"Katrina Figg"
Added Monday, September 02 2002
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“Katrina Figg”
“Your, your, your Mrs. Figg’s granddaughter!” Harry said, choking.g on his words. He looked at the girl called Katrina Figg.
She was identical and every bit as beautiful as the girl that Harry had been dreaming about. She was tall, an inch or two taller than Harry, with very long legs. She had a sweet face, and big emerald green eyes with speckles of silver, and long, dark curly eye lashes. Her eyes were perfect, and seemed to twinkle almost mischievously. She had long auburn colored hair that flowed loosely down to her waist. Her hair was wavy with big loose curls. Her curls were nothing like those of Hermione Granger. Hermione had curls that were sort of frizzy, very bushy, and messy. But Katrina’s curls were loose, neat, and more of a wave than a curl. Her hair was looked very sleek and shiny, and Harry wondered if it was as soft as it looked. She smiled at Harry, a great big smile that allowed Harry to see that she had perfectly straight, ivory white teeth. Her lips looked as if they were very carefully painted dark red with a shiny lip gloss. She wore a short, bright red dress that fell just touching her knees. The dress was the same color as her lipstick, and did not clash with her hair. It was decorated with several silver stars of all sizes that began at her right shoulder and fell in a diagonal line at her left knee. The short dress showed off her long lean legs, and strappy matching red leather scandals, with had a single huge cloth rose on the clasp. The only jewelry that she wore was a long golden colored chain, made of very fine and very expensive looked antique gold that fell down the inside of her dress. She was absolutely dazzling and Harry felt that he could not take his eyes off of her.
Katrina smiled at him, and nodded her head. “Yep.” she said. “I’m her granddaughter.”
“I didn’t know that old Mrs. Figg had a granddaughter.” said Aunt Petunia who did not bother to hide the disgust on her bony horse shaped face. Aunt Petunia prided herself on knowing everything that happened in the neighborhood and all of her neighbor’s business, and the fact that Mrs. Figg, a neighbor whom they had dumped Harry off with so many times, had a stunning young granddaughter near her son and nephew’s age, was an insult and nasty shock to her. “In fact, I didn’t even know that Mrs. Figg had any children at all!” Aunt Petunia added, sounded like she was most desperate to get the scoop on her neighbor.
“Well, yes, my Grandmother has children, of course.” Katrina said, taken back by Aunt Petunia’s interest in her family history. “She has two daughters, in fact. My Aunt Isabella, who lives in Florida, and my mother.”
“I never have seen your mother. Does she visit often?” Aunt Petunia asked.
“No, she is dead.” Katrina said, looking like she would rather not talk about this. “She and my father died when I was two years old. I have been living with my Aunt and her family in the USA since then.”
All was silent. Nobody seemed to know what to say to this. Harry looked at the girl with astonishment. Her parents were dead too, Harry thought. She didn’t even know them. They died when she was only two years old. Just like him, except his parents died when he was only one. And she was sent to live with her aunt, and there family. Just like him. Harry was very surprised and, even though he was very ashamed to admit it, intrigued by what he had in common with this mysterious girl. Maybe his time at Mrs. Figg’s house would not be so bad after all.
“You’re an American?” Aunt Petunia asked, breaking the silence. Her curiosity seemed to get the best of her manners. Harry supposed that she had never met an American before and was a bit curious.
“Well, in a way, I am.” Katrina said. A silent grin came to her face, and she seemed much more keen on discussing this topic than her dead parents. “I am British born, as are my parents, and grandparents, and all my Aunts and Uncles. Well, the ones that are related to me by blood, anyway.” she added with a grin.
“Aunt Isabella met her American husband when he came to London on vacation. They fell in love and got married a week after they met, and she went back to his home in Florida with him to start a new life. They have two daughters there who are about the same age as me. When my parents died, I needed someone to take care of me. All of the relatives on my father’s side were already dead, so they could not take care of me. And I was quite a mischievous and boisterous little child, so my grandparents couldn’t care for me. So, they send me to live with Aunt Isabella and Uncle Joey in Florida. They were happy to have me there, and since they already had two daughters of their own the same age, I was no more trouble. I lived in America all my life. Even was given American citizenship, as they adopted me, and became my legal guardians. But I’m British born. My family decided that I was to go to come to Britain this year, to stay at my Grandmother’s house during the summer, and now I am going to go to the boarding school that my parents attended this September.”
When Katrina finished her story, the Dursley’s stared on at her. It was doubt to Harry, that they were wondering whether or not these relatives of her would like to adopt Harry as a son, since he would be near Katrina and her cousin’s age. They were also probably wondering how they could be so keen to have Katrina as another child when they certainly never wanted Harry, and only kept him because, well, Harry didn’t know why they kept him when he could be sent off to an orphanage. Harry never asked them this question, thinking maybe that if he gave them the idea, they would send him off to an orphanage.
“Well, best to get going.” Katrina said with her brilliant green and silver eyes sparkling. “My grandma is waiting for us. Don’t want to keep her waiting. Might think something happened to us. Can I carry one of your bags for you, Harry? They looked mighty heavy, and even though it‘s only two streets down, it‘s a pretty long walk when your carrying two heavy bags.”
“Uh, no. That’s quite alright.” Harry stammered. “I can carry them. They aren’t heavy at all.”
He defiantly did not want Katrina to think he was weak, and unable to carry his things, and he picked up his bags and headed to the door. “Well, er, uh, goodbye, everyone.” he said to the Dursley’s with a wave. They did make any kind of response to him, looking all too happy to be getting rid of Harry.
Katrina opened the door for him, followed Harry outside, and then shut it behind her.
“Man.” she said shaking her pretty head. “Your Aunt is just about the nosiest Muggle I’ve ever seen!”
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