Natasha was nervous. She was transferring schools from Salem Academy to
Hogwarts. When she first heard the name Hogwarts, she thought it was the
name of a kind of food. She didn't think that would be the name of the
school she would be transferring to!
Why is she transferring you ask? Well, Natasha's dad left them with bills, putting them in poverty when she was only 5. She went to Salem because they offered no charge, if she would be a straight A student, which she was. Her mom, died the summer before of lung cancer.
You all are probably thinking she could probably just heal herself, because yes, Natasha's family is all-magic. But, her mom didn't even know she had cancer until she started suffering from it. She went to a magic hospital in England, but she died on the transport there. So, Natasha had to move to England, from her sunny home in Hawaii, America. In England, were her mom's best friends, the Potter family.
Natasha started to have tears in her eyes from thinking of her mother, but wiped them away, when she saw from the sparkling clean window of the knight bus, that she was approaching where she would live for the last week of summer, and possibly for next year's summer vacation too.
It was a beautiful, big, Victorian-style mansion. She paid the driver, thanked him, headed down the steps, walked up to the huge wooden doors, and rung the doorbell.
Almost immediately, the doors swung open, and revealed an aging woman, with a kind face. She was wearing a maid's outfit, and held a duster in one hand. With the other hand, she motioned her in, and said, "You must be Natasha. I'm Cassandra, the maid. You can call me Ms. Portan. Mr. and Mrs. Potter have been expecting you. They're waiting in the parlor," Ms. Portan said.
Natasha must have look confused, because Ms. Portan said, "The parlor is the big room decorated in pastels, that is straight ahead to your left,"
Natasha smiled gratefully at Ms. Portan, and headed to the parlor, where two adults, both in their middle 40's, sat.
The woman stood up first, "Hi, I'm Susan Potter, but you can call me Auntie, or Auntie Susan," she stated to her happily.
The man stood up and he said, "I'm Thomas Potter, you can call me Uncle Thomas, or Uncle,"
"Natasha, school starts in a couple of days, so we'll be going to Diagon Alley sometime tomorrow or this week. Today, my husband and I have and important Ministry of Magic meeting, but before we go, you can meet my son, who's around your age. In 6th year I believe? He turned 16 a couple months ago. I believe your birthday is in two days?" Mrs. Potter said.
Natasha nodded.
"JAMES!" Mr. Potter yelled, "WE HAVE SOMEONE WE WANT YOU TO MEET!"
Than, a tall figure came walking down the stairs. He was about 6'1'', and he was well, handsome. He had messy hair, and black glasses, that framed his chocolate eyes. He had a fair tan, and a good amount of muscles. He grinned, and said, "Is it a business person? I'm sick of them?"
Mr. Potter gazed sternly at him, but soon couldn't help but break out into a wide smile. "No James, this is Natasha, I don't think you're related to her, but I told you about her. She is your age, and in 6th year, she'll be in Hogwarts with you. Your mom and I have a meeting to go to, so can you show Natasha to her room, and around the house, and maybe even introduce to your friends?"
At that, Mr. and Mrs. Potter hurried out the great oak doors, quickly kissing James on the cheek, and saying to Natasha that they would spend quality time to talk about what happened later.
"So, Natasha, what do you like to do?" James asked her, plopping onto the couch, pulling Natasha down with him.
"Don't call me Natasha. Call me Tasha, please. And I love to play quidditch,"
James was happily surprised. "Quidditch? I love quidditch. What kind of broom do you have?"
"Just a Blazing Flame," Tasha said modestly.
"Neat, me too," James happily said to her.
Tasha then said, "So, what do you do around here?"
"Wanna go swimming?" James asked her, but he was interrupted by a loud thump.
Tasha turned around, only to see two handsome boys, coming out of the fireplace. They dusted themselves off, and walked over to James, who high- fived them both. He turned to Tasha, and introduced them. "Tasha, this is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin,"
Tasha cast a critical eye on them, and realized they were more than handsome, they were hot! Remus had light brown, medium-length hair, with a fair tan, less muscles than James, and eyes that were hazel, with specks of blue and green in it. He was also 5' 11''. Sirius was tanner, like Tasha, had a six-pack, and good muscles. His eyes were an intense brown, and his long black hair, was irresistible. He also started growing a goatee that was to die for, and was 6'0''.
"Guys, this is Tasha. Remember I told you a girl would be staying with us, and she was in the same year as us? This is her," James explained.
Remus waved, and Sirius whistled low, "James, you never mentioned she was this hot!"
"I never knew," James replied, making Tasha blush.
She then started to be interested in the beautiful paintings hung on the wall, trying to not be the topic of their conversation.
Meanwhile, Sirius was inspecting her. She saw that she had black-brown hair that looked reddish in the direct light. She had a few curves, and she had abs that he supposed were from quidditch. He noticed her eyes, were a bit, unusual. They were a gray-black color that was rimmed with black. The thing he saw most strange, was that she hardly wore any make-up, unlike the girls that he knew. She only wore lip-gloss, or lip-stick, and black eye- liner.
Also, he noticed that she had about 6 piercing. 2 on each ear, a piercing at the very top of her ear, and a belly-button piercing. He saw a tattoo that said in calligraphy, Tasha, on her lower back. But, the thing that caught his eye about her, was a couple of scars she had near her tattoo, and around her ankle area. But he couldn't get a closer look, because Tasha must've seen him looking at her, because she nervously pulled her shirt down to cover the scar. He was confused, but soon forgot about it, hearing James' voice.
James had asked Remus and Sirius if they wanted to join them in the pool. They agreed, and went up in James' room to change, after he showed Tasha her room.
in James' room:
"So, what's up with Tasha, James?" Sirius asked him.
James looked confused, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I saw her ankles and her lower back. There were a couple of mean- looking scars," Sirius said in a low voice.
James shrugged, "I dunno,"
Remus shrugged too, "She probably just fell on something,"
Sirius nodded, "Yeah. Probably,"
Meanwhile, Natasha was amazed at how beautiful her room was. Her walls were the perfect tone of black-gray, while her black satin sheets were to die for. Her wooden drawers, painted a hot pink, and her closet, which was the size of her bed, was adorable. There was also a trunk she would take to Hogwarts, that was black, and in pink calligraphy said, Natasha.
After she was busy surveying the room, she changed into one of three bathing suits she brought. It was a black leather, halter string bikini. She wore simple Quiksilver slippers with it, and board shorts that reached a little below her knee, and were decorated with various designs.
Then, she went to go see if James and his friends were done, so she headed to where his room was.
She knocked on James' room door, and when no one answered, she looked inside. To her surprise, she saw Sirius in just his boxers. "If you wanted a strip show, you should at least ask," Sirius grinned at Tasha.
Tasha rolled her eyes, "I was looking for James, where is he?"
"He's downstairs. Are you sure you don't want some of this?" Sirius pointed to his body.
"I'm sure," Tasha snorted, as she headed downstairs.
Sirius laughed to himself as he heard her head down the stairs, "I love doing that,"
a/n: there! I revised it.. is she less.. cliché?
Why is she transferring you ask? Well, Natasha's dad left them with bills, putting them in poverty when she was only 5. She went to Salem because they offered no charge, if she would be a straight A student, which she was. Her mom, died the summer before of lung cancer.
You all are probably thinking she could probably just heal herself, because yes, Natasha's family is all-magic. But, her mom didn't even know she had cancer until she started suffering from it. She went to a magic hospital in England, but she died on the transport there. So, Natasha had to move to England, from her sunny home in Hawaii, America. In England, were her mom's best friends, the Potter family.
Natasha started to have tears in her eyes from thinking of her mother, but wiped them away, when she saw from the sparkling clean window of the knight bus, that she was approaching where she would live for the last week of summer, and possibly for next year's summer vacation too.
It was a beautiful, big, Victorian-style mansion. She paid the driver, thanked him, headed down the steps, walked up to the huge wooden doors, and rung the doorbell.
Almost immediately, the doors swung open, and revealed an aging woman, with a kind face. She was wearing a maid's outfit, and held a duster in one hand. With the other hand, she motioned her in, and said, "You must be Natasha. I'm Cassandra, the maid. You can call me Ms. Portan. Mr. and Mrs. Potter have been expecting you. They're waiting in the parlor," Ms. Portan said.
Natasha must have look confused, because Ms. Portan said, "The parlor is the big room decorated in pastels, that is straight ahead to your left,"
Natasha smiled gratefully at Ms. Portan, and headed to the parlor, where two adults, both in their middle 40's, sat.
The woman stood up first, "Hi, I'm Susan Potter, but you can call me Auntie, or Auntie Susan," she stated to her happily.
The man stood up and he said, "I'm Thomas Potter, you can call me Uncle Thomas, or Uncle,"
"Natasha, school starts in a couple of days, so we'll be going to Diagon Alley sometime tomorrow or this week. Today, my husband and I have and important Ministry of Magic meeting, but before we go, you can meet my son, who's around your age. In 6th year I believe? He turned 16 a couple months ago. I believe your birthday is in two days?" Mrs. Potter said.
Natasha nodded.
"JAMES!" Mr. Potter yelled, "WE HAVE SOMEONE WE WANT YOU TO MEET!"
Than, a tall figure came walking down the stairs. He was about 6'1'', and he was well, handsome. He had messy hair, and black glasses, that framed his chocolate eyes. He had a fair tan, and a good amount of muscles. He grinned, and said, "Is it a business person? I'm sick of them?"
Mr. Potter gazed sternly at him, but soon couldn't help but break out into a wide smile. "No James, this is Natasha, I don't think you're related to her, but I told you about her. She is your age, and in 6th year, she'll be in Hogwarts with you. Your mom and I have a meeting to go to, so can you show Natasha to her room, and around the house, and maybe even introduce to your friends?"
At that, Mr. and Mrs. Potter hurried out the great oak doors, quickly kissing James on the cheek, and saying to Natasha that they would spend quality time to talk about what happened later.
"So, Natasha, what do you like to do?" James asked her, plopping onto the couch, pulling Natasha down with him.
"Don't call me Natasha. Call me Tasha, please. And I love to play quidditch,"
James was happily surprised. "Quidditch? I love quidditch. What kind of broom do you have?"
"Just a Blazing Flame," Tasha said modestly.
"Neat, me too," James happily said to her.
Tasha then said, "So, what do you do around here?"
"Wanna go swimming?" James asked her, but he was interrupted by a loud thump.
Tasha turned around, only to see two handsome boys, coming out of the fireplace. They dusted themselves off, and walked over to James, who high- fived them both. He turned to Tasha, and introduced them. "Tasha, this is Sirius Black and Remus Lupin,"
Tasha cast a critical eye on them, and realized they were more than handsome, they were hot! Remus had light brown, medium-length hair, with a fair tan, less muscles than James, and eyes that were hazel, with specks of blue and green in it. He was also 5' 11''. Sirius was tanner, like Tasha, had a six-pack, and good muscles. His eyes were an intense brown, and his long black hair, was irresistible. He also started growing a goatee that was to die for, and was 6'0''.
"Guys, this is Tasha. Remember I told you a girl would be staying with us, and she was in the same year as us? This is her," James explained.
Remus waved, and Sirius whistled low, "James, you never mentioned she was this hot!"
"I never knew," James replied, making Tasha blush.
She then started to be interested in the beautiful paintings hung on the wall, trying to not be the topic of their conversation.
Meanwhile, Sirius was inspecting her. She saw that she had black-brown hair that looked reddish in the direct light. She had a few curves, and she had abs that he supposed were from quidditch. He noticed her eyes, were a bit, unusual. They were a gray-black color that was rimmed with black. The thing he saw most strange, was that she hardly wore any make-up, unlike the girls that he knew. She only wore lip-gloss, or lip-stick, and black eye- liner.
Also, he noticed that she had about 6 piercing. 2 on each ear, a piercing at the very top of her ear, and a belly-button piercing. He saw a tattoo that said in calligraphy, Tasha, on her lower back. But, the thing that caught his eye about her, was a couple of scars she had near her tattoo, and around her ankle area. But he couldn't get a closer look, because Tasha must've seen him looking at her, because she nervously pulled her shirt down to cover the scar. He was confused, but soon forgot about it, hearing James' voice.
James had asked Remus and Sirius if they wanted to join them in the pool. They agreed, and went up in James' room to change, after he showed Tasha her room.
in James' room:
"So, what's up with Tasha, James?" Sirius asked him.
James looked confused, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I saw her ankles and her lower back. There were a couple of mean- looking scars," Sirius said in a low voice.
James shrugged, "I dunno,"
Remus shrugged too, "She probably just fell on something,"
Sirius nodded, "Yeah. Probably,"
Meanwhile, Natasha was amazed at how beautiful her room was. Her walls were the perfect tone of black-gray, while her black satin sheets were to die for. Her wooden drawers, painted a hot pink, and her closet, which was the size of her bed, was adorable. There was also a trunk she would take to Hogwarts, that was black, and in pink calligraphy said, Natasha.
After she was busy surveying the room, she changed into one of three bathing suits she brought. It was a black leather, halter string bikini. She wore simple Quiksilver slippers with it, and board shorts that reached a little below her knee, and were decorated with various designs.
Then, she went to go see if James and his friends were done, so she headed to where his room was.
She knocked on James' room door, and when no one answered, she looked inside. To her surprise, she saw Sirius in just his boxers. "If you wanted a strip show, you should at least ask," Sirius grinned at Tasha.
Tasha rolled her eyes, "I was looking for James, where is he?"
"He's downstairs. Are you sure you don't want some of this?" Sirius pointed to his body.
"I'm sure," Tasha snorted, as she headed downstairs.
Sirius laughed to himself as he heard her head down the stairs, "I love doing that,"
a/n: there! I revised it.. is she less.. cliché?
