Title: Past, Present, Future
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.
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 one is a lot longer, I
hope you like it. If you have any queries,
helpful tips, ideas, whatever......or
"Constructive criticism" leave a review.
Thank You
Nadia gave Harry a gleaming smile and walked towards him, giving him a friendly hug, and charming her toast and butter knife towards her at the same time, so she could butter her toast.
"Morning, Harry, want some toast?' she asked, letting go of her acquaintance and drawing up a chair next to her.
"I'd love some Nad, Thanks," Harry replied as she handed him a plate full. Just as he put the plate onto the table and scanned for the marmite, a descending owl landed on the black marble dining table, stretching its left leg out to Harry. It was delivering Harry's favourite newspaper, "The Phoenix". He, like Nadia placed a Knut into the tawny owls pouch and opened the newspaper to the first page. Nadia knew that when Harry started reading a newspaper no one ever got a conversation out of him until he'd finished. So Nadia went back to her most frequent hobby, thinking to herself.
Her newest topic of thought was how perfect her boyfriend was and how loving and adorable he was too. It was true Jamie was absolutely gorgeous in Nadia's eyes. The way he smiled, showing his straight, pearly teeth that even Mrs. And Mr. Granger wouldn't have any complaints about His hair was in between Ron's and Harry's, being a ferocious brown, that on good days could be tamed as easily as Ron's but on others, was as unruly and messy as Harry's. He was taller than Nadia, but not so tall that it made them look awkward when walking together. His build was slender but slightly athletic and had natural tan that most pale skinned men and women would probably kill for. But none of those things really, for Nadia made him the most attractive guy in the world, it was his eyes and personality. The first time they had met she had completely forgot herself in those whirl pools of green and blue, which was very unusual thing for her to do. Yes, she always had a soft spot for a guy's eyes, but she had never forgotten her name when asked because of them. That was very embarrassing but thankfully he just said he was complimented by it and slightly blushed too, making Nadia feel less left out. If she was going to be honest, yes the first thing she fell in love with, were Jamie's eyes. But the second thing was his fantastic personality and how it was so unpredictable, in a good way. It was amazing how they were alike in so many ways; laid back, there sense of humour, the way of expressing emotions, there likes and dislike. But there were so many differences like the way they felt about their families, their pasts and which worlds they were brought up in, were a few instances. Perhaps that was why they got on so well, having things to relate to but also learnt new things about each other.
Above all she loved the way he kept on surprising her, one day he'd show intellect, the next his spontaneous ness and then his tenderness. For example, just yesterday, Jamie had taken her to "Butterfly Park", she remembered it perfectly. It was a bright, sunny day, the sky had not a single cloud and the background noise of children laughing and splashes from the lake was soothing, couples were strolling under the trees and groups of teenagers lay on the fresh grass talking and relaxing. It was perfect place and day for a picnic by the lake. She imagined it must have been similar to where and when Seurat painted "Bathing at Asneires and La Grande Jatte. (The artist who painted using small dots to create a picture). He had specifically taken her there, to show her the place where he grew up, where his parents had used to take him before they had passed away. The stories he told her, such heart breaking stories, about life before he had lost his parents, how he had to grow up too quickly to look after himself. She had actually spent most of that perfect day comforting Jamie as he silently cried. But she didn't mind, all that mattered was that they were together in the most precious place ever and that she was giving the chance to help the guy she loved to get over his past. However, as the sun was setting, she wiped his last tear away, and the perfect day ended with a perfect kiss. (He had admitted later on as they walked home that she was the first person he had ever really talked about his past to. Nadia had felt, not for the first time, so important to Jamie, and just gave him a massive hug).
As her thoughts ended to that kiss she instantly started to smile, and slightly blushed as she saw Harry staring at her. The memory of the passionate kiss suddenly disappeared as she tried to recompose herself in a normal manner. She glanced at Harry once more to see a very cocky looking guy with an eyebrow raised, creasing his famous scar.
"What you so happy about Miss Tang, it's a Monday morning and we have a whole week of paper work on how we, slightly mucked up the raid at the Elladoras' abode." Asked Harry, trying his best to sound posh and authoritive.
"Slightly? Harry, darling I wouldn't have called it slightly, I would have called it a complete cock up. I mean they still haven't figured out what curse they did to Cynthia Tonks, we only found one dark unlawful object that she claimed she thought was a steak knife, we uncovered a probable Death Eater meeting with out meaning to and I still can't remember was spell I did to Belletrix so I can't finish the report" replied Nadia, trying to copy Harry's accent, pouring herself another glass of mango juice.
"I'm sure you can Nad, you see I'm sure I remember hearing you incant a dark, prohibited spell..." he said, trying to get the truth out of her. He was right; she did put a slightly... illegal curse on Mrs. Lestrange, which she wasn't very willing to put in her Aurors report. The ministry would definitely have suspended her for at least three months for that and she didn't want that. The truth be told, she loved being an Auror and working with Ron and Harry, she wouldn't quit her job for a billion galleons.
"Your not going to write that in your report, are you?" she asked, was a hint of, come on I'm your best friend you wouldn't, in her voice.
"You know I wouldn't Nad, you've covered up for me about a million times." He replied, with a slight grin at the memories. She also smiled, why wouldn't she have covered up for him? Malfoy junior's face was priceless when Harry and Ron, not to mention herself, had all done different spells, which were quite childish, and would have ruined their "the best Aurors reputation". By the end of that fight he looked like green melted cheese with grey eyes, a cherry tomato for a nose, and spaghetti for hair, oh and he was throwing up slugs, snails, frogs, and lovely pink butterflies. They both began to snigger, as a second man walked through the dining room door, yawning.
He was at least six foot, definitely being taller than Harry, however since Hogwarts had grown sideways as well as vertically, meaning that he had lost his ganglyness and was quite tanned, after frequently visiting his brother in Egypt, which gave him a very healthy and toned look about him. He had sparkling turquoise eyes, a longish nose and had a number of freckles that were dotted all around his face. He also had the Weasley trade mark hair, which was as ginger as ever, except now he had discovered the muggle invention of gel, thanks to his father. But unfortunately that morning he must have been so hungry he had hurried down for breakfast, without doing his hair. Nevertheless, it just looked like he had the stylish, just out of bed look. Well, that's how Nadia's logic was clarifying the slightly different appearance of his hair. As he drew up his own chair, Nadia stopped her giggling, about the look of his hair and the memories, and welcomed him with a simple "Morning Ron" and another glowing smile.
"Morning" he replied through a yawn and a stretch, "what you two so happy about, it's a Monday and we got a load of paperwork..."
"I've already gone through the funniness of today and the rest of this week." Interrupted Harry happily, almost as though he was on drugs, "we were just remembering the good old times, in which we need a little rule bending with mainly the Malfoys." Ron's face automatically brightened mid-way through eating a sausage and began to laugh, starting Nadia and Harry off again.
The trio had a pretty good day, considering all the writing they had to do, but the memories of the good times kept there spirits high enough to report the reasons why the raid actually happened and who was involved. By the time they had all finished writing and making sure all their reports matched up, especially the spell that Nadia had "actually" done, it was six o'clock and time for the group to go home and relax.
"I need to visit a friend tonight guys." Explained Nadia as Harry and Ron queried each other about what to do that evening. Harry's face immediately faced Nadia's and he piercing emerald green eyes bore holes into hers, almost questioning Nadia's statement. "She's ill so I said I'd give her some company" Nadia continued, lying easily without blushing or stuttering, staring directly at Harry, trying not to blink or show discomfort.
"Okay, we'll see you back at the house before eight though, won't we?" asked Ron in a fatherly tone, trying to lighten the tension that was rising from such a simple sentence. Now two pairs of eyes were looking at her inquisitively, Ron's almost pleading for an answer that Harry would be happy with.
"Yes, look I'll be back before eight and I'll apparate just for safety" she said exasperated. She hugged both her friends before apparating to back alley of "The Flamingo Cocktail Bar".
"Perfect" she whispered, walking through the dark alley, stepping over garbage that had been ripped open by hungry stray cats, making her way towards the front entrance to the bar to meet her prince charming. He was standing behind the bar, serving someone, by the look of it, a gin and tonic. As he placed a lime wedge on to the glass, he must have noticed a black haired girl, wearing black baggy jeans and a white strapy top with a summer tan; she was wearing the smallest amount of eyeliner and brown eye shadow, she unusually had a few freckles around her nose and on her cheeks, but he thought this made her look even more beautiful. Her dark brown eyes showed that she was oriental and as she walked towards the bar he gave her a heart warming smile.
"What can I get you?" Jamie asked; play acting, as though he didn't recognise her.
"A simple Screwdriver please." Replied Nadia, smiling and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
She spent more than two hours at the "Flamingo Cocktail Bar" talking to Jamie and drinking his perfectly made cocktails before she had to leave. She kissed Jamie simply on the lips and said, "I've got to go, Harry and Ron will start getting worried." He nodded sadly, showing that he understood and simply replied, "I'll phone you." As she left she heard him ask someone, "Can I see your ID please?"
Nadia retraced her route to the back alley, and apparated outside of Grimmauld Place, looking around to make sure no random people had seen him. The houses around number twelve still had dirty walls and grimy, broken windows, and she was sure that her neighbours probably wouldn't have remembered seeing her since they were all usually drunk twenty four seven. She walked up the worn stone steps, tapped the black, shabby door with her wand and entered. Nadia saw Harry's and Ron's silhouette through the sitting room door. She was late, only twenty minutes, but knowing her two older brothers they would be over dramatic. So, she had made up a cunning plan, she'd walk to the kitchen silently and conjure up some food, take it to Harry and Ron, saying she had cooked it as a surprise, and that she had actually been back at the house way before eight.
She started to carry out her scheme; she walked slowly, like a cat through the hall way, where a scarlet red rug lay. But whilst she moved towards the kitchen she heard squeaks echo through the manor. She looked down and clenched her teeth, the rug had ended and polished black marble fell in its place.
"Fuck," she swore quietly, while looking at the silhouette heads, which had turned to her general direction. Her whole body sank as her mind told her to face her fate, forcing her body to move to the sitting room. As she sauntered through the door, the first thing she noticed was Hermione's head in the fireplace.
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.
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 one is a lot longer, I
hope you like it. If you have any queries,
helpful tips, ideas, whatever......or
"Constructive criticism" leave a review.
Thank You
Nadia gave Harry a gleaming smile and walked towards him, giving him a friendly hug, and charming her toast and butter knife towards her at the same time, so she could butter her toast.
"Morning, Harry, want some toast?' she asked, letting go of her acquaintance and drawing up a chair next to her.
"I'd love some Nad, Thanks," Harry replied as she handed him a plate full. Just as he put the plate onto the table and scanned for the marmite, a descending owl landed on the black marble dining table, stretching its left leg out to Harry. It was delivering Harry's favourite newspaper, "The Phoenix". He, like Nadia placed a Knut into the tawny owls pouch and opened the newspaper to the first page. Nadia knew that when Harry started reading a newspaper no one ever got a conversation out of him until he'd finished. So Nadia went back to her most frequent hobby, thinking to herself.
Her newest topic of thought was how perfect her boyfriend was and how loving and adorable he was too. It was true Jamie was absolutely gorgeous in Nadia's eyes. The way he smiled, showing his straight, pearly teeth that even Mrs. And Mr. Granger wouldn't have any complaints about His hair was in between Ron's and Harry's, being a ferocious brown, that on good days could be tamed as easily as Ron's but on others, was as unruly and messy as Harry's. He was taller than Nadia, but not so tall that it made them look awkward when walking together. His build was slender but slightly athletic and had natural tan that most pale skinned men and women would probably kill for. But none of those things really, for Nadia made him the most attractive guy in the world, it was his eyes and personality. The first time they had met she had completely forgot herself in those whirl pools of green and blue, which was very unusual thing for her to do. Yes, she always had a soft spot for a guy's eyes, but she had never forgotten her name when asked because of them. That was very embarrassing but thankfully he just said he was complimented by it and slightly blushed too, making Nadia feel less left out. If she was going to be honest, yes the first thing she fell in love with, were Jamie's eyes. But the second thing was his fantastic personality and how it was so unpredictable, in a good way. It was amazing how they were alike in so many ways; laid back, there sense of humour, the way of expressing emotions, there likes and dislike. But there were so many differences like the way they felt about their families, their pasts and which worlds they were brought up in, were a few instances. Perhaps that was why they got on so well, having things to relate to but also learnt new things about each other.
Above all she loved the way he kept on surprising her, one day he'd show intellect, the next his spontaneous ness and then his tenderness. For example, just yesterday, Jamie had taken her to "Butterfly Park", she remembered it perfectly. It was a bright, sunny day, the sky had not a single cloud and the background noise of children laughing and splashes from the lake was soothing, couples were strolling under the trees and groups of teenagers lay on the fresh grass talking and relaxing. It was perfect place and day for a picnic by the lake. She imagined it must have been similar to where and when Seurat painted "Bathing at Asneires and La Grande Jatte. (The artist who painted using small dots to create a picture). He had specifically taken her there, to show her the place where he grew up, where his parents had used to take him before they had passed away. The stories he told her, such heart breaking stories, about life before he had lost his parents, how he had to grow up too quickly to look after himself. She had actually spent most of that perfect day comforting Jamie as he silently cried. But she didn't mind, all that mattered was that they were together in the most precious place ever and that she was giving the chance to help the guy she loved to get over his past. However, as the sun was setting, she wiped his last tear away, and the perfect day ended with a perfect kiss. (He had admitted later on as they walked home that she was the first person he had ever really talked about his past to. Nadia had felt, not for the first time, so important to Jamie, and just gave him a massive hug).
As her thoughts ended to that kiss she instantly started to smile, and slightly blushed as she saw Harry staring at her. The memory of the passionate kiss suddenly disappeared as she tried to recompose herself in a normal manner. She glanced at Harry once more to see a very cocky looking guy with an eyebrow raised, creasing his famous scar.
"What you so happy about Miss Tang, it's a Monday morning and we have a whole week of paper work on how we, slightly mucked up the raid at the Elladoras' abode." Asked Harry, trying his best to sound posh and authoritive.
"Slightly? Harry, darling I wouldn't have called it slightly, I would have called it a complete cock up. I mean they still haven't figured out what curse they did to Cynthia Tonks, we only found one dark unlawful object that she claimed she thought was a steak knife, we uncovered a probable Death Eater meeting with out meaning to and I still can't remember was spell I did to Belletrix so I can't finish the report" replied Nadia, trying to copy Harry's accent, pouring herself another glass of mango juice.
"I'm sure you can Nad, you see I'm sure I remember hearing you incant a dark, prohibited spell..." he said, trying to get the truth out of her. He was right; she did put a slightly... illegal curse on Mrs. Lestrange, which she wasn't very willing to put in her Aurors report. The ministry would definitely have suspended her for at least three months for that and she didn't want that. The truth be told, she loved being an Auror and working with Ron and Harry, she wouldn't quit her job for a billion galleons.
"Your not going to write that in your report, are you?" she asked, was a hint of, come on I'm your best friend you wouldn't, in her voice.
"You know I wouldn't Nad, you've covered up for me about a million times." He replied, with a slight grin at the memories. She also smiled, why wouldn't she have covered up for him? Malfoy junior's face was priceless when Harry and Ron, not to mention herself, had all done different spells, which were quite childish, and would have ruined their "the best Aurors reputation". By the end of that fight he looked like green melted cheese with grey eyes, a cherry tomato for a nose, and spaghetti for hair, oh and he was throwing up slugs, snails, frogs, and lovely pink butterflies. They both began to snigger, as a second man walked through the dining room door, yawning.
He was at least six foot, definitely being taller than Harry, however since Hogwarts had grown sideways as well as vertically, meaning that he had lost his ganglyness and was quite tanned, after frequently visiting his brother in Egypt, which gave him a very healthy and toned look about him. He had sparkling turquoise eyes, a longish nose and had a number of freckles that were dotted all around his face. He also had the Weasley trade mark hair, which was as ginger as ever, except now he had discovered the muggle invention of gel, thanks to his father. But unfortunately that morning he must have been so hungry he had hurried down for breakfast, without doing his hair. Nevertheless, it just looked like he had the stylish, just out of bed look. Well, that's how Nadia's logic was clarifying the slightly different appearance of his hair. As he drew up his own chair, Nadia stopped her giggling, about the look of his hair and the memories, and welcomed him with a simple "Morning Ron" and another glowing smile.
"Morning" he replied through a yawn and a stretch, "what you two so happy about, it's a Monday and we got a load of paperwork..."
"I've already gone through the funniness of today and the rest of this week." Interrupted Harry happily, almost as though he was on drugs, "we were just remembering the good old times, in which we need a little rule bending with mainly the Malfoys." Ron's face automatically brightened mid-way through eating a sausage and began to laugh, starting Nadia and Harry off again.
The trio had a pretty good day, considering all the writing they had to do, but the memories of the good times kept there spirits high enough to report the reasons why the raid actually happened and who was involved. By the time they had all finished writing and making sure all their reports matched up, especially the spell that Nadia had "actually" done, it was six o'clock and time for the group to go home and relax.
"I need to visit a friend tonight guys." Explained Nadia as Harry and Ron queried each other about what to do that evening. Harry's face immediately faced Nadia's and he piercing emerald green eyes bore holes into hers, almost questioning Nadia's statement. "She's ill so I said I'd give her some company" Nadia continued, lying easily without blushing or stuttering, staring directly at Harry, trying not to blink or show discomfort.
"Okay, we'll see you back at the house before eight though, won't we?" asked Ron in a fatherly tone, trying to lighten the tension that was rising from such a simple sentence. Now two pairs of eyes were looking at her inquisitively, Ron's almost pleading for an answer that Harry would be happy with.
"Yes, look I'll be back before eight and I'll apparate just for safety" she said exasperated. She hugged both her friends before apparating to back alley of "The Flamingo Cocktail Bar".
"Perfect" she whispered, walking through the dark alley, stepping over garbage that had been ripped open by hungry stray cats, making her way towards the front entrance to the bar to meet her prince charming. He was standing behind the bar, serving someone, by the look of it, a gin and tonic. As he placed a lime wedge on to the glass, he must have noticed a black haired girl, wearing black baggy jeans and a white strapy top with a summer tan; she was wearing the smallest amount of eyeliner and brown eye shadow, she unusually had a few freckles around her nose and on her cheeks, but he thought this made her look even more beautiful. Her dark brown eyes showed that she was oriental and as she walked towards the bar he gave her a heart warming smile.
"What can I get you?" Jamie asked; play acting, as though he didn't recognise her.
"A simple Screwdriver please." Replied Nadia, smiling and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
She spent more than two hours at the "Flamingo Cocktail Bar" talking to Jamie and drinking his perfectly made cocktails before she had to leave. She kissed Jamie simply on the lips and said, "I've got to go, Harry and Ron will start getting worried." He nodded sadly, showing that he understood and simply replied, "I'll phone you." As she left she heard him ask someone, "Can I see your ID please?"
Nadia retraced her route to the back alley, and apparated outside of Grimmauld Place, looking around to make sure no random people had seen him. The houses around number twelve still had dirty walls and grimy, broken windows, and she was sure that her neighbours probably wouldn't have remembered seeing her since they were all usually drunk twenty four seven. She walked up the worn stone steps, tapped the black, shabby door with her wand and entered. Nadia saw Harry's and Ron's silhouette through the sitting room door. She was late, only twenty minutes, but knowing her two older brothers they would be over dramatic. So, she had made up a cunning plan, she'd walk to the kitchen silently and conjure up some food, take it to Harry and Ron, saying she had cooked it as a surprise, and that she had actually been back at the house way before eight.
She started to carry out her scheme; she walked slowly, like a cat through the hall way, where a scarlet red rug lay. But whilst she moved towards the kitchen she heard squeaks echo through the manor. She looked down and clenched her teeth, the rug had ended and polished black marble fell in its place.
"Fuck," she swore quietly, while looking at the silhouette heads, which had turned to her general direction. Her whole body sank as her mind told her to face her fate, forcing her body to move to the sitting room. As she sauntered through the door, the first thing she noticed was Hermione's head in the fireplace.