You should all know what goes on in the Disclaimer thing and I'm only going to put it up once. Because believe it or not: I Do Not Own Harry Potter! Only my OC's and maybe the plot since I've never seen it yet.
For all you new comers to the Jet Black series I would like you to know that this is in fact the fourth installment to the Series. Now, you don't have to read the other three stories, but if you come across a name or a reference to something its probably in one of the other stories. And you can tell if its a part of the series because they all have Reality in the title.
For all of you who have been with me since, well, wither of the toehr three stories. I would like to welcome you to the newest of the Jet Black series. Hello to all of you, and please keep up those reviews that usually brings a smile to my face.
Scout: First one to review, as usual. And you will not cry. At least I hope you don't. That would be bad. But here, first chapter goes to you.
Dumbledore's eyes were closed; but for the strange angle of his arms and legs, he might have been sleeping. Harry reached out, straightened the half-moon spectacles upon the crooked nose, and wiped a trickle of blood from the mouth with his own sleeve. Then he gazed down at the wise old face and tried to absorb the enormous and incomprehensible truth: that never again would Dumbledore speak to him, never again could he help...
I wiped my eyes as I read the last few chapters of the Half Blood Prince. I never actually expected Dumbledore to die. In fact, I never actually expected to read the Harry Potter books to find out the tragic truth. But then Mrs. Holt had to go and make the class have a reading goal of at least six books. Damn woman. But I'm glad she did it, cause then I wouldn't have found my love for reading. I mean, I've read a lot over the years, but reading about Harry Potter's life kinda made me crave for more. Kinda like with my Oreo and French Fry Addiction, or Battery's Finding Nemo fascination.
I should probably introduce myself to those of you who have never even bothered to take the time and read my mind. Wait, you probably can't do that right, yeah forget that I ever said that and I'll just go on.
My name is Jet Black. Or Ma, Blue, and any other funky name you can come up with, just yell it out and I'll answer. My life has been rather exciting over the past three or four years. Ya know, meeting characters of the book The Outsiders, going back in time, and going to a Camp that didn't even have a lake. Yeah, but other then that, I'm your normal girl...I guess? I keep my black hair with electric blue highlights at the ends in my trademark french pigtailed braids. I wear t-shirts like any other person, and hoodies like any other cold person. I wear baggy jeans, cargo shorts, and love my Converse to death. So basically, I kinda dress like a guy, but make it so that its feminine all the same. I'm an Art Freak, and have had many compliments on all of my artwork. I have a problem with girls who dress like Slores (sluts and whores) and steal other peoples boyfriends. My friends and I call them Bimbo'd Barbie Whores. Its our own creation. Shall I introduce you to my partners in crime, and also the pains in my ass.
Orange Miller. Yes his name is actually Orange. It was because his hair was like an orangish color when he was born. Either that or his mother was on crack at the time. At least that's what he believes. He is the sensible one of the group. Stays calm most of the time, and almost never loses his temper unless I've annoyed him to all hell. His hair used to be that orangish color, but he changed it to my natural hair color: Mahogany brown. He keeps it kinda short, but not short enough that he can't spike it like he always does. He dresses like me, but isn't obsessed with Oreos, French Fries, or All Stars.
Jason Drester. But we call him Battery for a reason. He energized...all the freakin time. He's the guy you go to when you want to get a sugar high, especially since he became addicted gummy worms last year. He needs to be kept in line constantly because he's always getting out and wandering into trouble. Me and him fight over nothing and everything, we speak the same things at the same time, which pisses me off like no other, and he's the bestest friend anybody could ask for. He grins for no apparent reason at random times during the day, and during tragic moments in other peoples lives, without even knowing he's doing it. He's got shaggy blond hair, that's gotten darker since summer has past over a month ago and bright green that get even brighter when he's either arguing with me or getting high on gummy worms. Battery is like my long lost not blood related twin to say in the least, and I love him to death for it.
Just not right at this moment in time.
"Battery! Give it back this instant!" I tried to reach for the sixth Harry Potter book being held over my friends head, his height giving him an advantage over me.
"Say the magic word Jet, and I'll let you have it." Battery grinned, and I felt like ripping that grin off his face and putting it in a blender. I told you that I love him like my twin brother, but sometimes, I need to be harsh.
"Battery, if I say please your still not going to give it to me so what in the hell's the point here."
"Hey, your right!"
I sighed and jumped once more, my arms barely reaching the spine of the book before I gave up and turned towards the kitchen. My sister April was letting me live with her till I graduated from high school, and then us Three Musketeers were going to find an apartment and share the rent. April's been having major mood swings lately, and has been bursting into tears at different times during the day, and then seconds later yelling at me for changing the channel when she wasn't even watching the TV. It's because she found out that she was pregnant four months ago...And Brenton, her husband, isn't the father. Ape hasn't told him that she was having an affair, or that my niece or nephew isn't his, but if she doesn't tell him it's not my problem. Its her life and she can deal with it herself. Those are the exacts words she told me when I found out about her little fling.
I sigh once more, just thinking about the whole ordeal, and reach into the fridge, pulling out a large package of colorful gummy worms. I whistle a tune as I walk back into the living room. Battery's right where I left him: On the coffee table, his eye rooted to the doorway of the kitchen since he heard the wrapper of a candy package. His eye home in on the bag in my hand and immediately jumps off the table and starts towards me, the Harry Potter book still in his left hand.
"Nuh-uh. These are not for you." I say while ripping off the colorful paper that indicated that the candy was gummy worms and that they were two dollars.
"...But?..." He looks between the book, and me who's pulling a worm out of the bag and getting ready to put it in my mouth.
Just as I'm about to let it slide into home he says desperately. "I'll give you your book if you give me my GW's." That's his shortened word for Gummy Worms.
I pull the worm away from my mouth and look thoughtful. "...Naw, you can keep the book. Besides, I bought these Gummy Worms with my own money. And don't you have any in that stash of candy you have in my room?"
He shakes his head, desperation for the candy becoming more apparent as he inches forward. I'm betting that his hands are itching to reach out and grab the bag of candy and run for his life. But that isn't exactly what he does. I'm always on my toes with Battery, expecting him to do something drastic.
Instead of doing what I thought he would, he pounces on me, making me fall backwards on to the couch as I gave out an undistinguished cry.
"Not fair Bat!" I yell out as I hide the gummy worms behind my back and reach around his own back for the HP book.
"It is too fair Jet, you did this to me last week when I wouldn't give you back that other book!" His right arm reaches under my back and searches for the bag of candy.
I give up trying to reach for the book and pull on Battery's hair, and stick my tongue out. Yes I know, very Mature, I've been told many times.
Before I can even react, he releases the book and grabs onto my tongue between his thumb and forefinger. I don't even both trying to pull his hand away because he's just going to take my tongue with him. Believe me, I've learned from very painful experiences. Instead, I grab a hold of his lower lip, which he just got pierced the week before, and pull. But hey, we're both in pain because he convinced me to get my lower lip pierced at the same time he did, and he's pulling at my tongue which is making me have to stretch my mouth wide so my ring doesn't get ripped out.
And this was how Orange found us. He's used to finding us in these positions when he gets home, He says he should get us a baby sitter but hasn't put the threat to great use just yet.
"Guys, would you both knock it off." He says while putting grocery bags down by the door and closing it.
Both me and Battery manage to whine the same thing without muffling it. "But Orange he/she started it."
His eyebrow raises as he looks at us. "I don't care who started it, all I care about is if you rip out your lip rings and you'll be bleeding all over the place. Ape'll have a heart attack and we'll have an early labor goin on while she either cries her eyes out because the couch is stained or murder you both because the couch is stained."
I stop pulling on Battery lip and he stops pulling on my tongue, but neither of us let go.
Orange rolls his eyes, "Battery give her her book back, and Jet, at least share the Gummy Worms with him before he rips your tongue out with anticipation." And he said that without even looking at what we were hiding. He knows us so well.
I growl at Orange. Why is it that I always have to share my Gummy Worms with Battery, nut whenever Battery buys French Fries or Oreos he can eat them all without giving me one?
"No." Came forth from the space between Battery's fingers and around his hand and over to Orange's ears.
"Jet, don't do this right now. I'm not in the mood. Battery might be, but I'm not." Orange's demanding voice never even phased me.
"Nopeth." My eyes were glinting with amusement as Orange launched him self on top of Battery, pulling the book away from him and then jumping off the couch.
Battery let go of my tongue and I let go of his lip, he rolled off the couch and stared at Orange expectantly. Whenever Orange did this, he made it into a game of some kind.
"Whoever can get this book away from me first, can keep the Gummy Worms without protest from the other opponent."
Battery and I exchanged glances before tackling Orange to the ground. The book was forgotten as Orange flipped me so I was under him while Battery tried pinning Oranges arms behind his back. I glanced over at the book, noticing a stray light from that region. The open Harry Potter book was glowing. And if that wasn't strange enough, things were being sucked towards it. Small things at first, the forgotten Gummy Worms, loose pieces of paper, a magazine. But then bigger things started disappearing between the pages.
I prodded the still wresting boys who were now next to me. "Guys! We have a major problem going on right now!"
"What...Is...It Jet?" Orange struggled from the headlock Battery had him in.
"The book seems to be sucking anything and everything into it." I said as calmly as I could, because I was slowly being pushed towards the book, skidding a few inches then coming to a stop.
The two boys finally looked over at me, watching me go another two inches, only a foot away from the book.
Battery released Orange and they both stood up, as they did, the wind picked up in the room and now all three of us were being pushed towards the book at an alarming rate. I pass the Armoire housing the TV and hold on to dear life, Orange grabs onto my waist, and then Battery holds onto my legs, all three of us dangling in the air by the force of the suction.
"I don't think I can hold on any longer." I gasp out. It was becoming exceedingly harder to breath.
"Just hold on Jet, please hold on." Battery pleads. "I don't wanna Die!"
"Oh that's nice Battery, think about only yourself at a time like this. All three of us might die if she lets go." Orange looks up and me and narrows his eyes. "Don't you dare let go!"
My fingers slip and before they let go completely, all you could hear was a lone 'Sorry!'