A/N: This is my first stab at a Harry fic, and I hope you like it. The
beginning is a bit dull- sorry about that. Hope you enjoy!
"Mum?"
Jax Pierce looked around her front hallway, searching for her mother. She stooped down and picked up the post, looking through the kitchen doorway for her mother.
"Mum??"
She looked around, not finding anyone. Jax walked over to the coffee pot, taking a mug and pouring herself a cup. She knew her mother had recently been around, or the coffee wouldn't still be hot. She reached into the cupboard and took out the cream and sugar, discoloring her coffee to a light brown as she stirred the contents in. She pulled out a chair from under the nearby table and sat down, the post still in hand. She sat the mug down on a saucer and started to shuffle through the thick bundle of paper.
"Bills... more bills... and even more bills."
Jax threw the pile back to the table, taking another sip as her eye caught an off-white colored envelope at the bottom of the pile. She put the mug down as she picked it up, eyeing it suspiciously. The letter was addressed to her. She turned it over, making note of the seal.
"Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What a load of bull!"
She walked over to the trash bin, tearing the letter in half, and then tearing those halves into fourths.
'Junk mail for sure,' She thought.
Sixteen-year-old Jax eyed the front hallway doorknob, pleading for it to turn. She turned her back to it, sighing, when she heard the loud clank that the mailbox always makes. She spun around, hoping for her mother to enter through the door, but instead found another off-white envelope sitting on her doormat.
"What the-"
Jax walked back over to the door, picking up the envelope.
"Those little bastards never give up, do they?"
She threw the new letter in the trash bin, not bothering to tear it up this time. When she turned around, she found two new letters at her front doorway. Her brow furrowed, and cussed under her breath. She stomped over to the doormat, bending down to pick up the two new letters when three more appeared through the mail slot.
"Okay, now this isn't funny-"
Jax threw open the door, expecting to see her neighbors running down the street, giggling. But to her dismay she didn't see a single soul except for Mrs. Downy planting seeds in her front yard. She looked up to the sky, squinting to see what was on the telephone line.
"Are those-"
"Owls?"
Jax spun around, almost falling to the ground. Standing in her front hall was a very old man, with long, white, hair and a beard to match. He stared at Jax through his half-moon glasses, with a small smile creeping along his face.
"Who- who-"
"Could you please close the door? It's giving me quite a chill."
"But- but-"
"Here. I'll do it for you."
The man stepped forward, and pulled out a long stick from his vibrant robes. He mumbled a sort of incantation, as the door closed by itself. Jax just stared at the man, as she felt herself fall and everything around her go black.
***
Jax woke up, staring her ceiling in the face. Her head hurt something fierce, and her stomach was grumbling loud enough to hear in China. She got up from her bed with a groan, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
She was a pretty girl- and she was aware of it. Jax had deep, raven-black hair that had been cut to her shoulders that summer. She had fair, peach skin that had a small, radiant glow to it from the summer sun. Her eyes were a rare, light purple with green flecks splattered across them. And then there was the one thing that set her aside from everyone else- her friends, family, anyone she'd ever met. Jax reached her hand up to her head, and pulled back her bangs. Resting at the top of her forehead was a small scar- in the shape of a star.
Jax took a deep breath and let it out as she walked down the stairs to her kitchen. She heard the voices of her parents- and two she didn't recognize.
"But Albus, why now? I mean- you waited all these years. She's sixteen! You let him-"
Jax eyed her mother as she stopped talking. Next to her was her father- and the old man from earlier- and another woman that she didn't recognize.
"Finally! You're up!"
Her father came over and walked her to the table, putting one arm around her as the old man beamed at her.
"I hoped that fainting cure would help. You look much better than you did before."
Jax gave the old man a wary look, cautioning him.
"Quite frankly, Sir, I find it very rude to break and enter someone's house and then make them faint," Jax replied indignantly.
Dumbledore laughed, his eye starting to twinkle.
"Just like Lily in her right way!"
Jax's mother gave Dumbledore a cold stare, and then looked to her husband.
"And, if I may ask, Who is Lily?" Jax asked.
She stuck her hands on her hips, also eyeing the old man coldly.
"Why, your mother, of course."
Dumbledore took his mug of coffee and put it to his lips, looking directly at Jax. McGonagall nudged him, looking to Jax also. Joan, Jax's mother, looked to her husband, Peter, who was also watching Jax.
"But- my mother is sitting right there. Who's Lily?" Jax looked to her mother, who was on the verge of tears.
Joan buried her face in her hands, and ran off up the stairs.
"Joan-"
Peter stood up and watched his wife shoot up the stairs with a worried look.
"Dad?"
Jax looked to Peter, her brow wrinkled.
"Please."
Peter held a hand up to Jax, following his wife. Jax looked to the two strangers sitting at her dining room table, her face filled with anger.
"Who in the world are you two?" Jax shouted at them.
"Oh, please excuse my rudeness." Dumbledore stood up, and walked to Jax. "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Jax stared at the man, slowly backing away.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?"
Jax's face grew confused and worried. She turned to shoot up the stairs when she felt something jerking her back. She looked over her shoulder, seeing nothing. She felt another jerk, pulling her inches from Dumbledore.
"Jax, please sit down. I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help."
The old man had his hand stretched out, but was not touching her.
"How did you do that?"
Jax's eyes grew wide. She looked from the old hand, to the woman sitting impatiently at her kitchen table.
"Oh, please. Your parents have told you nothing? This is worse than Harry."
"True, Minerva, but you must remember that Harry was much younger when we brought him to Hogwarts."
Jax just stared at the two chatter, mesmerized. Dozens of questions flooded her head. Were these people for real? Who was Harry? Who was Lily? And what were these strangers doing in her kitchen?
"You must think softer, dear. I can hear all the way over here."
Jax stared at the old man, having to stretch a hand out to keep from falling.
"You- you can hear my thoughts?" Jax asked at barely a whisper.
"Oh, yes." Dumbledore turned to look at her.
"Then why don't you answer my questions?" Jax asked, her confidence rising. There was no way that this man could know what she was thinking.
"You don't think so? Alright, here we go. Yes, Minerva and I are quite "real". Harry, Harry Potter, is your brother. I already answered your question about Lily, but yet again, she is your birth mother. And what are we doing in your kitchen? That is a question that I can't answer here."
Jax finally took a chair from under the table and sat down. She stuck a hand to her head, rubbing her scar.
"And, yes, I know about your scar. You brother has one quite like it, in the shape of a thunderbolt."
McGonagall walked over to Dumbledore, concerned for the girl.
"Albus, maybe you should take this more slowly. The muggle world is all she knows. We're giving this to her quite fast."
"No- no. For some reason, I completely understand what you're talking about. James- James is a name that comes to me. Who is he?" Jax looked up to Dumbledore
Dumbledore smiled. He knew that Jax would be able to understand, for she had a certain gift that Harry did not. She caught on to things very quickly.
"Your father."
"So- I was adopted? By Peter and Joan-" She stopped. It was hard for her to speak of her parents that way. "How long ago was that?"
"Oh, you were a little child. Barely one year old. The same with your brother-"
"Harry?" Jax interrupted.
"Yes."
"And Harry is a wizard? Like, a magical wizard?"
"Yes, a magical wizard."
"And that would make me a-" Jax paused at the thought.
"Witch? Yes, Raye, you are a witch."
"Raye? Is that my real name?"
"I almost forgot to tell you! Raye Lily Potter is your real, full name," Dumbledore replied.
Jax smiled thoughtfully. She actually understood who she was for once.
A/N: I hope I haven't completely wasted your time- I made sure from some of my friends it was good enough before I posted. Review!! Please!!
"Mum?"
Jax Pierce looked around her front hallway, searching for her mother. She stooped down and picked up the post, looking through the kitchen doorway for her mother.
"Mum??"
She looked around, not finding anyone. Jax walked over to the coffee pot, taking a mug and pouring herself a cup. She knew her mother had recently been around, or the coffee wouldn't still be hot. She reached into the cupboard and took out the cream and sugar, discoloring her coffee to a light brown as she stirred the contents in. She pulled out a chair from under the nearby table and sat down, the post still in hand. She sat the mug down on a saucer and started to shuffle through the thick bundle of paper.
"Bills... more bills... and even more bills."
Jax threw the pile back to the table, taking another sip as her eye caught an off-white colored envelope at the bottom of the pile. She put the mug down as she picked it up, eyeing it suspiciously. The letter was addressed to her. She turned it over, making note of the seal.
"Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What a load of bull!"
She walked over to the trash bin, tearing the letter in half, and then tearing those halves into fourths.
'Junk mail for sure,' She thought.
Sixteen-year-old Jax eyed the front hallway doorknob, pleading for it to turn. She turned her back to it, sighing, when she heard the loud clank that the mailbox always makes. She spun around, hoping for her mother to enter through the door, but instead found another off-white envelope sitting on her doormat.
"What the-"
Jax walked back over to the door, picking up the envelope.
"Those little bastards never give up, do they?"
She threw the new letter in the trash bin, not bothering to tear it up this time. When she turned around, she found two new letters at her front doorway. Her brow furrowed, and cussed under her breath. She stomped over to the doormat, bending down to pick up the two new letters when three more appeared through the mail slot.
"Okay, now this isn't funny-"
Jax threw open the door, expecting to see her neighbors running down the street, giggling. But to her dismay she didn't see a single soul except for Mrs. Downy planting seeds in her front yard. She looked up to the sky, squinting to see what was on the telephone line.
"Are those-"
"Owls?"
Jax spun around, almost falling to the ground. Standing in her front hall was a very old man, with long, white, hair and a beard to match. He stared at Jax through his half-moon glasses, with a small smile creeping along his face.
"Who- who-"
"Could you please close the door? It's giving me quite a chill."
"But- but-"
"Here. I'll do it for you."
The man stepped forward, and pulled out a long stick from his vibrant robes. He mumbled a sort of incantation, as the door closed by itself. Jax just stared at the man, as she felt herself fall and everything around her go black.
***
Jax woke up, staring her ceiling in the face. Her head hurt something fierce, and her stomach was grumbling loud enough to hear in China. She got up from her bed with a groan, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
She was a pretty girl- and she was aware of it. Jax had deep, raven-black hair that had been cut to her shoulders that summer. She had fair, peach skin that had a small, radiant glow to it from the summer sun. Her eyes were a rare, light purple with green flecks splattered across them. And then there was the one thing that set her aside from everyone else- her friends, family, anyone she'd ever met. Jax reached her hand up to her head, and pulled back her bangs. Resting at the top of her forehead was a small scar- in the shape of a star.
Jax took a deep breath and let it out as she walked down the stairs to her kitchen. She heard the voices of her parents- and two she didn't recognize.
"But Albus, why now? I mean- you waited all these years. She's sixteen! You let him-"
Jax eyed her mother as she stopped talking. Next to her was her father- and the old man from earlier- and another woman that she didn't recognize.
"Finally! You're up!"
Her father came over and walked her to the table, putting one arm around her as the old man beamed at her.
"I hoped that fainting cure would help. You look much better than you did before."
Jax gave the old man a wary look, cautioning him.
"Quite frankly, Sir, I find it very rude to break and enter someone's house and then make them faint," Jax replied indignantly.
Dumbledore laughed, his eye starting to twinkle.
"Just like Lily in her right way!"
Jax's mother gave Dumbledore a cold stare, and then looked to her husband.
"And, if I may ask, Who is Lily?" Jax asked.
She stuck her hands on her hips, also eyeing the old man coldly.
"Why, your mother, of course."
Dumbledore took his mug of coffee and put it to his lips, looking directly at Jax. McGonagall nudged him, looking to Jax also. Joan, Jax's mother, looked to her husband, Peter, who was also watching Jax.
"But- my mother is sitting right there. Who's Lily?" Jax looked to her mother, who was on the verge of tears.
Joan buried her face in her hands, and ran off up the stairs.
"Joan-"
Peter stood up and watched his wife shoot up the stairs with a worried look.
"Dad?"
Jax looked to Peter, her brow wrinkled.
"Please."
Peter held a hand up to Jax, following his wife. Jax looked to the two strangers sitting at her dining room table, her face filled with anger.
"Who in the world are you two?" Jax shouted at them.
"Oh, please excuse my rudeness." Dumbledore stood up, and walked to Jax. "Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Jax stared at the man, slowly backing away.
"What kind of fool do you take me for?"
Jax's face grew confused and worried. She turned to shoot up the stairs when she felt something jerking her back. She looked over her shoulder, seeing nothing. She felt another jerk, pulling her inches from Dumbledore.
"Jax, please sit down. I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help."
The old man had his hand stretched out, but was not touching her.
"How did you do that?"
Jax's eyes grew wide. She looked from the old hand, to the woman sitting impatiently at her kitchen table.
"Oh, please. Your parents have told you nothing? This is worse than Harry."
"True, Minerva, but you must remember that Harry was much younger when we brought him to Hogwarts."
Jax just stared at the two chatter, mesmerized. Dozens of questions flooded her head. Were these people for real? Who was Harry? Who was Lily? And what were these strangers doing in her kitchen?
"You must think softer, dear. I can hear all the way over here."
Jax stared at the old man, having to stretch a hand out to keep from falling.
"You- you can hear my thoughts?" Jax asked at barely a whisper.
"Oh, yes." Dumbledore turned to look at her.
"Then why don't you answer my questions?" Jax asked, her confidence rising. There was no way that this man could know what she was thinking.
"You don't think so? Alright, here we go. Yes, Minerva and I are quite "real". Harry, Harry Potter, is your brother. I already answered your question about Lily, but yet again, she is your birth mother. And what are we doing in your kitchen? That is a question that I can't answer here."
Jax finally took a chair from under the table and sat down. She stuck a hand to her head, rubbing her scar.
"And, yes, I know about your scar. You brother has one quite like it, in the shape of a thunderbolt."
McGonagall walked over to Dumbledore, concerned for the girl.
"Albus, maybe you should take this more slowly. The muggle world is all she knows. We're giving this to her quite fast."
"No- no. For some reason, I completely understand what you're talking about. James- James is a name that comes to me. Who is he?" Jax looked up to Dumbledore
Dumbledore smiled. He knew that Jax would be able to understand, for she had a certain gift that Harry did not. She caught on to things very quickly.
"Your father."
"So- I was adopted? By Peter and Joan-" She stopped. It was hard for her to speak of her parents that way. "How long ago was that?"
"Oh, you were a little child. Barely one year old. The same with your brother-"
"Harry?" Jax interrupted.
"Yes."
"And Harry is a wizard? Like, a magical wizard?"
"Yes, a magical wizard."
"And that would make me a-" Jax paused at the thought.
"Witch? Yes, Raye, you are a witch."
"Raye? Is that my real name?"
"I almost forgot to tell you! Raye Lily Potter is your real, full name," Dumbledore replied.
Jax smiled thoughtfully. She actually understood who she was for once.
A/N: I hope I haven't completely wasted your time- I made sure from some of my friends it was good enough before I posted. Review!! Please!!