AN: Thank you to all who are reading, please review, this is my first published fanfiction and some criticism would be wonderful (good/or bad).

Please note that anything that you recognize is not mine, but JKR's. And such applies to all following chapters.

Enjoy

Double Letter Score – By: clh2o

Chapter 1: If We Shadows Have Offended

Breath in. Breath out. Breathe in, and out. In, out. In, out.

I am completely serene.

I am calm.

I am relaxed.

I am focused.

I am going to demasculinate that damn captain if he tells me how to properly sit on my broom one more time.

And I am calm.

I am… Ahhhhhhhh… I am so done with this meditation shit.

"Neilson, are you even listening to me?" Yeah, that captain.

"No, not at all." I instantly responded.

"Well practice is over, so go take a shower. You reek."

"Love you too, captain."

"That's 'captain, sir' to you."

"My deepest apologies. O, captain, my captain."

"Much better." He responded, knowing full well what was coming next.

"Yeah, bite me Wood."

It was daily, conversations like these. I would fly around for the first three hours of practice, playing hide-and-go-seek with the snitch, then use the next two hours after lunch to work on my superior skills. It was when it got to that final hour of training that I just didn't know what to do with myself.

It was typically then that my dear captain, one Oliver Thomas "I-have-a-36-foot-pole-stuck-up-my-Scotish-ass" Wood, would start on one of his "You're doing it wrong again Neilson" rants, and I would consequentially want to punch him in the jugular. I, however, am not a violent person. Ok, so maybe that's a huge lie, but hey minor details here people.

I am quite a few things though.

I am Natasha Ann Neilson, but please call me Tasha. I am the first female ever to play for Puddlemere United, seeker to be exact. I am the first American female to play in the British Quidditch League. I am strong and I love to show it. And first and foremost, I am a fighter.

Xoxox

My family is a strange one. My father was a navy seal who went MIA before my first birthday. My mother is an agent in the CIA. She is one of the top spies in the business. She is also my hero, but more on her later.

At the tender age of three I cracked my first CIA inscription. At four and a half I hacked my way into my first international government headquarters system, my next-door neighbor told me that they had free ice cream in Jordan, I had to check. At six, I accidentally tapped into the "Red Alert" phone line. Yeah, the one you are thinking of, the one that is a direct connection between the President of the United States of America and the Russian President. Ended up having a very pleasant conversation about the legitimate scary factor of the monsters on Scooby-Doo with Russia. At least I was, until my mom found out to whom I was talking to and yelled her head off at me. At ten I rebelled a little bit and ended up blacking out all of Las Vegas with a bobby pin, that one got me in a lot of trouble. But at twelve my life really started; my mother sent me to he alma mater, Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women.

At GA I learned 18 different languages, all of which I am now fluent in. I learned how not to be seen. I learned how to disable a nuclear weapon with a paperclip. I learned everything I would ever need to know about how to be a spy, and I loved it. I also met my best friend of all time, Andi.

It was two days after I graduated from Gallagher's and I was on my first assignment as a level 9 international bounty hunter, that I learned something that would change my life and my best friend/ partner's life forever. We are witches, and we had broken into the highest security place we would ever break into, and that is saying something.

We broke into Hogwarts.

Xoxox Flashback xoxox

"Where the hell are we?" Andi asked. Clearly annoyed,

"The spot where the kids have been said to disappear is right over this hill. I guess it is supposed to be a run down hotel in the middle of nowhere." I told her.

"Alright so plan. Find kids. Kind creepy Door guy. Kick ass. Go home and take a bath." Typical Andi, brief and to the point.

"Sounds good," I said. The idea was perfect too. Until, that is, we got to the top of the hill and saw a huge gate way guarded by gargoyles on either side and blocking in a huge castle.

"Well, it's not exactly a hotel but it will do." Andi said briskly. "So, you break the lock or me?"

"I'll do it," I said as we got out of the car. When we got to the gate I took out my special made lock pick (laser) and got the gate open. We locked the car and left it out front, figuring it would be better to act like we were just lost trying to find a phone, even though we both got amazing service here.

"Ok, new plan. Knock, get inside, proceed with old plan." Andi said, while both of us looked up at two colossal doors.

"That sounds about right." I said as I knocked on the door.

It opened. It was clearly unlocked. And the inside was breathtaking, but we were on an assignment so sight seeing was out of the question.

From a door to our left we heard a lot of noise so we decided to check it out. But when we got to the inside, hiding or trying to be inconspicuous at all seemed to be not worth the effort at all. The hall was silent now.

Four long tables were filled with kids, some even looked like they were our age. They were all wearing almost identical outfits, uniforms by the design of them. There was a fifth table at the opposite end of the hall filled with adults. And at the podium at the front was an old man with long sliver white hair.

"Well," I whispered to Andi, "I fund the kids."

"And I think I found Dumbledore" she whispered back nodding to the man up front. "That looks like him alright."

"Time to kick ass then?" I asked, just checking to make sure we were on the same page, only half joking.

"Yup."

"Good evening" I said in a voice I knew would be heard by all. "We are looking for an Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

"That," said the oldie out front "would be me. What can I do for you young ladies this evening?" He seemed kinda nice, considering he was being charged with mass kidnapping.

"Well we would both greatly appreciate it if you didn't run," Andi said as we made our way towards him. "Also, you are here by under international arrest for mass kidnapping."

Xoxox End Flashback xoxox

Well as you can probably guess that ended amazingly well.

We ended up learning everything there is to know about being a witch that next summer. Then I started playing Quidditch in America and Andi started modeling in the wizidering world. We are both still bounty hunters and when a country needs the best they still call us. It pays well and it gives us a chance to kick major ass every few months.

Two years ago Andi and I both hit it big. She finally got a chance to start her own agency and I got the offer from Puddlemere. And how here we are.

Xoxox

Walking into the locker room I smiled. Mo matter how annoyed I ended up getting at Oliver; Luke always got me to smile again. I walked straight into a huge bear hug, and for some reason signs of affection that had the ability to break bones in the process never failed to make me laugh.

That was Luke, Lucas Andrews. Chaser, built like a grizzly, tall, brown curly hair, loyal to a 't,' very protective, and a huge softie.

Luke loved his pranks, but no one could out prank the twins. Christopher and Columbus Franco, Chris and Bus. They were beaters, the were Spanish, and they were trouble.

Joining Luke as chasers were Nicholas, Nick, Webster and Lionel, Nel, Stewart. Nick and Nel were complete opposites. Nick loved sexual innuendos; Nel was a gentleman. Nick was loud and obnoxious; Nel was quiet and reserved But for some god unknown reason the two were best friends, and it worked for them.

Rounding off the team was the captain and keeper. I may have mentioned him before. Oliver Thomas lots-of-hyphens Wood. Oh Wood, he was the epitome of cliché: tall, dark and handsome. And currently on the phone with his girlfriend, who he won't introduce any of us to. This of course leads us to believe that his girlfriend is simply a figment of his imagination.

On my way to the door, the one man I forgot walked in. Sean Pitters, owner of the Puddle. Not my favorite person in the world, but hey he signs my abnormally large checks, so I tend not to complain.

"Good practice today team." He started off as if he actually watched the practice. Guess I should settle in for a long one, this may be a while. "I just wanted to congratulate you all again on last Saturday's game and tell you all how exec… Blah, blah, blah… blah, blah…"

About half an hour later I was elbowed awake form my nap by Luke, whom I had been using as a pillow during said nap.

"… And with that said," Sean droned on not noticing that he had lost all of us at least twenty minutes ago, "I am really looking forward to this season." And he turned and left. As the door closed shut behind him the team released a sigh.

"Ok team," cue simultaneous groan. "Oh, hush" Oliver chastised, "and you better be awake for this one Neilson."

"Mnnmnhnm."

"Ta, Was that even a word?" Bus asked, clearly concerned for my intellect.

"Ok, team" Oliver started again, "This season we are trying something new. Last season we had quite a few injuries and I have been trying to find ways to help ward this off. SO after meeting with Sean and Anthony…"

Pause for a second, did I forget to mention him too, woops, my b. Ok, well Anthony Minetto is the team trainer, he works with us when we are sore, or hurt, of sick, or moody, or injured, or anything else that could be iced, ice bathed, stretched, hot padded, water arobicised, massaged, of medicated out of us. This for me meant that once a month Tony's hands were gods to me. He is also the weight training coach for the team, but that side of his job is a lot less appealing to me. If it were not for the face that he and JJ were made for each other, I so would have stolen him for my own.

But I guess if I tell you about Anthony then I have to tell you about JJ to. Joseph Donald Jackson is JJ. He is 23 and a photographer, the one who got his first big deal with Andi and has been with us ever since.

JJ is roomie number three to Andi and I. When we mover to London Andi and I bought a loft together, but we were looking for another roommate when Andi had her photo shoot with JJ. JJ had just broken up with his last boyfriend and was still looking for a place to live. I had come home from practice that day to a wonderful smelling kitchen, which surprised me greatly since neither Andi nor I can cook, and a new best friend. JJ is the only one in London that knows of our double life (kinda hard to miss seeing as we have guns, knives and other paraphernalia all over the loft.)

"NEILSON!" Time in.

"Yeah?" I said noticing that Oliver looked more than a little peeved with me.

"What was I just talking about?"

"Well if you don't know then I really think that you should go and get your short term memory looked at." I replied, trying hopelessly to avoid the question.

"As I was saying, we are going to be starting yoga three times a week after practice. We are going to be doing a month long trial period to see how it goes." Oliver stopped to look around at his team. He sighed, "Ok team, good job again today, pack it up." Then turning to me he said "Neilson, can you meet me in my office before you go, and guys just a reminder we have a meeting tomorrow morning at seven, it is now at my girlfriends house. I will owl you each a port key to get there."

"Why is it there?" Chris asked, as he was trying and failing to put his pants on with out falling.

"Because, mine isn't big enough and her and her room mates don't mind." He responded, however sounding less then convinced himself when he mentioned the roommates.

Strange.

Xoxox

Twenty minutes later, now squeaky clean; I walked into Oliver's office.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, slightly nervous. I was worried that I had finally pushed the wrong button combination with him and was getting the boot.

I worried in vain.

"About the meeting tomorrow, I know it is typically just me that you pick fights with –…"

"In my own defense, you do make it rather easy some times."

"Well, it is just that Lexi and I have not been dating for very long and I like her a lot and I would really appreciate it if you didn't give her too hard of a time."

"I don't think it is me you have to worry about." I said being honest. "Chris and Bus might scare her away though."

"Oh, I am not worried about her being scared away, actually I would be more worried for the boys," he then got a faraway look on his face and chuckled. "Well, anyways just be nice alright?"

"I'm always nice." I said over my shoulder as I walked out of his office. I heard him give a small chuckle as the door closed. I grabbed my bag and walked out the door, ready to be home.

AN:

Thanks again for reading, and anything that you have to say about the story would be very helpful (even if it is to tell me that I can't write to save my life and should never try again)!

Chlorine Water