Title: The Black Sheep
Summary: What if Cho Chang had a distant relation and she was in Harry's year, would their future lives really have changed? A story about the usual HP group and their lives after Hogwarts with an added creation, Nadia Tang.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books are owed by J.K.Rowling. Nadia Tang is my own creation and so is the plot.
Author's Note: This chapter is mainly an introduction, if you have any queries, helpful tips, ideas, whatever..or "Constructive criticism" leave a review. Thank You
It had been almost a year since Nadia had turned twenty one, but she still hadn't got use to some of the changes that had come about on that one day. Mainly, the one involving the Daily Prophet, it was true, she did wonder why when she was attending Hogwarts that, the Daily Prophet had not printed a single page about Harry Potter's "third best friend". When they had written so freely about Ron and Hermione, but she had always put it down to her luck and the press' stupidity.
But unfortunately that had not been the case. The truth behind the matter was simple. The Tang family had always liked to keep their private lives, well private. Especially their children's lives, since that is the period in which most low esteem builds up and where slight paranoia settles in. So they did not wish for the "perfectly breeded" youngsters to be broken or severely traumatized by rubbish written by certain idiots, also known as reporters.
So back in the renaissance period when both the printing press and Daily Prophet had been brought out they thought it wise to insure their privacy. They did this the simplest way possible. By putting the founder of the Daily Prophets life in danger and "saving him". (Now every proper witch or wizard knows when someone saves your life you are in debt to them and most wizards/witches conquer these by owing them a single promise, which can only be broken by you saving your savior's life or their children's life, which may I add Mr. Westbrook was not able to achieve this since Tang's were perfectly able to look after themselves). Now his promise was for the Daily Prophet never to write a single word about or implying anything about a Tang, until the age of twenty one, where the Tang should be so powerful, no one would dare write anything about him or her. You can see that the Tang family was quite arrogant and pompous in the way they thought about themselves.
Unfortunately, this was not the case for Nadia, because unlike her predecessors she chose to be the "stain of dishonor" to the Tang family and befriended Harry Potter, the boy who lived by almost killing the Dark Lord. This basically meant she was the black sheep of the family, but she was not only different because of her chose in friends, she had shown from the tender age of three that she had missing a few, very important qualities that all other Tang's obtained. For example, she had always hated the way her family looked down at "mudbloods" and didn't enjoy the luxuries being a Tang held, like fur coats, animal heads as decorations or going to balls in silk dresses wearing diamonds, and rubbing shoulders with other rich, pure blooded families.
So, since Nadia had not used her pure blooded strengths, like pounding fear into the hearts of many, bring fellow colleagues down and spending money to enhance the important ness of being in the presence of a Tang. No one feared her and because of her good nature she never showed how powerful she could be, she had actually beaten Hermione in all her OWLS and NEWTS, but kept it quiet, for she knew how hard Hermione had worked while she had just been larking about with Harry and Ron. It was true, the Tang's obsession with perfect breeding did have its uses, it made Nadia's life a lot easier, as she was simply born with great mind and the strict teaching programme that all Tang's did until the age of ten meant she had learnt everything she'd needed to know academically for the rest of her life. Therefore, by the age of eleven she was as lethal, clever and powerful as most of the professors she was meant to be learning from.
So, from that fateful August the twenty third almost every week an article was written about her, it was as if they were making up for lost time.
And that is where her problem started. Never in her life had she have to read articles about herself, written by complete strangers who seemed to know more about her than, well anyone. At first she thought she could get use to it, since Harry had to take all the propaganda about him since the start of his wizarding life and so did Hermione and Ron when the reporters suddenly realized that they were his best friends, so why should she be any different?
Maybe, because all her life she had been shielded from such harsh realities, so when they finally came she didn't have a clue how to control them. Well that was how Nadia explaining it anyway.
A swooping owl halted Nadia's train of thoughts. It was delivering today's Daily Prophet, like Hermione, Nadia liked to see what people were saying about her, even if most of it was complete rubbish. She placed a Knut in the leather pouch on the owl's leg, lay the newspaper down and stared at the dining table, to see if any new guests or visitors had decided to get up and join her for breakfast at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
The "Black Maison" hadn't changed much, it was still lighted by gas lamps at night, but since Dumbledore had managed to find a way to get electricity through the house the background sound of televisions was now a normal noise and when it was time for celebration the serpent shaped chandeliers showed all their glory. Also the group that were not the age to join the order, made up of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and herself, had peeled off the ancient wall paper that covered the whole house and replaced it with much warmer colours except for pink, which Harry, Ron, Nadia and most of the male and very few of the female members of the orders were very grateful for. Mrs. Black was still glued onto her wall but thanks to the help of Hermione, her and Nadia had gone through every silence spell known to the wizarding world and had finally found one which, thankfully, shut Mrs. Black up. And since the last Black died from Grimmauld Place, Kreacher moved on. Most believed he went to work for Narcissa Malfoy, but no one really cared so much as to properly research his whereabouts. But apart from that and a few new pieces of furniture Grimmauld Place was the same as it had always been.
But as she quickly scanned the room she saw it was still empty. She guessed most of the Order was probably still dwelling at Hogwarts, since it was exam week, or had already gone off to work without breakfast.
Nadia shook her head, members of the Order these days, either miss the most important meal of the day or don't get up until ten o'clock running around shouting I'm late and still miss the most important meal of the day. The end of that thought had been about two of her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. She was glad her final best friend was a little better organized, Hermione Granger, the smartest muggle born witch ever, who had chosen a career in teaching, Arithmancy at Hogwarts to be exact. Nadia remembered Hermione telling her about chose, "It'll give me the challenge I've been looking for, I no I'll enjoy it, I mean some of my best memories were at Hogwarts, guys it's perfect and since you three are planning to be Aurors I can get all the facts from Dumbledore and help you whenever you need it" she said with the biggest grin on her face.
This second train of thoughts disappeared as she heard a creak on the stairs. Her heart naturally pumped slightly quicker and her hand instinctively reached for her wand from her pocket. Her logic told her it couldn't be a Death Eater, but as Moody always said "constant vigilance".
Someone lazily walked through the door. He was a black haired, bespectacled young man, with a slight athletic look towards him, his eyes were an emerald green that had a peculiar sparkle to them, his face was thin, but healthy looking, his forehead held a thin lightning shaped scar and lastly his face had the most welcoming smile on it. Her grip on her wand instantly loosened, she knew this man, and she knew he was no Death Eater, it was Harry Potter.
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Summary: What if Cho Chang had a distant relation and she was in Harry's year, would their future lives really have changed? A story about the usual HP group and their lives after Hogwarts with an added creation, Nadia Tang.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books are owed by J.K.Rowling. Nadia Tang is my own creation and so is the plot.
Author's Note: This chapter is mainly an introduction, if you have any queries, helpful tips, ideas, whatever..or "Constructive criticism" leave a review. Thank You
It had been almost a year since Nadia had turned twenty one, but she still hadn't got use to some of the changes that had come about on that one day. Mainly, the one involving the Daily Prophet, it was true, she did wonder why when she was attending Hogwarts that, the Daily Prophet had not printed a single page about Harry Potter's "third best friend". When they had written so freely about Ron and Hermione, but she had always put it down to her luck and the press' stupidity.
But unfortunately that had not been the case. The truth behind the matter was simple. The Tang family had always liked to keep their private lives, well private. Especially their children's lives, since that is the period in which most low esteem builds up and where slight paranoia settles in. So they did not wish for the "perfectly breeded" youngsters to be broken or severely traumatized by rubbish written by certain idiots, also known as reporters.
So back in the renaissance period when both the printing press and Daily Prophet had been brought out they thought it wise to insure their privacy. They did this the simplest way possible. By putting the founder of the Daily Prophets life in danger and "saving him". (Now every proper witch or wizard knows when someone saves your life you are in debt to them and most wizards/witches conquer these by owing them a single promise, which can only be broken by you saving your savior's life or their children's life, which may I add Mr. Westbrook was not able to achieve this since Tang's were perfectly able to look after themselves). Now his promise was for the Daily Prophet never to write a single word about or implying anything about a Tang, until the age of twenty one, where the Tang should be so powerful, no one would dare write anything about him or her. You can see that the Tang family was quite arrogant and pompous in the way they thought about themselves.
Unfortunately, this was not the case for Nadia, because unlike her predecessors she chose to be the "stain of dishonor" to the Tang family and befriended Harry Potter, the boy who lived by almost killing the Dark Lord. This basically meant she was the black sheep of the family, but she was not only different because of her chose in friends, she had shown from the tender age of three that she had missing a few, very important qualities that all other Tang's obtained. For example, she had always hated the way her family looked down at "mudbloods" and didn't enjoy the luxuries being a Tang held, like fur coats, animal heads as decorations or going to balls in silk dresses wearing diamonds, and rubbing shoulders with other rich, pure blooded families.
So, since Nadia had not used her pure blooded strengths, like pounding fear into the hearts of many, bring fellow colleagues down and spending money to enhance the important ness of being in the presence of a Tang. No one feared her and because of her good nature she never showed how powerful she could be, she had actually beaten Hermione in all her OWLS and NEWTS, but kept it quiet, for she knew how hard Hermione had worked while she had just been larking about with Harry and Ron. It was true, the Tang's obsession with perfect breeding did have its uses, it made Nadia's life a lot easier, as she was simply born with great mind and the strict teaching programme that all Tang's did until the age of ten meant she had learnt everything she'd needed to know academically for the rest of her life. Therefore, by the age of eleven she was as lethal, clever and powerful as most of the professors she was meant to be learning from.
So, from that fateful August the twenty third almost every week an article was written about her, it was as if they were making up for lost time.
And that is where her problem started. Never in her life had she have to read articles about herself, written by complete strangers who seemed to know more about her than, well anyone. At first she thought she could get use to it, since Harry had to take all the propaganda about him since the start of his wizarding life and so did Hermione and Ron when the reporters suddenly realized that they were his best friends, so why should she be any different?
Maybe, because all her life she had been shielded from such harsh realities, so when they finally came she didn't have a clue how to control them. Well that was how Nadia explaining it anyway.
A swooping owl halted Nadia's train of thoughts. It was delivering today's Daily Prophet, like Hermione, Nadia liked to see what people were saying about her, even if most of it was complete rubbish. She placed a Knut in the leather pouch on the owl's leg, lay the newspaper down and stared at the dining table, to see if any new guests or visitors had decided to get up and join her for breakfast at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
The "Black Maison" hadn't changed much, it was still lighted by gas lamps at night, but since Dumbledore had managed to find a way to get electricity through the house the background sound of televisions was now a normal noise and when it was time for celebration the serpent shaped chandeliers showed all their glory. Also the group that were not the age to join the order, made up of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and herself, had peeled off the ancient wall paper that covered the whole house and replaced it with much warmer colours except for pink, which Harry, Ron, Nadia and most of the male and very few of the female members of the orders were very grateful for. Mrs. Black was still glued onto her wall but thanks to the help of Hermione, her and Nadia had gone through every silence spell known to the wizarding world and had finally found one which, thankfully, shut Mrs. Black up. And since the last Black died from Grimmauld Place, Kreacher moved on. Most believed he went to work for Narcissa Malfoy, but no one really cared so much as to properly research his whereabouts. But apart from that and a few new pieces of furniture Grimmauld Place was the same as it had always been.
But as she quickly scanned the room she saw it was still empty. She guessed most of the Order was probably still dwelling at Hogwarts, since it was exam week, or had already gone off to work without breakfast.
Nadia shook her head, members of the Order these days, either miss the most important meal of the day or don't get up until ten o'clock running around shouting I'm late and still miss the most important meal of the day. The end of that thought had been about two of her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. She was glad her final best friend was a little better organized, Hermione Granger, the smartest muggle born witch ever, who had chosen a career in teaching, Arithmancy at Hogwarts to be exact. Nadia remembered Hermione telling her about chose, "It'll give me the challenge I've been looking for, I no I'll enjoy it, I mean some of my best memories were at Hogwarts, guys it's perfect and since you three are planning to be Aurors I can get all the facts from Dumbledore and help you whenever you need it" she said with the biggest grin on her face.
This second train of thoughts disappeared as she heard a creak on the stairs. Her heart naturally pumped slightly quicker and her hand instinctively reached for her wand from her pocket. Her logic told her it couldn't be a Death Eater, but as Moody always said "constant vigilance".
Someone lazily walked through the door. He was a black haired, bespectacled young man, with a slight athletic look towards him, his eyes were an emerald green that had a peculiar sparkle to them, his face was thin, but healthy looking, his forehead held a thin lightning shaped scar and lastly his face had the most welcoming smile on it. Her grip on her wand instantly loosened, she knew this man, and she knew he was no Death Eater, it was Harry Potter.
Loved it, hated it, thought it was alright? Tell my, if you think it's worth the time Thanks xxx Infinate.