Chapter four Floo Powder and Girl Power
I don't own Harry Potter. Anything you recognise, such as many of the names, conversations and ideas, are not owned by myself or any of my friends or family. The name Jess belongs to Jessica Lewis, a close friend of Mine. That's right, I own her. The nickname Wendy-Bird is from Peter Pan, as is the lost boys. The lost girl face is something I do often. It is mine. This story is beta'd by Izzy! (See couldn't get the spelling wrong if I don't write it!)
The next morning, after a hurried breakfast, the Weasley family, Harry and Jess all stood in front of the fire.
"You first, Harry dear." Mrs. Weasley offered Harry a flowerpot. At the bottom was a layer of Floo powder, a very fine dust. Harry frowned in confusion.
"I don't think Harry's ever travelled by Floo Powder before, Mrs. Weasley." Jess said as Harry frowned more.
"Floo Powder?" He asked, confused. Just then, the third eldest Weasley boy walked in. Percy, to be honest, was a prat. It wasn't even school and there he was with his perfect badge, hair slimed back, blagh. The twins had a bet going, that if he didn't make Head Boy, his head would explode.
"Percy. Would you mind going first, so Harry can see how it's done?"
"Certainly, Mother. Don't worry, Harry. It's simple enough." Percy took a pinch from the pot, pitched it into the fireplace and the flames burned green. To Harry's obvious amazement, the prefect calmly walked straight into them. Fred lent to whisper in Jess' ear.
"He even WALKS like a prat!" she giggled quietly as Percy spoke and George imitated him
"Diagon Alley." Percy vanished and George finished his imitation with some jazz hands. Tentatively, Harry reached into the pot.
"Remember to speak clearly, Kid!" Jess reminded him as he walked towards the fire.
"And mind you get out at the right grate, dear!" Molly reminded him. Harry nodded unsure.
"D-Dia-gon Alley!" and he was gone. Mr Weasley turned to his wife.
"What did he just say?"
"Die-a-gon Alley." She said worried. Mr. Weasley nodded.
"That's what I heard, too." The rest of the Weasley clan, which Fred and George insisted included Jess, too, went to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley, as it was named, was a collection of shops on a street in a diagonally slop. Once they all got out of the right grate they met Hermione who agreed to help them find Harry. Jess and the twins went one way, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went another and Mr. And Mrs. Weasley went in a different direction. They searched for half an hour before meeting back outside Flourish ad Botts.
"Anyone find anything?" Jess asked worried. She was beginning to see Harry as a little brother and felt almost ill with him being lost. The Weasley clan shook their heads and they tried to think up a new plan. Soon, there heard Hermione gasp and run off. Jess followed her path to see the girl was running to a large, tall man and a boy with messy hair.
"Oh thank god, now I can kill him." She sighed as the three walked towards them. Jess looked to Mr. Weasley to find him integrating Hermione's nervous-looking Muggle parents.
"So you're dentists! Fascinating! I understand other Muggles quite fear you? Why is that?" before Mr. Granger had a chance to stammer a reply, Mrs. Weasley ran to Harry.
"Oh, Harry. Thank goodness. We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. Come now. Let's go in." Jess hugged him and then slapped the back of his head lightly. Harry grinned and Hermione started to chatter to him.
"Isn't it thrilling? Gilderoy Lockhart's going to be there! We can actually meet him! I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!" Mrs. Weasley and Hermione dashed off and Harry walked again with Jess.
"Who?" He asked, laughing slightly at the females. Jess pointed out a picture in the window. Lockhart was a handsome, golden-haired wizard with stunning pearl-white teeth. He smiled and winked at the camera. The playcard declared: HERE TODAY! SIGNING COPIES OF HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY, MAGICAL ME... GILDEROY LOCKHART!
"Apparently, he's good looking." Jess tilted her head to one side, looking at the moving book cover. "Don't see it, though." She and the others threaded their way through a chattering throng of middle-aged ladies, who were all craning their necks for a view of Lockhart. He sat signing books at the rear of the shop and at the sight of him, Mrs. Weasley patted her hair.
"There he is!"She cried, blushing
"Mum fancies him." Ron informed Harry, who nodded, shocked. Fred and George laughed as Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a jab in the shoulder. A short man with a camera pushed through, knocking jess out the way.
"Out of the way! This is for The Daily Prophet!" Jess glared at Short Man's back. Instantly, Lockhart looked up, flashed a smile, when...
"It can't be Harry Potter?" his voice was pompous, like he thought he was god's gift, and reminded Jess of that Dudley kid. The crowd whispered excitedly as Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's hand and turns him toward the photographer.
"Nice big smile, Harry. Together, you and I can make the front page." He whispered to Harry as the camera flashed. "Ladies and gentlemen! What an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me - which incidentally is celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop The Daily Prophet's Bestseller List - he had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works! Free of charge!" As the crowd clapped, excluding Jess, Lockhart catches the eye of a flunky and, before Harry knew it, a towering stack of books was shoved into his arms. Clearly mortified, Harry mumbled quietly.
"Thank you." Slipping free, he drifted back into the crowd, pink with embarrassment, and dropped the books into Ginny's cauldron. Jess followed Harry, her "potter senses" tingling. She heard hands grasp a rail and looked up.
"You have these. I'll buy my own –"
"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." Draco Mafoy, a right git, appeared about, sneering down.
"Leave him. He didn't ask for any of that." Jess looked the pureblood in the eyes. Draco scoffed and faced Harry as he walked down the stairs of the bookstore.
"Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend!" Jess and Harry both took a step forward.
"Silence, Draco!" Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father had long almost white hair and cool gray eyes, the Malfoy trait, came down the stairs. "Ah... Mr. Potter. I don't believe we've met." Mr. Malfoy extended his hand, as if offering to shake Harry's, but instead gently placed his fingers over the fringe of Harry's scalp, revealing Harry's scar. At his touch, Jess saw Harry withdraw, ever so slightly.
"Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." Just like a Malfoy to suck up to anyone famous, she though as his tone was almost polite.
"He was a murderer." Harry spat, staring into the elder Malfoy's eyes.
"Yes, a pity about your parents." His tone quickly changed to one of boredom, and Jess had to stop herself slapping his distasted face. "Curious that you should escape with a mere flesh wound. Curious, too, that you speak of him in the past. Surely, you don't think He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is gone forever." Malfoy challenged, watching the twelve year old carefully. His little speech was carfully constructed. Those who were now watching the conversation would pick up on any sort of hint of Malfoy's past. His story was, that after the war he had been under the imperious curse and that he did not support the Dark Lord. Well, that was from Jess' understanding on the matter.
"His name is Voldemort." Jess sighed, tired of Lucius' attempts to get a reaction from Harry. Those within earshot gasped as Jess uttered the word. He turned to look at her, having not noticed she was there the whole time.
"Jessica?" his expression turned to one of shock, just for a second, but long enough for Jess to catch. "I was right. Just look how you've turned out, friends of Blood Traitors and muggles alike. You must be very brave to speak his name, Sobrina, or very foolish." Jess was too in shock at the fact he knew her and at the insult at the Weasley's to come back with one of her snappy comebacks. Luckily, that was why she had Hermione with her.
"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Hermione quoted Dumbledore and Jess smirked proudly. Malfoy's eyes slid and found Hermione staring defiantly.
"You must be Miss Granger. Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. Muggles, aren't you?" Mr. and Mrs. Granger nodded nervously. I wonder if they speak at all. Mr. Malfoy's distaste for them was evident and Jess took another step towards him. They were glaring at each other when Jess heard Mr. Weasley's footsteps.
"Kids! Jess! It's mad in here. Let's go outside."
"Well, well, well – Arthur Weasley." Lucius and Jess stopped the stare off and Mr. Weasley started his with Malfoy.
"Lucius." He replied stiffly
"Busy time at the Ministry. All those raids. I hope they're paying you overtime." Malfoy reached into Ginny's cauldron and removed a very old, battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. "Obviously not. Dear me. What's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?" The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the store as Jess slapped the pureblood git across the face. The realisation of what she did took a minute to sink in for Malfoy. And then Lucius Malfoy pulled out his wand. Fred and George pulled Jess back behind them and Mr. Weasley stood in front of the three of them. Hagrid held Jess back and waited for Mr. Weasley to defend himself.
"We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Lucius." Malfoy was panting slightly. He regained himself and glanced at the Grangers.
"That is clear from the company you keep, Weasley. And I thought your family could sink no lower." Mr. Weasley moved to make like Jess. Hagrid stepped forward, and put the hand which was not holding Jess back on his shoulder.
"Ignore 'im, Arthur." Mr. Weasley backed away. Jess broke free and snatched the books from Malfoy's hand.
"Here, girl." He said addressing Ginny, while glaring at Jess. "Take your book. It's the best your father can give you." Lucius and Draco exited the shop quietly, but Jess knew that this would not be over. Hagrid looked at the Weasley's who were staring in shock at Jess.
"No Malfoy's worth listenin' ter. Rotten ter the core, the whole family..." the family walked out of the store, Jess and Mr. Weasley trailing behind.
"Jess, you must never tell Molly what you did." Jess nodded and stopped walking.
"Oh, Merlin! I slapped Lucius Malfoy!"
Hello Sweeties, MUT here... heh mutt. Anywho, im editing this while read harry potter 3, because after I've edited it all, I'll start that. Can I just say, this is currently my favourite chapter? 1, foreshadowing is fun. 2, GIRL POWER! Im Isaacs is a sexy beast, but Malfoy needed to be slapped. And this will just be fun. Anywho on with the story. I should UPDATE every day, but I will update more than once a day if a, some reviews, or b, the chapter is less than 1000 words. Ok see ya soon!