Listen to Your Heart

Chapter 2

Jazzi woke up early the next morning and walked over to her trunk, her back sore from sleeping on the lumpy bed. She groaned as she arched her back, stretching. She felt the satisfying pop in her spine and yawned. She opened the lid and took out the massive bag of catfood. She took the scoop from the inside and put some in Suri's dish. Then she took the water bowl and rinsed it in the sink, filled it, and put it back in the carrier. She spread a couple of outfits on the bed. She tapped her bottom lip with her finger, trying to figure out just what she wanted to wear. It would be a long train ride so she figured she'd just go comfy. Grabbing a pair of baggy jeans, a black camisole, underwear, and bra she walked into the bathroom and got under the steamy jet.

After using her favorite strawberry shampoo and conditioner, she dried herself and pulled on her clothes. She brushed her teeth and did her makeup, then pulled her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail, letting two long strands fall on either side of her face. Looking at her hair in the mirror, she saw that the purple was fading slightly into a cherry-brown, it would soon be back to light blonde. Hopefully there's some place around her new school that sold hair dye.

Opening the window to the chilly London air, she saw a hint of grey clouds forming in the still partially dark sky. She sighed and shrugged on a soft navy colored sweater over the camisole.

She was sitting on her bed writing in her journal when a knock came to her door. The taxi driver tipped his cap to her slightly, "You Jazzira?" he asked.

"Yeah I am. Nice to meet you," she said "could you wait a moment so I can finish putting the rest of the stuff in my trunk?" At his nod she smiled and threw the rest of her things back into the trunk, and got Suri into the carrier. She grabbed her small messenger bag with all of her makeup, spray, brush and everything else she'd need on the train ride and slung it over her shoulder, the strap going diagonally between her breasts. "Alright, im ready. Lets go." she smiled softly.

He returned the smile and hoisted the trunk onto a small cart. "This'll make things a little bit easier for you, love." he said. She grinned and nodded her thanks.

They made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron and she helped him stuff the trunk into the boot of the taxi. It was about a half hour ride before they made it to King's Cross station.

"Think you can manage from here, love?" he asked as he hoisted the trunk to the ground.

"I think I can get it. Thank you very much." she smiled and pulled the cart with one hand and held the carrier containing a sleeping Suri in the other.

She walked a bit longer until she found platforms nine and ten. She cocked her head to the side. "Ok. What the hell?" she asked herself. Then she saw a few younger boys walking with trunks and owls. She stepped to the side and observed.

She watched with a slightly open mouth as the boys walked fearlessly through the wall between platforms nine and ten. After all of them went through, she walked up to the wall and poked it softly. Seeing her hand go through the wall she smiled slightly. Ok, good, i'm not gonna have to make a complete fool of myself standing here wondering what to do and attempting to walk through a solid wall in front of a bunch of muggles. she thought and walked through.

Platform 9-3/4 was buzzing with life. Much more so then the rest of King's Cross. She started walking towards the Hogwarts Express. Suddenly something quite solid slammed into her, making her cart tip over, and sending her to the ground, the solid thing on top of her. She winced and looked up into a pair of small, cold, black eyes. She looked at his face and saw that he had the most disgusting teeth and breath, and that he was looking at her with those beady eyes, something more then a mere apology glinting in them.

"Well, well. Look what I've found." he said as he stood without helping her to her feet. Jazzi sighed as she stood up and brushed off her behind. She saw the guy lick his lips.

"Why don't you let me help you with that?" he said slowly as he brushed her backside with his hand. Her eyes widened and she kneed him in the groin as hard as she could. He fell to the ground with a high-pitched squeak. She heard various shouts and cheers from the students around her.

"That's what you get, Flint! You deserve it you bloody wanker!" shouted one of the boys in the crowd. "Good on you, girl!"

She smiled and looked back at the guy sprawled on the ground clutching himself and waved to the crowd. She wheeled her trunk over to the large train. With a little help from someone in front of her, she hoisted it on.

She walked down the corridor trying to find an empty compartment. Finding one that was empty towards the back of the train, she pulled the trunk inside and stashed it under the seat. She was only sitting for a few moments when the door slid open slightly, a guy with tousled red hair looked at her with a pleading expression.

"Sorry love, do you mind if we sit in here? Everywhere else is full." he asked with an even more pleading voice. She nodded, motioning for him to sit and he grinned. "Im Fred Weasley, and this is my brother, George." he said as he hauled in his trunk, a boy that looked exactly like him followed.

"Hey, aren't you that girl who kneed Flint in the goods back on the platform?" the George asked with a smirk and she nodded. "Good job! Bloody wanker's been deserving that for years, im glad somebody finally had the guts to do it." he walked in and set his own trunk next to his brother's. "What's your name, love?" he asked as he leant back in the seat, getting comfortable.

"Jazzira," she said. "You can just call me Jazzi though." she said with a smile.

"I haven't seen you around Hogwarts before, you new?" Fred asked kindly.

"Yeah, I am actually. I'm transferring from a school in the US." she said.

"Oh? Why is that?" asked George.

"Well.." she started. "My uncle is a professor at Hogwarts, and my parents got killed a couple of days ago, so I really had no choice but to come here." she said. They both gave her sympathetic looks.

"Im sorry to hear that, Jazzi." Fred said.

"Yeah, that's terrible." George said with a sad look on his face. "Who's your uncle?" he asked after a minute. She sighed and looked at them sheepishly.

"I doubt he's a professor you like, if he treats his students the way he treats me." she said. "Serverus Snape." Both boy's jaws dropped.

"No bloody way!" they shouted in unison.

"That greasy git is your uncle?" Fred asked, aghast "I am so sorry!" he said as he jumped onto her seat and hugged her. Jazzi laughed.

"Well its not that bad really, I mean when I don't see him. I only used to see him for about a week out of every year when my dad invited him to visit, but I guess I'll be seeing a lot more of him now, the Ministry has placed me in his care." she sighed. Fred and George looked at eachother with knowing looks.

"Well then Jazzi, we're gonna have to find someplace else for you to stay. I wouldn't wish any living thing to be with Snape for more then a class period." George said. Fred nodded in agreement.

"Now im sorry love, but we're gonna have to leave you for right now. Our quidditch captain wanted to speak with the team about our practice schedule this year, and he'll kill us if we don't find him quick." he said putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You gonna be ok without us?" George asked putting his hand on her other shoulder.

"Yeah I'll be fine, thanks. Gosh, I've only known you two for about three minutes and you're already starting to act like brothers." she laughed, swatting their hands away. "I'll be fine, seriously. I'm pretty sure that Flint guy will be smart enough not to mess with me again." she grinned mischievously "or any other male who was present." Fred and George laughed.

"Ok then." they gave her two identical grins and walked out of the compartment. "See you later!" they shouted from the corridor. She waved and settled back into the seat, closing her eyes for a short nap.