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.
Turning around, Tess saw the fuming face of her Aunt Sara. She was a woman, in her late 30's with brown hair and worried brown eyes.
"Hey….Mom." Johnnie nervously said.
Sara's face turned to a concerned motherly look. "Are you two ok? Please tell me you're ok!"
"We're fine!" Tess exclaimed.
"We're ok." Johnnie said.
"Good." Sara said, placing a hand on their ears, before pulling them in the car by their ears. "THEN WHAT WERE YOU TWO KNUCKLEHEADS THINKING?!"
In the car ride, the atmosphere was so cold, Antarctica seemed like Hawaii. Not to mention, Johnnie and Tess' ears were still throbbing from Sara's pull and her nails. The reason that they were using a car the regular way was because American wizards prefered to live what Tess called, "A wizard's life in a no magic world."
"Jonathan Spencer Crosswell!" Sara exclaimed as she was driving, her knuckles white. "In all my years as your mother, I expected more out of you! You stole my moped without asking me and you have no license in the matter! And as for you Quintessa, for 5 years, I have done my very best to raise you!" The car parked in the garage and the family walked to the apartment in the wizarding neighborhood in the Upper West Side. "Have I been perfect? No. Do I know a single thing about children? NO! Should I have picked up a book on parenting? PROBABLY!" She stopped midway, in opening the lock with the keys, since Sara was a Squibb. "Wait, where was I going with this? I had a point."
"Sorry." Johnnie said meekly.
"We love you, Aunt Sara." Tess said.
"Well I love you too!" Sara exclaimed, opening the door and running to the fridge, grabbing a Raven eclair. "I had to leave work early!" She swallowed the treat whole. "See this? Stress eating! Because of you, Tess! Come on, Tituba!" She gestured to the black cat who was sitting on the couch. "This pasty is freaking good!" Johnnie and Tess looked at each other before going to the room that they shared.
"You better make this up to Mom before she eats everything in the fridge." Johnnie warned his cousin as he was putting away his jacket.
"Yeah, uh huh." Tess replied absentmindedly, from her pamphlet of broom races.
"And you learned your lesson right?" Johnnie asked.
"Wha?" Tess asked finally looking up to her cousin. "Oh yeah, totes."
Johnnie however, wasn't convinced. "You're gonna sneak out aren't ya?"
"Johnnie." Tess said. "The next race isn't for another 12 hours and besides, you know me. I'll be in and out." She was about to go to the kitchen but Johnnie grabbed the collar of her jacket.
"When are you gonna start doing something with those magical talents of yours?"
Johnnie asked her, tapping her head.
"What?" Tess asked. "Go to Pig Skin School? So I can become one of those British stiffs? Besides, I have my own job here. And that job is to support the family."
"Tess." Johnnie began. "You don't think I haven't noticed that we've had major bad luck over the years? Sure it was rough finding a place we could afford in this city and since Mom's a squibb…"
"That's my point, Johnnie." Tess countered. "Magical Congress doesn't like Squibs. No one does except for us. It's a miracle they let Sara in as a worker for the Department of International Magical Cooperation after all the jobs she got rejected or fired from and every day she works so hard. Here we are, trying to get money for all of us to have food and clothes and heat."
"Tess, I already have a job." Johnnie said. "And when you're old enough, you can get one too."
"Johnnie." Tess said sternly. "It's hard enough affording your tuition. Ivermorny is still one of the hardest in the country to stay in." In Wizarding America, it was different from Britain because you actually had to pay to go to school, for your dorms, clothes, and electricity. And it never came cheap.
"We can get money our own way." Johnnie said. "But not through illegal things. That's what Dad would say."
Tess groaned. "Guess what? Uncle Mike isn't here. Which means it's up to us." Tess or Johnnie never knew Michael Crosswell. He died when the first Wizarding War happened.
The next day, when Tess woke up and had some breakfast, she was greeted by her Aunt Sara.
"Morning." She sat down as Sara put down the newspaper.
"I want to talk to you Tess." Sara said to her niece. "Tess, I thought you were turning things around. What is this? Is this really what you want your life to be? You keep acting out, when you have the maturity and potential to do so much more."
Tess laughed. "You still want me to go to Pig Zit School in England? Forget it.
"I know you think that you should be alone in your life.."
Tess put her hand up. "Please stop Aunt Sara. I don't wanna hear anything about it."
Sara groaned. "What would your mother say?"
"I don't know." Tess said as she washed dishes. "She's gone. She died when I was 6, remember?"
About an hour later, Johnnie had gotten to work and Tess had taken a shower and was wearing a blue t shirt, her leather jacket, black jeans, a belt that dropped at her waist, and black combat boots.
"Tess?" Sara asked, dressed in her work clothes.
"Yeah?" She asked back.
"I have to go to work but first…" Sara trailed off. "I wanna take you to a broom race."
That got Tess' attention as she rushed out with excitement. "Really?"
Sara sighed. "I can't stop you from going, but I'm not gonna let you go alone."
"Sweet!" Tess said. "You rock Auntie!"
As Sara prepared the Floo network, she asked her niece, "Where is it?"
"Manhattan, 42nd Street." Tess told her. They went inside the green flames of the Floo, spiraling to that destination. But by the time, they landed, Tess looked around to see that they didn't go to Times Square.
They had landed in the United Kingdom's Ministry of Magic.