the rounded side-view mirror. Her expression soured. No-one who knew Katerina well would dare bring up the thorny issue of her appearance with her.

Katerina was small and dainty, with finely-wrought features laid seamlessly on a pale heart-shaped countenance. But she was not beautiful. Although, there was something in her that required a second glance; something about the darling quietude that emanated from her that made one contemplate her over again. Some called Katerina striking, others called her mousy. Dominic called her insipid. "Insipid like a mouse, you are! A dumb worthless rag! No use to any one!" Katerina clamped her eyes shut to stem the insistent flow of the memories that followed. She became dimly aware that the car was slowing, it's noisy engine's roar declining and leaving way for restful stillness one can only achieve in country towns.

"Katie. We're here." Dominic unbuckled his seat belt and touched Katerina lightly on the shoulder. Just to spite him, she continued her feigned sleep. It worked. He sighed and opened his door, slamming it shut with inappropriate force.

Katerina smiled a small unnoticed vindictive smile and stirred dramatically. Upon opening the car door, she stretched and yawned for authenticity and joined Dominic's stride as he walked purposefully up to the door outside which they had parked. It appeared to be some sort of hotel. Or brothel. Either of the two. Shivering slightly in the cruel biting wind that bitterly blew the rain horizontally at them, Katerina waited impatiently for someone to answer them summon, her coat wrapped tightly around herself. At last a silhouette could be seen against the glass panels of the front door, and it was ripped open by a short grouchy looking wizard who appeared to have been dragged from bed by the need of tending to them. This fact might possibly have stemmed his touchy temperament and vouched for his dishevelled appearance, though, as Katerina thought, that could just be lack of hygiene.

"Wha'?"He said gruffly, eyeing them up and down.

"Well, we'd rather like accommodation, if it's not too much to ask." Said Dominic with reciprocated rudeness.

The old wizard looked as though it was too much too ask but stood aside reluctantly for them to enter out of the heavy deluge of rain and wind. Shedding her damp coat, Katerina looked around inquisitively. The inn's main body was a cramped moodily lit bar, games room, and sitting room all in one. It's smell told distinctively of stale tobacco and whiskey: the combination that reeks of a place where men go to loosen up at night.

Katerina swiftly disguised the look of contempt scrawled across her face. She thought perhaps the manager would not look to kindly upon any open disgust for his business. She perched resignedly on the base of the stairs as Dominic started talking . As he and the old wizard were finalising the paperwork, a man came down the stairs on which Katerina was sitting as she was idly making fun of the inn's alcohol repertoire to herself. His strides were quick, and as he covered the bottom stair, his knee accidentally knocked her squarely in the back. She jerked forwards, caught unawares.

"I'm so sorry." Said his voice from above. He knelt down and helped her to her feet. The business proceedings had gone quiet. "I'm awfully sorry."

"No really. It's quite alright. "she said sullenly, brushing her skirt free of tobacco ashes and dust. Then she looked up. Two piercing dark eyes met her as she gazed into a statuesquely handsome face: all thoughts of resentment were erased wonderfully from her head. "Are you ok? Nothing need medical attention, I hope." He smiled and she seemed completely incapable of speech. Though capable of an odd gagging noise that made his smile widen. The stranger had roughly cut dark hair, whose jagged edges bordered his pale chiselled face, complete with a stately nose and shadowy hollow cheeks. Katerina closed her mouth so the gagging would stop. She didn't dare look at Dominic.

"Tom! Why're you down her' so late in the night:" Asked the manager in a totally reformed voice.

"Meeting a couple of friends, Waltin. They've just apparated in town and need my guidance to get to a safe dry bed, you know." He walked away from Katerina and towards the door without another glance at her. "It would be most unfortunate if one of the tramps got to them before I did! Goodnight!" He raised a farewelling hand at the manger an as he did so, gave Katerina a short yet over-whelmingly powerful look. She gasped softly. Then he was gone out into the torrential rain.

"Well, then. Shall we get a move on dear?" Asked Dominic commandingly. Katerina simply stared after the man. What happened ? She shook her head drunkenly. She had never felt such monumental emotions in a few short seconds like that before. Reeling from the intensity she followed Dominic blindly up the rickety staircase that lead to a narrow crooked hallway lined with tenants doors. They stopped at number 92 and Dominic fitted the key he was given by the manager into the hole with difficulty: it was rather rusty.

In her usual state, Katerina would have probably silently mocked the bare dusty room she was lead into, but she couldn't. Her consciousness was out wandering with that stranger. Dominic did not speak to her as her as he undid his cufflinks beside the bedside table; there was something in the way his back was turned so resolutely away from her that spoke of ill-feelings. She approached him timidly from behind. Perhaps this time…Suddenly, he span swiftly around, his arm erect in the air , cutting a ferocious arc towards her face. It hit her in the mouth and she spat blood onto the threadbare rug.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW DARE YOU FLIRT SO OPENLY WITH THAT..THAT MAN!YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS STUPID SLUT!" he screamed so loudly Katrina sunk into a sobbing mess at his feet.

"I'm sorry." she whispered thickly through her swollen lip. "I'm so sorry. I love you. He was nothing. You're right. I am stupid. You're right. You're always right…."she trailed away and buried her face in her hands, blood seeping through her fingers. He didn't scream any more, he simply contemplated her on the ground, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. Then he took a few steps away from her. He paused, and kicked her ruthlessly in the stomach with all the strength he had not exerted with the strike.

Over her pathetic whimpers of pain he whispered calmly "For once you got something correct. I am always right. Always."

BOM BOM BOOOMM! omg dont you just HATE that guy? Bahahaha! I shall have my revenge! HEHE! Please review! Ill reply to every one!xoxoxoxo