I have redone this chapter so anyone from the early days of reading may
want to take another look.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters; if I did I would not be writing this, I would be in the Bahamas drinking ridiculously fruity drinks with a little umbrella on top. However I do own Taj, so any plagiarisers keep your dirty mitts off my smart arsed, long legged, leather wearing character.
Rating - R: I'm just being cautious because I don't want to get in trouble, so here are the reasons why it's rated R: -my Taj has a potty mouth (so does Ginny, Draco and anyone else I decide should swear). -the characters are in their last year; of course they get some action!
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She slowly opened her eyes, not sure if it was safe. The house had been quiet for hours, the swearing had stopped with a final shout and after that there had been nothing. No shouts, no screams, not even the sounds of foot steps interrupted the eerie silence bestowed on the house, a house which knew such joy, but now knew nothing but sorrow.
The one who she called a friend was gone, her protector was dead, protecting her life until the very end. They died for her, all she could do was watch. Watch as they fought and struggled and finally took her protector's life away with a single stroke of her blade. Her blade her killed him, her best friend.
Knowing this did irreparable to her, it froze her heart. Her broken haret stopped bleeding and froze, not to be awakened again. She swore on his body never to care again as caring meant hurting and hurting leads to crying.
But she wasn't going to cry, she refused to. Crying was for the weak, for children, and she was anything but weak. She had been trained as a warrior, not because she had to, because she chose to. The best fighters were those who wanted to fight, wanted to kill and did she ever want to kill.
Those who had killed her protector would suffer; they would die watching her face smiling in delight. The killer's knew she was alive, and if they thought they could escape her they were wrong, oh, so very wrong.
Smiling she turned to the bounds that held her in a chair and set about removing them, after that she would pay a visit, a long visit to a very, very dear friend.
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Harry scanned platform 9 & 3/4 looking for Ron and the rest of the Weasley's. He had spent the holidays skiing with Hermione and her family so he was desperate to see his other best friend.
Harry caught Ron's eye over the heads of a few first years, giggling and whispering between themselves, "Hello Harry, `Mione, how was..." Ron stifled a snort "skiing?"
Harry laughed, "It was bloody fan." But before he could finish, his throat made a strange gurgling noise. Clutching his throat, Harry turned his eyes to Hermione in wonder."I told you if you swore again I'd have to teach you a lesson."
"`Mione that was last year!" cried Ron.
"I know," grinned Hermione. "I guess the school year has started already or my curse wouldn't have worked. You're lucky it did work other wise I'd have to take points from Griffindor."
Hermione was Head Girl this year which was no surprise and Ron was a prefect. Hermione took her duties very seriously (as you should), while Ron on the other hand preferred a more lax approach.
In the meantime, Harry continued to gag, attracting the attention of Draco Malfoy who spotted the trio and stalked over with a girl in tow. "Hey Pothead, look who's Head Boy." sneered Draco, showed off a gleaming badge embossed with the words HEAD BOY.
"Congratulations, Malfoy. I bet your father's proud," snapped Ron. Draco glowered. Everyone knew that his father had not spoken to him in months, ever since his mother had taken Draco and left his father, accusing him of supporting Voldemort. Not that it was a big secret that Lucius was a death eater, but to be betrayed by his own family was surprising, not to mention amusing.
Draco turned on Harry, "So aren't you going to congratulate me Potter? Your idiot friend tried but I'm sure you can grovel better. What's the matter Potter? Cat's got your tongue?"
"No, dimwit he's under a spell."
All eyes turned to the girl behind Draco, "It's a simple curse, most third years could do it. I could reverse it, if you wanted?" Harry nodded, still clutching his throat. The nameless girl smiled, raised her hand and touched Harry's throat.
Harry gasped, her touch was like fire, and it warmed him right to his very core. She looked into his eyes and Harry could see flames flickering in the irises. "There you go," she said, stepping back, "Feel any better?"
"Loads, thanks." Harry couldn't stop staring at her eyes, Hermione noticed.
"I'm Hermione. This is Ron and that's Harry. I did the spell, for a good reason. And it's a spell most fifth years would not know." Hermione growled; how dare anyone question her ability!
Hermione found her self examining the girl, not liking what she saw. Her hair fell around her face in long chocolate brown layers; tinged with a copper sheen and her eyes were a matching brown flecked with gold. She had long, long legs, womanly hips and a tiny waist, worst of all her boobs where large, at least a C cup, maybe bigger. Hermione's boobs resembled mosquito bites and had never been able to form cleavage.
The thing that annoyed Hermione the most was the girl's apparel; tight leather pants, combat boots, two pieces of material held together with strategically placed safety pins passed for a top and a jacket. All of the clothes were in this season's new black, black. This girl was more than competition, this girl could take all the boys attention with a swing of her long hair, and Hermione was not pleased.
"Like what you see?" Hermione quickly looked back at the girl's face and saw she was leering at her, Hermione was startled and began to blush. The girl just grinned wickedly and twirled around posing like a model.
"I'm Taj, as in Taj Mahal. I can do lots more poses if you want to see my better side," she purred. Before Hermione could answer, Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, entered the conversation, shepherding the children away.
"Come on kids, the train will leave in a minute." Harry couldn't resist turning back "See ya soon, Harry" Taj called.
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Hermione and Ron patrolled the Hogwarts Express looking for troublemakers. "Don't run!" Hermione called to a group of first years, tearing up and down the corridor.
Distracted, Ron spotted Taj pushing her way down the corridor opening compartment doors as she went. Like Hermione, Ron was interested by Taj and wanted to know more about her, especially how her top stayed together. "I wonder if Taj is looking for Malfoy, not that I can understand why she would, the ferrety git he is."
"Is that so Weasel?" Ron and Hermione turned to face a smirking Draco. "Little do you know Weasley, Taj is looking for me. As a matter of fact, our mother's are old friends and they left Taj in my care."
Hermione let out an unladylike snort, focusing Draco's attention on her "You wish you were the lucky girl, don't you? Sorry to disappoint but I don't do mudbloods."
Ron let out a bellow of anger and whipped out his wand. "You'll pay for that Malfoy!"
"Just like he paid in your second year?" Everyone turned to see Taj standing behind them, hands on hips, feet apart. "Sorry Ron, but last time I checked you were the one who paid."
Taj walked up to the group, placing her self between Draco and Ron. "I really am sorry to bring this up Ron, it's not that I don't agree with you, Draco is a ferrety git, but he's more powerful than you and with your past dueling records.well, do really you want to be belching up slugs tonight instead of eating the welcoming feast?"
A shocked silence followed this lengthy speech. It was broken by Hermione laughing, big, body shaking, laughs. "She's.She's.She's right Ron." Hermione hiccoughed. She turned to Draco "And you thought.You thought she liked you!" Everyone stared as Hermione dissolved into giggles.
Draco pulled Taj off to the side, "What the HELL do you think your doing?" he hissed. Taj fought to keep a straight face as she placed her hands on Draco's shoulders.
"I'm sorry Draco, but this, well it's just not working for me any more." Everyone around the group stopped in stunned silence. Taj drew a shaky breath and continued, "I can't stand seeing you every day, peering at you over my frosty flakes and knowing. knowing we'll never be together, never have anything special."
Now everyone in the corridor was staring at Draco and Taj, people where opening compartment doors to see what was going on. Taj carried on, fake tears falling down her face.
"I thought, well, I thought you'd get the hint you know? I thought we could really make a go of it. When you saw me in my towel after my shower, it wasn't until I dropped the towel that I realised."
Draco finally found his voice. "Realised what?" he demanded.
"That you batted for the other team."
Hermione's giggles gave way to belly laughs, tears rolling down her cheeks. Taj rushed on, putting her fingers on Malfoy's protesting mouth. "It's okay you don't have to explain, I understand. I've got to go, and move on. I'll see you soon, when I've recovered, okay?"
With that Taj grabbed the back of Malfoy's head and kissed him, hard. Quickly she released him and walked over to Ron. "Punishment enough?" she whispered. All Ron could do was nod.
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Taj couldn't believe what she'd just done. She'd kissed Malfoy! Draco- Bloody-Malfoy! Blonde hair, lean muscled, bastard of a whore Malfoy!
Taj couldn't explain it, she was just so mad at him, so she teased him and made everyone think he was gay and then BANG she kissed him. Kissed on the mouth kissed him, tongue roaming around in soft mouth kissed him! Jesus Christ!
Taj tried to relax, she had to calm down considerably otherwise there would be fires and destruction and maybe she would even punch in a wall. Taj slowed her run into a walk and tried to think sobering thoughts. Her mind immediately went to Malfoy.
She couldn't believe he'd call someone a mudblood, that wasn't the Malfoy Taj remembered, her Malfoy wasn't such a prick. Taj tried to spit unnoticed in a corner, she still had the Malfoy taste in her mouth. Now all Taj wanted to do was continue her quest; to find an empty compartment, dead or alive.
Harry was sharing a compartment with Neville and Ginny; not many people as were friendly to him as they used to be. Harry's friend's consisted of four people two of which were patrolling the corridor at this very moment. Harry waited anxiously for Ron and Hermione to finish their rounds so they could talk about Taj.
She defiantly wasn't a normal girl; Harry had sensed that as soon as she touched him. Harry's powers had been growing over the holidays so now he could sense things without him being told anything and he could even do simple spells with out a wand. He still hadn't told Ron or Hermione what he could do. No one knew.
Harry hated keeping secrets from his friends, but he wasn't sure what it all meant and Harry didn't want his friends to be seeing him as a freak, not like everyone else. Harry looked out of the window and found his thoughts drifting back to Taj and the fire in her eyes.
*Jesus Christ, I'll never find an empty compartment* Taj struggled down the corridor checking compartments as she went. Finally she came to the last compartment on the train. Taj opened it with baited breath; she really wanted a compartment by herself. "SHIT!"
Harry was jerked out of his daydream by someone swearing loudly, an angry girl was standing at the door, her hand gripping the handle so tight it was turning white. "What do you.Taj?"
Taj tried to look relaxed and gave Harry a forced smile. "Hey Harry, just looking for an empty compartment, you where my last chance."
Ginny laughed, "There's no way you'll find an empty compartment today. Come and join us, we don't bite, hard."
Taj looked up sharply at the youngest Weasley and let out a loud burst of laughter."Okay, I'll stay. My name's Taj."
"I'm Ginny and Neville's gone to the toilet."
"Fascinating."
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters; if I did I would not be writing this, I would be in the Bahamas drinking ridiculously fruity drinks with a little umbrella on top. However I do own Taj, so any plagiarisers keep your dirty mitts off my smart arsed, long legged, leather wearing character.
Rating - R: I'm just being cautious because I don't want to get in trouble, so here are the reasons why it's rated R: -my Taj has a potty mouth (so does Ginny, Draco and anyone else I decide should swear). -the characters are in their last year; of course they get some action!
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She slowly opened her eyes, not sure if it was safe. The house had been quiet for hours, the swearing had stopped with a final shout and after that there had been nothing. No shouts, no screams, not even the sounds of foot steps interrupted the eerie silence bestowed on the house, a house which knew such joy, but now knew nothing but sorrow.
The one who she called a friend was gone, her protector was dead, protecting her life until the very end. They died for her, all she could do was watch. Watch as they fought and struggled and finally took her protector's life away with a single stroke of her blade. Her blade her killed him, her best friend.
Knowing this did irreparable to her, it froze her heart. Her broken haret stopped bleeding and froze, not to be awakened again. She swore on his body never to care again as caring meant hurting and hurting leads to crying.
But she wasn't going to cry, she refused to. Crying was for the weak, for children, and she was anything but weak. She had been trained as a warrior, not because she had to, because she chose to. The best fighters were those who wanted to fight, wanted to kill and did she ever want to kill.
Those who had killed her protector would suffer; they would die watching her face smiling in delight. The killer's knew she was alive, and if they thought they could escape her they were wrong, oh, so very wrong.
Smiling she turned to the bounds that held her in a chair and set about removing them, after that she would pay a visit, a long visit to a very, very dear friend.
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Harry scanned platform 9 & 3/4 looking for Ron and the rest of the Weasley's. He had spent the holidays skiing with Hermione and her family so he was desperate to see his other best friend.
Harry caught Ron's eye over the heads of a few first years, giggling and whispering between themselves, "Hello Harry, `Mione, how was..." Ron stifled a snort "skiing?"
Harry laughed, "It was bloody fan." But before he could finish, his throat made a strange gurgling noise. Clutching his throat, Harry turned his eyes to Hermione in wonder."I told you if you swore again I'd have to teach you a lesson."
"`Mione that was last year!" cried Ron.
"I know," grinned Hermione. "I guess the school year has started already or my curse wouldn't have worked. You're lucky it did work other wise I'd have to take points from Griffindor."
Hermione was Head Girl this year which was no surprise and Ron was a prefect. Hermione took her duties very seriously (as you should), while Ron on the other hand preferred a more lax approach.
In the meantime, Harry continued to gag, attracting the attention of Draco Malfoy who spotted the trio and stalked over with a girl in tow. "Hey Pothead, look who's Head Boy." sneered Draco, showed off a gleaming badge embossed with the words HEAD BOY.
"Congratulations, Malfoy. I bet your father's proud," snapped Ron. Draco glowered. Everyone knew that his father had not spoken to him in months, ever since his mother had taken Draco and left his father, accusing him of supporting Voldemort. Not that it was a big secret that Lucius was a death eater, but to be betrayed by his own family was surprising, not to mention amusing.
Draco turned on Harry, "So aren't you going to congratulate me Potter? Your idiot friend tried but I'm sure you can grovel better. What's the matter Potter? Cat's got your tongue?"
"No, dimwit he's under a spell."
All eyes turned to the girl behind Draco, "It's a simple curse, most third years could do it. I could reverse it, if you wanted?" Harry nodded, still clutching his throat. The nameless girl smiled, raised her hand and touched Harry's throat.
Harry gasped, her touch was like fire, and it warmed him right to his very core. She looked into his eyes and Harry could see flames flickering in the irises. "There you go," she said, stepping back, "Feel any better?"
"Loads, thanks." Harry couldn't stop staring at her eyes, Hermione noticed.
"I'm Hermione. This is Ron and that's Harry. I did the spell, for a good reason. And it's a spell most fifth years would not know." Hermione growled; how dare anyone question her ability!
Hermione found her self examining the girl, not liking what she saw. Her hair fell around her face in long chocolate brown layers; tinged with a copper sheen and her eyes were a matching brown flecked with gold. She had long, long legs, womanly hips and a tiny waist, worst of all her boobs where large, at least a C cup, maybe bigger. Hermione's boobs resembled mosquito bites and had never been able to form cleavage.
The thing that annoyed Hermione the most was the girl's apparel; tight leather pants, combat boots, two pieces of material held together with strategically placed safety pins passed for a top and a jacket. All of the clothes were in this season's new black, black. This girl was more than competition, this girl could take all the boys attention with a swing of her long hair, and Hermione was not pleased.
"Like what you see?" Hermione quickly looked back at the girl's face and saw she was leering at her, Hermione was startled and began to blush. The girl just grinned wickedly and twirled around posing like a model.
"I'm Taj, as in Taj Mahal. I can do lots more poses if you want to see my better side," she purred. Before Hermione could answer, Arthur Weasley, Ron's father, entered the conversation, shepherding the children away.
"Come on kids, the train will leave in a minute." Harry couldn't resist turning back "See ya soon, Harry" Taj called.
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Hermione and Ron patrolled the Hogwarts Express looking for troublemakers. "Don't run!" Hermione called to a group of first years, tearing up and down the corridor.
Distracted, Ron spotted Taj pushing her way down the corridor opening compartment doors as she went. Like Hermione, Ron was interested by Taj and wanted to know more about her, especially how her top stayed together. "I wonder if Taj is looking for Malfoy, not that I can understand why she would, the ferrety git he is."
"Is that so Weasel?" Ron and Hermione turned to face a smirking Draco. "Little do you know Weasley, Taj is looking for me. As a matter of fact, our mother's are old friends and they left Taj in my care."
Hermione let out an unladylike snort, focusing Draco's attention on her "You wish you were the lucky girl, don't you? Sorry to disappoint but I don't do mudbloods."
Ron let out a bellow of anger and whipped out his wand. "You'll pay for that Malfoy!"
"Just like he paid in your second year?" Everyone turned to see Taj standing behind them, hands on hips, feet apart. "Sorry Ron, but last time I checked you were the one who paid."
Taj walked up to the group, placing her self between Draco and Ron. "I really am sorry to bring this up Ron, it's not that I don't agree with you, Draco is a ferrety git, but he's more powerful than you and with your past dueling records.well, do really you want to be belching up slugs tonight instead of eating the welcoming feast?"
A shocked silence followed this lengthy speech. It was broken by Hermione laughing, big, body shaking, laughs. "She's.She's.She's right Ron." Hermione hiccoughed. She turned to Draco "And you thought.You thought she liked you!" Everyone stared as Hermione dissolved into giggles.
Draco pulled Taj off to the side, "What the HELL do you think your doing?" he hissed. Taj fought to keep a straight face as she placed her hands on Draco's shoulders.
"I'm sorry Draco, but this, well it's just not working for me any more." Everyone around the group stopped in stunned silence. Taj drew a shaky breath and continued, "I can't stand seeing you every day, peering at you over my frosty flakes and knowing. knowing we'll never be together, never have anything special."
Now everyone in the corridor was staring at Draco and Taj, people where opening compartment doors to see what was going on. Taj carried on, fake tears falling down her face.
"I thought, well, I thought you'd get the hint you know? I thought we could really make a go of it. When you saw me in my towel after my shower, it wasn't until I dropped the towel that I realised."
Draco finally found his voice. "Realised what?" he demanded.
"That you batted for the other team."
Hermione's giggles gave way to belly laughs, tears rolling down her cheeks. Taj rushed on, putting her fingers on Malfoy's protesting mouth. "It's okay you don't have to explain, I understand. I've got to go, and move on. I'll see you soon, when I've recovered, okay?"
With that Taj grabbed the back of Malfoy's head and kissed him, hard. Quickly she released him and walked over to Ron. "Punishment enough?" she whispered. All Ron could do was nod.
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Taj couldn't believe what she'd just done. She'd kissed Malfoy! Draco- Bloody-Malfoy! Blonde hair, lean muscled, bastard of a whore Malfoy!
Taj couldn't explain it, she was just so mad at him, so she teased him and made everyone think he was gay and then BANG she kissed him. Kissed on the mouth kissed him, tongue roaming around in soft mouth kissed him! Jesus Christ!
Taj tried to relax, she had to calm down considerably otherwise there would be fires and destruction and maybe she would even punch in a wall. Taj slowed her run into a walk and tried to think sobering thoughts. Her mind immediately went to Malfoy.
She couldn't believe he'd call someone a mudblood, that wasn't the Malfoy Taj remembered, her Malfoy wasn't such a prick. Taj tried to spit unnoticed in a corner, she still had the Malfoy taste in her mouth. Now all Taj wanted to do was continue her quest; to find an empty compartment, dead or alive.
Harry was sharing a compartment with Neville and Ginny; not many people as were friendly to him as they used to be. Harry's friend's consisted of four people two of which were patrolling the corridor at this very moment. Harry waited anxiously for Ron and Hermione to finish their rounds so they could talk about Taj.
She defiantly wasn't a normal girl; Harry had sensed that as soon as she touched him. Harry's powers had been growing over the holidays so now he could sense things without him being told anything and he could even do simple spells with out a wand. He still hadn't told Ron or Hermione what he could do. No one knew.
Harry hated keeping secrets from his friends, but he wasn't sure what it all meant and Harry didn't want his friends to be seeing him as a freak, not like everyone else. Harry looked out of the window and found his thoughts drifting back to Taj and the fire in her eyes.
*Jesus Christ, I'll never find an empty compartment* Taj struggled down the corridor checking compartments as she went. Finally she came to the last compartment on the train. Taj opened it with baited breath; she really wanted a compartment by herself. "SHIT!"
Harry was jerked out of his daydream by someone swearing loudly, an angry girl was standing at the door, her hand gripping the handle so tight it was turning white. "What do you.Taj?"
Taj tried to look relaxed and gave Harry a forced smile. "Hey Harry, just looking for an empty compartment, you where my last chance."
Ginny laughed, "There's no way you'll find an empty compartment today. Come and join us, we don't bite, hard."
Taj looked up sharply at the youngest Weasley and let out a loud burst of laughter."Okay, I'll stay. My name's Taj."
"I'm Ginny and Neville's gone to the toilet."
"Fascinating."