Kat POV

I get up from the couch where I had been re-watching Avengers, to answer the door.

"IF IT'S THE COPS MY FOSTER MUM SHOULD BE PASSED OUT IN THE PARK DOWN THE ROAD!" I yell, before opening to door to see a confused looking mailman.

"You're not a cop." I answer. "Or her usual drug dealer." I add, before noticing the cage in his hand. "MOJO!" I exclaim, taking the cage from him.

"You need to sign this, and possibly get a new foster mother." The man tells me.

"Did the dumbass send a letter as well?" I ask, signing the form.

"Yep." He says, handing me the letter.

"Thankyou. And can you do we favour and drive by the park through the big puddle and splash my foster mum?" I ask, making him raise his eyebrows.

"I guess." He agrees.

I smirk at him, before slamming the door.

I read through Nico's letter. That son of a bitch is lucky he got my owl back or there would have been hell to pay. And he better explain the memory thing better on the train.

"Hey Kat." Alex greets.

Alex and I have known each other since we were put in the same foster family when we were kids. Ever since then I've gone out of my way to always be in the same home as her.

Alex, though is like my sister looks nothing like me. She's two years younger than me Indian girl with long black hair and shocking green eyes. The only thing we have in common is our matching mischievous expressions that can easily be recognised us as trouble makers.

"The emo kid sent back MoJo?" she asks.

I nod. "Nicky sent her by muggle mail, honestly what kind of a pureblood is he?"

I had told Alex about being a witch as soon as I got my letter. Since then I have been subjected to every witch joke in the world.

"Hi sweetie." She coos, scratching MoJo's fluffy head.

The door swung open to reveal a soaking wet Ms Hannigan, with a bottle of whiskey under her arm

She pulls out a fresh cigarette, taking a drag before noticing MoJo.

"What is that bloody pigeon doing here?" she asks, glaring at him.

"He lives here. And you're even drunker than I though if you think this is a pigeon." I sigh.

"Why are you all wet?" Alex asks innocently.

Ms Hannigan sneers. "Some asshole splashed me."
I burst into laughter. I didn't think he'd actually do it.

"Though this is hilarious, I need to go shopping." I say, pausing the movie.

"You better not be using any of my money, you little brat." She sneers, pouring herself a drink.

"You mean the money the government gives you to take care of US?" I ask innocently.

"Stop being a smart ass, kid." She growls.

"I'M GOING WITH YOU!" Alex declares.

"But of course." I agree, smiling at her.

I walk into the room I share with Alex and two other kids, throwing on my new shirt.

I'm with muggle

I grin at my new shirt, before throwing on my leather jacket.

I look in the mirror, smiling at my long white blonde braid and flawless skin. Excellent.

Alex glares at my shirt. "Don't mock me." Before changing hers into the shirt I gave her for Christmas.

I'm with witch bitch

I glare at her adjustment, before grabbing out my wizarding money, wand and key.

"Let's go!" Alex cheers excitedly.

When we arrive at Diagon Alley Alex is practically bouncing. "THIS IS SO COOL!"

"You're being so subtle about being a muggle." I mutter.

"Your shirt isn't helping!" she pouts.

I pout, before dragging her to Gringotts.

"IS THAT AN ELF?!" she yells when she sees them.

The goblins all turn to glare at her.

"Goblin!" I hiss. "And don't be rude."

I bow. "I apologize for my sister's rudeness. She's a muggle."

She rolls her eyes at that, and the goblin just grunts.

"Can I please visit my student aid vault?" I ask, handing him the key.

He nods before leading me to the rollercoaster.

I grin at Alex who was beginning to look a bit pale.

"This gentleman will be riding with you." He says, signalling to a scruffy looking man with scars across his face.

"Nice to meet you." I greet, putting out my hand.

He gives me a kind smile, shaking my hand. "Remus Lupin."

"Kat Williams."
"Alex Jones." Alex says, shaking his hand as well.

He raises his eyebrow at our shirts, but doesn't comment.

He hop into the cart, before being rocketed forward at an incredible speed.

"Can you go slower?" Alex wheezes.

"One speed only." The goblin replies.
"Can you go faster?" I ask with a grin.

He gives me an evil grin before pushing the accelerator.

When the cart stops I'm grinning. "CAN WE GO AGAIN?"

"Once Mr Lupin has collected his money." The goblin grunts.
Mr Lupin looks as though he's about to vomit.

Once Lupin had returned with a few coins, he sighs and re-joins us in the cart.

"Could we perhaps go slower this time?" Lupin asks, still looking a bit green.

Alex nods in agreement.

"One speed only." He grunts before taking off even faster than before.

Once I had my money I say goodbye to Mr Lupin and head out of the bank, noticing a herd a red hair.

"And my dear is the Weasely family." I explain, before signalling to the Weasley twins and counting down from three.

We jump onto their backs , turning around to grin at them. "Hello!"

They let out identical girlish shrieks. "WHO ARE YOU?!" The other twin yells at Alex.

"My foster sister." I explain, grinning at my sister.

"KITTY!" They yell together.

"NOW GIDDY UP HORSY!" I exclaim, kicking the twin in his back.
"OW!"

"You alright, Fred?" George questions.

"Just fine." He chuckles, pushing me off his back, while George does the same with Alex.

They start laughing when they see our shirts.

"COOL! A MUGGLE!" They exclaim together, noticing our shirts.

A red headed man who could only be their father turns to us. "A muggle? How fascinating!"

"Now, tell me. Why does my hand warmer keep malfunctioning?" He asks.

Alex gives me a look of confusion. "The what?"

"The device that came with a picture of toast. Whenever I put my hands in it they burn."

We burst into fits of laughter. "I think you mean the toaster." Alex chuckles.

He looks confused.

"It's makes bread into toast, not warm hands." I explain.

"Ah! How interesting."

Before he could ask us any more questions, a red haired woman, several red haired children and Harry walk up to us.

"Now Arthur, I'm sure these dears don't wish to answer your silly questions." The woman tells him.

"We don't mind." Alex tells him. "I'm Alex by the way."

"Lovely to meet you, dear. I'm Molly Weasley." The woman tells her.

"Kat?" Harry questions, noticing me.

"That's my name, porcupine head." I say with a grin.

He pats down his hair. "It's good to see you. Where's Nico and Will?"

"Still back in bloody America." I grumble.

"Ah. Nico didn't return any of my letters over the summer." He tells me.

"Apparently his Father's place has anti owl wards or something." I shrug.

"His father!?" Ron exclaims. "Why is he staying with that git?"

"Apparently he's staying at the same summer camp as Will now." I say, wholeheartedly agreeing.

This father sounds like royal scum (though the monsters are kind of cool)

"As much fun as it was catching up with you guys, I have supplies to get and a muggle to tour." I say, putting my arm over Alex's shoulder.

"BYE KITTY KAT!" Fred and George exclaim together."

I blow them a kiss before dragging Alex into the Apothecary.

Once all of my shopping had been done (including those horrific Lockhart books) I drag Alex to Quality Quidditch supplies.

"I WANT TO SEE THE NEW NIMBUS!" I yell in Alex's ear.

"Wow Annie! I get that your spend half your life cleaning for Miss Hannigan, but being this excited over a broom is too far." She mocks.

I roll my eyes at her and drag her into the shop.

After five minutes Alex announcing that brooms are boring, and disappears off to the icecream store.

I'm going to try out for Quidditch this year, but I'd be lucky if I can afford a clean sweep yet alone a Nimbus.

"It's quite a nice broom isn't it?" A woman's voice says from behind me.

I turn to see a pale woman with white blonde hair, beautiful features and expensive robes.

"It's amazing." I breathe, returning my attention to the broom.

"I've never really followed Quidditch, but my husband and son rather enjoy it." She tells me.

"My sister saw the brooms and declared that brooms are boring before wandering off to get ice-cream." I chuckle.

She gives me a small smile. "Are you going to buy one?"
"I wish." I sigh. "I can't afford it."

A small frown appears on her features. "That's a shame. My son has requested I buy seven, honestly."

I chuckle. "Seven? Is he starting his own team?"

"Actually he's trying out for the Slytherin team." The woman tells me.

"Ah. I'm not in Slytherin so there goes my chances of getting one." I tell her.

A deeper frown appears on her face. "What house are you?"

"Huffelpuff, the huffiest and puffiest of all houses." I smile.

I notice her holding back at scowl. "Oh. Were your parents in Hufflepuff?"

"Nah. I'm a muggleborn, and an orphan." I answer.

Her face contorts into a sneer, which she quickly hides.

"HEY WITCH BITCH! I GOT YOU AN ICECREAM!" Alex yells.

I laugh. "That's my foster sister Alex. She's a muggle." I explain.

The woman seems to finally notice my shirt. "I won't keep you. What was your name?" she asks.

"Katerina, Katerina Williams. I answer.

"I'm Narcissa Malfoy." She says.

Blonde and spoiled brat son. Should have known.

"Ah. I should have guessed." I mutter. "I know your son."

"Are you friends?" she asks.

I snort. "Far from."

"HURRY UP OR I'LL SHOVE IT IN THIS BLONDE GITS FACE!" Alex yells.

I look over to see Draco sneering at her.

"Speaking of your lovely son." I say to Mama Malfoy, before storming over to Draco.

"HEY FERRET FACE!" I yell. "I see you met my sister."

He raises his eyebrows at the sister before returning to a sneer. "Of course. This thing is related to you."

"Not by blood, but you know what I always say. Blood doesn't matter." I tell him, taking my ice-cream and shoving it in his face.

"Nice seeing you, Malfoy." I say to him before turning to his mother who had appeared at his side. "And nice meeting you, Mama Malfoy."

"Come on, Alex. I think I have everything checked off my to do list." I saw, smirking at the ice-cream dripping off Draco's face.

"You little mud-"

"Uh uh uh. You don't want to swear in front of your mummy." I tell him before walking away.

The day before school returns my morning supernatural (where they were once again trying to kill demon worshipping witches…) is interrupted when I hear owls screeching at the door.

"What is that sound?" Miss Hannigan groans, waking up from her early morning hangover.

She opens to door to reveal ten owls all holding up a large package.

She let out a horrified scream and runs to her room.

I grin and open the door some more for the owls.

"Hey there, do you have something for me?" I ask, taking out some of MoJo's owl treats to feed to them.

I take the parcel from their claws, bringing it over to the table.

"What's all the bloody noise?" Jenna (another one of my foster sisters) mutters.

"Another recurring nightmare for Miss Hannigan." I grin.

"Did that friend of yours train more owls to prank her?" Jenna asks, pouring herself some coffee.

Jenna is the oldest of my foster sisters at fifteen. I never told her about my magic, that's just between me and Alex.

"Dude, what's with the parcel?" Alex asks, walking into the room.

"My dear Watson, I believe I have been sent main." I tell her, noticing a note.

Happy late birthday

What are they talking about? My birthday's in two months. Or at least the day I was found. I don't know my real birthday.

I rip open the paper to see a beautifully crafted broom.

"HOLY MERLIN'S UNDERPANTS!" I scream "IT'S A NIMBUS 20001!'

Jenna looks at me as if I just declared that I was going to build Miss Hannigan a shrine.

Alex attempts to bang her head on the table. "You're" BANG! "Bloody" BANG! "Obsessed"

I take the Nimbus from the wrapping. It's so beautiful, but who would have sent me something so expensive?

Year two will be up at the usual time tomorrow.