"Hello," She breathed and stared right back. She had to smile inward at his appearance. Unruly black hair, amazing emerald eyes, a large black t-shirt that reached mid-thigh, and black pants that molded against muscular legs.

Ron cleared his throat and the two awe-struck teenagers looked at him.

"Yes?" She asked flipping her long hair over her shoulder.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves," Ron said sitting down beside Hermione leaving the seat by the other girl open for Harry.

"I'm Hermione Granger," She said smiling and held out her hand for the other girl to shake, when she did her grip was frim but warm and secure.

"Ron Weasley," He said shaking her hand.

Her aquamarine eyes turned to Harry, "And who are you?"

"Harry... Harry Potter," He said shaking her hand, "Who are you?"

Her full unpainted lips curved upward in a smile, "I'm Tatiana Lawerance. Its nice to meet you all."

"Its nice to meet you too. What year are you in?" Ron asked sitting back and proping his feet on the edge of Harry's seat.

Tatiana pulled her feet under her, "Sixth. Are you in mourning?"

The question was directed at Harry so he answered, "Yes. Do you have a problem with it?"

Tatiana couldn't help but laugh at the question, choosing to ignore the glares and protective waves raidiating from his friends, "No. Why are you in mourning?"

"Its none of your bloodly business," Ron said loudly coming to Harry's defense.

Hermoine chimed in, "Thats right. Why do you want to know?"

Harry remained silent. Not wanting to remember Sirius's death, the fact Voldemort was back and that, even indirectly, he killed Sirius.

Tatiana held up her hand palm up and looked at him, "I'm sorry. I was prying intno something personal. Once again I apologize. Hurting you by asking that question was never my intention."

Harry swallowed back the clog of tears that was stuck in his throat. No one had ever immediatly treated him like a normal wizard upon meeting him. Normally people were jumping up and down for joy.

He wanted to thank her for it, but the question had brought memories to mind best forgotten and sometimes he wished all of it would end.

The grief that washed over Tatiana made her want to leave the compartment. The sadness and lovelessness of the boy sitting next to her mad her heart reach out to him. Wanting to show him that just because his life had been bleak didn't mean that it wouldn't get better. But what hit her in the gut was the scared little boy trapped inside that was afraid to get close to anyone in fear that the would end up hurt, or worse dead.

She fought hard to catch her breath, "Excuse me. I'll be back shortly."

She stood and was scrambling to the door when it flung open. A blonde boy and two of his henchmen stood in it. His gray eyes shone with recognition.

"Tatiana Sn..." The blonde said smiling slyly.

With a flick of her wrist the trio when flying against the train wall and without a thought as to if she hurt them , not that anyone in the compartment cared, she ran and was gasping for air as if she were having an asthma attack.

"That was strange," Ron said after a few minutes, "Are they alive? Not that I care."

"Who cares. I thought that girl was nice but it was rude of her to bud into your personal life, Harry," Hermione said softly.

"Let it be. She didn't mean to pry. I'm going to believe her but my question is where did she get all of that power?" Harry asked looking at his friends.
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Tatiana stalked to the bath room. It couldn't be happening. She had trained herself not to open herself to other people's emotions. But had to his, to Harry's. The grief and the feeling of not being able to care about him, made her sick to her stomach.

He was the person that had defeated Voldemort. The one she was destined to either kill or fall in love with.