Author's Note: Alright, Here it is A Flashback chapter. Oh! This is Jade by the way! Yep, I like it…
Chapter 2: First Goodbye
Two months earlier, back in September...
Two girls were walking slowly on a platform. A scarlet steam engine was slowly puffing out smoke behind them as they turned to face each other. They both had tears in their eyes, though each girl hid them in their own way. One was scratching her face and the other was "fixing" a contact. As the steam engine gave a particularly loud whistle on of the girls chose to speak.
"Jem, Please don't do anything rash! Please don't blow up a toilet!"
The younger, but taller girl chose at that moment to grin wolfishly at the older woman, eyes flashing with mischief . "Oh come on Aly, Its just a toilet!"
" I don't care if its Harry freakin Potter! NO BLOWING UP TOILETS!"
A group of people who were passing stared at them strangely. Jem noticed one of them had dark hair. Could that be Harry Potter? She thought. He was surrounded by people with flaming red hair. She has always liked red hair. She thought it was sexy. She started to giggle.
"Jem! It's almost eleven. You have to go! I'll see you sometime soon! Owl me when you get there! Tell me what house you get put in!"
Jem waved her hand over her shoulder, already boarding the Hogwarts Express. She glanced over her shoulder, took in the sight of Aly, felt tears come to her eyes and grinned a trademark grin, a slightly wolfish smile.
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George Weasley was walking beside his twin, both were trying to smuggle in there Weasley Wizard Wheezes supplies right under their Mum's nose. And Blimey was it difficult. It was almost as if she suspected something of them. That wasn't very nice. I mean they weren't that bad.
They passed a group of girls, one that looked about a fourth year and the other looked out of school age. They were saying goodbye. A smirk crossed his face when he heard the older one scream," I don't care if It's Harry freakin Potter! NO BLOWING UP TOILETS!" Harry was staring at them. The younger one grinned a rather wolfish smile. It looked vicious.
"Fred! George!" George glanced around till he saw their friend Lee Jordan, dreadlocks flying, hurrying towards them waving a hand.
"Lee! You're looking good!" Fred gave his friend a hug before he said goodbye to Mum. George gave her a hug before he got stuck behind that girl. The one who wanted to blow up a toilet. Nice move. She went into a compartment. One where Ron. Harry, and Hermione went into.
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Aly was still standing there waving like an idiot as the train pulled out of the station. There was her little sister going off to school. She sighed and turned around to see the mother of the redheads staring at her.
"You look too young, To have a daughter that old…"
"She's not my daughter. She's like a little sister, I'm her legal guardian though…"
Aly smiled at her before she had to head to school. She was going to a muggle college in Berlin. She was undercover for the ministry, trying to sort out witches and wizards from the muggles. And It was hard. It took her a week to find one witch. With Jem gone maybe she could get more work done. That and if Percy Weasley would stop asking about Jem every five minutes. It's getting frustrating and a little creepy.
She disapparated from the train station, and landed in her dorm. She glanced at the desk and saw a picture of Jem. This was going to be hard.
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Now that the train ride was over, Jem had made friends with Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. They were very nice and were interested in her American upbringing. They honestly had never heard a drawl before, so she amused them.
They were riding in the horseless carriages and Jem was slightly nauseous. She had to meet the headmaster and the heads of the houses before the start of the term feast so she could be sorted into her house. She was hoping for Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.
"Jem Arriaga? Please follow me."
A smart, severe looking woman with black hair in a tight bun beckoned for the girl. She cast a worried look at the trio before she started walking, rather quickly, until she was in an abandoned classroom with a rickety old stool in the center of the room and an old patchy hat on top.
"Miss Arriaga, I want you to place that hat on your head, and sit on the stool."
An old man with a super long silver beard gestured to the hat and on shaking legs she picked the hat on and sat down.
Where should we put you? A voice inside her head asked her. Courage. A great mind. Ravenclaw? That could be good. But, The courage you have outweighs your smarts. I say Gryffindor!
A look of pure relief washed over Jem's face as the woman with the bun smiled.
"You'll be in my house. My name is Minerva McGonagall."
Before she knew it, Jem was sitting at the Gryffindor table by the trio. The feast was over and they were on their way back to the Gryffindor tower.
"Jem, What year are you in?" asked Hermione was they slowly trudged up to the girls dormitories.
"Oh, Fourth."
Jem didn't remember Hermione's answer when they got the fourth years dorm she crawled into her bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.