A/n: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic. I hope you guys like it.

Summery:James Potter is an arrogant, lazy but famous Quidditch player skips Radio interview due to his player behavior and Ciara Jordan, the WWN radio host takes the revenge for ruining her first big interview by embarassing him in front of whole Wizardry world and hence starting the War of insult and revenge.

I finally found a beta for this story and I really want to thank MrsBates93 for the help. Thank you, you are really awesome.

So, here it comes...

"Good morning, all you crazy kick ass Wizards. It's Monday, August thirty-first, eight o'clock on the dot. You're listening to the Witching hour, straight from Hogsmeade, Great Britain. I'm Ciara Jordan. Sitting beside me, on this fine morning is my gorgeous co-host Shawn Holmes." I boomed out loud on the microphone wishing the whole Wizarding World a very good morning, when all I really wanted to do was collapse on my bed.

"Really Ciara, gorgeous? I don't think any guy will appreciate this word," Shawn said as if he was hurt by my compliment.

"Oh! Don't feel bad. Ok, my dashing co-host Holmes," I corrected myself laughing and joking with him.

My name is Ciara Jordan.

Daughter of Lee Jordan and Alicia Spinnet.

The love story of my mum and dad is simple. They were best friends who turned into lovers. My mum and dad were in the same group of friends at school; my dad had a big crush on Angelina Johnson who is now a Weasley, who was best friends with my mum. My mum was closer to Fred and George Weasley than my dad, even Oliver Wood was friends with her. After the war, they lost their close friend Fred, Merlin bless his soul, and they got close and eventually married. After few years, BAM, I popped out after a few complications. Actually my mum had a miscarriage before I was born and my dad was frightened so it took a lot of persuasion from mum, and then I came along.

I graduated from Hogwarts last year and have been working my ass off to save some money for my internship. I was training to become a healer and the two fucking years of training required quite a steep fee, which I didn't want my parents to pay. So, here I am depriving myself from some much needed sleep and joking around at this early hour when I just wanted to go to bed.

"Well guys, let's start with some news which I know you are all waiting for and I guess like always we are going to start with my favourite topic – Quidditch matches," I said with more enthusiasm.

Quidditch, by Merlin's grace, was a gift to us wizards and witches from heaven. Unlike my dad who didn't play when he was at Hogwarts, I played for Gryffindor as a chaser from my fifth year onwards and have a very vast knowledge of the game.

I know what you are thinking, why the hell am I not working for the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic? Well, the truth is I wanted to become a healer since my fourth year when my best friend Lily got injured. After receiving some broken ribs and bones in a bad match between Gryffindor and Slytherin she was sent to Madam Pomfrey. I was fascinated by the way she worked on her; ok I don't have a bad word to say about Pomfrey, and I decided then and there that I wanted to save and heal people.

"Well Shawn, I heard the Harpies kicked Chudley Cannons asses by 350-40. No surprise that the star of the game, Mary Jones scored eighty goals, maintaining the legacy of the Jones' family."

"Yeah I saw the match on the TV and let me tell you, that girl plays an awesome game, what with her being totally hot and the no. 3 contender in the top five most sexiest girl of the Wizarding world in my opinion," he said almost drooling imagining her.

Yuck.

"Yeah, that girl certainly has potential and will keep rising. Moving on, Pride of Portree is going to clash with Apple Arrows next week and this game will decide who is going to be at 3rd position of the 215th British-Irish Quidditch cup, which I tell you is already won by the one and only Puddlemere United."

"Your right C. Puddlemere United have won the cup for the second year and the credit has to go to its outstanding team," Holmes said fawningly. I knew he was a big fan of them. Hell I had been supporting them since I was born, what with it being my dad's favourite team.

"Well, when you have got Wood as keeper and Potter as chaser, they just become unstoppable. Damien Wood blocked fifteen goals in the final and only missed six, beating the hell out of Wasps, that boy is going on the same road as his father who I tell you is now the Manager of the team and co-owner," I said, telling the listeners about the Wood family.

"And you can't forget the big hotshot and the best looking awarded player himself, Mr James Potter. Potter has been playing for the team for almost four years now and since then the team has been scoring more in each game. He is like a tornado that breaks through every team's defence and scores without fail. He is the best chaser the team have had since Waddock."

"Well, you are in luck Shawn because tomorrow we are going to share this show with none other than James Potter. So guys keep listening to the show and don't forget to turn on the radio at the same time if you want to know the inside news of James Potter's life and you are all invited to call in and ask questions as he will be answering the first ten callers. Now it's time for some music. But first, here comes the famous song from the muggle singer Taylor Swift who has become a rising star in our world too. This is Enchanted from her album Speak Now." I closed the Quidditch section with the song and worked for four more hours to complete my shift.

I gathered my bag from the studio and yelled to Shelly, the manager's secretary about tomorrow's show before leaving the office.

"Hey, Ciara!" I heard Shawn calling me from behind. I groaned, this was his daily routine. He asked me out every day without fail and I had to turn him down each time. The big problem is that he just didn't get the hint that I wasn't fucking interested in him. I didn't want to scare him off by yelling otherwise I would become the scary psycho in the office.

"I was thinking maybe…" I cut him off before he could ask me out again.

"Sorry, Holmes I don't have much time. I've got to go, see you tomorrow." I waved and left him standing there.

I decided to walk to the Three Broomsticks to meet Lily.

I waved at Rosaria, the new owner of the pub and went to my regular table; as usual my best friend was late.

"Sorry, I'm late. It's all Lorcan's fault," she said panting, shoving her hair back before standing up straight and sliding into the chair beside me.

Lily Potter was my best friend. She was the only daughter of the famous Chosen one, Harry Potter and Harpy Queen, Ginny Potter nee Weasley. We were together from our first year and got to know each other on the train. So I know what you are thinking, I became familiar with her family early on. Well no, I didn't. Her family scared me off by its size and I was never able to meet her whole family until my fourth year. Hell I've never even met her elder brother James officially yet. He was a senior, when I was in the fourth year he was doing his NEWTs and being an idiot at that time didn't give me much attention. Well you could say that I was shy. My dad told me that they were a crazy bunch but when I went to the Weasleys annual family get together at the start of my fifth year, I came to know that they were indeed crazy and I loved them.

Lily was currently dating Lorcan Scamander, who is the best friend of her brother Al, Albus Potter and had recently moved in with him. Let me tell you, it was one of the most hilarious moments of my life when Lorcan asked Harry if his daughter could move in with him. Harry scared the shit out of him but his princess' puppy dog eyes made him agree.

"It's always his fault, when I know you are the one who is always ready for a quickie," I said smirking and she blushed.

"Well, when you have a hot boyfriend you just can't get enough, so what can I say," she said, blushing a deep red, classic Weasley genes.

"Manly parts, seriously? In what century are you living in babes?" I asked smirking at her and she slapped me on the arm. We ordered and when it finally arrived began to eat.

"I heard you are hosting the show tomorrow when my prat of a brother is on," she said, her eyes alight with curiousity.

"Yes, I'm so excited. I thought I wasn't going to get it but I did. So tomorrow I will be interviewing the famous James bloody Potter," I said, finishing my mouthful of food to do a happy dance in my seat.

"Good luck. I knew you would get it, you are good. I just hope my brother comes on time, I haven't seen him for two whole months and mum is worried about him," she said sadly.

"Tell Ginny not to worry about him, and tell your brother to come tomorrow on time. Otherwise I am going to kick his hot ass in front of the whole Wizarding world," I said seriously. I didn't want anyone to destroy my perfect tomorrow and if he did, he would be on the receiving end from me.

"Hot urgh," she said, wrinkling her face and we both laughed. This was our usual lunch spot. We were waiting for the next three months when my late night shift was going to change so I would just be doing the evening shows.

We talked before I apparated home and changed into a pair of comfortable black pants and a t-shirt before pulling on my healer robe and looked in the mirror.

My untameable hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I had dark brown with tints of red which I had inherited from my grandma, not like Lily whose hair was just like her mothers' auburn, with big sea green eyes. I am 5'7'', with my father's genes and fair skin I'm not dark or brown like my parents and I was slightly curvier but I didn't look better for it. Any fashion sense I had was down to Lily and Dom, her cousin who was a famous fashion designer and loved me a like sister. She was the big sis I never had. It was due to my hair colour that I never went to any big Weasley party because every time I was with them, people always thought I was a Weasley and would ask, "Which Weasley are you?" As much as I loved them, I didn't want to be asked that. I wanted them to call me Jordan which they never believed because I was fair.

Assholes.

Charles Bonham was the best healer in St. Mungos. He was the great grandson of Mungo who established the hospital and he was the owner of all the branches. I was lucky enough to be an intern working under him. It took all O's in my NEWTs and one year training from madam Pomfrey in Hogwarts to get me the position. He hadn't trained anyone for thirty-five years and the one he had trained was now the head healer in France. He was strict but the man knew his work. It took a lot to work under him but in the end you would become one of the best.

I was learning about muggle technology. He was trying to teach me all about muggle treatments and I had read so many books about the muggle surgeons and doctors that I was fascinated by their ways. It was just amazing how muggles worked without magic and potions. I had requested for an afternoon shift due to airing the show tomorrow morning and my luck was in as my teacher would be away tomorrow. So I was given the choice to choose any shift and I jumped at the opportunity.

I fell into bed at eleven o'clock that night and prayed to god that everything would go smoothly tomorrow.

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