There's No Turning Back!
Chapter Six:
A/N. Umm...hi?
'Alright settle down!' said Snape unpleasantly, pretending Jenny never spoke.
Most of the Slytherin's were sniggering at her cheerful approach but the ones who had seen her almost curse Malfoy stayed silent.
Harry sat between Ron and Jenny. What was Jenny going to do? Would she pretend to be stupider than she actually was so she didn't draw attention to the fact she was special? Only time would tell.
'Now, today we shall be making a short term forgetfulness potion,' said Snape, starting the lesson, 'I hope you all have the right equipment.' He glared at them as if to say or else, 'The potion is in this book I shall give you and I will let you get on with it. This is individual work!'
Harry began to work but watching Jenny out of the corner of his eye.
She opened her textbook, laid it out in front of her, then proceeded to make the potion, without once glancing at the book.
Hermione watched her work with her mouth open.
'Sh...sh...she's...'
'Really good?' volunteered Harry
'That's not what I was going to say!' said Hermione, looking flustered, 'I was going to say she's probably doing it all wrong.'
'Oh, OK' said Ron, trying not to laugh.
'I was!' exclaimed Hermione.
She would have probably gone on for another ten minutes but Jenny had put her hand up.
'Um, Professor Snape, your highness, sir? I've finished!' she said sarcastically, yet somehow sweetly, across the room to Snape who was busying torturing Neville for adding the bat's wing in too soon.
'That will be five points for your cheek, Miss Dumbledore!' he said starting to stride across the room to her, trying to intimidate her.
'Sorry!' said Jenny, not really looking it, 'But what shall I do now? Shall I come and help you?' she finished, innocently.
'This was supposed to have taken you all lesson,' said Snape firmly, hinting towards the fact that she was supposed to be acting as though she was your average fifteen year old.
'Yes, well I am sorry.' she said, just as firmly.
'You're supposed to be trying to fit in, not showing off!' said Snape, under his breath so only Jenny could hear but Harry, who was next to her, caught the words.
'I said I was sorry!' repeated Jenny, also under her breath. Then she said louder 'What shall I do now?'
'Go help someone! I don't care! Just don't get in my way!' Snape replied, nastily.
'OK,' said Jenny, happily, 'Hi Harry, need any help?'
But before Harry could reply Hermione came over, trying not to look annoyed
'How did you do that?' she asked Jenny.
'Do what?' she said, absentmindedly.
'Make your potion so quickly!'
'Oh, my...uh, tutor taught me it'
'B...but...' started Hermione.
'Look Hermione, you've finally met your match. Is that so hard to deal with?' asked Ron, impatiently.
Before Jenny could say a thing Hermione had stomped back to her cauldron and stayed there.
For the rest of the lesson Jenny decided to tail Snape. She followed him everywhere as though he was someone famous and she wanted to get his autograph. By the end of the lesson Snape had snapped, obviously what she had intended.
'Will you leave me alone!' he finally yelled at her, looking as though he was going to hit her.
Anyone else in Jenny's shoes would have probably fainted in shock especially Neville who, even now, was quaking with fear.
'I'm just trying to help,' she replied innocently, standing her ground.
'If you do not sit down I will send you to the head...oh, sit down or I will take so many points of your house you won't even be able to count them!' He looked livid and Harry thought he might either burst into flames or have a heart attack.
'Why not just send me to the headmaster, hmm?'
'Go, just go to your next lesson before I do something I might regret in Azkaban!'
The class walked out passed Snape, who was standing by the door, looking as though he'd like to curse each and every one of them. As Harry went passed he had a sudden urge to run.
'Wow, I have never seen anybody annoy Snape that much!' said Harry, catching up with Jenny.
'If you keep that up you're going to get expelled!' said Hermione, looking very disapproving.
Harry wasn't sure whether she thought this was a bad thing.
'Don't worry, they won't expel me!'
'Just because your grandfather's headmaster it doesn't mean he won't...'
'Hermione, give it a rest will you?' said Ron
'What have we got next,' said Jenny, oblivious to Hermione's scowl, 'Ah, Transfiguration, perfect!'
They walked into the Transfiguration room where Professor McGonagall was waiting to start the lesson.
'Hi Min...uh, I mean Professor McGonagall. How are you this fine morning?'
'Very well, thank you,' said McGonagall coldly as they sat down, 'Now today we will not be doing practical but I will give you questions on what you have learnt last year.'
As you would expect, everyone groaned.
She set the Gryffindors the questions and within fifteen minutes Jenny had finished.
'Blimey!' said Ron, 'Can I copy your answers?'
'Sure' said Jenny, ignoring Hermione's disapproving look.
'Jen...uh, Miss Dumbledore, what do you think you are doing?' shouted Professor McGonagall to Jenny seeing her push her paper towards Ron.
'I...uh,' Jenny started, pulling her paper back, 'I've finished Professor.'
McGonagall muttered something under her breath before coming over. She checked through Jenny's work.
'All correct,' she said, not looking at all surprised.
'Did you really expect any less of me?' Jenny asked, with a very Malfoy smirk.
'How did you not get into Slytherin?' asked Harry.
She hit him lightly round the head.
'Don't insult me!'
For the rest of the lesson she did...
'Nothing! How can she have done nothing! She's really clever but she doesn't try! This is so unfair! And both you boys are gaga about her!' Hermione was saying as the three of them walked to lunch.
'I am not gaga about her!' exclaimed Harry, 'Ron is!'
'I am not!' said Ron indignantly, 'But she's got to have Veela in her somewhere!'
'Wow Ron, you're really observant!' said Jenny, appearing round the corner.
Harry gasped. How much had she heard? If she had heard anything Hermione had said she didn't show it.
'My mother's 1/2 Veela making me 1/4. My dad is Dumbledore's son,' continued Jenny, falling in to step next to Ron.
'I was wondering about that,' said Harry thoughtfully.
They had just had Care Of Magical Creatures, still with Hagrid. Hagrid positively adored Jenny and she obviously liked him because she had behaved like an angel all lesson.
'We've got Lupin tomorrow,' said Hermione, cheering up slightly. It wasn't hard to see that she hated the way Jenny misbehaved around the teachers but the other Gryffindors thoroughly enjoyed watching her wind up them up.
The walked into the hall and sat down but before they started to eat Dumbledore stood up.
'Ahem,' he started, trying to get their attention, 'People have been coming up to me and asking about Quidditch.'
Harry held his breath. He hadn't played a proper game of Quidditch for over a year due to the Tri-Wizard tournament. He chanced a sideways glance at Fred and George who were watching Dumbledore silently.
'Unfortunately the Quidditch tournament will not be playing again this year...'
He was interrupted by a series of groans from every direction.
'This is because,' said Dumbledore, raising his voice, 'of Lord Voldemort.'
The Great Hall suddenly became deathly silent and shivers were passed around.
'Out on the Quidditch pitch the players would be too exposed. If any of Voldemorts supporters were out there...I don't even want to think what could happen. I hope you understand'
Out of anything Harry had expected him to say, it wasn't that.
'Does he actually think that You-Know-Who's supporters would just swagger onto the pitch and nab you, Harry? He must be balmier than we thought!' said Ron, looking outraged.
'Don't be a little ass!' said Jenny angrily.
Ron gulped, remembering the incident with Malfoy.
'Haven't you learnt yet that Dumbledore usually knows what he is doing? He is as sane as you or I...nearly.'
'Jenny, I'm sorry. I just enjoy watching Quidditch!' said Ron, apologetically.
'Not half as much as I enjoy playing it!' Harry muttered under his breath.
That evening, whilst Hermione was busy reading 'Hogwarts, A History' for the fifth time, Jenny went over to her. Harry, who was on the other side of the room, once again, held his breath.
'Hermione,' said Jenny softly, 'Can I talk to you for a minute?'
Ron raised his eye at Harry, thinking the same thing. Jenny had heard what Hermione had said in the corridor.
'Um, OK,' said Hermione, putting down her book and walking after Jenny into the dormitory where they passed one of their roommates, Becky Attwood.
'We'd better go up to our dormitory,' said Ron.
'Ron,' started Harry, as they climbed the stairs, 'Do you have a crush on Jenny?'
For some reason he was dreading the answer.
Ron wrinkled up his nose in thought.
'I don't think so. She's a bit too wild for me though she is attractive. Why, do you?'
'No,' Harry said, a bit too quickly 'You just seem slightly gaga about her.'
'I told you earlier, I'm not!'
A pillow was thrown from Ron and hit Harry in the face.
'OK, OK, chill!' said Harry, throwing the pillow back.
A/N. Sorry this is a bit short but it came to a good stopping place!!!! Pleeeeeeease r/r!!!!
I know it doesn't seem like it yet but it does have a plot, I swear, bransgorbabe and hermione 2001 know exactly what happens they can back me up!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jenny, and hermione 2001 owns Becky Attwood as you will know it you have read her story, 'The Evil Pansy Parkinson' (*coughreaditcough*)!!!!!:}
Chapter Six:
A/N. Umm...hi?
'Alright settle down!' said Snape unpleasantly, pretending Jenny never spoke.
Most of the Slytherin's were sniggering at her cheerful approach but the ones who had seen her almost curse Malfoy stayed silent.
Harry sat between Ron and Jenny. What was Jenny going to do? Would she pretend to be stupider than she actually was so she didn't draw attention to the fact she was special? Only time would tell.
'Now, today we shall be making a short term forgetfulness potion,' said Snape, starting the lesson, 'I hope you all have the right equipment.' He glared at them as if to say or else, 'The potion is in this book I shall give you and I will let you get on with it. This is individual work!'
Harry began to work but watching Jenny out of the corner of his eye.
She opened her textbook, laid it out in front of her, then proceeded to make the potion, without once glancing at the book.
Hermione watched her work with her mouth open.
'Sh...sh...she's...'
'Really good?' volunteered Harry
'That's not what I was going to say!' said Hermione, looking flustered, 'I was going to say she's probably doing it all wrong.'
'Oh, OK' said Ron, trying not to laugh.
'I was!' exclaimed Hermione.
She would have probably gone on for another ten minutes but Jenny had put her hand up.
'Um, Professor Snape, your highness, sir? I've finished!' she said sarcastically, yet somehow sweetly, across the room to Snape who was busying torturing Neville for adding the bat's wing in too soon.
'That will be five points for your cheek, Miss Dumbledore!' he said starting to stride across the room to her, trying to intimidate her.
'Sorry!' said Jenny, not really looking it, 'But what shall I do now? Shall I come and help you?' she finished, innocently.
'This was supposed to have taken you all lesson,' said Snape firmly, hinting towards the fact that she was supposed to be acting as though she was your average fifteen year old.
'Yes, well I am sorry.' she said, just as firmly.
'You're supposed to be trying to fit in, not showing off!' said Snape, under his breath so only Jenny could hear but Harry, who was next to her, caught the words.
'I said I was sorry!' repeated Jenny, also under her breath. Then she said louder 'What shall I do now?'
'Go help someone! I don't care! Just don't get in my way!' Snape replied, nastily.
'OK,' said Jenny, happily, 'Hi Harry, need any help?'
But before Harry could reply Hermione came over, trying not to look annoyed
'How did you do that?' she asked Jenny.
'Do what?' she said, absentmindedly.
'Make your potion so quickly!'
'Oh, my...uh, tutor taught me it'
'B...but...' started Hermione.
'Look Hermione, you've finally met your match. Is that so hard to deal with?' asked Ron, impatiently.
Before Jenny could say a thing Hermione had stomped back to her cauldron and stayed there.
For the rest of the lesson Jenny decided to tail Snape. She followed him everywhere as though he was someone famous and she wanted to get his autograph. By the end of the lesson Snape had snapped, obviously what she had intended.
'Will you leave me alone!' he finally yelled at her, looking as though he was going to hit her.
Anyone else in Jenny's shoes would have probably fainted in shock especially Neville who, even now, was quaking with fear.
'I'm just trying to help,' she replied innocently, standing her ground.
'If you do not sit down I will send you to the head...oh, sit down or I will take so many points of your house you won't even be able to count them!' He looked livid and Harry thought he might either burst into flames or have a heart attack.
'Why not just send me to the headmaster, hmm?'
'Go, just go to your next lesson before I do something I might regret in Azkaban!'
The class walked out passed Snape, who was standing by the door, looking as though he'd like to curse each and every one of them. As Harry went passed he had a sudden urge to run.
'Wow, I have never seen anybody annoy Snape that much!' said Harry, catching up with Jenny.
'If you keep that up you're going to get expelled!' said Hermione, looking very disapproving.
Harry wasn't sure whether she thought this was a bad thing.
'Don't worry, they won't expel me!'
'Just because your grandfather's headmaster it doesn't mean he won't...'
'Hermione, give it a rest will you?' said Ron
'What have we got next,' said Jenny, oblivious to Hermione's scowl, 'Ah, Transfiguration, perfect!'
They walked into the Transfiguration room where Professor McGonagall was waiting to start the lesson.
'Hi Min...uh, I mean Professor McGonagall. How are you this fine morning?'
'Very well, thank you,' said McGonagall coldly as they sat down, 'Now today we will not be doing practical but I will give you questions on what you have learnt last year.'
As you would expect, everyone groaned.
She set the Gryffindors the questions and within fifteen minutes Jenny had finished.
'Blimey!' said Ron, 'Can I copy your answers?'
'Sure' said Jenny, ignoring Hermione's disapproving look.
'Jen...uh, Miss Dumbledore, what do you think you are doing?' shouted Professor McGonagall to Jenny seeing her push her paper towards Ron.
'I...uh,' Jenny started, pulling her paper back, 'I've finished Professor.'
McGonagall muttered something under her breath before coming over. She checked through Jenny's work.
'All correct,' she said, not looking at all surprised.
'Did you really expect any less of me?' Jenny asked, with a very Malfoy smirk.
'How did you not get into Slytherin?' asked Harry.
She hit him lightly round the head.
'Don't insult me!'
For the rest of the lesson she did...
'Nothing! How can she have done nothing! She's really clever but she doesn't try! This is so unfair! And both you boys are gaga about her!' Hermione was saying as the three of them walked to lunch.
'I am not gaga about her!' exclaimed Harry, 'Ron is!'
'I am not!' said Ron indignantly, 'But she's got to have Veela in her somewhere!'
'Wow Ron, you're really observant!' said Jenny, appearing round the corner.
Harry gasped. How much had she heard? If she had heard anything Hermione had said she didn't show it.
'My mother's 1/2 Veela making me 1/4. My dad is Dumbledore's son,' continued Jenny, falling in to step next to Ron.
'I was wondering about that,' said Harry thoughtfully.
They had just had Care Of Magical Creatures, still with Hagrid. Hagrid positively adored Jenny and she obviously liked him because she had behaved like an angel all lesson.
'We've got Lupin tomorrow,' said Hermione, cheering up slightly. It wasn't hard to see that she hated the way Jenny misbehaved around the teachers but the other Gryffindors thoroughly enjoyed watching her wind up them up.
The walked into the hall and sat down but before they started to eat Dumbledore stood up.
'Ahem,' he started, trying to get their attention, 'People have been coming up to me and asking about Quidditch.'
Harry held his breath. He hadn't played a proper game of Quidditch for over a year due to the Tri-Wizard tournament. He chanced a sideways glance at Fred and George who were watching Dumbledore silently.
'Unfortunately the Quidditch tournament will not be playing again this year...'
He was interrupted by a series of groans from every direction.
'This is because,' said Dumbledore, raising his voice, 'of Lord Voldemort.'
The Great Hall suddenly became deathly silent and shivers were passed around.
'Out on the Quidditch pitch the players would be too exposed. If any of Voldemorts supporters were out there...I don't even want to think what could happen. I hope you understand'
Out of anything Harry had expected him to say, it wasn't that.
'Does he actually think that You-Know-Who's supporters would just swagger onto the pitch and nab you, Harry? He must be balmier than we thought!' said Ron, looking outraged.
'Don't be a little ass!' said Jenny angrily.
Ron gulped, remembering the incident with Malfoy.
'Haven't you learnt yet that Dumbledore usually knows what he is doing? He is as sane as you or I...nearly.'
'Jenny, I'm sorry. I just enjoy watching Quidditch!' said Ron, apologetically.
'Not half as much as I enjoy playing it!' Harry muttered under his breath.
That evening, whilst Hermione was busy reading 'Hogwarts, A History' for the fifth time, Jenny went over to her. Harry, who was on the other side of the room, once again, held his breath.
'Hermione,' said Jenny softly, 'Can I talk to you for a minute?'
Ron raised his eye at Harry, thinking the same thing. Jenny had heard what Hermione had said in the corridor.
'Um, OK,' said Hermione, putting down her book and walking after Jenny into the dormitory where they passed one of their roommates, Becky Attwood.
'We'd better go up to our dormitory,' said Ron.
'Ron,' started Harry, as they climbed the stairs, 'Do you have a crush on Jenny?'
For some reason he was dreading the answer.
Ron wrinkled up his nose in thought.
'I don't think so. She's a bit too wild for me though she is attractive. Why, do you?'
'No,' Harry said, a bit too quickly 'You just seem slightly gaga about her.'
'I told you earlier, I'm not!'
A pillow was thrown from Ron and hit Harry in the face.
'OK, OK, chill!' said Harry, throwing the pillow back.
A/N. Sorry this is a bit short but it came to a good stopping place!!!! Pleeeeeeease r/r!!!!
I know it doesn't seem like it yet but it does have a plot, I swear, bransgorbabe and hermione 2001 know exactly what happens they can back me up!!!!:}
Disclaimer: I own Jenny, and hermione 2001 owns Becky Attwood as you will know it you have read her story, 'The Evil Pansy Parkinson' (*coughreaditcough*)!!!!!:}