Read my HP fanfic plz?

It takes place after 4th year it doesn't follow the story, Harry meets a girl named Cory who is a famous singer! And a WITCH! Plz tell me what you think???

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Reclined on the sofa was Cory, her long girls swept up in a mop of black curls. She wore a short black robe, and her feet were propped against an arm of the sofa. She glanced over at them, her eyes glinting with annoyance.

"Yes?" she muttered. "What would you like?"

"Er...I won a contest. I just..." She sighed as Harry stumbled over his words and stood.

"I know. You just wanted to come and 'congratulate' me on my work." She shook her head. "This is why I don't like talking to you people." She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "Why don't we just cut the small talk and you two ask what you want?"

The pair goggled as she talked. Her voice was toneless and tired sounding. "Well, we're sorry if we're bothering you," Harry said in as kind a voice as possible. "I didn't know that you didn't like people back here. We really enjoyed your concert." He said hopefully. She just frowned.

"That worthless rot? Listen, I only do that because I've got nothing better to do. I don't plan on remaining a two-bit singer for the rest of my life. I've got other things planned." She spoke hastily, her eyes darkening like storm clouds.

"Er...like what?" Ron asked. "I mean...what do you have planned?"

"To rule the world." She snorted. "Be all that I can be. Get rid of all those who oppose me. Stuff like that." She shrugged, amused greatly at the dark humor. "I mean, I'm not really alone on this, am I? I've never killed anybody. Yet."

Harry stared at her. "Erm...okay. Listen, I think it was a mistake coming back here. You're a really good singer and I liked the concert."

Ron nodded. "Yeah. I think so too." He coughed slightly. "Hope you...well...do something." He turned and walked away back down the dark hall. Harry looked at her, his stomach clenching tightly as he glanced at the expanse of long, creamy legs that peeked from her robe.

He followed Ron out of the curtain. Ron looked shocked, and his face was quite pale. "I never imagined...I mean, I...well..."

"Yeah." Harry said. "She was a bit nasty, wasn't she?"

The guard at the door chuckled softly. "Bite you, did she?" Harry and Ron turned.

"Yeah. Is she always like...that?" Harry asked, shaking his head.

"All the time." The guard sighed. "She actually isn't that bad, really. At times she can be a sweetheart. But...well, she wasn't in a good mood to begin with, and she hates concerts." They looked at each other as the man laughed. "Didn't used to be like this. She used to love talkin' to people. But she's changed quite a bit."

"I noticed." Ron said hoarsely. The guard waved them off as they exited, making their way to the ice cream shop. After a quick treat and recounting the events as they had happened, which caused the twins to begin laughing madly and taunting Ron on his disappointment, they made their way through the remnants of guests who had yet to leave to Starlight Square. Mr. Weasley chose a fireplace not in use and brought out a back of Floo Powder, letting everybody take a small pinch. They returned to The Burrow and everybody said goodnight, stumbling to bed. Harry, though his entire body was tired, actively assessed the day's events in his mind as Ron began to snore softly. It was the best birthday he had ever had, he said to himself. He was proud. He felt like he was home.