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Note: I have an uh…drunk! Version of Jeff in this, I have never been drunk so please bear with me if it sounds completely stupid. Apologizes.
As the months went by, more attacks on Muggles became frequent and people in the Wizarding and Muggle world started living in even more fear the before. More and more people put protection spell on their homes and even with all the help they could get, half of them ended up dead anyway.
Jefferson was spending most of his time in his apartment and at work so he didn't really pay much mind to the people huddled in big groups whispering about some lady who had died just the night before. He really hated it when people were huddled in big groups because that way he guessed that they were giving his dear old dad the reaction he wanted---fear.
At work his manager, Faith, was in a cheerful mood as usual and was keeping everyone who worked at the store busy. Since it was almost the Christmas season, there were more owl orders at this time then ever. She was keeping everyone working to the fullest that Faith even cut his or her hour break to a fifteen minute one. Even Faith's husband, the owner, thought she was getting a bit crazy since the beginning of November when the owl mail order tripled.
Lily Potter had even started to send Jefferson knitted jumpers and sending him sweets at huge loads that even he's trashcan couldn't hold all of them.
There was a letter on his bed when Jefferson came home from work that Friday night, and he opened it in interest. He right away realized who it was from…Jill.
November 21st, 1998
Dear Jeff,
I hope everything is all right!!! I am so sorry that I haven't written in the longest of time!! Things are going very well at Hogwarts and Dumbledore is thinking of having some kind of Ball where everyone has to dress up all-nice. Most the girls in my dorm are really excited. I still dunno if should go or not…I mean no-one has asked me and I'm thinking of giving hope…
Jefferson snickered; it was funny how young girls like her worried about such things. He never really cared about balls or anything, but then again, he was male.
Ginny Weasley is still helping me and Professor Granger is just piling us with these stupid homework assignments…How did you ever last?
How is London? Still annoying? Poor you! Thanks for the last letter-Your manager sounds nice but truly weird.
Miss you!
Love, Jill
Putting Jill's letter aside, he started to make dinner. While he was making dinner, his annoying Muggle doorbell rang. Jefferson walked over to the door and was expecting some idiot Muggle to be there, but instead saw Jill.
"Jill-what the hell are you doing here?" He stared at her. This seams like that thing that happened with that Weasley a couple of weeks back. Wonder what Jill wants…and why isn't she at Hogwarts?
"Uh…You see Harry…" She started blushingly.
"I don't have all day here and my chicken is probably going to burn-" He said annoyed.
"Doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" She suddenly blurted out and went a deeper shade of red.
He just blinked and shut the door into her face-no really it was an accident. Seriously. Jefferson sighed and muttered curse words under his breath. What a bad day for him it had been.
Jill ran off into the darkness of the still noisy London. She had just made a huge fool of herself in front of her best male friend. 'He probably hates me' she thought as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron.
Why on Earth had those stupid Gryffindor girls made her do? She slapped herself mentally. Maybe she shouldn't ever listen to those so-called friends of hers. Damn Gryffindors. Damn them all!
Throwing Floo Powder into the already lit fire, she called out, "GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM!" and was swallowed by the flames and landed head first in the common room.
"So? What did he say?" A girl asked.
Jill just kicked the girl the hardest she could in the shins and ran into the dorm room sobbing.
She heard the girl calling in the common room, "What did I do?!" While everyone else was busy doing homework or playing chess.
All Jill did was cry, she eventually cried her self to sleep while Jefferson was drunk as hell in his apartment
By his seventh bottle beer, Jefferson felt rather…odd. He felt a bit lightheaded and started getting crazy thoughts in his head. Half walking and half falling around, he walked out of his apartment and down the street that was full of drunken people has him self. Not that he minded it. When he was about to turn into a bar to get something more to drink-
Sometime the Next morning
Waking up in his bed, he shifted to his right and saw a rather disturbing thing. There was a woman lying beside him naked as himself. 'Shit.' was probably the only words to describe what was happening. He got up carefully not to wake the woman, he got dressed and went to make him self some coffee and some bad tasting oatmeal.
There was a sound of a door shutting and he guessed that the woman had run out. Curse that alcohol. Jefferson was getting a huge headache and ate half of his meal and went back to bed. This was not a good thing…Maybe he should just Floo to Snape and ask for something that will ease his hangover.
"Uuuhg…" He moaned not feeling very well. There was small crash from the other room and he pretty much guessed that someone had come to aid him.
"Harry dear? Are you here, it's mum! I've got a pair of robes I want you to try on for Christmas." His mother's voice filled his ears. 'God…no…' This was not much of a good thing to see him like this.
"I'm in the bedroo…moog," Jefferson said as loud as he could. That blasted headache was really getting the better of him.
Lily walked in and saw her son looking rather…sick. "Are you alright dear?" She looked at him concerned.
"Does it look like it?" He muttered and rolled over. He really needed to change his sheets. Damn you Jill. "Mom," he continued. "Do you have some kind of potion that could help…my headache?"
"I'll go back to my house and try to find some. You just lay still here and I'll be back soon!" She dropped the bottle green robe she was carrying and flooed home.
"What good has come out of this?" He muttered to himself. "All I did was get drunk and sleep with some random woman. Curse you Jill." He shifted in his bed. When he sniffed the air, it smelled a sickly sweet. He really needed to change the sheets and make sure that sickly smell went away.
Lily came back around ten minutes later with a small bottle. There was a small smile on her face as Jefferson drank it. "I figured that you were drunk last night so I had to ask James to give me something more powerful. But I hope it works!" She smiled and took the empty bottle and Jefferson fell asleep.
Somewhere off in Scotland, Voldemort was planning something. He had been working for months on this. Voldemort had created a plan that would soon shock the entire Wizarding world. The plan was highly interesting, and his first stage was already in place.
The first stage was to drive all people in the United Kingdom into chaos. Then after everyone was off screaming and not knowing what to do, he would have all his Death Eaters attack more homes and make things get even bloodier. But that still wasn't his biggest plan of all.
What he really wanted to do was kill his 'son' Jefferson. That blasted boy had gone too far. He really wanted that boy's head cut off and given to him on a dinner plate.
For the love of wishes, he hoped his idiotic son was dead. Dead as a door nail…Or so he hoped…