A.N. Jersey is NOT a Mary-sue. Saying that, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Malena
"Oh, damn," Harry whispered.
"Damn is right," snarled Perry. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to be the one to kill you Potter. My Master would've been pleased."
"You can't kill me," Harry said. "Not with the Killing Curse anyway."
"There's more than one way to skin a cat," whispered Perry softly. "Uncle Dumbledore will be most disappointed with me after I commit this murder. Who would've thought that his darling little Amanda Perry would kill the boy who he was trying to keep alive."
Perry gave a short laugh and then said, "Goodbye Potter." Perry opened her mouth to whisper a curse, but before she could say the words, Harry whipped around and caught her wand arm in his hand. He pointed the wand away from his face.
"You can't win, Potter," She snarled.
"Watch me," Harry spat back. He attempted to grab her wand from her hand, but she disappeared, and Harry's hand was holding nothing.
"Holy shit," Harry panted, lowering his arm and taking out his wand. "I'd better go to the office."
Harry disappeared too.
"Hello Mr. Potter," said Mr. Bode when he saw Harry appear by his side. "You're in awfully late."
"I was just attacked by Amanda Perry," Harry said.
"You were?" said Mr. Bode sharply.
"Yes," Harry replied. "You see, she went crazy when the Dark Lord fell. She was a spy for him and he promised her some stuff. She's ticked at me because she won't be able to be honored beyond her wildest dreams now."
"Understandable." Mr. Bode said. "You need to fill out a report now. Every time a Unspeakable is attacked or after he went on a mission, he or she has to fill out a report."
"Okay," Mr. Bode waved his wand and a piece of parchment appeared in his hand. "Here you go, you can turn it in tomorrow when you come in."
"Alright," Harry said, taking the parchment. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Mr. Potter."
"Dad!" Harry yelled after he had Apparated home." I'm home!"
"You're late," James snapped back, appearing in front of Harry.
"I didn't know I had a curfew," Harry said, hanging up his cloak and walking past James.
"Well, you could've told me that you were going to be a little late," James replied. "How'd the party go?"
"Okay," Harry said.
"What happened?"
"Well, we talked, it turns out that Jersey knew Ginny before I met the Weasleys. Anyway, we might go see a movie sometime soon."
"Hmmm…" James said, smirking and arching his eyebrow.
Harry said goodnight and then went up to his bedroom. Spot was sleeping on his bed. After Harry changed out of his clothes he shifted Spot and climbed into bed.
"Hey! HARRY! Wake UP!" Harry jolted awake. There was sun pouring through the windows. It was humid in the room, Plinky had started a fire in the grate. Harry nearly yelled when he saw Jersey's head sitting in the fire.
"Jesus Christ!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. "Jersey! What are you doing?"
"I had to call you Harry!" she exclaimed. "I got my letter! I'M GOING TO BE PLAYING FOR PUDDLEMERE!"
"That's great!" Harry exclaimed. "Congratulations!"
"Have you gotten your letter?"
"No, but-" All of a sudden an owl flew through the open window and landed on his bureau.
"Open it! Open it! Open it!" Jersey said.
Harry climbed out of his bed and took the letter from the owl.
"To Mr. H. Potter,
We are happy to inform you that-"
"They're happy!"
"You have been chosen to play for the Puddlemere United Quidditch team!"
"YES! YES!" Jersey squealed.
"The first practice session is this Saturday at 7 am. Please arrive on time."
"We've gotta celebrate this," Jersey said, "C'mon, the Grind? My treat."
"Sure, I'll meet you there it oh, ten minutes?"
"'Kay."
"Now, if you would excuse me," Harry said. "I have to get dressed."
"You're excused," Jersey said.
"Jersey!" Harry said.
"All right, I'm going, I'm going." With a small 'pop' Jersey's head disappeared from the fireplace.
Harry met up with Jersey a few minutes later inside the Grind.
"We're playing for Puddlemere, we're playing for Puddlemere," Jersey was chanting softly.
"I know, I know," Harry replied. "What do you want?"
"How-za-bout a decaf latte and a egg bagel with strawberry creamcheese."
"And you, Harry?" asked Chelsea, the waitress.
"The usual," Harry replied.
"All right, will that be all for you today?"
"Yep."
As Chelsea walked away Jersey smiled happily.
"So, wassup with you? I mean, besides you being a professional Seeker for one of the best Quidditch teams in Europe."
"Nuthin much. How're you, I mean, besides being one of the best Beater's in the world and playing for Puddlemere."
"Nothing big," Jersey replied.
"Do you want to go to the movies after practice?" Harry asked, feeling himself turning a bit red.
"Sure, whatever."
Their coffees appeared in front of them and they sat sipping them for a while before they said anything else.
"Guess what?" Jersey said.
"What?" Harry replied.
"I've been invited to a Halloween party."
"So?"
"I'm allowed to bring a date."
"Oh?"
"Want to go?"
"Sure,"
"But," Jersey said. "We have to go as a couple of some sort."
"Whatever."
"What should we go as?"
"Dunno, but we have a lot of time to plan, I mean, a month or so."
"Yep, we'll have to set up a time for us to plan our costumes. Say… Two Saturdays from now?"
"I'll have my people meet with your people and we can see if we can pencil it in." Harry said, putting on a business like tone and sipping his coffee. Jersey laughed so hard that latte almost came out of her nose.
"Right," Jersey said. "So, two Saturdays?"
"Sure."
"And a movie after the practice?"
"Yep!"
"Great."
Jersey started to stand up.
"See you on Saturday," Jersey said, digging through the pockets of her cloak in search of money. She gave it to Chelsea when she came around.
"Bye Jersey," Harry said.
Harry finished filling out the form for the D.M. and turned it in to Croaker.
"Thank you Mr. Potter," Croaker said. "We've been trying to keep tabs on Amanda Perry after we found out that she killed that Parkington or Parkinsons girl or whatever her name was."
"I was accepted to play for Quidditch," Harry told Croaker.
"Really, well we'll have our head of Field Workers tell you about the systems that we have."
Croaker led Harry to a small department. A few wizards were walking around, and one of them Harry recognized.
"Viktor?"
The man that Harry had addressed turned around.
"Harry?" Viktor said. "You are going to join us?"
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"Vhy?"
"Well, I was offered a job here and for the Puddlemere Quidditch team, and I took both of them."
"You are playing Quidditch as vell?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "Maybe I'll play you sometime."
"Maybe."
"Mr. Potter?" Croaker had returned. "This is Horatio Nivarez, the head of the Field worker department of the D.M."
Harry shook hands with a thick necked, black haired, blue eyed man.
"Hello Harry," said Horatio, grinning. "So, you're going to be a field worker?"
"Yep."
"Well, let me show you around-" Horatio showed Harry how field workers operate. When working on a case, a F.W. (as they were called) had to wear a disguise, for most F.W's were well known. They would take a sort of Polyjuice Potion, that lasts longer and it does not transform you into a real person, but of one of their creation.
The F.W.'s got a letter each week, saying what they would have to do, depending on where they were. Every time a case was completed, the F.W was supposed to fill out a report about their case and immediately take it to the Department of Mysteries.
Horatio had given Harry an armload of stuff to take home and study. After Harry had Apparated home he dumped the papers and books on his bed and he flopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Hey Harry," Sirius was there. "Something wrong?"
"Nah," Harry replied. Sirius walked over to the bed and picked up one of the books that Harry had dumped there.
"A guide to Field Workers in the Department of Mysteries," Sirius read off of the title.
"Jesus Christ! You have to read all of this stuff for the D.M?"
"Yeah," Harry groaned.
"Yuck."
"Why are you here Sirius?"
"Well, you see, James has a date."
"He has a what?"
"He has a date," Sirius repeated.
"Why?"
"Well, a nice lady in his office asked him out and he accepted."
Harry looked shocked.
"He accepted."
"Yeah, so? I have a date with a girl on Friday."
"Really? Who would want to go out with you? Joking! Joking!" Harry said as Sirius swatted him playfully in the head.
"All right, I gotta go help you dad get ready, he's really nervous. I mean, this is the first date he's had in a while." Sirius smiled and walked out of the room.
Harry was about to lay back down, but something caught his eye. Ginny's letter. Harry picked it up and opened it. He reread it, then picked up a piece of parchment and his quill.
Dear Ginny, He wrote.
I'm doing fine, how're you? Tell Colin that to make the map work you have to say "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good." To turn it off you say "Mischief managed."
Anyway, you're right, it is no surprise that David was made Quidditch Captain. Guess what? I was chosen to play for Puddlemere United! I'm really happy about it.
You'll never guess who I met. Jersey Matten. Ron told me that you and her were friends. She might have written you, she said that she was going to when I had coffee with her on Monday. She's playing for Puddlemere too, that's how we met.
I gotta go now!
Harry
P.S. How'd the Quidditch try-outs go?
Harry folded up the letter and gave it to Hedwig, who eagerly flew out of the room. Harry watched her fly until he couldn't see her. He sighed and went downstairs.