Title: History of a Kitten, Part One.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own the characters. Joss Whedon and JK Rowling do, along with associated corporations. Okay, very slight characterisation to be attributed to echo and msgordo.
Pairings: None, as yet.
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Kit and her mother had left Sunnydale after the government warnings of a massive earthquake. Of course, Kit knew better – anyone hanging around Dawn for too long would inevitably pick up on certain things – but there was no way she would be able to convince her mother about that. There was a very tearful farewell between Kit, Dawn and Carlos – Dawn was staying in Sunnydale with her sister, and the army of girls the elder Summers sister had accumulated, and Carlos was moving to LA.
Kit herself moved to England – her mother was actually English, and had only moved to the States (very unwillingly) when she had married Kit’s father. They had then divorced, though, and Georgina Horvath was taking the ‘opportunity’ to move back to England. This was the one bright point in Kit being separated from the only two friends that she had had in Sunnydale – she would be living with her cousins.
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.
The girl splashed through a puddle, cutting through a dark alleyway as a possible means of changing to a street that her pursuer definitely wasn’t on. As she ran, she sobbed, feeling desperately alone, and wishing for someone to come for her – just not someone who wanted to kill her. She may have been depressed, but she hadn’t quite reached suicidal yet.
She turned another corner and flung herself into a shop doorway, keeping as still as possible. There were no sounds of pursuit, which confirmed her thought that she had lost her attackers some time ago.
Her legs finally collapsing under her, Kit sobbed – grieving for her mother, lost forever now because of the demons that had attacked them, and grieving for herself, lost in a huge and unknown city.
How long she stayed there like that, Kit didn’t know – time seemed to blur, speeding up and then slowing down. Huge grey patches were in her memory – she couldn’t remember how she’d got there; or anything really past her name.
Stumbling out of the doorway in the grey pre-dawn light she shivered, and hugged her arms around her, cursing the thin jacket she was wearing. Kit wandered down the street, avoiding the stallholders as they set up that day’s market.
Leaving the market behind, Kit found herself in a more industrial area of town, but really couldn’t bring herself to care that she was, if possible, even more lost than she had been before. In a daze, she started to cross a road, wandering aimlessly, unaware of the tanker barrelling towards her.
“You’re always bored, Blaise.”
“I know, but this time I’m really bored.” Tracey Davis, late of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, rolled his eyes. Blaise was always bored – or annoyed. Never at Tracey, though. It wouldn’t do for the both of them to lose the only friend they had left.
He sighed. Tracey was a good-looking bloke, really – tanned skin the still managed to look healthy, even in the early morning, hazel eyes that switched from green to brown depending on the weather, his mood and the colours around him, and a mop of wavy chestnut hair that fell to his shoulders. Blaise was equally good looking – dark, almost black hair, brown eyes so dark that they could almost be called black, and pale skin that made him look ‘interesting’. Unfortunately, the effect was ruined by the fact that neither of them had had a shower in shower in the last two days – their money was running out, luxuries like rooms with an actual bed were unnecessary.
Since their dramatic escape from Hogwarts, the Ministry, and the wizarding world, Blaise and Tracey had been subsisting on the money Luna had given them – money that they had had to change into Muggle currency pretty quickly while having to avoid meeting anyone who might possibly recognise them. This money was running out, and soon they’d have to resort to using their looks and their meagre thievery skills to get by.
Beside him, Blaise was still complaining. Tracey figured that it was because his only friend left still missed their friends from school – Greg and Padma, who had been killed in the war, Draco, expelled from the wizarding world, and Marcus and Pansy, in hiding, but Merlin only knew where. Tracey secretly suspected that Blaise was missing Luna – the half-crazy little girl (not so little now) had risked all to save them both – and Tracey thought that Blaise had never really gotten over her.
Trying to ignore Blaise, Tracey let his gaze wander, and it landed on a sweet little slip of a girl, looking utterly depressed and alone. If he had been straight, Tracey might have gone for her. One eyebrow went up as he saw her begin to cross a road in front of a tanker – and he began to walk faster, begging anyone who would listen that she would notice and run out of its way.
He dived into the street, his momentum carrying him to the other side with the girl clutched tight to his side as the tanker zoomed past, horn blaring. Tracey gestured after it as Blaise came running up.
“What in Salazar’s name are you doing?” His friend muttered, helping Tracey to his feet. The girl just sat on the ground where they’d landed, staring at nothing in front of her.
“Well, saving the little chit’s life – for a start off.” Tracey drawled, rolled his eyes again, and bent down to help the girl to her feet. It was a good thing it was so early in the morning, or a crowd would have gathered around them by now.
“Oh.” Blaise had probably been too wrapped up in his own morose monologue to notice Tracey’s distraction until his ‘audience’ had suddenly disappeared. He bent down and helped Tracey haul the girl to her feet.
“What’s your name, pet?” Tracey asked, tucking a strand of hair behind the girl’s ear. She looked at him blankly, and then opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. “It’s alright, love. You’re safe now.” This was greeted with a tremulous smile, and both of them had to be quick to catch her before she fainted.
Blaise and Tracey glanced at each other over her body, completely baffled.
“Well, this is something new and different for us.” Blaise muttered, and led the way to a bus shelter to sit down while Tracey swung the girl up into his arms and carried her.