A.N. I'd like to thank Tadariada and Lizzy/Tygrestick, who both helped me plan Harry and Jersey's costumes for this chapter! Hope you liked the chapter!
Malena
"Morning Harry." Harry was awoken by a girl's face staring at him in his sleep.
"Jersey!" Harry exclaimed angrily. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, we have practice in fifteen minutes," Jersey said sarcastically. "You should be thanking me for waking you up."
"I could've been naked," Harry hissed.
"Well, you weren't, luckily," Jersey said. "Now, c'mon, we gotta go."
"Could you leave me for a moment," Harry said. "I would like to get dressed in peace."
"All right," Jersey said. "Do you by any chance get the muggle newspaper?"
"No, why?"
"Well, we are still scheduled to go to the movies after the practice, aren't we?" Jersey said, now going through Harry's closet. She threw him a dark green robe and some pants.
"Well," Jersey eventually said, "I'm going to run to a muggle store to get a newspaper. I'll be right back." Jersey disapparated with a small pop!
Harry pulled on his clothes hurriedly, making sure that he would be fully dressed when Jersey returned. Jersey appeared two minutes later, just after Harry had pulled on his robes.
"Ready?" Jersey asked, smiling at Harry and putting the newspaper under her arm.
"Yep," Harry said, grabbing his broomstick and his wand. They both disappeared and reappeared in a giant Quidditch Stadium.
"Good," Shouted a voice. "You're early, I was hoping you would be."
It was Wallus. He was standing alone in the middle of the Quidditch field.
"Here are our practice schedules," Wallus said, handing them to Jersey and Harry. "And Matten, no more jokes, or you will have to suffer the consequences."
"YES SIR!" Jersey yelled. Wallus glared. All of a sudden there were four more 'pop's and the other teammates appeared. There was another girl with dark brown eyes and hair to match. A boy with a beaky nose and a buzz cut, another boy with blue, gelled and spiked hair, and another girl with short blond hair and thick glasses.
"Potter, Matten," growled Wallus. "These are your teammates, Corwin Thawdwell-" He pointed to the buzz cut boy. "Nora Allermanson." Brown eyed girl. "Bartholomew Norman-"
"Call me Speed," said the blue, spiked haired man.
"And this is Yolanda," said Wallus, motioning to the girl with the glasses. "These people will be like your family. This team will be your whole life. You will eat, breath, and live Quidditch."
"Oh give them a break Wally," said Speed. "Let's just practice."
A second later, all seven of them were in the air. Now Harry knew how Speed had gotten his name. He was fast. Even though he was riding a Firebolt, just like everyone else on the team, he reached speeds that Harry had never reached.
Jersey and the other Beater, Corwin, were rocketing around, chasing after the Bludgers.
"All right, Harry?" Jersey called as she rocketed past him.
"Yeah," Harry yelled back. He was keeping an eye out for the Snitch.
"POTTER!" Bellowed Wallus, all of a sudden. "WRONSKI FEINT! NOW!"
Harry went into a sharp dive, and he was speeding toward the ground. He must've been only an inch away from the ground when he pulled out of the dive. He could hear Jersey whooping from somewhere above him.
"AGAIN!" Yelled Wallus. Harry did the Wronski Feint at least 20 times before Wallus was satisfied.
After the practice, the teammates were trying to catch the balls so they could be put away. Harry was tearing after the Snitch when he spotted Jersey down on the ground. Talking to Speed. She was laughing and Speed was staring at her and smiling.
"Hands off," Harry muttered angrily to Speed even though he couldn't hear him, feeling a jolt of jealousy.
"Next practice is on Monday," Wallus said as he struggled to put the Bludgers back into their crate. "See you then."
"Ready to go to a movie," Jersey asked.
"Do you really want to spend the rest of the evening with a sweaty, smelly old me?"
"You're right," Jersey said, chuckling slightly. "We'll change first. Meet me at the Movie theater on Morningside Road at oh… 6?"
"Sure. See you then." Harry Apparated home, changed, got a bite to eat and chatted with James for a few minutes. James was going out with the girl again, Morgen or whatever her name was. At 5:58 Harry disappeared and reappeared outside of the theatre on Morningside Road. It had bright lights and movie posters on the outside.
"Hey Harry," said Jersey, appearing beside him. "Ready?"
"Yeah, what movie are we going to see?" Harry asked, holding the door open for Jersey.
"You'll see." Jersey walked up to the person behind the plastic window and got them both tickets.
"All right, time to get popcorn!" Jersey exclaimed. "And candy, lot's of candy and popcorn."
"Now, now," Harry said. "We don't want you to get to overstimulated."
"Yes Mom," Jersey said, putting on a whiny, little girl's voice.
They ordered a giant bucket of popcorn and a bag of M&M's.
"Melt in your mouth, but not in your hand," Jersey said. "Reminds me of one of my old boyfriends."
"C'mon, we'd better go to the theatre."
Harry and Jersey got seats in the back of the theatre. They had gotten tickets to a horror movie, not that it was scary. Harry and Jersey were more interested in throwing popcorn at the people in the lower seats.
"Bulls eye!" Jersey whispered. "Right in the back of the head. How'd you do?"
"The woman that I'm aiming at now has 13 pieces of popcorn stuck in her hair, and she doesn't even know it." Harry replied. Jersey snorted with laughter and threw another piece of popcorn.
"Oh man, that guy looks mad!" Jersey said. "Throw an M&M at him."
"Oh yeah, that will really make him feel happier."
"SHH!" Someone from the audience shushed them and they abandoned throwing the popcorn.
In the movie, a girl was being stalked by someone who was killing off her friends one by one, and she thought it was her ex, but then she found out that her ex was in Europe, so she suspected her boyfriend, and eventually it tuned out to be her best friend's ex's cousin, once removed who had died three years earlier. The plot made absolutely no sense, but they were having fun anyway. Whenever someone was about to be killed, Jersey would shout "LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!" or "HE'S GOT A GUN!" Then she would gasp dramatically and pretend to faint.
Harry and Jersey were having so much fun that they hardly noticed that the movie had stopped.
Harry went to Jersey's house, to drop her off.
"Well, see you next week." Harry said, as they stood in front of the doors.
"Er… actually, no. I have to go do something inhumane and suffer a cruel and unusual punishment."
"And that would be?"
"Going to visit my aunt and uncle in America." Jersey said.
"Ah…"
"But, I'll plan the costumes. Don't worry, we won't be superhero's in spandex or anything."
"Okay, well, then… goodnight."
"'Night Harry." Jersey leaned forward and kissed Harry on the lips. He numbly kissed her back, and was even a bit disappointed when she pulled away.
"See you at practice!" Jersey opened the door and walked inside.
"Bye," Harry whispered through the door.
"Where is she?" Harry wondered aloud, pacing in his room. "She said she'd be here at seven."
BING BANG BONG BONG-
"I"LL GET IT!" Harry bellowed, rocketing down the stairs. He sprinted to the entrance hall and pulled open the doors. His jaw dropped.
There was Jersey, wearing knee length, baggy, camouflage colored shorts, as well as a see throughish jersey, and a bandana in her hair. She was wearing dark sunglasses and under her jersey she was wearing a dark sports bra.
"'Sup?" She said, giving him a nod.
"Wow," Harry said. "Please don't tell me we're wearing matching outfits."
"Nope!" Jersey said, loosing her cool attitude. "Here's yours." She held up a hanger with a jersey with the number 69 on it. There were black, baggy pants with white stitching and a long chain on it.
"Whatda' think?" Jersey asked, handing them to Harry.
"They're… great. But, what are we going as?"
"Homies!"
"Ah…"
"Hurry up, go get dressed!" Harry took the clothes and went up to his room. He pulled on the pants that were about fifty times too big for him. Then he pulled on the Jersey which went down almost to his thighs. He put the bandana on his hair and then he walked back down.
"Hey Harry," Jersey said. "Looking fine!" Harry noticed James was hovering in the background.
"Hello Dad," Harry said. "How do I look?"
"Do you really want my opinion about those clothes?" James said.
"No."
"'Sup dawg!" Jersey said. "So, you're Harry's dad?"
"Yes," James said, raising his eyebrows at Jersey, as though he had never seen anything like her before.
"Harry," Jersey said, turning to him. "I think your dad's scared of me."
"Don't worry about it." Harry said. "Wait till you see her when she's acting semi-normal."
"I'll hold my judgement until then," James said, giving a small smile. He turned around and went back into the kitchen.
"Harry, something's missing… let me think…" Jersey said, looking Harry up and down. "Ah yes-" Jersey took out her wand and waved it. Huge shoes appeared on Harry's feet, and Harry felt his hair get a tad longer and a little curlier. Dark sunglasses appeared over his eyes.
"They're prescription, so don't worry about them," Jersey said, holding up a mirror to Harry. He looked like a punk, perfect. "Now, ready to go?"
"Guess so," Harry said. Jersey took him by the arm and they both disappeared.
They reappeared in front of a large mansion, with the window's illuminated. Classical music was coming from inside.
"Are you sure that we're at the right place?" Harry asked, eyeing someone in a large, poofy dress coming down the stairs.
"Positive," Jersey said, waving her wand and an invitation appeared in her hand.
"Exact same address."
"Well, should we go take a look?"
"I suppose so." The two of them walked up the many stairs to the rosewood front doors. Two House-Elves were waiting at the front doors, and they bowed low as they opened the doors.
The room that they had just entered didn't exactly look like the Halloween Party that Harry had imagined.
People were dressed up in medieval like clothes and waltzing around.
"What in the world?" Jersey said. She said it too loud and several people looked at her.
Harry could see several women looking at them as though they had never seen people get dressed up quite in this fashion before. Harry saw one man dressed like Romeo glance at Harry's scar (which Harry hadn't bothered to hide) and whisper excitedly to the woman behind her.
"Er…" Jersey said. "Are we at the right place?"
"I should home not!" Whispered a woman to Harry's right.
"Chris's party is downstairs," said a woman kindly. "I'll have one of my House-Elves leave you down there."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"Oh, and Mr. Potter," said the woman. "Love the costume."
Harry and Jersey grinned, embarrassed with their rude appearances.
The House Elf led both of them to a door on the side and showed them down a dark staircase into a room lit with disco balls and strobe lights. There was loud music playing.
"Now this is what I call a party!" Jersey exclaimed
"HEY JERS!" Exclaimed a boy. "WASSUP!?"
"Nuttin'," Jersey said.
"I'm glad you could come," said the boy, hugging Jersey.
"Chris this is Harry, Harry, this is Chris," Jersey said, introducing them.
"'sup Harry?" Chris said. Harry shrugged.
"C'mon Jers, Harry, I gotta introduce you to some people."
Jersey dragged Harry around, introducing him to half of the people at the party. Harry signed about 20 autographs before Jersey finally pulled him onto the dance floor.
"Come on Harry, let's dance."
"I'm warning you, I'm not the best dancer," Harry yelled over the music.
"Don't worry about it! Neither am I!" Jersey yelled back. And they danced anyway…
Eventually, Harry and Jersey were so tired from dancing that they went over to the table covered in food and drinks. As they sipped their drinks they admired some of the other costumes. There were a lot of people dressed as Muggles, there was even a couple dressed up as the Amish. There was a werewolf, and a vampire. The most elaborate costume had to be a woman dressed up as a peacock, with real feathers. At midnight, a food fight started. Punch, cakes, and other food went flying through the air.
"Oh Harry," Jersey said in a singsong voice, her wand in her hand. She pointed above his head. Harry glanced up and saw the entire vegetable platter (including the dip) floating a foot above his head.
"Oh Jersey," Harry said, imitating her voice. He pointed above her head, where the entire punch bowl was floating.
"You wouldn't," Jersey said.
"Oh, would I?" Harry flicked his wand and the punch bowl overturned on her head.
"T-that was n-not funny," Jersey said, wiping punch from her eyes. "Not f-funny at all."
"I found if quite amusing," Harry said. Jersey smirked at him and the vegetable platter overturned onto Harry's head.
"Oh, you are dead meat," Harry said, wiping ranch dip off of his sunglasses.
"Catch me if you can!" Jersey said, playfully running away. Harry chased after her and grabbed her around the waist and ground cake into her hair.
"Arg!" Jersey squealed. "Harry Potter, you are soooo dead!"
Harry and Jersey ran after each other, throwing more food and getting hit with a lot. Eventually, both of them were both covered in so much food that their clothes were barely distinguishable.
"All right, truce?" Jersey panted.
"Truce," Harry said, holding out his hand. Jersey shook his hand and then pulled him into a hug and smearing more food into the back of his head.
"That was not funny."
"Yes it was."
"No."
"Yes."
"No, it wa-" Harry was interrupted by Jersey kissing him full in the mouth.