Chapter 1: Remembering
A/N: This is the first chapter of many. Hopefully, you will appreciate the fully renovated appearance of this chapter; I spent about ½ hour on it. I really don't have anything else to say, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nina, Jessica, the park by Lily's house, and the idea that a certain person is alive are mine. Harry, Voldemort, Godric's Hollow, and certain dialog belong to J.K. Rowling, blah blah blah, If I was J.K. Rowling do you think I would be writing fanfiction?
Rating: This chapter isn't particularly PG-13, but later parts of the story are. I'm sorry if cusswords offend you but I go to public school, that's my excuse.
Jessica clapped her hands over her mouth as a fresh wave of vomit swept up to her mouth.
"Choo not doin' so good, wo' choo open a winda' fer da'. Nuffink smells wor' dan dried barf," Stan Shunpike sniggered. "Choo beder no' open yer mou'."
Jessica nodded, duh, and decided to think about something other than her stomach.
Jessica was as unusual as anyone, apart from being a witch in her fifth year of education, she was also not pure human. Her mother had been a Fire Veela, in other words, a Veela more beautiful and less haughty than the normal Veelas. Her mother, Nina De Locri, had strawberry-blond hair, blue eyes, and looked exactly like the ballerina she was. Jessica's father was Voldemort; she shuddered when she thought about the evil mark that was burned into her left forearm without her consent. Voldemort had met Nina while going to recruit giants from Germany, where Nina was visiting family. Voldemort had never felt such lust in his life. Nina, overcome by his apparent love, married him. It was not until Jessica was one year old when Nina found out who her husband really was.
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It was a cold rainy Halloween night. Jessica had been dressed as a rabbit witch, with furry, yellow ears protruding from a black witch's hat, black robes, and a waist length cloak tied in a bow. Jess could already walk so Nina and her daughter set off into the night to meet at the park by Lily's house. As Nina and Jessica were walking into Godric's Hollow (for they had to go through to get to the park) they heard the unmistakable scream of James Potter, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" A high pitched cackle of laughter pierced the cool night air and a door burst.
We have to help, save the Potters! Nina looked around wildly, picked up her daughter, and ran towards the sound. Good, Toms here, he'll save the Potters! Nina stopped short when she saw her beloved husband's face contorted and snake-like with gleaming, slanted, red eyes. He was advancing stealthily towards Lily as he stepped over her husband's body. Lily was clutching Harry at her chest, backing away from Voldemort.
"Give up the boy and I'll spare you."
"What will you do with us?" Lily narrowed her slanted green eyes.
"You, well, I'll just give you to a faithful Death Eater," Voldemort was reveling in Lily's panic, trusting her to give herself to a living hell for the safety of her son.
"And Harry?"
"He'll grow up in heaven," He responded sick-sweetly.
"Not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside you silly girl… stand aside now!"
"No, spare Harry, take me instead."
Voldemort scratched his chin, appearing to think. "Fine."
Lily set Harry in his bassinet, kissed him and walked to Voldemort's side. "Will Sirius take him?"
"No," Voldemort took out his wand and aimed at Harry.
"You said you wouldn't kill him, you said you'd take me instead!"
"I lied," there was a blinding flash of green light and Voldemort disappeared. Death Eaters appeared and apparated her away. The dust cleared and Nina heard Harry's cries for his mother. She set Jess down and walked toward the rubble and stroked Harry's face gently and he quieted.
"Mommy, where Daddy go," Nina felt a tug at the hem of her robes.
"Daddy had to go away, Jessie, he'll be gone a while. We need to go home."
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"Oy, Jessica Ri'ol, dis is da leaky col'ron," Stan's voice cut Jess out of Godric's Hollow and she wiped a tear from her eye. Remembering her childhood was especially painful in the aftermath of her mother's violent death. When she got off the bus the first person she saw was obviously at least a half giant.
"Are yeh Jessica Riddle?"
"Yes," she said distantly, taking in the scene. The man had wild black hair with a mouth, nose, and crinkly, beetle black eyes protruding from it.
"Well, I'm here ter take yeh ter Diagon Alley 'n King's Cross," the man had a deep husky voice. " N' by t he was I'm Hagrid." Hagrid stuck out his dustbin-sized hand and grasped Jessica's frail, pale hand in his. "I'm Jessica Riddle, but I guess you already knew that. I have the letter in my trunk," she said, carelessly waving a hand behind her as Stan heaved her trunk off the bus, stepped back on board tipping his hat, and was out with a bang.
"So, It's this brick, right?" Jess had turned to the garden wall and stepped back as Diagon Alley materialized in front of them. Stepping through the archway, the first people she saw were three friends. A tall, freckled wizard with flaming red hair, a girl who's hair had been bushy, but was now turning into a smooth, sleek, gleaming, chestnut brown mane. Sitting between them was a short boy with a clearly visible scar showing through his messy bangs, This, she thought, is definitely Harry Potter.