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Everyone thought Storm was an attractive girl; even she did...on occasion. She had beautiful, big, blue eyes with flecks of every color in the rainbow. Her button nose ended at a gorgeous, white smile rimmed by a pair of beautiful crimson lips. Her oval face was framed by bright blue hair, swept across her face like those emo Muggle people. Although she had stolen her hairstyle from those Muggles, it didn’t mean she liked them. She and every other pureblood felt the same way about them, they are the scum of the earth and should be executed. It was a shame too; they made up so much of the earth’s population. But, with one flick of her dainty wrist, she could kill them all. That was what she loved about her magical heritage. She was powerful and merciless. The love child of Lord Voldemort and Lily Potter, she was a bastard of the best kind. Everyone in the Slytherin house wanted to be her...or be with her. She was beautiful, incredibly influential in the wizarding world and she could always put in a good word to her father. With no last name-for whose was she to take-and no place to call home, she was intriguing in every way. Mysterious and fiery, she was an asset to every wizard and witch alive.
Storm started at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry exactly six years ago at the age of 11. Her father had wanted her to go so bad; he even made a special “business” trip to Hogwarts to show how much he needed his daughter to get in. Now, at 17, she had lost all parental contact with her father. He used her as a political pawn and a spy; it was impressive how little he cared for her. She stayed with the Malfoy family during the summers, going to the Death Eater meetings whenever she could...she always missed her father. But she never showed it; Voldemort wanted strong people, not those who let their feelings show. She grimaced at the thought; weak people were never tolerated.

Blaise Zabini was a natural born Slytherin. Just like the rest of his Hogwarts house counterparts, he and his family were very prominent in the wizarding world. All of them Death Eaters, he learned all of his techniques from them. He had a feeling, as he caught the eye of a beautiful sixth year, that he was going to be putting a few of his special talents to work this year. He blushed as the beautiful girl smiled at him, his whole body turning hot as she walked down the narrow aisle of the train. Her curves were delectable; a nice, firm ass complimented by sizeable breasts and a thin waist. She wore her tight jeans and little boy’s shirt well. He admired her fashion sense for a few seconds. Her tight jeans, though ripped and ragged they were, were nicely ended by cuffs and a pair of American black and red Converses. Her blue hair, though a contrast to her outfit, brought out her startling blue eyes. He continued to stare at her behind until she abruptly turned around and caught him in the act. He blushed again and shut his compartment door, sitting on his best friend and sometime lover, Draco Malfoy.