Disclaimer: I am (unfortunately) not J.K. Rowling. I do not make ridiculously large amounts of money for writing this. Also, she is such a better writer than me so…yeah.
Author's Note: This is my first ever story, and I'm a bit scatter-brained, so please no flames, just helpful criticisms:)
"This burns my very being to say but, I'm sorry for misjudging you." He shuddered.
"Did it hurt?" Remus asked curiously.
"Intensely. It was against every fiber in my being." Snape drawled.
Our eyes widened. Had Severus Snape just cracked a joke? Severus Snape? Was the world coming to an end?
"I can crack jokes!" he said indignantly.
"Of course you can," I said as patronizingly as possible.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Well," he said " should we get cracking on this memory charm issue?"
Chapter 2
"Hold it," commanded Harry, trying to inject his opinion, or so I thought.
I tried to placate him, "It's not up to you, Harry, but how about this: you can watch him to make sure-"
"I'm not trying to stop you! Would you hold on a minute?" he responded annoyed. "I don't think we should do it here, it's too dangerous. What if someone walks in?"
"Good idea, Harry," Remus said somewhat abashed that he hadn't thought of it.
"We can go to my old family home," Sirius added, "and no one will think to look there since everyone had forgotten about it. Plus it has a bunch of protections and wards, albeit dark ones, that will keep any unwanted visitors-"
"Dumbledore" "Dursleys" "Dumbledore" "Fudge" "Dumbledore" "Mum"
"-out of the house and, er, incapacitated, because if they aren't on the approved list or wish to cause any of us harm they are attacked by the wards" he continued ignoring us all.
"Onward!" I commanded, flourishing my wand as a sword.
They all stared at me.
"Okay, you lot can help me clean out all the dark things before we get to this," Sirius informed us as we entered Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
We started forward only to have Snape's next words stop us in our tracks.
"First, they can't do magic outside of school," he drawled, "and second, Dumbledore will surely realize he's missing four students."
"This is an ancient and noble house," Sirius told us, "the wards prevent any snooping, spying, and/or detecting of thingy things, and therefore let you to use underage magic."
"Thingy things?" I asked.
"Thingy things." He nodded solemnly.
They rolled their eyes.
He continued from before, "and I'm going to Gringotts tomorrow to try and arrange guardianship of you two…" he pointed at me and Harry, "…if you want…" he added uncertainly.
"Of course!" We agreed in tandem.
"So since I will become your magical guardian as well, I can take you out of Hogwarts-"
"YESSSSS!" We yelled.
After magically cleaning the entire house and changing the colors from Slytherin to Gryffindor for an hour or so, we all gathered in a now-clean sitting room to begin the process to help me 'unlock my mind' as Snape put it.
"Okay," Snape said, "Let's begin-"
"Wait!" Sirius interrupted.
"Ugh! What now, Sirius?" Remus said exasperated.
"I want to hear about the Dursley's treatment of you!" Sirius demanded of us.
Harry and I glanced at each other. He shrugged at me for a second, and then seemed to apologize with his eyes. I was confused. What does he need to apologize for? My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do. I opened my mouth to stop him but-
"Jeri wants to tell you!" he yelled then ran out of the room making some excuse about going to the bathroom.
"Chicken!" I yelled after him, annoyed.
I continued to stare out the door, knowing the rest of their eyes were now on me, expecting me to explain.
I sighed and took a seat on a chair, gathering my thoughts. I told them everything about both of us. The cupboard, the chores, the unfairness. By the end, Remus was holding back Sirius from leaving to find the Dursleys, while looking murderous himself, Snape looked appalled and was muttering about something, Ron and Hermione were both wide-eyed and she was crying, while he seemed unable to speak.
I sighed again and went to find Harry.
I finally found him in the library looking through some defense books, but they must have been dark because of the way his face was turning green.
I glanced over his shoulder and laughed.
He turned, worried I would be mad at him.
"I'm not mad at you," I said
He looked surprised for a moment then smiled and said, "I don't even know why I still get surprised. You know me best of anyone."
"Best of anyone?" I asked, bemused, "Mia would kill you for your grammer."
"and she would kill you for calling her that. She hates nicknames."
"But you guys call her Mione," I half-whined, "and anyway, she doesn't mind if I call her that, as long as it's not Herms," I faked a shudder, "THAT is an awful nickname."
He stuck out his tongue playfully.
"Oh," I snapped my fingers, "I came to get you," I darkened my voice to one I thought sounded like one of the guys from Aunt Petunia's mystery shows, "the time has come…let the mind-reading commence!"
"Commence? Who says commence anymore?" Sirius said coming into the room.
"I do!" I fake-scowled, indignantly.
"And that makes a grand total of… drumroll, please…ONE!" Sirius fake-announced.
We rolled our eyes and walked back to the sitting room.
