Okay, this is my second fic up so far. I've worked on this story for a long time, and I'll be devoting the most time to it out of all my stories because it is my favorite. The first chapter or two may seem a little slow, but I had to make a solid foundation for the plot. I tried to put some humor in it to make up for it, and I can guarantee the action will be picking up soon. Hope you enjoy.

Important: First off, I know it doesn't follow the book, but Fred and George are in their sixth year with Chantal. It had to be for it to work out with the rest of the plot. Secondly, I don't have anything against the HP movies, I quite like them. Still, the characters weren't exactly how I had imagined them to look. In my story I'll write about them as I had pictured them in the book. For example George and Fred have short curly hair, around 5'6", lean physique, barely visible freckles if any at all, and more cute teen-boyish faces.

Characters are property of J. K. Rowling of course, except Chantal and added characters which belong to me. Oh well, they can't tell me what I can dream up. In Catttt-verse anything can be mine. They can try to stop me and fail, to my happiness . Please do not take what I create for your own. What I write is mine and I take pride in my work because it came out of my twisted neurons. If you find a tidbit you might like to borrow or use then just ask, and if it isn't too copy-cattish than I'll say yes.

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He watched in macabre pleasure as the imbecile who interrupted his plans stood, hunching from the pressure of the first gravity spell. It was the perfect punishment for the interloper who thought he could stop Tom Marvolo Riddle. Tom smiled at the thought of the guy being crushed like the annoyance he was. He increased the spell as he taunted the idiot.

As he prepared to end the miserable knave's life he felt a change in the air. Looking closer at the figure in the circle of increased gravity he saw flickers of blue light. Then a tremendous amount of power exploded from where his recent victim stood. He had to shield his eyes and brace his body against the blinding burst of light and the shockwaves of pure magic that rushed out in all directions. It felt like water and electricity passing over him and it was several seconds before the power completely dissipated.

'Wandless magic… Nonverbal, wandless magic,' he looked on in awe, 'and of such magnitude.' To say he was shocked was an understatement. True, it was lacking control, but the sheer magnitude of the magic that broke through his strong spell was astounding. He remembered the feel of the warm yet cool energy that had flowed around him and had crackled like static against his skin, reacting to his own magic. Lost in such thoughts, he felt that niggling deep within that bade him to acquire more power.

Shaking off the dazed thoughts and feelings, he looked to the person who was just revealed to him in a new light. And his adversary was revealed in more ways than one, seeing that the cloak had been misplaced in the person's show of power.

'A girl,' he gaped. All that power came from a short girl in what looked like her sleeping garments. The figure he had categorized as an annoying boy was a girl over a head shorter than him, with a figure full of curves, pale skin visible thanks to the sleeveless light-green top, a fetching face with eyes closed, hair mussed, feet bare, lips parted, and chest heaving from her efforts.

This powerful creature before him was… beautiful. Something in his chest tightened. He had never seen anything more lovely. And this girl had such potential, not only in appearances but in power. She might even be one of the few able to match his power.

The magnificent female before him opened her eyes, blinking and looking down as if she were trying to focus and collect herself. When she had to yet look at him, he felt frustration starting to form at her lack of attention towards him when she had all of his. He wanted her to look at him, to see those eyes that had been hidden from him in his earlier observations.

If she would not look at him, he would get her attention.

"What have we here?"

Then light blue met hazel as her wide and confused, innocent eyes found his darkening sinful ones. A surge of possessiveness came over him as he looked into those doe-like orbs. 'Perhaps his equal, one to be at his side, belong to him,' the words whispered in his mind. He felt his lips turn into a feral smirk. 'Well, this changes things.'

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Just as she feared she was going to black out, it all stopped. Not only did the pressure, wind, and light vanish, but the power that had swelled out of her had died off. The sudden dispelling of that much energy made her stumble to keep herself upright. She sighed in relief when she felt the power had not completely gone. It was still there inside of her, but it was no longer the rushing force that took out all in its path. Now it was like a calming pond after the flood waters broke the dam.

Shivers ran down her arms and she looked downward to see not only her bare arms but also the light green of her pajamas. The wind must have blown of her cloak. 'I did it. I stopped that spell and I'm all in one piece!' Her celebration was cut off by a pleased, curious voice.

"What have we here?"

She looked up with wide eyes.'Oh right, company.' But as her eyes locked with the devilish boy she felt her stomach sink even further. He looked as intense as when he first cast that spell on her, but different. There wasn't the same rage in his features. His look, though, seemed to burn into her skin. 'Man,' she whined in her head, 'this guy gets creepier and creepier.'

Now what was she supposed to do? He had tried to kill her, she had somehow survived, and now he was looking at her all funny. She reasoned that ignoring him might not really work out in this situation. However, a loony bin for this nut job would be handy right then.

"A girl to save the day this time. Now that's different. So what is the name of our little heroine?" Riddle said to her with a no good smirk.

'And now the psychopath wants to make small talk?! Bipolar, I think so. Then again, I've had bipolar friends and they weren't remotely as up and down as this guy.'

Not much in the mood for playing 'Getting to Know You', Chantal decided to forgo replying and tried to plan her next move. All she was sure of was that she did not want to talk with him.

Her would-be killer did not like this as he appeared to get frustrated with her once more.

"What's wrong? You were all high and mighty when you were hidden in the safety of your cloak. Don't tell me that being in the spotlight has made you into the shy and weak creature known as a girl."

She gave him an 'as if' look in regards to his mocking words.

"Must I use more persuasive tactics?" he indicated to Harry.

Knowing that things were going to get complicated thanks to her not playing along she threw caution to the wind and struck out at him with a "Stupendo." It was a pity he blocked it so easily. Then he sent a spell her way so quickly, that Chantel barely had time to block it. 'He's too fast,' she thought.

"Expellimarus," Riddle said and her wand was torn away.

"What now, little heroine?" he taunted.

Rather pissed with his behavior and her ineptitude, she ran at him planning to take him to the ground and knock him around the good old fashion way. Being wandless was not going to stop her.

"Vinos."

However, the black vine-like thing that came down from the ceiling and wrapped around her wrist at Riddle's command was going to make movement harder.

When the vine tugged her arm up to the point she was on the tip of her toes, she struggled and clawed at it, but nothing seemed to effect whatever the thing was. Another vine came down and caught her other arm, raising her a few inches off the ground. A string of curses escaped her lips as she pulled in vain against what she realized were ropes of magic.

Her attention was brought back to the culprit of her capture as Riddle walked over with arrogance and amusement in his steps. 'That's right you little bugger just a little closer.' She did not want him near her, but since he was not doing what she wanted he would get a little lesson.

When her foot came in contact with his stomach, she could not be more pleased. 'Hehe, stupid git,' she chuckled silently as he gave an "Oof" in pain.

More vines came up and wrapped around her legs, preventing her from any further attempts of kicking Riddle to death. Seeing that she was immobilized, Riddle moved back to her with a grin. Either he had already forgiven her slight misdemeanor or he was too pleased to have her under his control to worry over a small kick that did little damage. She glared threats as he got too near.

"What is your name, luv?" he asked charmingly, stroking her cheek.

"You can't charm me, you treacherous snake." She sneered.

"If I'm a snake, shouldn't you be the one charming me?" he mused as he brushed fingers over her lips hoping to remove the sneer from her pleasant visage.

"Don't try to get a job as a comedian," she said coldly trying to move out of his grasp.

"Would you rather have I be sadistic?" He held her chin firmly. "I am not harming you. True, I am keeping you restrained, but that is only because I know you will try to retaliate. Do not take my kindness for granted, though," Riddle moved closer, staring her in the eyes. He glanced at the boy and smiled mercilessly before looking her in the eyes again, speaking in a whisper. "I could be much crueler."

"I know you could," she clenched her teeth. He watched her and his smile turned kinder.

"So what is your name?"

"Chantal," came her quiet reply. Riddle's smile widened.

"Hmm. Chantal, my Chantal," he murmured.

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So, what do you think of Riddle? I love getting his feathers ruffled. R&R