Dear Mr. And Mrs. Potter,
I am writing you this letter to inform you that your son, Jamea has been ditching school with a few of his friends. Since this seems to be a reoccurring subject, we will now be restricting him to the castle. We hope that in the future he will follow orders.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Harry crumpled up the letter, threw it in the air and blew it up with fire. Katherine grinned.
"Why do they send us these things when they know we don't care because we did the exact same things in school?" Harry said. "I mean, really? She of all people knew that we were out of out beds three times a week."
"Yes, I agree." Katherine said. "But we should say something to him."
"Son, don't listen to that anal bitch." Harry said and shook a finger at an invisible Jamea in front of him.
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"Jamea Potter, come to my office." Professor McGonagall said loudly.
Jamea looked up in mid bite of porridge.
"Why?" He asked.
"We need to discuss a few things, you and I."
"Okay." Jamea said and got up. He hadn't done AYTHING wrong since he had snuck out the last week. What was going on?
~*
"Take a seat." She said once they had gotten there.
"Okay." Jamea said.
"Now," She was looking at him oddly, "Your parents have expressed some concern about your well being and they have left it up to me to inform you of a few changes."
"What?" Jamea gasped.
"In your history classes, you have learned about The Lord Voldemort, have you not?"
"Yes, of course we have." Jamea said. "Why are we talking about this?"
"Because, he's not as dead as your parents hoped when they killed him." McGonagall said. "And he does not take defeat kindly, Jamea."
"What are you getting at?"
"That you aren't safe." McGonagall said. "You are not safe at all. I do not want you leaving your common room after dark for any reason whatsoever."
"Professor that's a rather grand request!" Jamea said. "I need more than that!"
"Lord Voldemort was so pleased when you were born." McGonagall said sadly. "He wanted to make you his heir. Your parents were terrified…I think they were terrified at least. You see, nobody could ever tell with them, they were always impassive. Why am I reliving the past?" McGonagall said. "Your mother may be going into hiding soon. Harry would never do that, he's to proud for his own good…"
"Why are you telling me this?" Jamea said. "Why would my mother want to go into hiding?"
"I told you Jamea, Voldemort didn't take his defeat 15 years ago kindly! He already killed Lindsay Wolff! Do you want to be killed to?"
"He- he killed Lindsay?" Jamea said. "But why?"
"He wanted to get back at your parents, I guess. Jamea. Listen to me! Do not leave the common room after dark!"
"I won't Ma'am." Jamea said, a little scared.
He stood up to leave.
"Oh and Jamea?'
"Yes?"
"I'm sure you'll be fine." She smiled at him,
He returned the smile and left. Jamie was on the other side, waiting for him.
"How much did you hear?"
"None of it." She said and grabbed his hand as they walked down the corridor. "I have bad ears anyways."
"Thank god for that!" Jamea said and squeezed her hand.
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"Harry." Katherine said. "Harry!"
Harry looked up from his pacing. "What is? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No." Katherine said and laughed. "I was only wondering if you were talking to your dad much any more?"
"Last I heard he was working on getting my mother to come up here." Harry said with a shrug. "He said he wasn't going to come again unless she was coming with him."
"That's so cute."
"Not really." Harry said.
"What are you so nervous about?" Katherine demanded.
"They were our age when they died Kat!" Harry said and sat down heavily at the kitchen table.
"We aren't going to die." Katherine said and yawned. "Will you help me upstairs?"
"Of course." Harry said and helped her up.
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"Psst -Jamea!"
Jamea rolled over in bed. Evan was grinning at him deviously.
"What is it?" He asked,
"I've got to show you something."
"I cant." Jamea said. "I'm not allowed to leave the common room after dark."
"Are you telling me the rules have finally caught up with you?" Evan said. "Oh come on!"
"I cant." Jamea persisted.
"But you'll never guess what I found!" Evan said.
"Does it have anything to do with my dad?"
"A little."
"Then I don't want to see it." Jamea said and rolled over and fell asleep.
Evan walked out of the room and down to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Where is he, my lord?" Luscious Malfoy asked. "Where is the boy?"
"He decided not to join us tonight." Said Evan. And then, there was a little flash and Voldemort had taken Evan's place. "He's a little smarter than his father was. All the better for us. Let us go to the chamber." He cleared his throat and said to the sink in the snake language, "Open up."
The two men slid down into the chamber's depths.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *
"Ah caffeine!" Harry said as he sipped his coffee. "The giver of life. I love this stuff."
"Well, I think it's disgusting." Katherine said as she sat down. "I think it's going to be a boy."
"How do you figure?"
"Oh I don't know." Kat said. "Just a feeling."
"I was pretty sure it was going to be a girl." Harry said.
"Oh, how do you figure?"
"I had a dream about it."
"Oh." Kat said. "Okay. Here's an idea. If it's a boy, I pick the name."
"And if it's a girl, I pick the name." Harry said. "Deal. But don't you think Jamea should have his say in this?"
"So no matter what we consult with him!" Katherine said brightly.
"Deal." Harry said and kissed her.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea was sick of taking notes. Who cared about throwing water anyways? It was never going to come in useful. So he sat slumping farther and farther under his desk, twiddling his thumbs. A breeze whipped by his face. Jamea sat up quickly. Where had THAT come from? The windows were shut and the breeze affected nobody else. Was he imagining things? It was possible.
He sighed and twiddled his thumbs faster.
The breeze came back and knocked off his papers. Professor Flitwick stopped talking and looked at Jamea who blushed and hurriedly picked up his papers.
"What are you doing?" Squeaked Flitwick.
"Nothing sir- I mean" - Jamea cleared his throat- "I was taking notes but- my papers- the breeze!"
"What breeze?" The teacher said crossly. "My windows are shut! Are you telling me that you can summon wind without a wand?" He laughed. "Jamea, please pay attention."
Jamea humphed and slouched again. This time he did not twiddle his thumbs. Instead he wiggled his finger in a circle. To his great astonishment a small whirlwind appeared on his desk, about three feet high. Jamea yelled in surprise and jumped off of his chair.
"PUT IT OUT JAMEA!" Flitwick yelled as loudly as he could.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW!" Jamea said, panicking.
"WELL THINK!" Flitwick said jumping up and down.
Jamea thought. He lifted his hands to his chest, making parallel, horizontal lines and sandwiched them together. The cyclone flattened and with a poof was gone.
The class regained composure and clapped. Flitwick was outraged.
"OUT!" He yelled and the clapping died off. "OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!"
Jamea tried to explain but Flitwick was getting pretty red and Jamea thought that there was a chance he could explode so he gathered his things and left the classroom.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Out in the hall, Jamea sat down, leaning on the wall. How had that happened? Was there something wrong with him? Jamea's head was pounding. Normal kids couldn't do that. Why couldn't he be normal?
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Psst! Jamea!" Evan said.
Jamea rolled over and glared at Evan. "I told you! I cant go outside the common room at night!"
"You are really missing it though." Evan said. "I was reading about your dad the other day and this book- it said how to get into the Chamber of Secrets!"
"Why are you telling me this?" Jamea said.
"I just want you to come down there with me, okay?" Evan said. "I want you to open the Chamber for me okay? And when it's open you can just come back up here and fall asleep. Nobody will know. Nobody will have to know."
Jamea shook his head. "Not tonight Evan."
"You used to be cool. You used to have fun. What happened to you?"
"Nothing." Jamea said and sat up. Rules would not hold HIM back. "Let's go."
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A/N: Ooh! Cliffy! Sorry, you know, I love seeing you guys in pain. Not really, but I am known for some evil cliffhangers. And there has been a lack of them in this series I mean it! This is dedicated to uh ::thinks of somebody very nice who leaves good reviews:: Lily Potter. She is a great reviewer. Keep it up! Oh and this is also dedicated partially to Zepp Hob because I screwed up when in the last chapter's dedications and said Zebb Hop instead of what's above. I'm eternally sorry about that!
P.S. Um what didja'll think of the wind thing, eh? I mean few of you have been wondering what weird powers Jamea might have and I am way to nice to you, in my humble opinion, so I added in the wind thing. And now I have to think of some perfectly good reason why he has the power so it is extremely important that you ALL review and tell me if you liked the wind thing. If you don't like it, please be kind! Because if you do not like it, I will edit it out and make the chapter like 4 pages long…::sniff::
Thank you all for the lovely reviews! It means the world to me! I mean that too!
Love From,
Tad
I am writing you this letter to inform you that your son, Jamea has been ditching school with a few of his friends. Since this seems to be a reoccurring subject, we will now be restricting him to the castle. We hope that in the future he will follow orders.
Sincerely,
Professor Minerva McGonagall
Harry crumpled up the letter, threw it in the air and blew it up with fire. Katherine grinned.
"Why do they send us these things when they know we don't care because we did the exact same things in school?" Harry said. "I mean, really? She of all people knew that we were out of out beds three times a week."
"Yes, I agree." Katherine said. "But we should say something to him."
"Son, don't listen to that anal bitch." Harry said and shook a finger at an invisible Jamea in front of him.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Jamea Potter, come to my office." Professor McGonagall said loudly.
Jamea looked up in mid bite of porridge.
"Why?" He asked.
"We need to discuss a few things, you and I."
"Okay." Jamea said and got up. He hadn't done AYTHING wrong since he had snuck out the last week. What was going on?
~*
"Take a seat." She said once they had gotten there.
"Okay." Jamea said.
"Now," She was looking at him oddly, "Your parents have expressed some concern about your well being and they have left it up to me to inform you of a few changes."
"What?" Jamea gasped.
"In your history classes, you have learned about The Lord Voldemort, have you not?"
"Yes, of course we have." Jamea said. "Why are we talking about this?"
"Because, he's not as dead as your parents hoped when they killed him." McGonagall said. "And he does not take defeat kindly, Jamea."
"What are you getting at?"
"That you aren't safe." McGonagall said. "You are not safe at all. I do not want you leaving your common room after dark for any reason whatsoever."
"Professor that's a rather grand request!" Jamea said. "I need more than that!"
"Lord Voldemort was so pleased when you were born." McGonagall said sadly. "He wanted to make you his heir. Your parents were terrified…I think they were terrified at least. You see, nobody could ever tell with them, they were always impassive. Why am I reliving the past?" McGonagall said. "Your mother may be going into hiding soon. Harry would never do that, he's to proud for his own good…"
"Why are you telling me this?" Jamea said. "Why would my mother want to go into hiding?"
"I told you Jamea, Voldemort didn't take his defeat 15 years ago kindly! He already killed Lindsay Wolff! Do you want to be killed to?"
"He- he killed Lindsay?" Jamea said. "But why?"
"He wanted to get back at your parents, I guess. Jamea. Listen to me! Do not leave the common room after dark!"
"I won't Ma'am." Jamea said, a little scared.
He stood up to leave.
"Oh and Jamea?'
"Yes?"
"I'm sure you'll be fine." She smiled at him,
He returned the smile and left. Jamie was on the other side, waiting for him.
"How much did you hear?"
"None of it." She said and grabbed his hand as they walked down the corridor. "I have bad ears anyways."
"Thank god for that!" Jamea said and squeezed her hand.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Harry." Katherine said. "Harry!"
Harry looked up from his pacing. "What is? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"No." Katherine said and laughed. "I was only wondering if you were talking to your dad much any more?"
"Last I heard he was working on getting my mother to come up here." Harry said with a shrug. "He said he wasn't going to come again unless she was coming with him."
"That's so cute."
"Not really." Harry said.
"What are you so nervous about?" Katherine demanded.
"They were our age when they died Kat!" Harry said and sat down heavily at the kitchen table.
"We aren't going to die." Katherine said and yawned. "Will you help me upstairs?"
"Of course." Harry said and helped her up.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Psst -Jamea!"
Jamea rolled over in bed. Evan was grinning at him deviously.
"What is it?" He asked,
"I've got to show you something."
"I cant." Jamea said. "I'm not allowed to leave the common room after dark."
"Are you telling me the rules have finally caught up with you?" Evan said. "Oh come on!"
"I cant." Jamea persisted.
"But you'll never guess what I found!" Evan said.
"Does it have anything to do with my dad?"
"A little."
"Then I don't want to see it." Jamea said and rolled over and fell asleep.
Evan walked out of the room and down to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
"Where is he, my lord?" Luscious Malfoy asked. "Where is the boy?"
"He decided not to join us tonight." Said Evan. And then, there was a little flash and Voldemort had taken Evan's place. "He's a little smarter than his father was. All the better for us. Let us go to the chamber." He cleared his throat and said to the sink in the snake language, "Open up."
The two men slid down into the chamber's depths.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~ *
"Ah caffeine!" Harry said as he sipped his coffee. "The giver of life. I love this stuff."
"Well, I think it's disgusting." Katherine said as she sat down. "I think it's going to be a boy."
"How do you figure?"
"Oh I don't know." Kat said. "Just a feeling."
"I was pretty sure it was going to be a girl." Harry said.
"Oh, how do you figure?"
"I had a dream about it."
"Oh." Kat said. "Okay. Here's an idea. If it's a boy, I pick the name."
"And if it's a girl, I pick the name." Harry said. "Deal. But don't you think Jamea should have his say in this?"
"So no matter what we consult with him!" Katherine said brightly.
"Deal." Harry said and kissed her.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Jamea was sick of taking notes. Who cared about throwing water anyways? It was never going to come in useful. So he sat slumping farther and farther under his desk, twiddling his thumbs. A breeze whipped by his face. Jamea sat up quickly. Where had THAT come from? The windows were shut and the breeze affected nobody else. Was he imagining things? It was possible.
He sighed and twiddled his thumbs faster.
The breeze came back and knocked off his papers. Professor Flitwick stopped talking and looked at Jamea who blushed and hurriedly picked up his papers.
"What are you doing?" Squeaked Flitwick.
"Nothing sir- I mean" - Jamea cleared his throat- "I was taking notes but- my papers- the breeze!"
"What breeze?" The teacher said crossly. "My windows are shut! Are you telling me that you can summon wind without a wand?" He laughed. "Jamea, please pay attention."
Jamea humphed and slouched again. This time he did not twiddle his thumbs. Instead he wiggled his finger in a circle. To his great astonishment a small whirlwind appeared on his desk, about three feet high. Jamea yelled in surprise and jumped off of his chair.
"PUT IT OUT JAMEA!" Flitwick yelled as loudly as he could.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW!" Jamea said, panicking.
"WELL THINK!" Flitwick said jumping up and down.
Jamea thought. He lifted his hands to his chest, making parallel, horizontal lines and sandwiched them together. The cyclone flattened and with a poof was gone.
The class regained composure and clapped. Flitwick was outraged.
"OUT!" He yelled and the clapping died off. "OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!"
Jamea tried to explain but Flitwick was getting pretty red and Jamea thought that there was a chance he could explode so he gathered his things and left the classroom.
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
Out in the hall, Jamea sat down, leaning on the wall. How had that happened? Was there something wrong with him? Jamea's head was pounding. Normal kids couldn't do that. Why couldn't he be normal?
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
"Psst! Jamea!" Evan said.
Jamea rolled over and glared at Evan. "I told you! I cant go outside the common room at night!"
"You are really missing it though." Evan said. "I was reading about your dad the other day and this book- it said how to get into the Chamber of Secrets!"
"Why are you telling me this?" Jamea said.
"I just want you to come down there with me, okay?" Evan said. "I want you to open the Chamber for me okay? And when it's open you can just come back up here and fall asleep. Nobody will know. Nobody will have to know."
Jamea shook his head. "Not tonight Evan."
"You used to be cool. You used to have fun. What happened to you?"
"Nothing." Jamea said and sat up. Rules would not hold HIM back. "Let's go."
~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~* ~*
A/N: Ooh! Cliffy! Sorry, you know, I love seeing you guys in pain. Not really, but I am known for some evil cliffhangers. And there has been a lack of them in this series I mean it! This is dedicated to uh ::thinks of somebody very nice who leaves good reviews:: Lily Potter. She is a great reviewer. Keep it up! Oh and this is also dedicated partially to Zepp Hob because I screwed up when in the last chapter's dedications and said Zebb Hop instead of what's above. I'm eternally sorry about that!
P.S. Um what didja'll think of the wind thing, eh? I mean few of you have been wondering what weird powers Jamea might have and I am way to nice to you, in my humble opinion, so I added in the wind thing. And now I have to think of some perfectly good reason why he has the power so it is extremely important that you ALL review and tell me if you liked the wind thing. If you don't like it, please be kind! Because if you do not like it, I will edit it out and make the chapter like 4 pages long…::sniff::
Thank you all for the lovely reviews! It means the world to me! I mean that too!
Love From,
Tad