Disclaimer- Harry Potter, and any mention of anything related to the books, is owned by JK Rowling, not I.
Amid the Most Happiest Moment
Jessica collapsed onto her bed, with a flick of her wand dropping the levitated purchases as well. After her thirst for knowledge had been thoroughly quenched, Dumbledore had produced a used soda can (explained to Jessica as a portkey) from his robe, and with a pocketful of money and a hastily thrown winter coat over her jeans and T-shirt, Jessica had been off to Diagon Alley.
If it had of been up to her, she never would have left, but after being given permission to practice magic during the school months in which she'd be absent from, away from the prying eyes of muggles of course, the trip home had been made less of a chore.
She stared fondly at her wand, thinking back to the unkempt shop where it had been bought and the peculiar old man who had sold it to her.
She had tried wand after wand, emitting sparks and causing chairs to collapse, but finally when tiny budding roses emitted from the end of one wand he had grabbed it from her and let out a shout. "Dragon heart string, mahogany, eight inches," and then preceded to wrap it in a small black box. Ushering her out he had handed her the purchase and disappeared between the shelves of wands inside.
Dumbledore had only chuckled and led her to be fitted for her robes.
She now had her cauldron, a set of next year's books (she had decided on taking Ancient Runes, Divination, and Arithmacy along with the other necessary courses,) her robes, and much more. She began to wonder how she would manage to carry it all to the airport when the time came to leave.
She had just been practicing her "Quietus" spell when she heard her parent's shouting travel upwards from downstairs. "Too bad I can't use spells on them.." She squeaked in a small voice before remembering to remove the spell.
She inched downstairs just in time to catch ".. a witch!" and "Never!" She groaned, these next months before fall were going to be anything but pleasant. Her mother seemed dead set on kicking her out of the house come next summer when she would return home, but Jessica simply couldn't bring herself to believe it.
Making her way into the living room, whose couches were dreadfully bright reds and walls a horribly dull gray, she managed once again to catch a bit of the conversation, or shout fest.
"I've disowned her, Angus!" Her mother screamed in a threateningly loud voice, leering at her father. "No daughter of mine will be a witch."
"We can talk to her, Charlotte. She'll listen. I don't want her.."
Her mother raged with fury. "Listen? She doesn't know the meaning of the word! She's a witch. She went off with that spindly man and came home with her things floating above her!"
Jessica gulped, she had hoped her mother hadn't seen that.
Her father seemed shocked, and upon looking around the room to avoid eye contact with his wife he spotted his eldest daughter.
"Jessica, is it true?"
She nodded solemnly, fighting hard to keep a grin off her face. No matter how they felt, she would always think it had been the best thing to happen to her.
Her mother turned around, her eyes burning with hatred, catching Jessica off guard. "You made your choice. I just want you to know that when you go off to that little witchy school," she said it all in disgust as if trying to spit out some horribly rancid piece of food, "you won't be using the family name."
Jessica's eyes wandered to her father's, but what she found there was not the sympathy she had been looking for, but instead agreement.
"You've betrayed us, Jess," He said, shaking his head.
Jessica turned and ran back up the stairs, waiting until she reached her room to burst into tears. Her bed began to shake and her books and cauldron flew straight at the wall, but she didn't care as she bet the pillow on the dangerously vibrating bed, howling as if she'd lost her best friend, only it was much worse than that. She had lost her home and family amid the most happiest moment of her life.