Chapter 1 Disowned, Bus-ted and Pea Soup
I don't own Harry Potter. Anything you recognise, such as many of the names, conversations and ideas, are not owned by myself or any of my friends or family. The name Jess belongs to Jessica Lewis, a close friend of Mine. That's right, I own her. The nickname Wendy-Bird is from Peter Pan, as is the lost boys. The lost girl face is something I do often. It is mine. This story is beta'd by no one! (I forgot to get Izzy to do it)
And sorry for not posting this sooner.
Holiday's were split. If your parents are divorced, you will know what it's like. Best ones were when she was with her mom. Jess liked her mom better, she felt free there. At the father's though, it was different entirely. Jess was just asking her dad a simple question; why hadn't he told her she was adopted. Unfortunately, Mrs. Dicks had heard too.
"You're adopted?" she asked looking at the 14 year old. Jess nodded, and then looked to her father, who was looking nervous. Mrs. Dicks turned to her husband. "She's adopted. And you never told me!" Jess rolled her eyes.
"Hey, if anyone has a right to be pissed, don't you think it's me?" she asked. Mrs. Dicks rolled her eyes in turn.
"Oh, come on. You have it easy. I've had to be nice to you, thinking you're my step-daughter. But you're not. So I don't see why I should have to have you here." Jess opened her mouth in shock. She and her step-mother had never really gotten along, but this was low, even for the conniving bitch. It wasn't even this bad when she told Jess that she was only aloud to be bought meals, as it wasn't Mrs. Dicks' job to get clothes or miscellaneous objects for someone who wasn't her daughter. Or when she told her that she wasn't part of the family, because her last name was different to her's. Jess turned to her father, waiting for him to say something.
"Sweetie, I think that's a bit harsh on Jess." He stammered, trying to please both women. Jess made a sound that boarded on a growl.
"A bit harsh? She's saying I'm not your daughter!" he looked uncomfortably at the two women.
"Well, you're not, really." The lights flickered; Jessica Darling's anger was getting the better of her. Her hair flowed around her, making her remember to cut it soon. The glasses on the table nearby exploded, flinging the glass out into the air.
"Just because I'm not your biological daughter, doesn't mean I'm not your daughter!" The woman who used to be her step-mother sneered.
"Of course it does. Terence, you shouldn't have to pay child support for her either. We'll see a lawyer tomorrow, darling." She purred to her husband. Jess felt as though she may be sick.
"I hate you both." She said simply, and walked into her room. Well, her brother's room. He slept in a bed, while she had always slept on the floor.
"Hey, why are you and mom fighting?" he asked as he played his Wii. Her brother, Phillip Dicks, was "6.1" at the age of 15. It was cruel that they were forced to share a room, making her get changed in one corner, while he did the same in another. He looked a lot like his mother, having the same red hair and green eyes, but had the darker skin of his Mexican father. Neither had ever learnt Spanish, the national language, but Mr. and Mrs. Dicks used it all the time to hide things from the teens. Phil knew that his mother was often rude and mean to his half sister, but was unable to do anything to stop her.
"She's beings a fucking cunt, that's why." She growled as she threw her stuff into her trunk. Phil looked at Jess as she fumed.
"Are you leaving for good this time?" jess had run away 8 times. She usually came back by the next day, and each time both adults would apologise and try to spoil her so she would leave again.
"Yep. I'm either going to stay with Mum or the Weasleys or... no, just them." Phil looked at his little sister.
"Not your boyfriend then?" she shook her head.
"I thought I loved him, you know, but as we talk I just end up feeling like we are just good friends, you know what im mean?" she tried to explain. He nodded and helped her find her stuff.
"Yeah, same with me and Jazz. Thing was, when I talked to her about it, she could feel it too. We're still best friends, because we talked about it before we let it hurt the other." Jess sighed.
"You really think he'll feel it too?"
"Yep." He chucked her wand to her and she put it in her back pocket. "When you get there, call me. I want to know you're safe. Here's your charge, maybe you can find a place to keep your phone charged." She nodded as she packed it. "Now give me a hug, love." She hugged her older brother tight.
"No matter what they say, you're still my brother."
"And you're my sister. Now storm out there!" Phil gave a push to the door. Jess walked out into the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Dicks were.
"Good Bye, Terrance. Good Bye, Chantal. I hope you burn in hell." She turned on her heel and slammed the front door as she went.
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Miss. Jessica Amelia Darling,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been made a school prefect for your 5th year.
Below is the list of supplies you will need for your new school year.
We look forward to seeing you back at Hogwarts.
Please report for duty on September 1st for patrolling the Hogwarts Express.
Your Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.
Jessica squealed as she read the letter again and again. This made up for everything that had happened today. She stroke Phoebus, her golden owl, before letting him fly away.
"And I say Hey,
What a wonderful kind of day,
Where you can learn to walk and play,
And get along with each other, HEY!
What a wonderful kind of day.
What a wonderful kind of day!"
Jess sang as she walked along the street. It was dark, and as she went to cross the road she lumos'd her wand to see where she was going. There was a loud bang, making her scream in fear, and a tall, three stories, bright purple bus stood in front of her. A ruff looking man hung out the door.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. I'm Stan Shunpike and I'll be you're conductor for the night." Stan looked at the confused young witch and took her trunk. "Well, get on, then!" Jess walked on to the bus, to find there were no seats. There were only beds. The brass frames needed a shine and the lines a wash. In one bed a dishevelled wizard grunted and turned over in his sleep.
"Not now..." he muttered. "I'm pickling slugs..." Jess looked at the driver. He was an old unshaven wizard in a thick pair of glasses. He was staring straight ahead and his armpits were stained with sweat. There was a dark shrunken head dangling from the rear view mirror, muttering through the stitches that laced its mouth.
"How much for a ticket?" Jess asked Stan.
"12 sickles." Jess fished out the silver coins and placed them in his hand. He handed her a ticket and the bus started with a bang. Jess grabbed hold of one of the beds, and swung herself on it. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling swayed dangerously as the beds slid across the bus.
"Where to, girl?" Stan asked as he somehow managed to stand upright.
"Uh, the Leaky Cauldron." She said, figuring she would Floo where ever from there. She had her holiday money from her mom, 30 gallons, about 150 pounds, which she had earned hard with her chores for the last couple of weeks, and she could use it if she needed to.
The bus ride was fairly quiet, after she got used to how she was meant to ride the bus. Jess watched the cars stream past until they came to stop at a park. Stan did his introduction, with Jess hardly paying attention. That was, until she heard the boys voice. She made a whistle with her fingers and caught his attention.
"Take 'er away, Ern." Stan told Ernie, the driver.
"Yeah, take it away!" came the Jamaican voice of the shrunken head. There was another bang and Ernie rocketed away. Harry dropped into jess' lap, who held him close so he wouldn't fly off. He looked out the windscreen at the oncoming traffic whipped past in a blur.
"Wot you two say your names were again?" Stan asked the two students.
"I didn't." Harry replied as Jess said ditto. Stan, who was huddled now in an armchair, peeked over The Daily Prophet, eyeing the teens coolly, before disappearing once more. Harry brushed the fringe of his hair over his scar and watched with Jess as an ambulance careened past.
"Whereabouts you headin'?" Harry hesitated. He clearly hadn't thought about this.
"The leaky cauldron, with me." Jess answered for him, as Stan watched the two suspiciously.
"Is he now? Get that, Ern? The Leaky Cauldron." Stan grinned with sinister delight, showing his bad teeth.
"Leaky Cauldron?" the shrunken head asked. "Watch out for the Pea Soup. Eat it before it eats you!" As the Shrunken Head cackled with delight, Jess peers out the windscreen, watches London careering by.
"Isn't this a bit... dangerous?" she asked Stan.
"Naah. Haven't had an accident in - what? - a week is it, Ern?" however, his answer did not put either student's minds to rest.
"Heads up! Little old lady at twelve o'clock!" the shrunken head declared. Sure enough, directly ahead, a little old lady was crossing the street. Ernie hit the brakes hard and jess lost her grip on harry, letting him fly forward, palms to the window. The brakes pinched down and the bus stops inches from the old lady. Harry flew back onto the bed next to jess, holding on to it for dear life.
BANG! The bus rocketed forward once more. As Harry righted himself, he noticed the headline of Stan's Daily Prophet: ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN! Below was a sunken-faced man with long, matted hair laughing madly from a moving photograph.
"Who is that? That man?" Harry asked as Jess noticed the photo
"'Who is that?' That's Sirius Black, that is. Don' tell me you ne'er been hearin' o' Sirius Black?" Harry and jess shook their heads, still staring at the man's face. "A murderer, he is. Got 'imself locked up in Azkaban for it." Jess swallowed.
"How'd he escape?" she asked.
"Tha's the question, isn't it? He's the firs' that's done it. Gives me the collywobbles thinking he's out there, though, I'll tell you that. Big supporter of You- Know-'Oo, Black was. Reckon you heard o' him." Harry and Jess nod and, as they do, Black's eyes shifted. They met Harry's.
"Yeah. Him I've heard of." Just then, a pair of double-decker buses swept directly toward the Knight Bus. Before Jess could scream, the entire Knight Bus squeezed in on itself and shot though the gap between the two oncoming buses. The Shrunken Head winced.
"Hate that." Jess nodded her agreement.
"This bus. Don't the Muggles ever..." Harry started to ask.
"Them! Don' listen properly, do they? Don' look properly either." Stan replied.
"No, but if you stab them with a fork, they feel." The shrunken head cackled. Suddenly, a couple walking a dog were engulfed by a rush of wind from the invisible Knight Bus rushing past. The couple glanced about in bewilderment as the dog yapped madly.
"Turn! Turn!" Stan cried to Ernie, who fanned the wheel, sending the Knight bus into a dizzying 360-degree turn. Headlights pin wheeled past the windows as the bus rode up on two wheels. Jess was sent flying this time. Grabbing fast to the centre pole, she pirouetted through the air as Ernie slammed on the brakes.
The Knight Bus fishtailed and squealed to a stop, reminding jess that she could drive much better than this lunatic. The bus settled and tapped the bumper of a car. Instantly, the car's alarm wailed.The chandelier swayed drunkenly as the bus doors opened.The steps groaned with heavy feet and a figured appeared: TOM, Innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron pub.
"Mr. Potter... at last."
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A/N Ok so new story time! Yay! This one will be having longer chapters and will as always be AU. So did anyone see the PureBlood thing come in the last story? I did have the hint in chapter 4 last story but not everyone speaks Spanish. Hell, I don't speak Spanish. Anywho, story time, and Harry and Jess are gonna get closer as we go along. Brother and Sister though. And yes, I'm breaking Wood and Jess up, sad I know, but it needed to be done, as I've realised who im going to put her with. Thanks to all who have read so far, and any newbies I may get along the way. Hugs and kisses, MUT.
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