Fallen

Chapter 2

8 Months Later…

Harry was in his apartment practicing the technique of staff wielding. He was twirling and pivoting with the energy laced wood as he thrust at an invisible adversary. Harry was in the middle of practicing when his cell phone rang. He threw his staff on the table and picked up his phone.

"Hello," he replied.

"Hey baby," a female voice said over the line.

He smiled and said, "What's up Trish?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go over some lyrics I wrote later tonight," she replied.

"No problem but I have to go because I was in the middle of studying," Harry replied as he flipped through the pages of a combat training book.

"Alright, I'll see you later boo," Trishelle said before she ended the call.

"This looks in interesting," Harry muttered as he wandlessly conjured a dummy with combating skills slightly superior to his own and continued to train.

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Harry headed to Trishelle's house to find her mother's car gone. He shrugged it off and rang the doorbell. He waited for Trishelle to answer him and when she did he was curious as to why she had on a black ankle length silk robe.

"What's going on Trish?" Harry asked as he looked at her.

Trish closed and locked the door before undoing the sash around her waist to reveal what she was wearing. She wore a pair of black low rise v-string panties under a black sheer lace mid-thigh night gown that was form fitting and had bell sleeves. She let the robe fall then looked up to see Harry's reaction.

"Oh my God," Harry said as he looked her curvaceous body up and down.

"I'm glad that you like it," Trishelle replied with a seductive smile.

"Are you getting fresh with me?" Harry joked.

"I'm trying," Trishelle answered before hungrily kissing Harry.

As they kissed Harry grabbed her and lifted her off her feet. When he had her he carried her up the stairs and into her room. Harry laid her down on the bed gently then pulled off his shirt, sneakers, and jeans before joining her in the large queen sized bed.

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Trishelle woke up early Saturday morning feeling pleasantly sore. She carefully left the bed, as not to wake Harry, and headed to the bathroom to take a warm bath. After her bath she headed back to her room to get dressed. She quickly pulled on a pair of white hipster panties and a matching sports bra. Once she was relatively clothed in her undergarments she put on her Enchanted Apple scented lotion and rolled on her clear deodorant.

When she bent down to pink of her white ankle socks she felt a pair of firm, slightly calloused hands grabbed her waist. Trishelle quickly picked up her socks and turned around to look at Harry and asked, "When'd you get up?"

"A few seconds ago," Harry replied.

"Why don't you shower while I get dressed? I'll be waiting for you downstairs when you're ready," Trishelle replied as she gave Harry a quick kiss.

Harry nodded and headed to the linen closet to grab a wash cloth and towel before heading into the bathroom. Trishelle quickly slid the socks onto her feet before sliding on her shiny blue JLO sweatpants, pulling on her blue short sleeved t-shirt, and her blue and white air mac's. Once she was covered in clothes she grabbed a pink hair tie and left her room. She quickly and neatly pulled her hair into a high ponytail and headed to the music room. She sat smoothly on the cold black piano seat and ran her fingers over the keys and began to sing lyrics that popped into her head:

I am thinking of you
In my sleepless solitude tonight
If it's wrong to love you
Then my heart just won't let me be right
Cause I'm downed in you
And I won't pull through
Without you by my side

I'd give my all
To have
Just one more night with you
I'd risk my life
To feel your body next to mine
Cause I can't go on
Living in the memory of our song
I'd give my all for your love
Tonight

Baby can you feel me
Imagining I'm looking in your eyes
I can see you clearly
Vividly emblazoned in my mind
And yet you're so far
Like a distant star
I'm wishing on tonight

As Trishelle finished that verse she faded and just played the notes from her head. When she stopped playing a few minutes later her ears were engulfed by firm clapping. She whipped around to see Harry standing there in a white wife beater and a pair of gray sweatpants.

"I didn't hear you come down," Trishelle said nervously.

"That was my intention," Harry replied before sitting in an empty chair across the room. "So what exactly was that song that you so badly wanted me to hear last night?"

Trishelle smiled then began to play a haunting melody before she began to sing a few versus:

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from the dark
Bid my blood to run before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I've become…

"So what do you think?" she asked.

"I think that song will be hot when you've finished plus I think that a little bass wouldn't hurt," Harry answered before standing and stretching.

Trishelle nodded as she took in his advice and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Well I was in the middle of studying when you called and I wasn't exactly planning on spending the night, although I'm not regretting it. I just have a lot of work to do and only a short amount of time to get it done," Harry replied.

"Alright, let me know if you need any help. I'm quite adept in my school subjects," Trishelle offered.

"I'll remember that," Harry said before kissing her.

Trishelle shivered in pleasure as the ball of Harry's tongue ring scraped the roof of her mouth. When they parted Trishelle opened the front door and let Harry out. She watched as he drove off in his newly purchased car, it had been his birthday present to himself. Trishelle sighed in contentment before plopping down on her couch and wandlessly summoned her wand downstairs and began to complete the work her mother left for her.

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August 30th

Trishelle had just slid on her undergarments when her mother knocked on the door. Trishelle yelled for her to come in as she rolled on her deodorant. Her mother walked in and sat at her desk chair and said, "You still haven't told me whether or not you were going to accept you Hogwart's letter."

"I doubt I'll go. I mean Harry can't attend and I don't want to leave him besides I'll never be able to see James, Corey, and Brandon if I leave," Trishelle said as she slid on her blue denim Guess mini skirt.

Lydia, Trishelle's mother, eyes glinted mischievously for a minute then turned serious when she began to speak. "When are you going to tell Harry about you being a witch?"

"I don't now. I don't want him to leave me because I'm different," Trishelle replied.

"He won't," Lydia replied with a knowing smile.

"How do you know?" Trishelle asked as she pulled on her black Guess belt.

"Because he's a wizard Trish," her mother answered.

Trishelle was in the process of buttoning her black Guess shirt and she paused in shock as she processed what her mother said. "How do you know he's a wizard?"

"There's only one Harry Potter that I know of with eyes that particular shade of green who's forehead was adorned with a lightning bolt scar, which he had stopped covering up some time ago," her mother answered.

Trishelle stuck her feet in her black shoes with a look clearly expressing she was deep thought. Her mother cleared her throat and said, "I'll leave and you think over your decisions."

Trishelle quickly snapped on her black earrings that were shaped as gothic crosses before slipping on her black and silver bracelet. Once she was dressed she pulled her hair into a neat high ponytail then sprayed on her Amarige perfume and left her room for work.

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3 pm that same day…

Trishelle had just walked in her house when the doorbell rang. She threw her purse on the sofa and headed to the door. When she opened it she was pleasantly surprised to see Harry standing there. Her smiled slowly disintegrated when she saw the grim look on his face. She moved back so that he could walk through the threshold. She closed and locked the door as Harry sat on the couch.

"So to what do I owe this visit?" Trishelle asked.

"There's no easy way to say this so I'll just tell you. I'm leaving in a few days and if anything goes wrong I won't be coming back," Harry replied.

"What?" Trishelle asked confused.

"Does this have anything to do with you being a wizard?" Trishelle asked.

"How do you know that?" Harry asked surprised.

"My mother told me earlier today. She and I are witches," Trishelle answered.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked.

"Probably the same reason you never told me you were a wizard," Trishelle replied.

"I still have to go Trish. Apparently I'm the only one who can defeat Voldemort," Harry sighed.

"If you're leaving then I'm going too," Trishelle replied after a moment of silence.

"You can't just decide to go Trish. You have to be invited to Hogwarts," Harry said with a soft chuckle at her brazenness.

"I have been invited," Trishelle informed him as she handed him her letter.

Harry read her letter and a large smile appeared on his face as he realized that he didn't have to leave her, which was something he had been dreading the whole summer. He handed her the letter then engulfed her in a large hug and swung her around. Trishelle giggled at Harry's reaction and wrapped her arms around his neck to secure her position on him.

"I'll pick you up on the first so that we can catch the train," Harry said before kissing her quickly and leaving her house for his apartment. He had forgotten to pack, as he was thinking about how to tell Trishelle that he was leaving. As he mentally went over all the things he would be taking with him he silently thanked the creator of the 'never ending bottom' charm that he had put on his trunk.

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September 1

Trishelle woke up early Friday morning and stretched her limbs before heading to the bathroom to take a shower. Forty minutes later Trishelle left the bathroom with her body wrapped in a terry cloth robe and her waist length hair damp and smelling softly like vanilla. Trishelle nonchalantly mumbled a drying charm for her hair as she made her way into her room.

Trishelle smoothed on her Amber Romance scented silkening body lotion then rolled on her clear deodorant then began the process of getting dressed. She made her way to her chaise lounge and picked up the undergarments she had laid out the night before, which consisted of a pair of black lace v-string panties with a matching strapless bra. She slid on her undergarments then grabbed her dress and slid it on. It was a black stretchy strapless dress that clung to her curves and stopped mid-thigh. She smoothed out her dress before draping her brown belt loosely around her waist. Once that was done she picked up her shoe box and opened it to reveal a pair of brown Gucci pumps with a stiletto heel that matched her belt perfectly. She slid her feet into her shoes before heading into the bathroom to do her hair.

She brushed her hair down and lightly curled the ends of her hair so that the ends framed her face. When her hair was lying the way she wanted she muttered a charm, which she had learnt in Glamour Magazine to keep her hair in its current position. Glamour Magazine is one of Trishelle's favorite subscriptions because it supplied a lot of tips for female teenagers on make up and hair. Once her hair was done she began to apply her make up, which wasn't much considering that she didn't really need it. She grabbed her black eye shadow and carefully over her eyelids giving her eyes a smokey look then picked up her golden brown shimmer eye shadow and smoothed it on carefully under her perfectly arched eyebrows on top of the black eye shadow so that it looked as if the lightly shimmering golden brown faded into black. Once she was done she grabbed her black mascara and ran it quickly over her eyelashes then searched under her sink for her lip pencils. After a few minutes of searching she found her dark brown creamy Bobbi brown lip pencil and traced her full curvaceous lips then filled then in with her Sheerly Bronze Revlon Lip Glide. She blotted then waved her hand over her face so that he make up would last for the day without wearing off then grabbed the make up she used and dumped them in her brown leather Gucci purse.

Once she had everything in her purse Trishelle made her way back into her room and minimized her trunk and placed it in her purse before going over to her dresser and lightly spraying on her Amber Romance scented perfume. She then headed over to her bed where her electric keyboard was sitting. She minimized it and transfigured it into a shiny platinum medal pendant that she slid onto a delicate platinum chain and placed it around her neck. As she picked up her large platinum hoop earrings she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly snapped the earrings on then made her way down stairs to greet Harry.

When she got to the door she was pleasantly surprised at what she saw. His long hair, which he usually kept slicked back in a ponytail, was now in small cornrows that were in a neat zig-zag design going straight back with his hair ending slightly above the mid of his back. She looked her up and down with slight lust in his eyes but Trishelle didn't mind because she knew that she looked the same. He looked incredible in a black wife beater that clung snugly to his chest, a pair of slightly baggy black pants with a silver chain hanging on the sides of his pants, a brown suede shirt laid opened over his wife beater and brown suede Timberlands graced his feet.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Trishelle as he grabbed her hand and led her out of her house.

"Yes but I'm going to miss my brothers but it isn't like I'll never see them again," Trishelle said.

"Brothers? You have siblings?" Harry asked.

"Yes, my parents are divorced so my older brother, Brandon, and I got split. He lives with my dad and his wife while I live with my mother. Between my dad and his wife we have two step-brothers, James and Corey. Although James and Corey aren't my brothers by blood I love them just the same. They are actually the reason why I have such a large interest in music. You see Corey plays the drums, Brandon plays the bass guitar, and James raps," Trishelle answered.

"Hmm…I hope to meet them someday," Harry said.

"I hope you do also. It will definitely be something to remember," Trishelle said as they got in his car.

As they drove down the busy streets of London Trishelle couldn't help but think about what it would be like to meet Harry's friends. She also wondered if Harry had an ex that she should be worrying about. As messed up as it seems girls can be some feisty chicks when it comes to who they want and what someone else has.

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