A/N: Another update so soon! I know, i know, but it is summer (in the northern hemisphere anyway) and while i currently have nothing to do, you can probably expect fast updates. Just a note that i forgot to mention last time: the name of my original character in this story is Natalia, which i believe is pronounced nuh-tal-yuh (if i'm wrong please let me know). Anyway, she often goes by just Talia and i just didn't want to confuse anyone with that. Great, lets move on to another chapter of Baa. See you at the bottom. :)


Chapter 1.

Ron Weasley groaned. Summer had only just begun, as the sun blasting through the windows liked to remind him. He should be out playing quidditch, flirting with the muggle girls in the village, causing mayhem with Fred and George! But no. Sadly for the Weasley children, their mother had other plans for the start of summer.

The Burrow had remained uninhabited for almost a year, and the absence of Molly Weasley from the building was evident. Becoming the new headquarters for the Order, Molly was determined to make the house spotless in order to receive members for meetings and her two youngest children had just become her personal house elves. Fred and George had moved out and bought their own apartment over their shop and while everyone else thought it was a great idea to make them more independent and responsible, Ron had a sneaking suspicion that their sole reason for moving out was to escape another summer spent cleaning.

Groaning, he picked up his filthy cloth and continued scrubbing the dirt off of the kitchen windows. He could not wait until he turned seventeen! Then no one, including his mother, would be able to make him do anything and even so he'd have magic as a reliable friend. Stupid Fred and George, he thought using two hands to scrub a particularly grimy patch of glass. We'll see who's funny when I'm able to-

"Hello." A soft voice said, breaking his thoughts. In shock, he jumped, almost falling off the chair he had been standing on to reach the top windows. Regaining his balance, he turned slowly, cloth in dirty hands and looked at the person who had just interrupted him.

The cloth fell from his hands, floating to the floor as his mouth dropped open. Standing in the centre of the room was a beautiful girl, one he had never seen before. She couldn't have been very much older than him, maybe a few years he reckoned.

"I am very sorry; I did not mean to interrupt." She said quietly, smiling up at him.

As he stared at her, Ron felt an odd sense of déjà vu, reaching back to fourth year and another beautiful, part-veela, woman. So he didn't deal with pretty ladies very well. This could be an exception, right?

"Ar-are you here for the meeting?" he asked, mouth opening and closing like a fish. She really was beautiful: deep brown hair wrapped up in a messy bun, pretty auburn eyes that twinkled at him, white skin that seemed flawless. Ron really was in trouble.

She chuckled softly, making his heart beat faster. Forget about Fleur Delacour! Who needed a veela when you had the most beautiful woman in the world with you, laughing at things you said?

"What meeting?" she asked playfully, moving closer until she was standing almost directly beneath him. Ron grinned idiotically; he could see her up close now! But suddenly, warning bells went off in his head. He tried to push them away, which shouldn't be very hard; one could get lost forever by looking into her eyes. But something inside of him was telling him that something was wrong, though he couldn't remember what.

"What's your name?" he asked, still a little uncertainly.

"Talia." She replied, still smiling. "And what might yours be?"

"R-Ron Weasley."

"And is this your house, Ron?"

He wanted to lie, to tell her that no, it wasn't his. That he wouldn't normally be caught dead here, he was just helping out a friend. That he actually lived in a mansion and had so much money that his Gringotts account had to be guarded by a dragon. But something about the way she looked at him, something about her strange eyes made him tell the truth.

"Yes it's mine."

Neither person spoke for another minute as she continued to look into his eyes. Ron, being the exact idiot that he was couldn't help thinking that it was romantic, almost like he was bearing his mind and soul for her to read. But the moment was cut short as the door to the kitchen banged open, his second interruption of the day. Their special connection was lost as his beautiful Talia turned to see who had entered the room. As he saw who indeed it was, Ron was furious.

"Weasley! What in Merlin's name are you doing in here? How on earth did you set off the apparition jinx? I knew you were stupid but I didn't believe you were just that stupid!"

And that was when Severus Snape discovered that there was someone else in the room. Whipping his wand out of his cloak he trained it straight on the woman he didn't recognise. Ron's immediate reaction was once again, shock. Why would anyone want to hurt someone so beautiful?

"Weasley." Snape said, his eyes not leaving the woman, "Get down off that damn chair and make yourself useful. Go fetch Lupin."

"But-" Ron protested but the Potions professor was having none of it.

"NOW, Weasley."

Resignedly, Ron hopped off the chair and moved towards the door. He sent a last look at Talia, who smiled back. Yes, he could not wait until he turned seventeen.


"And who might you be?" Snape asked, wand still pointed at the woman.

She held her hands up, palms facing him in what was internationally recognised as the 'I come in peace' sign. But he didn't trust her. No one breaks into the headquarters of the most famous Voldermort rebellion group for no reason.

"As I told your boy, my name is Talia."

Snape scowled. "He is not my boy." He replied through gritted teeth. She visibly bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. "What are you doing here?"

Talia opened her mouth to speak but was stopped as the door to the room opened yet again. She rolled her eyes. English people needed to learn to be more polite.


When Remus Lupin entered the kitchen of the Burrow, the scene he found was not at all what he had been expecting. Truth be told, he hadn't known what to expect when Ron Weasley had come out to the shed where Remus and his father had been working to get him because Snape wanted him. It was an odd thought in itself, Severus Snape actually wanting his help with anything.

Snape looked about ready to kill and when he saw why he knew it was perfectly understandable. On the threatening end of his wand stood a woman he didn't recognise which could only mean one thing: intruder.

Drawing his wand also, Remus came to stand beside Snape.

"How did this happen?" he asked his fellow member, looking the girl up and down. She was young, a lot younger than them, probably close in age to at least one of Molly's children. Pretty girl too.

"She was in here talking with Ronald. She seemed to have him quite enamoured."

"Surely you cannot blame me for being beautiful." She said, speaking for the first time since Remus had entered. He looked at her curiously.

"Where are you from? That is no British accent."

She smiled magnificently at him, as if happy that he had recognised she was not one of them. "Petersburg." She replied in a thick and husky accent. Snape frowned.

"Russia?"

"Well done genius."

Snape scowled and were it not for the serious situation, Remus may have laughed.

"Enough idiocy." He snarled, stepping closer to her and prodding her in the chest with his wand. To Remus, she didn't look at all threatened, more like she was bored and waiting for something. What that was, bothered him. "We demand to know why you are here."

She looked up at them, as if deciding whether or not it was worth her while to talk. Luckily for them, she decided to do so.

"I am looking for a person, someone I once knew."

Remus and Severus exchanged a quick glance.

"And just who might this friend be?" Snape sneered, not anticipating her chosen answer.

"Albus Dumbledore."


A/N: Thank you for reading and i hope you're liking the story. If you are or especially if you're not, please let me know. I'm here because i'm trying to become a better writer and i know i have a long way to go. You have the power to help me by taking a minute to tell me what you think. Thanks so much to my first ever reviewer, ILikeComps and to those who alerted. It means a lot. :)

Anyways, enough of the boring stuff. Goodbye and hopefully we will see you next time. :)