When Jazz woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't in her bed. She remembered falling asleep on the couch the night before, but she hadn't had a blanket on her, and the television had been on. Sitting up, she looked around, and heard noises coming from the kitchen.

She blinked, getting up off the couch and leaving the blanket there. She walked into the kitchen, figuring it must have been Petunia, and ready to wish her hell-relatives a good morning.

The person in the kitchen was NOT Petunia.

Jazz screamed in fright. It wasn't that the woman in the kitchen looked frightening, though- no, quite the opposite, actually. She was plump and red-haired, cooking breakfast. Upon hearing Jazz scream she turned around.

"Oh, dear, I'm not going to hurt anyone!" she exclaimed, trying to calm the 13-year-old down.

"W-who ARE you?!" Jazz asked, thoroughly freaked out.

"My name's Molly Weasley, dear." The woman said, "Harry contacted me and asked me to come by."

Jazz's eyes widened. Harry had sent an owl with a letter to someone named Weasley- apparently it had gotten there pretty fast.

Jazz fell silent as she suddenly heard voices coming from the stairs.

"Well I don't KNOW, Vernon- I heard her scream!" Petunia's voice reached them. They were coming towards the kitchen!

Jazz looked around, worrying, "You have to hide! If Harry's aunt and uncle see you, we're all dead! "

Mrs. Weasley looked confused, but Jazz pushed her out the back door, "Stay there!" Luckily, the woman cooperated and Jazz looked around the kitchen. Knives were moving on their own, chopping up vegetables. Surprised, Jazz grabbed them, stopping their movements and laying them down on the counter. No other utensils seemed to be magically moving on their own, and that was a good thing, since just as Jazz picked up one of the knives to make it look like she was the one cooking, Petunia and Vernon made it to the kitchen.

"Jazzmine? Are you alright?" Petunia asked, looking around, "Are you cooking?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Petunia." Jazz flashed her a smile, "And, um, yes. I thought I could save you the trouble of cooking for Danny, Harry, and I, since I know you probably wanted to go out today as well."

Petunia smiled at the girl, "That's very sweet of you. Yes, we were going to go out today. We'll be gone most of the day- we'll probably be home around five."

"Okay." Jazz smiled, pretending to be a sweet, obedient little child. The whole thing made her gag- Petunia and Vernon were such awful caretakers.

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" Petunia asked, "I heard you scream."

"Scream?" Jazz asked, finally seeing a chance to get back at her not-aunt and not-uncle, "I didn't scream."

Petunia blinked, "But I-"

"You must be hearing things, Aunt Petunia." Jazz said, "I didn't hear anyone scream."

Petunia glanced at Vernon, who shrugged, and then shook her head, "Yes, I must…"

"Could've been the ghosts, though." Jazz said with a smile, turning back to the vegetables that Mrs. Weasley's magically-enhanced knives had been chopping.

Jazz didn't need to be facing Petunia and Vernon to know that Petunia had turned as white as a sheet.

"W-well, we'll just get Dudders up and then go." Petunia said, "Vernon, go get Dudley."

"But-"

"Vernon!" Petunia shrieked, and Vernon ran from the room as fast as he could. Petunia sunk into a chair.

"Jazzmine, make that 7. We'll be home by 7." She left some money on the counter, "Order something for dinner for the three of you, will you?"

Vernon practically pushed an exhausted looking Dudley into the room, and Petunia nodded, heading for the front door, "Off we go then. We'll be back later, Jazzmine."

Before Jazz could say a thing, the Dursleys had left to do more vacationing. Jazz put the knife down and started laughing. Man, those three were SO much fun to fool around with!

She hurried over to the back door and let Mrs. Weasley back in, apologizing.

"That's alright, dear." Mrs. Weasley smiled at her. Taking her wand out, she waved it and the knives flew back to work. Jazz's eyes widened at the display of magic. Sure, she'd seen the knives working on their own before, but she'd been slightly preoccupied at the time.

"Told you so." Harry's voice said from the doorway.

Jazz turned in his direction. He was leaning on the side of the doorway, looking tired. (It was no wonder, really- it was about 8 AM.) "I guess you did."

"Oh, Harry, come here." Mrs. Weasley said, putting her wand down and hugging the boy.

"Thanks for coming, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said with a smile as the woman fussed over him. Jazz had to smile at the scene- it seemed that Harry did have someone who cared about him and his wellbeing, even if it was someone who wasn't related to him.

"Of course!" Mrs. Weasley said, "Arthur will be over shortly- he's just getting the kids settled at home."

Harry nodded, "Okay."

"Well, sit, sit!" Mrs. Weasley said, "Let me finish making your breakfast, then I understand there's a young muggleborn wizard we're taking shopping?"

"Oh, Danny!" Jazz said, surprised, "I'll go wake him!" She ran from the room, leaving Harry and Mrs. Weasley there.

"Yeah." Harry answered the woman, "For some reason, Professor Dumbledore thought that I'd be able to explain things to him well enough, when I can't actually do any magic."

Mrs. Weasley frowned, "Well, that's odd. They usually have a teacher for every muggleborn. I wonder what happened."

Harry shrugged, "I've got no idea."

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand again and some plates flew out of the cabinet, "Oh, Harry, you may want to tell your cousins that the sausages in there have gone bad. Jumped out like they were alive and ran around the kitchen a few times." She shook her head.

Harry laughed, "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. If I'd known you were coming so quickly, Danny'd have put them away."

"It's fine, it's fine." Mrs. Weasley smiled as Jazz dragged a ruffled and exhausted Danny into the room.

"Mrs. Weasley, this is my brother, Danny. Danny, this is Harry's friend, Mrs. Weasley." Jazz introduced them.

Danny yawned and waved, "Hi."

"Hello there, dear." Mrs. Weasley smiled.

XXXX

Mr. Weasley came along sometime after breakfast, appearing in the backyard accompanied by a sound similar to a gunshot. Jazz jumped and Danny bolted out of his half-asleep state.

"What was that?!" Danny asked.

"Oh, that's just Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said, heading to the backdoor to let him in.

"He apparated." Harry explained, "Sort of like teleporting. That's the sound made when you appear."

Danny grinned- obviously, finally, full awake, "That's awesome!"

Harry smiled.

"Arthur, this is Jazzmine and Daniel." Mrs. Weasley said, "Jazz, Danny, this is my husband, Arthur Weasley."

Jazz smiled, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Weasley."

"It's no problem, no problem." Mr. Weasley smiled, "Well, are we about ready to go? We have lots of shopping to get done."

Jazz picked up the money Petunia had left them on the counter and counted it up, "Wow." She blinked, "Either your aunt has no idea how much $100 is, or she's rich. This was just money she left us for dinner." She told Harry.

"She was scared out of her mind when she gave you the money, though." Harry reminded her, "She probably just grabbed it out of her purse and threw it on the counter without looking at it."

"Between this and the money Mom left us for emergencies, I think we'll be fine." Jazz said, pulling that money out of her pocket, "When she gets home we'll have to explain the whole thing, but we'd have to do that anyway."

Harry nodded and handed the $100 bill back to Jazz, "You'll have to get that changed to Wizard money when we get there, but I think it should cover it."

Danny looked between the two of them, but didn't say anything.

"So, are we ready to go?" Arthur asked, "We're walking- it's not far from here."

Harry blinked, "Huh? Diagon Alley is in England."

Mrs. Weasley chuckled, "Harry, dear, there are many wizarding shopping areas all over the place. You didn't think that all of the American witches and wizards apparated to Diagon Alley when they went shopping, did you?"

Harry frowned, "Oh, I guess I never thought of that."

"There's a wizarding shopping street right in town." Mrs. Weasley said, "As soon as we got your letter we went looking for one, and we found it." She smiled, "Alright, let's go."


Ugh, short. Honestly, I was planning for this chapter to go through to the end of their shopping, but I went to write it and realized that I really didn't feel like writing the shopping today. I don't want to give you guys a sub-par experience, so I decided to just post the chapter (since it's been months) and work on the shopping later.

I am sorry about the delay, by the way. I hope this was worth it.

Honestly, this feels kind of filler-y to me, but that's because I'd planned for it to be longer. As it stands, it looks like about four or five more chapters until Danny gets to Hogwarts, depending on how the rest of the chapters go.

Also, I want to let you know that even if I leave this thing stagnant for months I haven't given up on it. I will see it through to the end, no matter how long it takes. So, if it looks like I haven't posted a chapter in awhile, send me a message or something- I'm probably working on it. That being said, I hope this chapter was okay, and see you all soon.

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