a/n: okay...so here is chapter four! i hope anyone who actually reads this enjoys it! Props go out to DELANO! i meant to post this on Tuesday, August 2nd (which was her birthday) so that i could give her a proper birthday congratulations to a bunch of random strangers (hehe lol) but alas...she had invited me to spend the night at her house, and i didnt have time to finish it! lol so Delano...here's some virtual birthday cake and chicken patties! lol

Disclaimer: I'm not Jo Rowling (it's Rowling, not ROWLANDS...for some person who wrote a disclaimer with such a name...) dont sue me...

The next morning, Tasha woke up fully refreshed. As soon as she had gotten dressed, she went down to the common room. It was still a little early to go down to breakfast. She sat down in an armchair near the newly lit fire and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag.

Dear Dad,

Hey! Just wondering how you were doing. I'm sure it can't be anywhere near good, knowing where you are. Hopefully this will bring you a few moments of happiness.

Well, might as well get this part over first. Mum and I had another row. This time I went to the Malfoy's. Mum went on another trip, God knows where…

I really miss you, and I think of you often. I can't wait to hear your voice again.

Love you with all my heart,

Tasha

She didn't really know what had compelled her to write a letter to her father, but she was glad she had. It had been four years since she'd last spoken to him, and she missed him.

Soon, she found herself at the owlery door. She walked in, and was surprised at who she saw there. It was Harry Potter. He was tying a letter to the leg of his snowy white owl. He turned to see who had come in, and then turned back to his owl once he saw who it was. Obviously trying to tie it faster and avoid a confrontation.

Tasha walked over to her owl, Aulani, and began to tie the letter.

"Potter," Tasha said sarcastically, "fancy seeing you here." Tasha knew she couldn't not keep her mouth shut. She was a Slytherin.

"Graybelle. I'm a bit surprised to see you up so early on the first day of school."

"Well surprise surprise Potter," she scoffed at him. "Have a great first day!" And with that, she left, knowing that he was even more shocked at her for not saying more, than she was at herself. She was in a good mood, and didn't feel the need to possibly spoil her day about a run-in with Potter.

After she left the owlery, she headed down to breakfast. When she got there, she found Emily already sitting there, halfway through a piece of toast.

"Morning," Emily said groggy-eyed. "Where have you been? When I got up, you were already gone, but when I got here, you weren't anywhere to be seen."

"I had to check something at the library," Tasha said, sitting down and taking a piece of toast.

"Like what? I mean we've only been here a day!" Emily explained.

"Oh, it was nothing, don't worry about it." Tasha didn't want Emily to know that she had written to anyone, especially her father. Emily didn't know about her father, and this morning, she was in too good of a mood to talk about Azkaban.

I'll tell her eventually, Tasha thought to herself. Two other people at Hogwarts knowing is good enough for now.

In fact, the only two people, other than her mother and a few choice people her mother had chosen to tell, who really knew were Draco and Dumbledore. Well naturally Dumbledore knew because it had been a problem of getting her to Hogwarts a few years ago when her mother had left Tasha home alone. Then there was Draco. Tasha really couldn't figure out how Draco had gotten her to tell him. She had sworn to herself that she would tell no one, save Emily. But she hadn't even told Emily yet, and it had been 4 years.

When Draco had found out, Tasha had been so upset. She always knew that it had been her father's duty to Voldemort. She just hated the fact that she had let someone find out about it, even if it was another Death Eater's kid. Her father had been a Death Eater that was in Volemort's closest circle. He was not a bad man (considering the circumstances). He had been taken in by his father just as he turned 18. He had no choice. Yes, he had been 'true to the Dark Lord,' but there wasn't much leeway with Voldemort.

He didn't like to let Tasha know about the things he had done for Voldemort. He wanted to be able to let her pick her own future, and whether she worked for Voldemort or not, he had just wanted to make sure that she was able to choose her own future.

-X-

Tasha had come home one day from the library, just a few days before her first day at Hogwarts. Her mother was gone again. Her father was often busy working at the Ministry, or doing something for the Dark Lord, so it was natural for him to not be home. But this day had been different. She had come home to find a large tawny owl tapping on the kitchen window. She opened the window and it flew in and landed on the table. She took the letter off of its leg and the owl flew off out the open kitchen window. She carefully opened the letter and began to read.

To whom it may be concerned:

Mr. Simon Graybelle has been arrested and sent to Azkaban. He is charged with the assisted murder of 2 muggles, who at the present time shall remain unnamed. As of August 28, he will remain in Azkaban until a proper sentence is administered.

Best Wishes.

Sincerely,

Thomas Rowlands

Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Ministry of Magic

She reread the letter several times. Her dad was in Azkaban. The letter had told her why, but it really didn't explain much.

Soon, she was sobbing. She was in a house all by herself, reading about how her father had been taken to Azkaban. And she didn't even get to say goodbye, or I love you.

-X-

"Tasha?" Emily asked. Tasha had heard it, but it sounded so distant. "Earth to Tasha."

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something."

"Yeah. So who's the lucky guy?"

"No one."

"So this is why you've been hanging out with Draco lately," Emily said, comprehension dawning on her face. She reached across Tasha and grabbed the pitcher of pumpkin juice, pouring some into her glass.

Tasha took awhile to respond. "NO!"

"Sure, sure," Emily said. "Well here comes Snape with our schedules." Professor Snape handed them their schedules and walked further down the table, handing out more. Tasha looked over her schedule.

"Well, we've had worse," Tasha said. They had double Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, and double Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Typical Monday, Tasha thought to herself.

"Do you see who we've got Defense Against the Dark Arts with! Bloody Gryffindors!" Emily yelled.

final a/n: okay...so here's the part where i say "I'm stuck and need help!" in a much more formal tone...lol...i would like to know of any suggestions thatYOU (my loyal readers) would like ME (Kesler...the author) to write...i'm at a loss of what to write...and i know where I want to be at 6th year, but i just need to figure out some stuff to put in, in order to get there...(also...i kinda wanna remain faithful to the book, but small adjustments are welcome too)

Thanks in advance! Please Review!

Kesler