The Letter That Changed Everything
Summary: Suze gets a letter that changes her life forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator by Meg Cabot nor do I own Harry Potter. Any characters you do not recognise are mine, as is the plot :D
Dedicated to Rhianne Hill, Kailey Hazeldene, Abbie Firmin and Eve Cooper, my best friends and the only girl in my class that I know of to write an amazing thing called The Perfect Couple. You rock, Rhianne!
Chapter 1
The Letter and London
Miss S. Simon
The Pink room with the view
99 Pine Crest Road
Carmel, CA
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall
(Order of Merlin, Second Class, Chief Witch, International Confed. of Witches)
Dear Miss Simon,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Severus Snape
Deputy Headmaster
Head of Slytherin House
Miss S. Simon
The Pink room with the view
99 Pine Crest Road
Carmel, CA
Dear Susannah,
You have now received this letter and I must assume that I am dead and the World is in grave danger. I must also assume that Helen has informed you about the adoption and you having a twin, Harry Potter. Your parents were murdered when Lord Voldemort tried to kill yourself and Harry. But when your father tried to hold him off to let you mother take you and Harry away, he killed him and then turned to your mother. In an act of love, she sacrificed herself to protect you and Harry, and you both survived the killing curse, marking Harry in the process.
I must also tell you about our problem. Our world is in great danger from Lord Voldemort and his followers, the Death Eaters. The Muggle world (non- magical world) is also in the same jeopardy. I would very much like it if you and Mr. de Silva were to come to London and join with Harry and the others in the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. I know about both of your Shifting powers and Mr. de Silva's past.
In one week time, the Order is expecting you both at Heathrow airport. Enclosed should be two tickets to Gatwick. A member of the Order will be there to take you to either the Burrow or 12 Grimauld Place where you shall meet Harry and make your way to Hogwarts for the new term.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
So that's how, a week later, me and Jesse were on a plane to London to meet my long lost twin, learn magic and learn to control our shifter powers. It was hard for me to leave mom, Andy, Doc, CeeCee, Adam and Father Dom but I know that my real family is in England. I can't believe mom lied to me all this time, though. And one more thing.
They told me it would be cold. Maybe even colder than New York. I didn't believe that though. How could England be colder than New York?
I'm not a complete moron. I've watched the Friends episode where they go to London. It didn't look THAT cold. So that's why I wore my ripped jeans and tank top.
"Querida, you'll freeze over there," Jesse had said. "Put something else on. Like your jacket. The one you love? The black one? Please, Querida, it's cold in England. Maybe even colder than New York."
Which is why I took my motorcycle jacket with me on the plane. Déjà vu, huh? Just like my arrival in Carmel.
So there I was, on a plane next to Jesse and the window (Hehe. Jesse wanted to, but so did I. Guess who won!) in ripped jeans and black leather, and was surprised to see other people wearing similar. And I thought, wow! First time ever, I'm already fitting in, just like mom said.
It's just, don't get me wrong, I want to go to England and help my brother. But I've been asked to leave my mom and the people I've known since I've come to Carmel to go to a place where I COULD die. A.k.a., the final battle. At least I've got Jesse with me. When I'm with Jesse, I know nothing can hurt me, because he'd never let it.
Oh my god, I swear I talk to myself far too much for my own good.
Anyway, as the plane landed, I looked out of the window and there was a humongous building that looked crammed full of people. Joy. Not. I was sorta hoping it would be fairly deserted, like it was in Carmel, but no! It had to be crowded.
"Jesse, honey, wake up! We're here!"
No response.
"Jesse!"
Christ, that guy can sleep through anything!
"JESSE! WAKE UP NOW!"
Hehe. That worked! He jumped up and hit his head on the over- head storage. Oops.
"Aw, baby! Well, next time, listen when I speak to you and I won't have to resort to shouting, will I?"
"No, Querida. But that really hurt, you know!"
"Yes, I do know. But hey, at least you weren't thrown off a roof!"
"True, true."
"Come on, lets get off of here. We've landed, by the way. Just you wouldn't wake up!"
"Lo siento, mi Querida, but I was having a dream about you and me getting married. I didn't want to wake up, you see."
"I see."
"Susannah! Susannah Simon! Mr. de Silva! Over here!"
Wow. Some guy in really weird clothes and flaming red hair was jumping up and down like a mad- man. And calling our names. Nice. Just what I need. But at least he didn't have a banner saying "Welcome Home, Susannah!" on it. That was just sad and humiliating. I swear if that guy had one of those, I'd slap him. And take him shopping. 'Cause he really needed fashion guidance. Seriously, a dressing gown and slippers? Outdoors? Not cool. Anyway, as I was saying before my mind- verbal- diarrhoea kicked in, this man with flaming red hair and absolutely hideous clothes that I would not be seen dead in, was jumping up and down, screaming our names.
We reached him and he immediately stuck his right hand out.
"Arthur Weasley, member of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry Potters best friends dad. Nice to meet you! Is it true that you both were raised in the Muggle world?"
When we both nodded, he carried on. And I thought I talked a lot!
"How fantastic!-"
I sorta zoned out after that. It was only when Jesse kissed me I was brought back to reality.
"Querida, we're going to get our luggage."
"Ok, Jess, better get there before somebody else does!"
"Why would somebody else want our luggage?"
"I dunno but it happens."
"Really?"
"Really. Now come on!"
We walked to the luggage collection point and waited for our bags to come through, answering Arthur's q's as politely as possible, especially the most idiotic ones such as "is it true you can now get lights that turn on when you clap them? Amazing, truly amazing" and "is that a fellytone?" when I pulled out my mobile. But the fun started when we got outside of the airport.
Cars.
And not just a few cars. Oh no. Thousands of them. I was beginning to wonder how the hell we would be able to find it. His car, I mean.
"Good thing I didn't bring my car then! Look at this place! Full of cars! But I bet none of them have the ability to fly!"
"What do you mean, the ability to fly? And how did you get here if you didn't drive here? Walk? Sorry but that's mental! And I'm tired! I'm not walking to wherever we are going!"
Gimme a break, ok? I was tired. I had just spent 14 hours on a plane, cramped up and with hardly any leg- room at all. And I was seriously PMSing. I didn't take my Midol this morning. Coz, you know, I was on the plane and me being oh- so- clever, I left my tablets in one of my six suitcases. Which I had to lug around with me. So my arms were absolutely killing me, I was tired and had PMS. Those were not a good combination.
"Oh, no, you don't have to. We're apparating there. We just have to find an alleyway and there you go."
"Excuse me, but how do we apparate?"
"Well, you say in your mind where you want to go and picture your whole body. Don't forget a thing. Not even a hair. Or the results will be horrific."
"So you mean like shifting, which works nearly the same way but less complex?"
"What's shifting?"
"Basically like apparating but instead of doing all those crappy things you said, we just picture in our mind where we want to go et voila."
I told you. PMS.
So we were given a description of where me and Jesse were to shift to and when I got there, I came face- to- face with a pair of vivid green eyes. My eyes.
