Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, the Harry Potter reference or the band mentioned. I only own Angel, Jasmine, Charlotte and Antoin. And the plot of this, though it might be similar to ones you've seen. I can't be the only one that's thought of this, but maybe I am. Who knows.

Angel's POV

"Get out of my face." I growled at Jasmine as she flicked her forked tongue in my face for the second time. I had gotten angry at her for making fun of my heavier set weight so I had made a comment about her scales. Now we were doing everything to get the other to hit first, knowing the rules. You never hit first, but you hit last.

Before anything could start, Charlotte got in between us. "Knock it off. Jasmine, you know that's a low blow and bordering on bullying which is is not allowed in this house. Angel, you know that being rude back does nothing but edge her on." She bared her teeth for Jasmine when she flicked her tongue behind her back, effectively making her slither off to her room in fear. With her back still turned, she ordered me out.

I huffed at her as I stormed away, glad I had changed for training. Black leggings, loose grey sweatshirt, sneakers and a black sweat band that covered my ears. I might not be as sleek and agile as the others, but I was faster than Antoin and was stronger than all of them. I could climb faster, dig faster and was way better at finding hiding spots. They all like to show off. "Stupid girls, thinking they're better than me." I heard a crash to my right, coming from the old dance studio. No one really went in there so I was ecstatic to finally having something to do. By the time I was finally inside, it appeared whoever it was had left the broken table and ran. "Fine, I hate exercise anyway. It's not for fat people."

The lights flickering made me jump, till I was face to face with my reflection. I flinched away at first, hating what I saw. I used to be beautiful, the best dancer in this studio. I had long hair that fluttered around me as I moved, blue eyes like cornflowers and skin that was as soft and smooth as silk. Then the Foot came and grabbed some of us as we were practicing. Some of them died during the trials, some of them survived till training. I was the only one who got through to the last level. Now, my eyes aren't that pretty blue...They're completely brown with large black pupils, muddy and disgusting. No whites surrounding them to make them pop, or even the right shape. They look like someone cropped out the whites of two eyes and then photoshopped them into my face. My hair is no longer it's lush red color, but a dull brown. It's not soft, it's rough and thicker than a trunk. I keep having to chop it off at my shoulders, which makes it almost impossible to throw up in a ponytail. I'm now freakishly tall at 5'7, which only makes my weight worse. Who could lift me if I still danced? Surely there was no one strong and tall enough for that. I towered over almost everyone. The one benefit of this change was the bronze skin I always envied from my mother now permanently graced my skin.

I glanced around stupidly to see if anyone was looking, before sighing. "One, two, three." I might not have been able to dance like the ballerina I was, but at least I could still dance to my music. I started the song in my head as I moved to the beat. If only I had a stereo that worked.

"I thought you said fat people don't exercise." The voice seemed to realize I could hear it just as I was spinning around. The lights blacked out before I could see his full appearance, but my eyes quickly adjusted to the dark. He was big, like bigger than me big. Maybe 6'5? And he was muscled, like bodybuilder muscled.

My breath caught in my throat, thankful he didn't want to be caught breaking in. If he had seen my eyes, that would not have been good. At least my ears were covered. "Yeah well, when you have an Aerosmith song stuck in your head you kind of have to dance to it. Or you are officially the lamest human being ever."

"A rock fan who spends her time in a ballerina studio. Does this person have a name?" He seemed surprised at his own boldness, stepping back for a second. But then he seemed to steel himself and come forward more. Hey, I couldn't see him and we wouldn't share full names. We probably won't even see each other again. What's the big deal?

"Angel." And that was how I met the first person who only judged my music taste. What guy doesn't like rock?

"A sane one. My ears are permanently damaged from when my brother got his drum set. Literally all he would play was your music, my dad almost had a conniption." He was leaning on the back wall with me, having found a few pillows to sit on. We were a few inches apart, but I could smell the sweat and hint of pizza wafting off him.

I relaxed as we chatted about siblings. Apparently he had three brothers, him and the drum brother were twins. Then there was boy genius and his baby brother. We kind of left out names as we chatted, going for nicknames and funny phrases instead. Like at one point he referred to his home as "the Lair", which I laughed at. "Nice, because it has to be kept secret." We continued on like that before realizing we had to get going. It had been almost two hours since I had first left. "It was nice meeting you Leo, maybe I'll see you again?" I wanted to kick myself for asking that, but then he nodded and I swear a smile shone through the dark.

"Yeah. And if you get a knew phone, we can swap numbers." He disappeared into the shadows, leaving me to imagine what he looked like...And why he might have stayed to just talk with me after he saw me dancing.

I ran home so fast I think I got whiplash from the wind, but I paused when I reached the roof of the factory. Would they have noticed? Did they care? We'd only been a group for a few months now, we were still working out the kinks...But when I walked in, I got a face full of Charlotte.

"Where have you been? You didn't get injured did you? Did you have to lose someone?" Charlotte was staring at me wide eyed with worry and my heart skipped a beat. She cared? Then there was Jasmine who was apologizing for making fun of me and Antoin who was hugged me..."So?"

I almost told them, I really did. But then I realized I wanted him to be my secret. This guy will a laugh that filled the room, that liked my moves and made the stupidest jokes. I wanted him all to myself, so I did something I'm not proud of. I lied. "I stopped a mugging, got out of there quick. Purple dragon saw me and tried to follow so I had to make sure I ditched them before I came back." I shrugged easily, surprised at how the lie just danced off my tongue.

They bought it so quickly and I didn't even have to elaborate. By the time I had gotten myself into my room and been left alone, the excitement was wearing off. But I was still smiling. He can never know. But he doesn't want me to know either...so maybe? I giggled into my pillow to muffle myself, hoping no one heard me. And for some odd reason, I slept like a baby that night.

Raph's POV

Solo patrols were the easiest to deal with, when there was no fearless leader to boss me around, no smart ass Donnie to critique everything and no Mikey to get pissed at. I could have invited Casey to make this more interesting, but he was most likely busy at this time of night and I kind of needed a break.

"Help!" And that started my night of running around from one disaster to the other, saving this person and that while they begged for their lives. Sometimes I didn't understand how human could be so breakable, they could snap with one punch. But luckily for me, I was being directed to my favorite getaway spot. The abandoned factory that had gotten taken over by the Purple Dragons for a little while before finally just getting abandoned. No one ever really ever was in there, so my brothers never paid it any attention. Making it the perfect spot for my get away.

CRASH! I jumped a foot in the air when noise started coming from the building as a figure swung from the top level in through a window onto the lower one, probably having gotten there from the roof. The figure was tall, well built. Maybe from a gang? When I didn't hear any cursing like I usually would, I got interested. No one could smash through those windows and land on that much glass without hurting themselves and that meant cussing. Normally.

I quickly made my way through to follow the person who had invaded my hideout, getting ready for a fight. When I found out it was a girl, she had let her hair down and she was muttering about stupid siblings, I just blinked before continuing to track her. I barely lasted a second till she was on me, scratching at my face and arms. I slammed my fist into her stomach, hoping it winded her long enough for me to breathe. She barely flinched as she was thrown back from the force, coming back for more.

"You are not taking me back!" She went for a quick kick, a jab and a low blow but I dodged them all. But then she seemed to pause. "You aren't...Who are you?" She moved out of my reach, disappearing into the shadows. I was lucky I was at least mostly hidden from a clear view. "You aren't a Dragon?"

I snorted. "No. But you're hanging out in my spot and attacked me, so shouldn't I be the one asking questions?" I watched her outline relax, probably thinking I was some guy who stayed here and was just defending my turf. "You've got to be trained by someone at least, you're tough. Most people pass out from a hit like that, you didn't even flinch. Not to mention your hands must be scratched up bad from landing on that glass."

She mocked my response to her ridiculous question with her own exaggeration of my snort, ending in a giggle. "As I'm sure you beat up a lot of girls and are surprised to find one that doesn't fall over you, I'm tougher than that. And my hands are fine."

"I wasn't saying you were tough for a girl, I'm saying you're tougher than my brothers who train everyday to learn to fight. They all at least wince when I hit them." I used her surprise as a distraction, surprising myself in the process as I grabbed her hands to check them for wounds. They were hard and calloused, but completely fine. Like the glass wasn't tougher than her. "You weren't kidding." I let her pull away, hearing fearless cursing in my head if she noticed that I only had three fingers.

She tucked hair behind her ear, the movement quickly capturing my attention. She seemed to be nervous about something to, waiting for me to comment on her hands or something. "Do you have like no feeling in your hands or something?"

"Why? Cause you got callouses and I don't think anything of it?" Her breath caught as I talked. "If I freaked out over every detail of some being weird, I couldn't be in the room with my baby bro." I smiled as I heard her laugh, before realizing something. I was talking with a human. A human who thought I was human. Someone who I hadn't saved, wasn't part of the police or April. And I was calm. This was too weird. I should not be feeling like this, so comfortable with a girl I just met. I was leaving.

"And then I was like, excuse me for not being what you expected. I'm still going to kick your ass, so I don't see what the problem is." We laughed together as we sat on parallel sides of the chimney on the roof, telling stories of fights and stupid siblings. Currently she was telling me about her run in with some of the Purple Dragons, and how one didn't realize she was a girl. "Oh, it was awesome."

I moved so I could stretch my legs, glad the clouds covered the moon and the lights from the city didn't reach here. It was nice to talk to someone who didn't want to know everything and understood. She didn't question me or want to know anything about me. Let me say what I wanted, when I wanted. It was easy as breathing with her.

"You know, I have to thank you for not being like most guys. They usually assume I'm some weak little thing because I'm a girl. You made a mark on my strength as the first thing you said to me." Her voice wavered for a second before returning to its previous strength.

I smirked into the darkness. "The first thing you do is almost kick my ass into next year. 'Course I'm not going to bitch at you for being a girl." And for some reason after getting back to the lair, I simply gave Mikey a light punch on the arm and went to meditate with Splinter. He'd been trying to get me to do that for a while, so I just thought I'd see if I could actually sit through it. Wasn't that bad, but I kept getting weird looks. Won't be doing that again.

Antoinette's POV

Training was fun but the other girls seemed to not understand what I was. I was mutated with honey badger DNA you see and that did not make me a Hufflepuff. You see, Char at least had an instinctive respect for me and usually left me alone. Jas was down right terrified of me after I told her about my usual diet. But that all went away when training happened, it was like I was suddenly this tiny helpless thing that needed to be protected. Piss off, as if.

I walked the streets below with pride, always hanging in populated areas to ward off gang activity. Besides, most people were terrified of me. Even if they didn't know my species, I was still a threat on these streets. I brought fear onto those who dared look at me, or a little something different. Depending on my mood. I used to be bigger, a little lankier maybe, but I controlled a gang that the purple dragons were terrified of. Though I do still have some of my old contacts in both, I lost my status.

Evidently, someone didn't get the memo. I could sense someone watching me from the rooftops, probably a newie gang member who thought they were cool for spying on some chick. Maybe waiting for me to go home and change so he could stare through a window. I smirked at the thought, imagining what would happen if he saw me without this hoodie. He would see the birthmark colored stripes that made their way across my face, the razor sharp nails that cut through flesh like butter. Maybe then he'd be scared, but he'd still want to see. Till I opened my eyes and his human ones met the eternal darkness that were mine.

"You going to follow me all day, or are you going to fight me already?" I glanced up at the figure, smirking at him through the bottom of my hood. When he didn't move, I shrugged. "Fine, I'll come to you." I charged the alley, releasing my claws I as I made my way up the wall, not even noticing the pain from the climb anymore. I swung myself onto the roof, skidding to a halt in front of the dark figure.

He tilted his head at me, a peaceful smirk appearing on his face through the dark. "Hi. I'm not part of a gang." That much was obvious, he was way too care free and unsure of himself. Complete opposite of a gang member, or at least a good one. But he was well built, not only from working out at a gym but from fighting, hard labor.

I snorted from the sheer weirdness that was this guy. "Cool. I'm not either. Want to run with me?" I was feeling the adrenaline still and I wanted an outlet. "Sure you can keep up with a mutant girl?" I walked backwards towards the other side of the roof, a challenge in my eyes.

"Mutant, huh? Guess you might actually be on my level." He took off before I could comprehend that, racing over to the next rooftop with ease. "You going to stand there and stare or run?" His grin was now clear in the light of the moon.

"Oh, it's on."

Running felt good. The burning in my legs as I leapt from roof to roof, the free falling feeling that came with the longer jumps, the adrenaline running through my veins. But racing, oh it was so much more fun. He kept up with me, even passing me a few times. I finally noticed his scent was gone, pausing at the end of the roof. "What?"

I could only see his outline in the dark, but I didn't really go by sight. Everyone had a specific smell, family members having similar ones. The brothers he always mentioned probably all had that thick musk scent mixed with hardwood, but they didn't share the kitchen smell he did. It was barely there, but he smelled distinctly of a diner or restaurant. "There's something I want to show you." He moved to a large shed on the edge of the roof which made me raise my eyebrows, but when he opened the doors all that faded away.

The inside of the shed was covered in fairy lights that didn't hurt my eyes and illuminated the paintings all over the walls and the book nook in the corner. The lights were something I wasn't sure about but then he dimmed them so we weren't fully visible to each other. "Did you do all these?" I traced my fingers over one of the ones on the wall, flinching as I heard paper rip. "I'm so sorry.." I retracted my hands, feeling a heaviness land on my shoulders. Even without my claws out, my nails could do a lot of damage.

"Hey, it's fine. I actually haven't been here in awhile so they are all my crappy ones. If you want, after I leave you can turn up the lights and take which ones you want." He rubbed the back of his neck as he took it down carefully, putting it on a stool in the back corner. "My names Mikey. I like to draw and cook. I don't usually talk to strangers, or mutant strangers for that matter."

I laughed as I curled up in his reading nook, noting his disbelieving tone. He didn't think I was really a mutant. "I'm Antoinette. I like to look at pretty things and eat sweets. I don't talk to strangers either." I curled my claw like fingers into my palms, sighing. "They're usually terrified of me anyway."

Mikey kneeled in front of me, taking in a small breath through his nose. "You're bleeding." He held out a gloved hand expectantly. When I placed my hands in his, he looked at them through squinted eyes in the dark. "You have sharp nails. Remind me not to get on your bad side, cat scratches sting." He grinned as he reached into his back pocket, bringing out a gauze to wrap my hands in. "You know, I have some things I hate about myself too. My hands are disfigured from an accident, my nose is flat and my skin is rough. No one really likes to look at someone like that. From what I can tell, you've got a defense mechanism. I have a deformity."

I growled lowly as I retracted my hands. "Hold still." I tried to keep the hardness out of my voice but it slipped in as he stiffened. "I'm sorry if I scratch you, I'll try to avoid it." I let my fingers ghost over his gloves, finding that two of the fingers folded under my touch. So he'd lost two fingers, so what? I huffed. "Deformity my ass..." I next went to his arms which were really muscled. I could see what he meant by rough, but it was..."Like callouses..." I next flinched as I felt him twitch beneath me, making me pull away. "Sorry, did I cut you?"

"No, it's just...We're really close and we just met and yeah you scratched me put it's like those white lines when you bump into something, I'm not bleeding. And I'm not really used to being...touched." He shifted awkwardly as I tried to make out his arm, pouting as I realized I left my glasses at home. Badgers have really bad eyesight and it was annoying that I got that too. "I'm fine."

I sighed. "Fine. But if I hear one more body deformity comment from you mister, I'll kick your ass. You are a weird stranger who decided that I was cool enough to hang out with and I am not letting you forget that." I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes.

I could hear his heart rate suddenly increasing and the unnoticable hiccuping intake of breath. "Okay. That means I'll see you again?" When I nodded, I heard him shifting to get up. "I have to go, but I'll be back next week. I'll have a surprise for you."

I smiled as his scent slowly disappeared, the lights slowly brightening. I could kind of see the artwork, but I was annoyed I couldn't take it all. I wanted it. I needed it. So, I was determined to come back. I grabbed as much as I could hide, sprinting back to the factory. I brushed past everyone as I locked myself in my room, pinning up all the papers. I scrambled around for my glasses, suddenly seeing just what I was surrounded by. "Oh, wow!"

Donnie's POV

No, I did not like solo patrols. Why? Because it meant my lab was unguarded and I had to go back to a disaster zone and Leo yelling at who ever touched it and me for not thinking of ways to stop them. I hated it, but it was necessary. Little did I know, I was going to enjoy solo patrols a lot more than expected.

"SHIT! FUCK! OW!" Rang through the night as I made my way across the rooftops. What was that? "Stupid thing, doesn't even...screw you..." It was a girl, maybe my age and definitely pissed about something. Suddenly a toy was thrown at my feet in the shadows as she glared down at the streets. "I wonder if she had the right idea..."

Recognizing signs of suicidal behavior, I quickly analyzed the toy and fixed the problem. It was a wind up and one of the gears had fallen out of place. I let it go so it could unceremoniously march next to her and squeak. I held my breath as she stopped it from falling off the edge, whirling around to face my shadow.

"Come out where I can see you or I will crush you." She was tall, lanky and moved like a ballet dancer. Her voice was rough but easy. I couldn't see her face or eyes because of her lowered hood, but even through her sweatshirt I could see her muscles. It was actually quite terrifying since biologically that shouldn't be possible on a human female.

I snorted. "How about no." I immediately regretted my decision as her head whipped around to my position. "Not Foot or a Dragon, just leaving." Of course that didn't turn out too well, as she started to stalk towards me with a dark smile.

"You can't hide in the shadows...I can see your..." She froze in place before looking down at her hands and back at me. "You're cold bloodied." Fuck. Wait, how would she know that? And since when do I swear, even in my head? "Like me." And that's I think when my head exploded.