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After waking up in a pleasant mood, I remembered the date, and the fact that my day's of sleep-in's are over.

Bloody wonderful, now as well as being dubbed as a crazy person at school, I'm also going to be cranky, making me 99.9% more likely to murder someone, which, to be totally honest wouldn't be too bad. I mean, I'm at a crucial stage of my growing up, this is around about the time most children try new things. Sure, murder isn't at the top of most people's lists, but what can I say, I'm different.

After getting my self up and changed I met Fred and George at the top of the stairs, they were muttering something to each other about bewitching their trunks to go down the stairs. This sounds like a fabulous opportunity if you ask me, a little bit of danger will do me good.

"Can I sit on one of them, when they go down?" I asked, "Please? Pleasey?"

They both looked at me, considering it for a moment. Fred shrugged his shoulders.

"What could go wrong?"

"Errr, she could break her neck," George said, scowling, "so, no. No you can't."

"You've gotten so boring since you've gotten a girlfriend." Fred said, exasperated.

"No I haven't, I just happen to still want a girlfriend, one that's alive, come tomorrow."

Fred rolled his eyes as he flicked his wand in the direction of the two trunks, successfully bewitching them and sending them down the stairs.

After a moment or two a loud 'Thunk' echoed up the stairs, followed by a female screaming.

There was a lot of commotion before Molly charged up the stairs, taking two at a time, screaming at the top of her voice.

"- YOU COULD HAVE DONE HER SERIOUS INJURY, YOU IDIOTS-"

"For once I had nothing to do with this." I stated, bringing my hands up in front of me, palms facing her, I nodded in the direction of my trunk, which still stood beside my legs to show I was telling the truth.

Molly nodded her head once, and motioned for me to leave before fixing her famous glare on the twins once more.

The twins, for once, didn't flinch away from her stare, because they were too busy gawking at me, as I sat on my own trunk; that was positioned at the edge of the staircase, saluted them and pushed off.

"JESSICA WHESTONE! GET YOUR-" Molly's voice echoed from above before it came too quiet to hear above the screams of Sirius' Mother.

"- FILTHY HALF-BREEDS, BESMIRCHING THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS-"

I landed at the bottom of the stairs in one piece, giggling madly.

Remus and Sirius stood next to the portrait of Mrs Black, desperately trying to close the curtains to shut her up.

When I entered they looked around and grinned as if remembering a happy memory.

"You two should try that sometime, it's enough to blow the wrinkles off your face!"

Mrs Black looked at me with fury as I spoke, as if talking was suddenly a crime; she hated me and Hermione with vengeance, as we are "Mudbloods".

"Hello beautiful, see you're pleased to see me."

"MUDBLOODS! SCUM! CREAUTRES OF DIRT!" she screamed in response.

"You're such a flirt, Mrs B, I've told you, I have a boyfriend!"

"Can you not provoke her? Just for one day, please?" Sirius panted, as he struggled to close the curtain.


Molly ran down the stairs in a state of panic after realising the time. She quickly counted the heads of all the children stood around her in the narrow hallway. "4, 5-" She stopped, her lips pursed as she looked around for the last two children that should be stood here with us.

"WILL YOU GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!" Molly bellowed up the stairs.

Mrs Black's portrait continued to howl in rage, but nobody was bothering to close the curtains over her anymore.

Harry and Hermione, the two who had been missing from the headcount earlier made their way down the stairs soon after. Both Harry and Hermione were dragging their trunks and pets after them

Before long Molly had us all separate into groups, groups that we would be travelling to Kings cross station in.

It takes roughly twenty minutes to reach kings cross station on foot, so once I got inside the station I let out a breath of air, whole heartedly praising Merlin and his baggy Y-fronts that I didn't have to walk for much longer, I was half temped to fall to the floor and kiss it, but 1) I thought that would be to over dramatic, and 2) well…

I was stuck with Mad-eye, you see. He had everyone's luggage piled up high on a large trolley. I was stuck with him mainly because Molly no longer trusted me around Muggle's, which, in my opinion at least, it completely stupid. I am half Muggle after all.

Moody had a porter's cap pulled low over his mismatched eyes, making him (if you ask me, and you should, I'm hilarious) look like a crazy person.

As we walked through the crowd, when we were on our way to the platform, I had a huge urge to say "you were so much younger looking and nicer on the internet."

Just to see what the Muggle's would say. But I contained myself. I honestly feel I deserve a medal.

I giggled to myself once the images of horrified and angry Muggle faces filled my head.

"What are you gigglin' about? Nothing Illegal going through your head, I hope," he growled, probably looking at me through the hat with his magic eye.

It had been the second time he'd spoken to me, while on out little day trip. The first being when we left and he had told me not to draw attention to ourselves. It wouldn't have mattered if I had a large penis growing on my forehead; he's the one that would draw attention.

Well… maybe people would look at me, but that doesn't matter right now.


Anyhow, once through the platform and standing next to the Hogwarts express Molly, after catching sight of us, gave out a visible sigh of relief.

"Oh good!" she said, sounding relieved, "here's Alastair and Jess with the luggage, look…"

"All okay," Mad-eye muttered to Molly and Tonks, "I don't think we were followed."

"And did Jess behave herself?" Molly asked, mainly aimed at me.

"Yes," I responded, "Jess behaved explicitly."

Molly tutted to herself ay my comment, as if it were childish.

Seconds later, Mr Weasley emerged on the platform with Ron and Hermione.

We had almost unloaded all the luggage Moody and I (Well… I didn't take any, but I did walk along side the cart, I feel I deserve some credit for the hardcore dedication I showed) from the trolley, when Fred, George and Ginny arrived with Remus.

"No trouble?" growled Moody.

"Nothing," Remus replied.

"I'll be reporting Sturgis to Dumbledore," said Moody, "that's the second time he's not turned up in a week, getting as unreliable as Mundungus.

"Well, look after yourselves," said Remus, shaking hands all round. He reached Harry's hand before mine and before giving him a clap on the shoulder.

"You too Harry, be careful."

He turned to me and shook my hand; a sparkle was in his eye.

"Behave yourself young lady, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I grinned, "Huh, so turning into a giant wolf is in? Perfect!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hands together menacingly, "don't worry, I'll only do things that good old, snuffles would approve of." I said, motioning to Sirius.

Hermione sighed, looking at her prefect's badge, "so that means pretty much anything's in."

It took everyone a while to dislodge themselves from Mrs Weasley, but soon we were all saying our goodbyes and hurrying onto the train.


Just as I stepped onto the train after Fred and George Mrs Weasley yelled out to us.

"Behave yourselves; I don't want to hear you've gotten into too much trouble."

"She never really specified whether it was "too much trouble" in her books, or ours. I think to play it safe it should be ours, which means murder is out, and shaving Dumbledore. I'd love to see him bald, just once," I whispered to the twins, leaning in to make sure she couldn't hear us.

"Excellent plan Jess. We will commence, 'not too much trouble by our standards' tomorrow and sunrise!" George exclaimed.

I laughed, god I love these two boys.

The doors shut behind us and the train pulled out. The figures of Tonks, Remus, Moody and Mr and Mrs Weasley shrank rapidly, but the black dog was bounding alongside the window, wagging its tail. Blurred people at the platform were laughing to see it chasing the train. We rounded a bend and Sirius was gone from sight. He's going to get a bollocking from Molly later. I look forward to hearing about it.

"He shouldn't have come with us," Hermione said in a worried voice.

"Oh, lighten up," said Ron, "he hasn't seen daylight in months, poor bloke."

"Well," said Fred, clapping his hands together, "we can't stand around chatting all day, we've got business to discuss with Lee. See you later."

And with that Fred, George and I walked off through the train.

The 'business' that the twins were referring to is actually discussing our skiving snack boxes. A box full of fake sweets that make you sick, so you can get out of lessons.

It was a fairly uneventful ride. We played exploding snap; Angelina came in and flirted with Fred. Lee attempted to flirt with Angie, but got a clip round the ear for the effort. George was George, he used rubbish pick up lines that had me falling about laughing. Not what he wanted, apparently his newest mission is to make me blush. HA, Jess blushes for NO MAN. Good luck with that.


At last the train began to slow down and I heard the usual racket up and down it as everybody scrambled to get their luggage and pets assembled, ready to get off.

As I shuffled out of my compartment I lost sight of Fred and George, not a hard thing to do, being the size of a foetus. Being extremely short I couldn't see over the shoulders, let alone heads of the other students, even on my tippy-toes, that's how sad my life is now. You know what I need? A step-ladder, or a scared first year to stand on when ever I need.

I spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione with Ginny and a blond haired girl I vaguely remembered, called Luna and decided to go share their carriage with them.

"What are those things, d'you reckon?" Harry asked Ron nodding at the horrible horses that seemed to be pulling the carriages this year, why they didn't just let the carriages pull themselves like they have done for years I don't know.

"What things?" asked Ron.

"Those Horse- "

Luna appeared holding Pigwidgeon's cage in her arms. Ron's tiny Owl was twillering excitedly as usual.

Luna and Ron exchanged a few short words about Pig before Harry repeated himself.

"I was saying, what are those horse things?" Harry said as he Ron, Luna and myself made for the carriage in which Hermione and Ginny were already sitting.

"What horse things?"

"The horse things pulling the carriages!" said Harry impatiently.

Ron looked confused. How could he be confused, there's one about three feet away from him. He's got to be joking. He can't be that idiotic, surely?

Ron gave Harry a perplex look.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about – Look!"

Harry grabbed Ron's arm and wheeled him about so that he was face to face with the winged horse. Ron stared straight at it for a second, and then looked at Harry.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?"

I sighed, "At the – GAH – there between the shafts! Harnessed onto the coach! GOD RON!"

"It's right there in front- " Harry continued. But as Ron continued to look bemused a strange thought occurred to me, and apparently to Harry as well.

"Can't… can't you see them?"

"See what?"

"Can't you see what's pulling the carriages?" I asked, alarmed.

Ron also started to look seriously alarmed.

"Harry, it's not a good thing if you're having the same hallucinations as Jess."

Harry's face paled drastically.

Ron shuffled about a bit, "Are, are you two feeling alright?"

"I… yeah…" Harry said.

"OH! This is ridiculous!" I snapped and grabbed Ron's hand. I pulled him roughly closer to the horse thing and stuck his hand just above its front leg.

He jumped back alarmed.

"See?"

I turned to Harry, but he'd already walked off, looking worried and confused as he spoke with Luna.


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