Chapter 1- A life apart
The name was Jess Potter everybody knew it, but nobody knew much about me except Lily, my twin sister. My foster parents and my two foster brothers and everybody else in this godforsaken planet did not know a thing about me. However, Lily was the only one I let get close to me, Lily was the only one who knew what I went through on a daily bases. Bill and Janet Landerson, my foster parents gave up on trying to figure me out at an early age, to them I was just another mouth to feed and expense to their lives that is why they never bothered to try and do the adoption thing. My foster dad had brown thick hair, pale skin, a beer belly that was quite large and brown eyes that were most of the time blood shot. He worked grungy old department store on the third floor. Bill was a workaholic during the day and an alcoholic at night. He was a different person when he drank a lot stupider and even more violent. My foster mom, owned a workout-machine factory. That is where my sister and I spent every evening, afternoon and summer since we were five. Janet was from America she had pale skin, blue eyes, brown hair which she dyed blonde every so often and she always wore this cheap bubble gum pink lipstick.
When Lily and I first moved to this undesirable place, Britain was in the middle of a hot humid summer. Janet immediately put us to work at the factory at a suburb somewhere way out of the city. It was literally a sweat shop, no windows, just a dark hot environment. Some of the other kids and workers who worked there died from dehydration. I made sure Lily and I brought water everyday. Janet would lock us and the other workers in there form 7:00 am until 8:30 pm. If Lily and I did not finish off a certain amount of work, Janet would not pack us lunch the next day. I never knew much about my parents and family . Lily was said to be named after our mother but that was the only thing anyone ever told us. We never knew how our mother and father died or if we had any aunts and uncles. It was hard the not knowing, that was the worst part of all of it. The foster care worker said we had no family left, but I was not to sure about that. Sometimes I got a feeling, a connection between a stranger of some sort. Sometimes I find myself saying a name that is only familiar by a distant memory.
Harry... Harry Potter
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Jess... Jess Potter Why does that name come to me as familiar? I started to pace around the room until I heard Uncle Vernon's shouts: "Boy, stop pacing and do something useful for a change... Go outside and weed!" I obediently went outside even though the rain was coming down hard and fast.
Jess Potter... Who is he?
This was seriously driving me crazy. I need to gather my thoughts. The grass was wet, but I still decided to lay on it.
Okay... I had a father his name was James. So where is this Jess coming from? Lily... she was my mother... but sometimes I get the feeling there are two Lilys. Then there is that connection... no wait those connections there are two... one reminds me of a soft innocent almost angelic voice and the other is kind of mysterious and independent. I doubt they're the same. Could this have anything to do with my scar...
The only thing I like about my looks is a small skinny lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead, but many people especially the old say it is the devils mark. Yawn I managed to get myself up to go inside my cupboard and go to sleep. The cupboard is where I grew up for the past ten years. The only thing that had stopped me from going there was Aunt Petunias indecisive screams: "Boy! You cannot come in here soaked." "Uncle Vernon told me to weed the garden." "How dare you talk back to me like that, until you are dry you cannot step a foot inside this house."Just as Aunt Petunia screeched that thunder struck, the wind howled more fiercely and rain poured down harder than before.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " Jess... Jess" I whispered poking my brother awake "What," he grumbled " Go back to bed.
I swear sometimes its nearly impossible to wake him up!
I poked him more determined than before. "Bloody hell, I'm up... Im up" Jess responded a little to loud and then he nearly hollered "What!" "They're talking about us!" I whispered harshly I motioned him to the door and nearly pulled him all the way. "What-is-this-Hogwartsy-thing-about?" Bill slurred in what sounded like an Italian accent, holding a fancy envelope up in the air. "A wizarding school" Janet replied Bill rolled on the floor laughing. "Bill," Janet pleaded " Let them go... during the summer we can make money off of them and their... tricks." "Okay," Bill said and stumbled out the door " As-long-as-they-feed-Ôem."(this time his accent sounded more French) "Great! A Professor McGonagall will be coming tomorrow to pick them up." Janet said in a sugar coated voice "Think of the money we can make off those... freaks" "Bloody hell" Bill shouted as he tripped over the trash can.
I know my foster mom's only priority...... and goal...... and love in life was money. One thing is for sure, Janet was smart. However, I think this might work to our advantage...
" Lily... Lily" this time Jess poked me to get my attention I looked at my brother. He was quite handsome in the moonlight he had suave jet black hair, he was also built from lifting weights at the factory, he had strong cheek bones, a defined jaw line and the most beautiful emerald green eyes. In these ways we kind of look a like. However, we do have our differences, his scar kind of looks like a sea turtle while mine looks like an eye. " What are you staring at me for? What was that all about?" " I am not positive but I think were getting out of here. " Joy sparkled on my face. " Really?" Jess asked in disbelief " Yes " I managed to whisper His eyes lit up and danced around. All of the sudden he lifted me up and carried me back to the pile of rags and towels we used as a bed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " Professor Dumbledore! Don't you walk away form me! I know your hearing is perfect, do not pretend to be deaf." I was not about to let the headmaster of Hogwarts do anything until he answered my question. "Ah... Ms. Professor McGonagall I did not see you there" Albus Dumbledore said with a wink. "Sure... Sure your as blind as a bat, deaf as a cow and as thick as wood." I said sarcastically "We need to talk about the Potters." I continued "Oh yes they shall be reunited this year." the headmaster replied "And do you think it will be okay with them! They have not seen each other in... well ten years!" "I know... I know" Dumbledore said as his face clouded over with grief "I made a mistake splitting them, up but it was necessary at the time." "Yes," he assured himself," it was necessary.
We were both silent for a moment recalling that day. Even though many people were celebrating, it was a very chaotic day for Albus and I. We did not know how the death eaters would react, when they found out they're source of power, they're leader was gone. Dumbledore did not know if they were going to form a group and go together and try and kill the Potter triplets. It was a time for quick important decisions and no one knew what to do. It was Dumbledore who took charge and sent Jess and Lily to the muggle orphanage and Harry to the Dursleys. It had to be done for it was less likely for the Potters to be found. Triplets were not as common and could easily have been traced, it would be harder to trace a set of twins and one single boy alone. Dumbledore made sure that Jess and Lily were not spoiled and that the three of them were protected by strong magic. He had sent Jess with Lily so she could be protected because he knew the girl was powerful yet vulnerable. She needed one of her brothers to be with her. Harry was the oldest, so he decided he would be the one to be left alone at the Dursley's. "Headmaster," I said bringing him back to reality " Tomorrow... when I get them should I say anything." "No!" He said sharply " We shall let the Potter triplets come to us, they need to find out on their own!" I knew that from the headmaster's wisdom and foresight it was best not to press him on the subject. "Now... Minerva if you will excuse me, I have lots to do and and simply not enough time to do everything." "Yes... very well Albus." I said as I hurried away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
uno... dos... thres.. quatro.. cinco... ... cinco... bloody hell wet bloody hell
I was laying on the lawn while the storm poured it heart out on me all through the night. I heard somewhere that counting sheep would get you to sleep, but guess what, I did not want to count sheep. So I decided to count the freaking rain drops that fell on my stupid forehead. I also found this a perfect opportunity to practice my counting in Spanish. Unfortunately I cannot remember any numbers past five.
Okay Harry come on you can do this. Aww. Crap I guess I might as well consider myself screwed and leave this place live my life on the streets. It would work. I mean I have lost all hopes in becoming a Spanish teacher, although I never did want to become a Spanish teacher, in fact I find the subject quite dull. Well any ways , come on Harry, I know I learned how to count to twenty. Okay Harry you can do this. Uno...
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It was late... it was about 6:30 a.m... Lily and I both knew if we were not in the kitchen in 15 minutes a beating would be in order. The twins went downstairs as their foster brothers stared up at them mischievously. Mark and Chris got up flashing them their famous sugarcoated smile, that they got from Janet. Mark was fifteen and Chris was thirteen they helped Bill, their father out at the department store. They were up to no good and I never would trust them with anything. They were always treated better, being Bill's and Janet's actual sons. To top it off, Chris liked Lily but I never let him get anywhere close to her. That was one good thing about having muscle and being mysterious no one knew what to expect and that was a threat within itself. Chris and Mark were not idiots, they know how much boxes of weights, I have to lift daily. They knew to stay out of my way, and I liked it that way, because they would not mess with me nor my sister.
I had a lot of questions on my mind about last night and I knew Lily did too, but we both knew the best thing to do would go about our regular routine and let Janet fill us in when she's ready.
Bill came in with a bright smile which was obviously covering up the throbbing pain in his head. I chuckled to think of how many aspirins he shoved down his throat this morning. Me being me, I do not miss good opportunities, especially when they come in a nicely packaged hangover. "Hi Bill!" I shouted across the room with an amused smile. Lily took the hint started clanging dishes together loudly as she put them away. Bill winced in pain. "Did you have a nice sleep, Bill!?" I hollered over the noise Lily gently pushed Bill into Janet which made Janet jump and drop the plate she was holding as it crashed to the floor. Bill winced at the noise, this time a scowl formed on his face. "Will you two get out of here before I strangle you!"Bill shouted "Mark, Chris get into the car!
Lily and I went into the living room, for we had provoked Bill enough. We knew if we went any farther he would get out the belt. Janet met us in the other room. "There will be a change in plans for today, you need to stay home and clean the house, I will be back at noon and a Professor McGonagall will come at half past to talk to us. Is that clear?" The Lily and I looked at each other and then we responded in unison: "Clear as mud, Janet." "Fine," Janet replied as she rolled her eyes "And do not forget to make some tea, this McGonagall is an important woman." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It had been three days since I had sleep in the rain and I was suffering big time. I was still recovering from a cold, I still cannot remember how to count up to 20 in Spanish and it was Dudley's birthday. However, I was surprised to find myself sitting in Uncle Vernon's car with Dudley and Dudley's best friend, Piers. We were going to the zoo. Fortunately for me Ms. Figgs, my very.... very strange baby sitter, bailed out on the last minute because she broke her leg. Uncle Vernon had no choice but to let me come on strict guidelines.
I wish Lily and Jess were here. There are those names again. Who are they??
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He had the deepest most mysterious emerald green eyes. They were different than mine. I had eyes that were full of emotion, while his were sincere, but harder to read, he did not cover up his emotion but it was just kind of unreadable. He had jet black suave hair that seemed to flow and fit his face perfectly. Mine was the same way. I managed to learn how to give us haircuts. Although many times they turned out good other times were... different. "Oh Jess," I sighed a stressed, worried look appeared on my face " What are we going to do?" "Nothing, except put the kettle on for tea" he responded with a smile
It was 11:00 a.m. and the house was cleaner than I had ever seen it. "Hey Lily," he said gently" Why don't you go to the couch and sit down, I will finish off here and in five minutes, we will talk until Janet comes." He nudges me towards the couch. I nodded and sat down
Where are we going? It does not sound like a normal school. What is a wizarding school? I have never heard of it before. I wonder if I will meet Har-
"Lily," Jess interrupted my thoughts. "Jess, what's a wizarding school?: "I don't know" "Do you think they will put us to work, there?" "I don't know" "Whose Harry?" I could see that Jess was taken back by the last question. "How do you know that name?" "I don't know Jess, its just familiar. Is it familiar to you?" "Yeah" Jess sat down. "I do not know who he is, though" he said quietly "I get the feeling this lady whose coming, might." "Yeah, maybe" his response was very distant - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In my opinion of the zoo, its not that bad of a place.
We were in the reptile house now and little kids were running everywhere.
Somehow I feel like I belong. Like there is another language going on between the snakes that I can understand.
I walked toward a snake which Uncle Vernon and Dudley were pestering. I decided to apologize for my Uncles rude behavior, after he left. "Sorry about that mate" I told the snake
It surprised me when the snake understood me and I was even more surprised when Piers saw me conversing with the snake and I was pushed out of the way, so Dudley could see the snake. But the best surprise came when the glass disappeared and the snake escaped, nipping at Dudley's heels. Yes, I definitely liked the zoo! Even though I was locked in the cupboard for about a month as a punishment, it was well worth it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Lily, she's here, Lily" I said gently nudging my twin awake.
It was around 11:55, when Janet came home. She was humming an unfamiliar tune when she walked in. She managed to say the house looked nice, then hurried to her room to change into some more "presentable" clothing. Janet was an okay person when she was in a good mood. However, this came about rarely like when Bill got a bonus, or when she got a big customer. "Lily, come on get up." I said poking her harder.
Lily sat up sleepily and went to the mirror and lazily tried fingering her hair to get it to untangle. Bill said we did not need luxuries like brushes, clothing or anything of the sort, because we did not deserve it being only foster kids. We got Chris's old clothing. However, Janet saw Lily's tangled hair and knew it was important for them to go to this wizarding school. "This is sort of a special occasion... so as long as you don't ruin this brush, you two may use it." Janet said as she came back from her room
My sister did not need to be told twice, she always wanted to use Janet's brush, but feared a beating. With just one swift arm movement she took the brush from Janet's hand and grumbled thank you. I rolled my eyes at my sister. Just then the doorbell rang. Janet motioned us to stay in the room and fix ourselves up until she called us. A very odd looking woman came into the house, she was dressed in an emerald green cloak, square glasses and a tight bun. On her jet black button down top she wore an orange brooch that had a figure that looked similar to a griffin. She had a velvet green flowing skirt to match her robes and laced up boots. "Good morning, Ms. Landerson," the woman said briskly "Um... Good morning to you, Professor" Janet replied nervously "Please come in for some tea.
After what seemed like forever, Janet finally called for us. We walked in very calmly, for we did not know what to expect. Professor McGonagall looked quite stunned at how built and strong we looked. Janet smiled and said "Well, are you ready to take them off my hands?" "Yes, we certainly must be off." said the professor as she gathered her things "Where are we going ?" I asked curiously "Oh dear lord you did not tell them." the lady said Janet gave a weak smile. "Where are we going?" I asked again, this was getting annoying.
Professor McGonagall sat down. "Both of you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Magic. As for you question we are going to take you two to the Leaky Cauldron an inn near the wizarding world where you will stay for the next week getting yourself acquainted with the wizarding world and buy your books and supplies.
Professor McGonagall spoke up again, when she saw our very confused faces. "I am assuming you have not seen this." She held up a letter that said: Mr. Jess and Ms. Lily Potter The Laundry Room 574 Gover Street London The envelope was sealed with wax that had the Hogwarts Crest on it. I slowly opened it while Lily read over my shoulder. Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwumps, International Confed. of Wizards Dear Mr. and Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress Lily and I both sat down overwhelmed by everything. "You know that's a short letter for all the information you put in it." Lily said after a while. "It also creates a lot of questions and does not give any answers." I added Professor McGonagall just laughed, out of all the things she expected and feared to hear, she was obviously entirely surprised that they would critique her letter. "Well, get you things together within 10 minutes and then we shall go." she replied Lily and I looked at each other and said in unison: " Were ready" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Were ready' I said subconsciously (a/n not good at spelling here)
Why did I just say that.
I was laying on my bed in the second bedroom. I was trying to figure out why someone was trying to contact me for the past three days. Then out of know where those two words came into my head. I was very confused and a little hungry so I decided to try and get a bite to eat. I was casually going into the living room as Mr. Dursley was ranting on and on something about no post on Sundays. I looked outside and saw 20 owls staring at me. There was a sudden rumbling noise was on the roof. Then all of the sudden letters began shooting out of the fire place. One went over Uncle Vernon's head. Another hit Dudley in the arm. As if it were instinct, Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley and I and threw us out of the room slamming the door shut. "Be ready to leave in 10 minutes" he barked Within 15 minutes they were in the car driving to somewhere "they" did not know of. A couple of days past the first night we stayed at a old run-down hotel. The next day the inn keeper told us he had about a hundred letters for a Harry Potter. Uncle Vernon made us leave immediately. Then Uncle Vernon rented a hut on an island that we had to take a boat to get to. It was almost midnight, when I suddenly realized the next day was my birthday. It was now only five minutes until I turned eleven. Four minutes. Three minutes. Two minutes. One minute. Bang. A man knocked down the door. He was huge almost giant with a great black curly beard and went by the name of Hagrid. The next day he took me away from the Dursleys. Now, I was looking for my books and supplies to go to a wizarding school. We were now getting a wand in the Ollivander's wand shop (the last thing on our list). "Hagrid ?' "Yeah" "My fathers name was James, right?" "Yeah, very respectable man, James" "Then I am going to risk sounding stupid, and ask if I had any relatives named Jess?" Hagrid did not answer the question and instead said "Harry I am going to leave you for a while and get you a birthday present." "Hagrid you don't have to " I shouted after him but Hagrid was already out the door. After trying out several wands, Mr. Ollivander came upon a wand that shot out fireworks when I waved it. Mr. Ollivander said that was the wand for me. Just as I was paying for it, Hagrid appeared at the door with a snowy white owl. I decided to name it Hedwig. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Professor McGonagall's definition of getting acquainted with the wizarding world was not what Jess and I thought it would be. Jess and I thought they would be able to stroll around Diagon Alley and meet people for the week. However, the Professor went with us and helped us buy our books and supplies and a few extra books of our choice for a birthday present. She then us it would be best if we stayed in our room for the rest of the week reading about the wizarding world. We did not protest because to be quite frank we were quite overwhelmed and decided the wizarding worlds would have to wait. It was quite strange because apparently we were famous in the wizarding world but the Professor did not talk much about it. All of the sudden two owls tapped at our window. When I opened it, a golden barn owl landed on my shoulder, while a silver gray owl landed next to Jess. The golden owl nipped at my ear affectionately, while the gray owl gave a loud hoot to draw Jess' attention. We untied the letters from our owls leg. It appeared that the owls were a birthday gift from the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He was sorry that he could not meet us, being he had a lot to do before the school year started. He also said that during the school year we shall be invited to see him in his office at any time if we had any questions. The password for his office was usually a candy or sweet. I loved the fact that I got an owl and decided to name it Snitch, a flying golden ball which is used in quidditch. I found this out from the book Professor McGonagall gave me, Quidditch through the Ages. Jess named his Poseidon, the greek god of the sea, who was known for his silver hair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ð
It was September 1. The Dursleys were nice enough to drive me to Kings Cross station. However, they were not exactly helpful when I needed to find out where platform nine and three quarters. I lucked out when I happened to meet up with quite a large family, who had been sending their kids to Hogwarts for years. The family was called the Weasleys. They had five kids with them. There was an older looking boy whose name was Percy. A set of twins , their names were Fred and George. A younger girl, Ginny, was not more than nine or ten years old. They also had a boy my age who was also a first year, his name was Ron. They helped me run through a barrier that lead to the maroon train called the Hogwarts Express. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Professor McGonagall took us to Kings cross Station early this morning. We had to go on a platform nine and three quarters. I was doubtful that there was such a thing but I did not say anything because a couple of months ago, I would have doubted there was a wizarding world. Professor McGonagall was nervous, anxious and ridged. She was in a hurry, and because of that I kind of got separated from her and Jess. The weirdest thing happened when I was lost. I was walking around, looking everywhere except where I was going and I managed to run my cart right into another boy's cart. It had a beautiful white snowy owl in it. He was lost too, so he did not seem to notice. When I apologize, he looked at me and he looked like... he looked like Jess. Then Professor McGonagall called me to where she was sitting with Jess, and I hurried away. I did not have any time to think about it until now. I wonder who he was. Professor McGonagall was nice enough to take us through the steps to get on the Hogwarts Express, safely. We were one of the first students on. That's where we are now, on the last compartment, in the Hogwarts Express.
"Er... excuse me, Do you have room for two more?" a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts Jess and I looked up and there stood a scrawny looking boy with jet black hair and a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead, standing right before us.
The name was Jess Potter everybody knew it, but nobody knew much about me except Lily, my twin sister. My foster parents and my two foster brothers and everybody else in this godforsaken planet did not know a thing about me. However, Lily was the only one I let get close to me, Lily was the only one who knew what I went through on a daily bases. Bill and Janet Landerson, my foster parents gave up on trying to figure me out at an early age, to them I was just another mouth to feed and expense to their lives that is why they never bothered to try and do the adoption thing. My foster dad had brown thick hair, pale skin, a beer belly that was quite large and brown eyes that were most of the time blood shot. He worked grungy old department store on the third floor. Bill was a workaholic during the day and an alcoholic at night. He was a different person when he drank a lot stupider and even more violent. My foster mom, owned a workout-machine factory. That is where my sister and I spent every evening, afternoon and summer since we were five. Janet was from America she had pale skin, blue eyes, brown hair which she dyed blonde every so often and she always wore this cheap bubble gum pink lipstick.
When Lily and I first moved to this undesirable place, Britain was in the middle of a hot humid summer. Janet immediately put us to work at the factory at a suburb somewhere way out of the city. It was literally a sweat shop, no windows, just a dark hot environment. Some of the other kids and workers who worked there died from dehydration. I made sure Lily and I brought water everyday. Janet would lock us and the other workers in there form 7:00 am until 8:30 pm. If Lily and I did not finish off a certain amount of work, Janet would not pack us lunch the next day. I never knew much about my parents and family . Lily was said to be named after our mother but that was the only thing anyone ever told us. We never knew how our mother and father died or if we had any aunts and uncles. It was hard the not knowing, that was the worst part of all of it. The foster care worker said we had no family left, but I was not to sure about that. Sometimes I got a feeling, a connection between a stranger of some sort. Sometimes I find myself saying a name that is only familiar by a distant memory.
Harry... Harry Potter
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Jess... Jess Potter Why does that name come to me as familiar? I started to pace around the room until I heard Uncle Vernon's shouts: "Boy, stop pacing and do something useful for a change... Go outside and weed!" I obediently went outside even though the rain was coming down hard and fast.
Jess Potter... Who is he?
This was seriously driving me crazy. I need to gather my thoughts. The grass was wet, but I still decided to lay on it.
Okay... I had a father his name was James. So where is this Jess coming from? Lily... she was my mother... but sometimes I get the feeling there are two Lilys. Then there is that connection... no wait those connections there are two... one reminds me of a soft innocent almost angelic voice and the other is kind of mysterious and independent. I doubt they're the same. Could this have anything to do with my scar...
The only thing I like about my looks is a small skinny lightning bolt shaped scar on my forehead, but many people especially the old say it is the devils mark. Yawn I managed to get myself up to go inside my cupboard and go to sleep. The cupboard is where I grew up for the past ten years. The only thing that had stopped me from going there was Aunt Petunias indecisive screams: "Boy! You cannot come in here soaked." "Uncle Vernon told me to weed the garden." "How dare you talk back to me like that, until you are dry you cannot step a foot inside this house."Just as Aunt Petunia screeched that thunder struck, the wind howled more fiercely and rain poured down harder than before.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " Jess... Jess" I whispered poking my brother awake "What," he grumbled " Go back to bed.
I swear sometimes its nearly impossible to wake him up!
I poked him more determined than before. "Bloody hell, I'm up... Im up" Jess responded a little to loud and then he nearly hollered "What!" "They're talking about us!" I whispered harshly I motioned him to the door and nearly pulled him all the way. "What-is-this-Hogwartsy-thing-about?" Bill slurred in what sounded like an Italian accent, holding a fancy envelope up in the air. "A wizarding school" Janet replied Bill rolled on the floor laughing. "Bill," Janet pleaded " Let them go... during the summer we can make money off of them and their... tricks." "Okay," Bill said and stumbled out the door " As-long-as-they-feed-Ôem."(this time his accent sounded more French) "Great! A Professor McGonagall will be coming tomorrow to pick them up." Janet said in a sugar coated voice "Think of the money we can make off those... freaks" "Bloody hell" Bill shouted as he tripped over the trash can.
I know my foster mom's only priority...... and goal...... and love in life was money. One thing is for sure, Janet was smart. However, I think this might work to our advantage...
" Lily... Lily" this time Jess poked me to get my attention I looked at my brother. He was quite handsome in the moonlight he had suave jet black hair, he was also built from lifting weights at the factory, he had strong cheek bones, a defined jaw line and the most beautiful emerald green eyes. In these ways we kind of look a like. However, we do have our differences, his scar kind of looks like a sea turtle while mine looks like an eye. " What are you staring at me for? What was that all about?" " I am not positive but I think were getting out of here. " Joy sparkled on my face. " Really?" Jess asked in disbelief " Yes " I managed to whisper His eyes lit up and danced around. All of the sudden he lifted me up and carried me back to the pile of rags and towels we used as a bed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " Professor Dumbledore! Don't you walk away form me! I know your hearing is perfect, do not pretend to be deaf." I was not about to let the headmaster of Hogwarts do anything until he answered my question. "Ah... Ms. Professor McGonagall I did not see you there" Albus Dumbledore said with a wink. "Sure... Sure your as blind as a bat, deaf as a cow and as thick as wood." I said sarcastically "We need to talk about the Potters." I continued "Oh yes they shall be reunited this year." the headmaster replied "And do you think it will be okay with them! They have not seen each other in... well ten years!" "I know... I know" Dumbledore said as his face clouded over with grief "I made a mistake splitting them, up but it was necessary at the time." "Yes," he assured himself," it was necessary.
We were both silent for a moment recalling that day. Even though many people were celebrating, it was a very chaotic day for Albus and I. We did not know how the death eaters would react, when they found out they're source of power, they're leader was gone. Dumbledore did not know if they were going to form a group and go together and try and kill the Potter triplets. It was a time for quick important decisions and no one knew what to do. It was Dumbledore who took charge and sent Jess and Lily to the muggle orphanage and Harry to the Dursleys. It had to be done for it was less likely for the Potters to be found. Triplets were not as common and could easily have been traced, it would be harder to trace a set of twins and one single boy alone. Dumbledore made sure that Jess and Lily were not spoiled and that the three of them were protected by strong magic. He had sent Jess with Lily so she could be protected because he knew the girl was powerful yet vulnerable. She needed one of her brothers to be with her. Harry was the oldest, so he decided he would be the one to be left alone at the Dursley's. "Headmaster," I said bringing him back to reality " Tomorrow... when I get them should I say anything." "No!" He said sharply " We shall let the Potter triplets come to us, they need to find out on their own!" I knew that from the headmaster's wisdom and foresight it was best not to press him on the subject. "Now... Minerva if you will excuse me, I have lots to do and and simply not enough time to do everything." "Yes... very well Albus." I said as I hurried away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
uno... dos... thres.. quatro.. cinco... ... cinco... bloody hell wet bloody hell
I was laying on the lawn while the storm poured it heart out on me all through the night. I heard somewhere that counting sheep would get you to sleep, but guess what, I did not want to count sheep. So I decided to count the freaking rain drops that fell on my stupid forehead. I also found this a perfect opportunity to practice my counting in Spanish. Unfortunately I cannot remember any numbers past five.
Okay Harry come on you can do this. Aww. Crap I guess I might as well consider myself screwed and leave this place live my life on the streets. It would work. I mean I have lost all hopes in becoming a Spanish teacher, although I never did want to become a Spanish teacher, in fact I find the subject quite dull. Well any ways , come on Harry, I know I learned how to count to twenty. Okay Harry you can do this. Uno...
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Jess... Lily... GET UP!" a very angry Janet hollered
It was late... it was about 6:30 a.m... Lily and I both knew if we were not in the kitchen in 15 minutes a beating would be in order. The twins went downstairs as their foster brothers stared up at them mischievously. Mark and Chris got up flashing them their famous sugarcoated smile, that they got from Janet. Mark was fifteen and Chris was thirteen they helped Bill, their father out at the department store. They were up to no good and I never would trust them with anything. They were always treated better, being Bill's and Janet's actual sons. To top it off, Chris liked Lily but I never let him get anywhere close to her. That was one good thing about having muscle and being mysterious no one knew what to expect and that was a threat within itself. Chris and Mark were not idiots, they know how much boxes of weights, I have to lift daily. They knew to stay out of my way, and I liked it that way, because they would not mess with me nor my sister.
I had a lot of questions on my mind about last night and I knew Lily did too, but we both knew the best thing to do would go about our regular routine and let Janet fill us in when she's ready.
Bill came in with a bright smile which was obviously covering up the throbbing pain in his head. I chuckled to think of how many aspirins he shoved down his throat this morning. Me being me, I do not miss good opportunities, especially when they come in a nicely packaged hangover. "Hi Bill!" I shouted across the room with an amused smile. Lily took the hint started clanging dishes together loudly as she put them away. Bill winced in pain. "Did you have a nice sleep, Bill!?" I hollered over the noise Lily gently pushed Bill into Janet which made Janet jump and drop the plate she was holding as it crashed to the floor. Bill winced at the noise, this time a scowl formed on his face. "Will you two get out of here before I strangle you!"Bill shouted "Mark, Chris get into the car!
Lily and I went into the living room, for we had provoked Bill enough. We knew if we went any farther he would get out the belt. Janet met us in the other room. "There will be a change in plans for today, you need to stay home and clean the house, I will be back at noon and a Professor McGonagall will come at half past to talk to us. Is that clear?" The Lily and I looked at each other and then we responded in unison: "Clear as mud, Janet." "Fine," Janet replied as she rolled her eyes "And do not forget to make some tea, this McGonagall is an important woman." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It had been three days since I had sleep in the rain and I was suffering big time. I was still recovering from a cold, I still cannot remember how to count up to 20 in Spanish and it was Dudley's birthday. However, I was surprised to find myself sitting in Uncle Vernon's car with Dudley and Dudley's best friend, Piers. We were going to the zoo. Fortunately for me Ms. Figgs, my very.... very strange baby sitter, bailed out on the last minute because she broke her leg. Uncle Vernon had no choice but to let me come on strict guidelines.
I wish Lily and Jess were here. There are those names again. Who are they??
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Jess, start the kettle." I hollered, The house was empty except for us. "Jess... Did you hear me?" "Yeah, I did" Jess whispered in my ear, as he turned me around to face him.
He had the deepest most mysterious emerald green eyes. They were different than mine. I had eyes that were full of emotion, while his were sincere, but harder to read, he did not cover up his emotion but it was just kind of unreadable. He had jet black suave hair that seemed to flow and fit his face perfectly. Mine was the same way. I managed to learn how to give us haircuts. Although many times they turned out good other times were... different. "Oh Jess," I sighed a stressed, worried look appeared on my face " What are we going to do?" "Nothing, except put the kettle on for tea" he responded with a smile
It was 11:00 a.m. and the house was cleaner than I had ever seen it. "Hey Lily," he said gently" Why don't you go to the couch and sit down, I will finish off here and in five minutes, we will talk until Janet comes." He nudges me towards the couch. I nodded and sat down
Where are we going? It does not sound like a normal school. What is a wizarding school? I have never heard of it before. I wonder if I will meet Har-
"Lily," Jess interrupted my thoughts. "Jess, what's a wizarding school?: "I don't know" "Do you think they will put us to work, there?" "I don't know" "Whose Harry?" I could see that Jess was taken back by the last question. "How do you know that name?" "I don't know Jess, its just familiar. Is it familiar to you?" "Yeah" Jess sat down. "I do not know who he is, though" he said quietly "I get the feeling this lady whose coming, might." "Yeah, maybe" his response was very distant - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
In my opinion of the zoo, its not that bad of a place.
We were in the reptile house now and little kids were running everywhere.
Somehow I feel like I belong. Like there is another language going on between the snakes that I can understand.
I walked toward a snake which Uncle Vernon and Dudley were pestering. I decided to apologize for my Uncles rude behavior, after he left. "Sorry about that mate" I told the snake
It surprised me when the snake understood me and I was even more surprised when Piers saw me conversing with the snake and I was pushed out of the way, so Dudley could see the snake. But the best surprise came when the glass disappeared and the snake escaped, nipping at Dudley's heels. Yes, I definitely liked the zoo! Even though I was locked in the cupboard for about a month as a punishment, it was well worth it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Lily, she's here, Lily" I said gently nudging my twin awake.
It was around 11:55, when Janet came home. She was humming an unfamiliar tune when she walked in. She managed to say the house looked nice, then hurried to her room to change into some more "presentable" clothing. Janet was an okay person when she was in a good mood. However, this came about rarely like when Bill got a bonus, or when she got a big customer. "Lily, come on get up." I said poking her harder.
Lily sat up sleepily and went to the mirror and lazily tried fingering her hair to get it to untangle. Bill said we did not need luxuries like brushes, clothing or anything of the sort, because we did not deserve it being only foster kids. We got Chris's old clothing. However, Janet saw Lily's tangled hair and knew it was important for them to go to this wizarding school. "This is sort of a special occasion... so as long as you don't ruin this brush, you two may use it." Janet said as she came back from her room
My sister did not need to be told twice, she always wanted to use Janet's brush, but feared a beating. With just one swift arm movement she took the brush from Janet's hand and grumbled thank you. I rolled my eyes at my sister. Just then the doorbell rang. Janet motioned us to stay in the room and fix ourselves up until she called us. A very odd looking woman came into the house, she was dressed in an emerald green cloak, square glasses and a tight bun. On her jet black button down top she wore an orange brooch that had a figure that looked similar to a griffin. She had a velvet green flowing skirt to match her robes and laced up boots. "Good morning, Ms. Landerson," the woman said briskly "Um... Good morning to you, Professor" Janet replied nervously "Please come in for some tea.
After what seemed like forever, Janet finally called for us. We walked in very calmly, for we did not know what to expect. Professor McGonagall looked quite stunned at how built and strong we looked. Janet smiled and said "Well, are you ready to take them off my hands?" "Yes, we certainly must be off." said the professor as she gathered her things "Where are we going ?" I asked curiously "Oh dear lord you did not tell them." the lady said Janet gave a weak smile. "Where are we going?" I asked again, this was getting annoying.
Professor McGonagall sat down. "Both of you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Magic. As for you question we are going to take you two to the Leaky Cauldron an inn near the wizarding world where you will stay for the next week getting yourself acquainted with the wizarding world and buy your books and supplies.
Professor McGonagall spoke up again, when she saw our very confused faces. "I am assuming you have not seen this." She held up a letter that said: Mr. Jess and Ms. Lily Potter The Laundry Room 574 Gover Street London The envelope was sealed with wax that had the Hogwarts Crest on it. I slowly opened it while Lily read over my shoulder. Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwumps, International Confed. of Wizards Dear Mr. and Ms. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress Lily and I both sat down overwhelmed by everything. "You know that's a short letter for all the information you put in it." Lily said after a while. "It also creates a lot of questions and does not give any answers." I added Professor McGonagall just laughed, out of all the things she expected and feared to hear, she was obviously entirely surprised that they would critique her letter. "Well, get you things together within 10 minutes and then we shall go." she replied Lily and I looked at each other and said in unison: " Were ready" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Were ready' I said subconsciously (a/n not good at spelling here)
Why did I just say that.
I was laying on my bed in the second bedroom. I was trying to figure out why someone was trying to contact me for the past three days. Then out of know where those two words came into my head. I was very confused and a little hungry so I decided to try and get a bite to eat. I was casually going into the living room as Mr. Dursley was ranting on and on something about no post on Sundays. I looked outside and saw 20 owls staring at me. There was a sudden rumbling noise was on the roof. Then all of the sudden letters began shooting out of the fire place. One went over Uncle Vernon's head. Another hit Dudley in the arm. As if it were instinct, Uncle Vernon grabbed Dudley and I and threw us out of the room slamming the door shut. "Be ready to leave in 10 minutes" he barked Within 15 minutes they were in the car driving to somewhere "they" did not know of. A couple of days past the first night we stayed at a old run-down hotel. The next day the inn keeper told us he had about a hundred letters for a Harry Potter. Uncle Vernon made us leave immediately. Then Uncle Vernon rented a hut on an island that we had to take a boat to get to. It was almost midnight, when I suddenly realized the next day was my birthday. It was now only five minutes until I turned eleven. Four minutes. Three minutes. Two minutes. One minute. Bang. A man knocked down the door. He was huge almost giant with a great black curly beard and went by the name of Hagrid. The next day he took me away from the Dursleys. Now, I was looking for my books and supplies to go to a wizarding school. We were now getting a wand in the Ollivander's wand shop (the last thing on our list). "Hagrid ?' "Yeah" "My fathers name was James, right?" "Yeah, very respectable man, James" "Then I am going to risk sounding stupid, and ask if I had any relatives named Jess?" Hagrid did not answer the question and instead said "Harry I am going to leave you for a while and get you a birthday present." "Hagrid you don't have to " I shouted after him but Hagrid was already out the door. After trying out several wands, Mr. Ollivander came upon a wand that shot out fireworks when I waved it. Mr. Ollivander said that was the wand for me. Just as I was paying for it, Hagrid appeared at the door with a snowy white owl. I decided to name it Hedwig. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Professor McGonagall's definition of getting acquainted with the wizarding world was not what Jess and I thought it would be. Jess and I thought they would be able to stroll around Diagon Alley and meet people for the week. However, the Professor went with us and helped us buy our books and supplies and a few extra books of our choice for a birthday present. She then us it would be best if we stayed in our room for the rest of the week reading about the wizarding world. We did not protest because to be quite frank we were quite overwhelmed and decided the wizarding worlds would have to wait. It was quite strange because apparently we were famous in the wizarding world but the Professor did not talk much about it. All of the sudden two owls tapped at our window. When I opened it, a golden barn owl landed on my shoulder, while a silver gray owl landed next to Jess. The golden owl nipped at my ear affectionately, while the gray owl gave a loud hoot to draw Jess' attention. We untied the letters from our owls leg. It appeared that the owls were a birthday gift from the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He was sorry that he could not meet us, being he had a lot to do before the school year started. He also said that during the school year we shall be invited to see him in his office at any time if we had any questions. The password for his office was usually a candy or sweet. I loved the fact that I got an owl and decided to name it Snitch, a flying golden ball which is used in quidditch. I found this out from the book Professor McGonagall gave me, Quidditch through the Ages. Jess named his Poseidon, the greek god of the sea, who was known for his silver hair. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ð
It was September 1. The Dursleys were nice enough to drive me to Kings Cross station. However, they were not exactly helpful when I needed to find out where platform nine and three quarters. I lucked out when I happened to meet up with quite a large family, who had been sending their kids to Hogwarts for years. The family was called the Weasleys. They had five kids with them. There was an older looking boy whose name was Percy. A set of twins , their names were Fred and George. A younger girl, Ginny, was not more than nine or ten years old. They also had a boy my age who was also a first year, his name was Ron. They helped me run through a barrier that lead to the maroon train called the Hogwarts Express. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Professor McGonagall took us to Kings cross Station early this morning. We had to go on a platform nine and three quarters. I was doubtful that there was such a thing but I did not say anything because a couple of months ago, I would have doubted there was a wizarding world. Professor McGonagall was nervous, anxious and ridged. She was in a hurry, and because of that I kind of got separated from her and Jess. The weirdest thing happened when I was lost. I was walking around, looking everywhere except where I was going and I managed to run my cart right into another boy's cart. It had a beautiful white snowy owl in it. He was lost too, so he did not seem to notice. When I apologize, he looked at me and he looked like... he looked like Jess. Then Professor McGonagall called me to where she was sitting with Jess, and I hurried away. I did not have any time to think about it until now. I wonder who he was. Professor McGonagall was nice enough to take us through the steps to get on the Hogwarts Express, safely. We were one of the first students on. That's where we are now, on the last compartment, in the Hogwarts Express.
"Er... excuse me, Do you have room for two more?" a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts Jess and I looked up and there stood a scrawny looking boy with jet black hair and a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead, standing right before us.