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Chapter 18

Oliver was livid. His sister, who had supposedly dead for 14 years, was back. And he was stuck at the Weasley's. Oliver had always wanted a sibling, but due to a complication in his birth, his mom couldn't have any other kids.

He loved the Weasley's, but right now, it was the last place he wanted to be. His parents had sat him down a few hours before the trial and explained to him what had been going on.

When his parents had told him that his sister was alive, nothing else mattered. It didn't matter that she didn't know him, that she might not like Quidditch, and that she was friends with Slytherins. It didn't even matter that she might want to kill him. As far as he was concerned, she was his sister, and no matter what, they would stick together.

It had all started a few weeks ago. His parents had made him befriend a squib (It hadn't been too bad because he had gotten out of school for a day), and within an hour of meeting her, she ran off, revealing herself to be some super-witch. Then, for a whole week, they barely told him anything. Even when they did, they were super vague.

There was the huge event at the Ministry, and two days later there was a trial for his sister. At that point, he hadn't even known he had a sister. He was upset at first, then worried, but now he was just frustrated.

Ever since the incident at the Ministry, he had been taken out of school with Ron and Ginny and had been stuck at the Weasley's. They had been nice, inviting him out to play Quidditch and chess, but it wasn't a good stay at all. He had sulked in his room - well, Ron's room - and was moody whenever he did come out.

He finally got a message from his parents a week after the start of October.

His dad's face popped into the fireplace.

"Hey kiddo," James said. Oliver returned the greeting with a glare. James sighed. "Those glares seem to be the only thing that I'm getting lately, although yours is much less frightening than your sister's."

Oliver's face lit up at the mention of his sister.

"What is she like?" he asked excitedly, forgetting that he was angry at his parents.

James inwardly groaned. It seemed like his son had forgotten the warning that he had given about his eldest child.

"She's interesting… That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," James said, "She has been home for a few days, and she's... being stubborn. We thought that by introducing you, she would feel like a part of the family."

"When do I get to go?" Olly asked, feeling like he should start jumping up and down in delight.

"You can come now if you want," James had barely finished that sentence when Olly shooed him out of the fireplace. A moment later Oliver was standing in his living room. He started up the stairs before an arm pulled him back.

"Oliver, we have to go in first, to warn her." And to tell her to behave, James added in his head. Not that she'll listen.

His parents went in her room, while the minutes ticked by slowly. He couldn't imagine what type of a warning they could be giving her.

The door opened and his mom motioned for him to come inside.

His first thought was wow. His sister had eyes that were even greener than his mom's, and they almost glowed. She had the exact same shade of hair as his father did.

"Er...hi," Oliver said. Lily nudged him, a signal to introduce himself. "My name is Oliver... my friends normally call me Olly."

Then there was an awkward silence. The two parents prayed that Jem wouldn't do anything to crush Oliver's hopes. They also hoped Oliver wouldn't cross any of Jem's lines.

"Ok," Jem said. She had decided to be a little bit more cooperative, because, after all, it wasn't Oliver's fault that he was a blood traitor.

Lily and James were shocked. That was the most responsive she had been, ever.

"Mum, Dad," Oliver said, hinting that they should leave.

"Ok..." they left the room reluctantly with a last warning look at Jem.

"So, I'm guessing you don't like them much," Oliver said, referring to his parents.

"You could say that," Jem replied coolly.

"Why?" Silence echoed around the room.

"Er.. ok... So I figure you must be bored, so do you want to play a game?" Oliver asked hopefully, after a beat.

"Depends on the game," Jem said.

"We could play... chess?"

"Whatever, I don't care," Jem said. Oliver took that as a yes and raced out of the room to grab his chess set.

He ran back in to set up the game.

"Do you want to have the white or black pieces?" he asked.

"Black."

"You know white goes first right?"

"Yes," Jem answered without emotion.

They began the game. Very soon it became clear that Oliver was a much better player. Oliver started to take it easy on Jem because he didn't want his sister to hate him right away.

After about 10 minutes the door creaked open, and Lily poked her head in.

"How's it going?"

"Good," Oliver said. Jem kept her stony mask on her face.

"Who's winning?" James asked, following his wife into the room.

Distracted, Oliver started telling his parents about how the game had gone so far. "Checkmate," Jem said with an evil grin.

"What?! Where?!" Oliver scrambled to find where he had gone wrong. Once he did, he struggled to find a way out of it. Gloomily, he watched as Jem's piece destroyed his.

Jem sat back with a satisfied look on her normally blank face. There was something about her smile that made James' skin crawl, and he worried that she was trying to symbolize something else by beating Oliver in chess.

"Do you two want something to eat?" Lily suggested. She received a glare from Jem and an eager look from Oliver.

"Oliver, go help your mum start lunch," commanded James.

"Alright, " Oliver said suspiciously, following Lily out of the room.

"Okay, you haven't eaten in who knows how long; how long are you going to keep this up?" James asked. Jem could hear the concern in his voice.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" she asked defiantly, trying to ignore the painful twists of her stomach.

"Would you like to come downstairs at least?" James asked, even though he didn't believe that she would.

Jem wanted to stay in the relative safety of her room, but she wondered if Kreacher was there and if there was any way to escape. "Sure," she replied.

"O-ok," stuttered James.

He led the way out of the room. Jem followed, trying not to sway because of the dizziness that comes with being so hungry.

By the time they went downstairs into the kitchen, she was ready to pass out. She could feel the magical protections around the house, and they were suffocating. Add that to the hunger that she felt, and it was almost unbearable.

James walked into the kitchen and Jem stopped in the door.

"Look, I know you won't eat anything we make. Would you like to have Kreacher make it? I know you trust him," Lily said.

"I don't trust him, I said I liked him, and I know that Black could order him to put potions in my food," Jem snapped. Oliver looked between the two with a confused look on his face.

"Then make it yourself," he said.

"We can do scans for you to show that we haven't tampered with the ingredients," James offered.

Jem narrowed her eyes.

She didn't want to accept anything from them, but she felt like she was about to faint. It felt like the room was spinning in circles around her.

She gave a curt nod, and Lily sighed in relief.

The next hour was spent with Jem making her food, and then purposely only eating half of it to tick off her "parents".

"Oliver, I think that you should go do your homework," suggested Lily. "You will be going back to Hogwarts tomorrow." Oliver was about to argue, but after seeing the look that his mum gave him, he tramped upstairs to his room. Lily turned back towards Jem with the air of someone about to drop a bomb. "You, too. So you had better eat up!"

"Wait, what?" Jem's fork dropped to her plate with a clatter. She couldn't believe her luck.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't want to go," Lily sighed. "Well, homeschool is always an option."

"What? No, send me there! That's not what I meant!" Jem tried to tone down her excitement, but she was legitimately delighted. Escaping Hogwarts would be a piece of cake. Besides, Draco was there. Maybe she could have a quick chat with him before making her grand exit.

Lily looked surprised at the sudden mood swing. She eyed Jem suspiciously, then continued, "Granted, there will be some extra... protection around you when you go."

Jem nodded. She had seen this coming.

"And you won't be starting school tomorrow; you'll just be going in to do some tests and to meet with the teachers," Lily clarified. "You won't actually be starting until the beginning of next week."

Okay, it's Sunday, so I guess I have to spend a whole week with them, Jem thought, annoyed by the idea. This is going to be soooo much fun.

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