Chapter two Rescue and Magic
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Hello lovies! How are you all? Anywho just giving you a heads up, in this story it took me a while to figure out how Jess was gonna fit in. So now she will replace a couple of characters. Some will still be in, but for certain scene jess will replace them, just so I have a story. The whole story will also no just be told about her, there will be times when I write and she won't be in the scene. So yeah disclaimer time... Ps as always this story is dedicated to Owen James Green.
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 Izzy! (See couldn't get the spelling wrong if I don't write it!)
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Jess lay on the floor in-between Fred and George's beds. The room was a nice one, although a bit small, but that gave it a cosy feeling. The walls were gold and crimson, with Gryffindor signs littering the room, as well as Irish Quidditch flags and streams, giving the room a Christmas feel. Molly had always insisted that she not stay with the boys. Why? None of the three could understand. They were like brothers, the three of them. Although Jess had an inkling of a feeling that Mrs. Weasley would like very much for her to marry into the family. Unfortunately, Jess knew that see would never be able to see any of the Weasley as non platonic family members. Both boys were snoring lightly, while Jess was reading Alice in Wonderland by candle light. Quietly, the door to the twins' room opened. She looked up, fearful of being caught, only to see Ron standing there. His carrot orange hair was standing at all angles and he had his coat on.
"Fred, Jess, George?" he whispered into the dark, voice clear of sleep. Jess woke the Twins and walked to Ron.
"What's up?" Fred asked yawning while George rubbed his eyes.
"I think we need to rescue Harry."
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"Harry's leaning against the wall. Asleep." Ron called as he leant out the window.
"Wake him up then!" George said, slapping his little brother on the back, nearly making him fall out. Ron regained his balance from the back window and knocked gently on Harry's window, between the bars. Harry opened his eyes and was stunned to see his best friend staring through the bedroom window. He ran his hands though his hair, somehow making it messier.
"Ron?" He asked, confused. He felt around for his glasses and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Hi ya, Harry." Ron replied happily. Jess, didn't blame Harry for being confused. Even though she had known of the Wizarding world for 4 years now, she'd be a fair bit surprised if she saw an old, turquoise-coloured Ford Anglia floating in midair. Ron was still leaning out the back window, and George was in the back with him. Fred was sitting in the passenger's seat, while Jess was driving, or, well, flying.
"Fred? George? Jess! What're you doing here?" Harry looked far too thin, thinner than last year, which was saying something. Jess wanted to go inside and kill those damn muggles with her bare hands.
"Rescuing you, of course. Where's your trunk?" Harry gestured to the cupboard which held a large padlock.
Ron tied off a fierce knot on the bars of Harry's window and tapped Jess on the shoulder.
"Stand Back, Kid!" Jess waited for Ron to climb back into the car and she slammed on the accelerator. The Ford Anglia flied up into the air, the rope snaps tight, and - CRUNCH! - The bars were torn from the window. Bricks and bars rained down onto the lawn below, in a mangled mess.
"THE MUGGLES WOULD HAVE 'EARD THAT!" she shouted over the echo of the rubble and Fred pulled out Jess' hair, which she had held up bobby pins. He passed them to George who climbed out of the car and into Harry's bedroom. Fred followed him in. You had to hand it to them, Jess thought, as George took the ordinary hairpin and started to pick the lock.
"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred, "but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow." The lock clicked open and Harry pulled out his broom and trunk. They heard the heavy footsteps of Vernon and the Twins helped harry load the car. Fred got in the back this time and George in the front. Harry himself climbed in when...
SQUAWK!
"Hedwig!" He clambered back, grabbed Hedwig's cage and swung it onto the ledge. And then the bedroom door crashed open.
"Petunia! He's getting away!" the beast of a man shouted hoarsely from sleep at his horse looking wife. As Harry leapt for the windowsill, Vernon charged forward and grabbed his ankle. Harry tumbled out of the window, one hand gripping Hedwig's cage, the other reaching out. He caught Ron's hand at the last possible second, and everyone one in the car sighed with relief. Vernon put both hands to Harry's ankle and pulled harder. Fred grabbed Ron around the waist and pulled back. Harry hung high over the lawn, directly above the mangled steel bars and Jess had to force not to try and help him, but to keep the car steady. Harry's hand was beginning to slip from Ron's fingers.
"Hold on, Harry!" Ron cried. Hedwig was struggling furiously in his cage to get out.
"Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!" Hedwig broke free and swooped into the sky. She wheeled back and hammered her beak into Vernon's hand. He roared with rage and stumbled back, letting Ron and Fred pull Harry into the air.
"Put your foot down, Jess!" Ron yelled as they hoisted Harry into the car.
"Good Mornin', this is your Captain Darling speaking. Please keep all Boys Who Lived inside the vehicle at all times. It is currently 3 am and we should be arriving at the Burrow in three and a 'alf hours. Thank you for flying Weasley Airlines and we hope ya enjoy your flight." Jess' imitation was perfect, right down to the sickly sweet voice. Like a rocket, the Anglia sails into the stars. Harry glanced back to see Aunt Petunia and Dudley joining Uncle Vernon at the window. As Hedwig raced up, soaring just beyond the car window, Ron turned to Harry.
"By the way, Harry. Happy Birthday."
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Jess carefully lowered the Anglia through a pink sky, coming to the haphazard mess of her second home. The Burrow, which likely had originally been a 1 story house, was now 7 stories high, built around a towering central chimney. There was also a barn, and a large garden full of gnomes. Live ones of course. The car touched down in a whirling cone of dust and scatterers some chickens that had been nearby. Jess fishtailed the car to a halt, no one of my most successful landings, and the boys spilled out. She got out and helped harry with his things. Fred whispered urgently to the small group of students.
"Hurry! Let's nip inside before Mum wakes up!"
The girl and boys snuck inside, and gently closed the door. Harry stopped. Jess did too, trying to see what he did. Magical objects surrounded them: A clock displaying different spoons for each family member, showing what they were doing. A pair of needles were knitting a famous Molly sweater by themselves. It was black, meaning it was hers, and she could see that molly had subtlety added a spell making it look pinkish in the sun. And then there was a stack of playing cards that were shuffling themselves, providing a cooling breeze for Ron's aging rat, Scabbers. Jess turned to see Ron shrug and avert his eyes self- consciously.
"It's not much. But it's home." He said, looking to check the reaction of his best friend.
"I think it's brilliant!" Ron slowly grinned as he believed Harry. How could you not believe him when the kid was looking like he was in love with the house.
"WHERE... HAVE... YOU... BEEN?"