Hey guys! First I want to say (cover your ears) I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER WHATSOEVER! ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE QUEEN HERSELF! Whoo!
You might have heard that this series was taken down because of "copyright issues" something about song lyrics. But this time, I will not post any song lyrics whatsoever. Before, I had just now deleted all song lyrics from the chapters containing them. I will mention song names, but not song lyrics. Wish me luck guys as I try to post this series again.
In the late summer evening, shining it's ever bright lights, was the Big Apple itself; New York City. The home of Broadway, America's industry, and some of the country's economics. But unknown to most of the city's population and pretty much the world, the city was home to the American Wizarding World. Magic exists, even in the dark parts of the prosperous city. Hidden in the back alleys and mostly the skies, there tended to be the illegal broom racing. Not everyone flew brooms for the fun, some did it for the money. That was what these racers were doing right now.
Two brooms whizzed in the air. On the left broom, was a big, burly wizard who looked like he would kill to win. On the right was a pink haired witch who wore protective goggles. She zoomed ahead, and just when she was close to finishing the race, the wizard crept up behind her and kicked her off her broom, sending her crashing in the dumpster far from the finish line.
The crowds cheered when the wizard landed as victor. "The winner!" An announcer who was a 19 year old witch. "By total annihilation… MERCURY!"
Mercury laughed in victory as he collected his winnings. "Who's next? Who wants to face off against the fastest wizard in New York?" Around him, other wizards and witches were terrified to even move and one of them snapped his own broom in half.
"Mind if I have a go?" The crowds parted way to reveal a small skinny girl about 10-11 years old, with a blonde bobcut of hair, fair skin and bright amethyst eyes that looked like purple diamonds sparkling with mischief. No, she was not a Metamorphmagus, she was just born with an odd eye colr. She was wearing a leather jacket over a purple tanktop, jeans and black Converse sneakers. "I've got a broom you know." She gestured to her Cleansweep 7.
Mercury took one look at her and laughed because since he was the best, he gotten the latest broom. Everyone else laughed at the small girl. "Beat it kid." The announcer said. "House rules. You gotta pay to play."
The girl's eyes widened as she dug in her pockets. "This much count?" She held up a fistful of silver Goblites, the American equivalent of Sickles.
"What's your name, kid?" Mercury asked.
The girl scoffed, putting on her tough attitude. "The name's Crosswell. Tess Crosswell."
Mercury seemed taken aback, by a rough talk coming from a little girl. "Prepare to go home to yo mamma, Bitchwell."
Tess and Mercury walked to the starting line, which was a white line directly on the edge of a dock over the Hudson River. The witch and the wizard mounted on their brooms and prepared for takeoff as the announcer came in the middle in front of them. "Two brooms take off. One broom lands a loser. Flyers ready? FLY!" The two brooms whizzed up, starting the race, but when they were halfway in the race, Tess' broom "whizzed out of control" and she plummeted into the Hudson. She surfaced coughing water and flew to the finish line where the other street gangers were laughing and taunting her. Tess felt hurt at the insults, but if there was one thing that she didn't do, it was going down without a fight.
"That was my first flight idiots!" She yelled.
"Guess what?" Mercury shouted. "No one likes a sore loser! Go home."
"You're afraid of a fight?" Tess asked. "Especially with the promise of more money?" She held out a sack full of gleaming, grey Dragots. Mercury smiled, his greedy eyes glistening. And when they got to the start line, with Tess dripping wet, they took off into the night sky. Tess smiled as they circled over the New York skyline. Her broom had never spurred out of control. She had been planning for just the right moment and she had been faking the innocent girl routine the entire time so she could psych them out and earn twice the money.
Tess zoomed past Mercury and performed flips, did some broom surfing and swung on some signposts on the roof before landing on her broom. In a 30 mile race, Tess came in first in just 39 seconds, setting a new course record in the history of that race. Tess had been to dozens of other illegal races in other parts of New York so this wasn't a new experience as she said it was. Even as Mercury landed, all the other wizards looked at this small little girl who was able to defeat the greatest racer in the lower East Side. Despite her age, Tess was a Quidditch prodigy.
"Guess you're not as fast as your namesake." Tess gloated.
"But…" Mercury stammered. "This isn't possible!"
Tess scoffed. "2 things. One, it's possible because it just happened. Two, it's not the broom. It's the person riding it." Tess didn't notice people were clearing the area as she was collecting her winnings. "By the way, you're not bad yourself. Do you wanna go again?"
Before she knew it, she was thrown into a wall. "No one hustles Mercury!" He yelled at her face, grabbing her broom and pushed her back when she tried to get it back. "Teach her a lesson, the no Maj-Way. Wouldn't want this to be unfair to a little girl." He said to four of his minions. All three cracked their knuckles and prepared to give Tess a beating.
"Sorry to disappoint you." Tess simply said. "But I'm not a damsel in distress." She performed a high kick, sending one goon flying back. The other three charged at her, but she threw punches left and right, having experience as a black belt. For a little girl, Tess was pretty strong. But so were the other girls of New York City who weren't rich and proper. To survive New York as a wizard, you had to be tough.
"Well." A lust-laced voice whispered in her ear as two massive arms wrapped around her, holding her firm as she struggled to get free. "It appears that you're going to be more of a pleasure to me than I thought."
"Get off me!" Tess screamed, kicking to get away.
"STUPEFY!" A voice screamed, stunning Mercury. Holding the wand that fired the spell, was a teenager, about 15 years old, with shaggy dark hair, a slight tan and brown hazel eyes. He was wearing a baseball cap, a short sleeved shirt, and torn up jeans with sandals. "Tess, come on!"
"Johnnie!" Tess exclaimed to her cousin as they got on the moped. "Perfect timing!" Johnnie gave a glare to Mercury before slapping a helmet on her head. The moped burst to life as they sped away.
"You OK?" Johnnie asked his cousin. "Are you hurt?
"Yeah, I'm fine. Not hurt" She replied.
"He didn't touch you did he?" Johnnie's voice took a darker turn. "Did anyone touch you?"
"No." Tess replied.
"Then what the hell were you thinking?!" Johnnie swatted his arm, hitting her repeatedly. "Tess, this is the third time this week. The THIRD TIME, of this WEEK! How many times do we have to tell you that broom racing is illegal even to wizards. You're gonna get yourself arrested!"
"And how many times do I have to say that broom racing is NOT illegal?" Tess challenged. "Betting on broom racing….that's pretty illegal, but lucrative and worth it!"
Johnnie rolled his eyes. "One of these days, karma's gonna bite you in the ass."
"Oh I'm so scared." Tess sarcastically snipped. "I'm on a roll cousin. AND THERE AIN'T NO STOPPING ME!" The moped skidded to a stop as they were surrounded by the No Maj Police. No Maj was the equivalent of Muggle in Wizarding terms. Thinking quick, Johnnie pulled out his wand and turned the sack of wizard money into heaps of dollars. They were quickly handcuffed and shoved in the police car.
"You had to transfigure the Dragots, didn't ya?" Tess quizzed.
"Hey it was either that or have the No Maj's be on the trail that magic exists." Johnnie hissed.
"Still, Ivelmorny is gonna hear about this." Tess warned.
"Shut up." Johnnie said.
The next thing they knew, they were in the police station, behind bars. Tess looked up to her cousin who was glaring at her. "What?"
"No one is stopping me." Johnnie mocked in a high pitched voice. "Says who? The girl who's behind bars?"
"No." Tess said. "Says the idiot who took Aunt Sara's moped without asking, and you don't even have a license."
"Oh shut up." Johnnie said. "If Mom doesn't kill you for this, I will."
They were released about half an hour later on bail. When they walked outside, they found no one.
"Oh well." Tess said cheerfully. "I guess we'll be on our way then."
"QUINTESSA CHARLOTTE CROSSWELL!" They heard a very angry female voice shout.
Slowly turning around, Tess muttered the only phrase she could ever speak whenever she was in trouble.
"Oh Crap."