Title: Future - Reconstructed to the Past
Chapter 1: Ordinary Day. I think not!
Authors: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: angelchild03@aol.com
Disclaimerz: HI! It's me again! LoL, sorry! Argh. Damnit! Don't ask. just please don't ask! It's 12:31 a.m. over here on Christmas eve, 2001. What can I say? I'm a bit hyped! Buuuuut, n-e-way. this story is an author- inserted fic - but, I'll just be using a different last name. My NEW last name, Northcott. Well, as normal disclaimers go, the only characters that belong to me are the ones you DON'T recognize!! (If you want, you ask, okay? Danka!) The others belong to J.K. Rowlings. I think I spelled that right. a-heh. *scratches head* What can I say? It's been a LOOOONG night .
Ooooooooh, yea! In this story, Hogwarts has decided to keep the students on for nine years instead of seven, ok? This takes place in sixth year, but since I haven't read up that far yet because my bookstore doesn't even have the fourth book yet, I'll just have to improvise, okay? So, please don't flame me if I get something wrong. As soon as I get the sixth book, I'll come back and change everything that I have wrong, okay?
Future - Reconstructed to the Past Chapter 1: Ordinary Day. I think not!
~They call you Mister Personality because ya so ugly/Hahaha!/They call you Mister Personality because ya so ugly/So ugly/Mister Personality because ya so ugly~
"Ugh. " remarked a semi-large pile of moon and star blankets. A small hand shot out from underneath the covers and slammed down on the blue - flamed alarm clock - only succeeding in causing it to blare louder.
~Now when I look at you/I go outta my mind/it's like I'm looking at/ someone's behind/You make the children scream and babies cry/with your crusty teeth and ya bloodshot eyes/Ya so ugly/Ya dad hadda tie a porkchop around ya neck/just ta get the dog ta play whit'cha~
"Damn. Christ." A voice muttered as the small medium-dark hand groped for the black cord that gave power to the blasted thing that ruined dreams. Upon finding it, the hand yanked it out and, grasping the damned mecha clock, threw it out of the room. "That is soo much better!" the voice laughed crazily "Now I can get up!"
The hand pulled back the navy-colored blankets to reveal a young girl with messy, curly brown hair, highlighted with blonde. Her eyes were a strange color - brown with green and gold woven in. They had the remarkable ability to change from sparkling with laughter and happiness, to a raging inferno of coldness and hatred that could frighten even the bravest of men. Her face was shaped a bit cherubic - especially since she had let her hair grow back from a short, boyish wedge back to her mid-back length hair. She sighed again and hopped perkily out of her warm bed. Grabbing her normal jewelry, a pewter and green necklace with a pewter dragon adorned with red rubies for eyes, a Celtic knot thumb ring, a tri-loop ring, and a small, gold ring with a small heart shaped peridot - her birthstone - and popped three earrings in her left ear (she had four peirces - one in her cartilage, and three in her lobes, but she only wore two in her lobes) and popped one other in her right ear (she had two, but she only wore one). She picked up her most prized possession: a seven-and-a-half inch switchblade her grandfather had bought for her when she was nine, its handle red and gold with a small golden lion's head on the hilt where the colored leather tapers met. She strapped it to a holder on her right upper thigh and jetted off to the bathroom.
The girl gazed into the mirror, pondering how she should wear her hair. She decided on down, as that was all she really liked to wear it as - or in a braid. She picked up a bottle of blue gel and squeezed a small amount into her palm. She rubbed her work-roughened hands together and gelled her hair back before brushing it out of her eyes.
When she made her way to her closet, she withdrew her dreary school uniform - a gray plaid skirt and a white, long-sleeved blouse with her name, Jessica Northcott, monogrammed over her left breast pocket in royal blue. She slipped out of her red flannel p.j. bottoms and drew on some hot pink softee short under them before stepping back into them. Stripping off her tank top, she clasped her bra and buttoned up her shirt. Sighing again, she regarded the hideously ugly gray skirt.
"Grrr. I *hate* this. this THING! UGH!" she cried out, her deep whiskey- sounding voice resonating through her house. A sudden crash from the kitchen area startled her into a run to see what had happened.
"Mawmaw? Are you okay?" she cried out, skidding into the area and causing the older woman to drop more dishes. "Oops. sorry." The girl replied, scratching the back of her head innocently.
"Jessica Joy. " Her grandmother said, slowly trailing off as her only granddaughter tried to escape.
"A-heh. I didn't do it?" Jessica went for her old, tried and true phrase, while backing out of the kitchen even more.
"Jesse, go get ready for school, before you're late, AGAIN." Her granny reprimanded, causing the teen to wince. "And you need to clean out the car! You STILL have nearly your whole closet in there, not to mention enough food for a small army! Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!" she threw her breakfast to her. Jesse grinned lightning quick and scooted out of the room, but not before calling out,
"But, grandma! You know me! Always on the run! Even with a bloody hangover!!" she laughed softly and rushed to her room, clutching her can of coke and bag of cookies. She laughed crazily again, causing her dog to look up from her bed and bark slightly at her insane actions. "Bai, Skitzo- Psycho! I'll be home soon!" she grabbed up her book bag, green parcel, shoes and school skirt. "See ya after school, Mawmaw!" she yelled as she bolted out of the house and locked the door.
The classic Eclipse GS 2001 series stood green and proud outside her home. She chortled happily and popped the trunk. Shoving aside all the mixed clothing, shoes, and what not, she placed her booksack down and buttoned up her skirt before stripping off her pajama pants and throwing them in the trunk and slamming it closed. Slipping on her shoes, she unlocked the driver's side door and thanked the gods once again that her report card had come back very different then they all had expected. Instead of four F's, she had come away with a B in Religion, a D in Chemistry and Algebra II, and a C in American History, thanks to a report she had done on the September 11 attack - and of course a LOT of last minute cramming. Firing up the engine and squealing out of the driveway, Jesse made her way to the hellhole she called Ursuline Academy.
~On the Earhart Bridge
Singing along with her newest c.d., Moulin Rouge, (on extremely low volume so as not to disturb her pounding migraine) Jesse didn't quite see the additional passenger that had just appeared in her car. A tap on her shoulder caused her to nearly swerve off the bridge. She cursed.
"What the hell!?" she squealed, steering the Eclipse to the side of the road, from the far left lane to the far right, ignoring the honks and angry cursing of those drivers she had nearly hit. "Who the *HELL* are *YOU*!?"
"Wouldn't you just love to know that?" the passenger replied, or more accurately, the male passenger with green eyes and jet-black hair.
"Yes. I would." She said curtly, twisting in her seat to look him in the face - and regretted it almost instantly, on account of she felt as though she had been place in a vat full of nothing but ice water. She shivered involuntarily. "Get the fuckin' hell outta my car. NOW."
"No. You and I are going on a little journey. Your grandfather would have taken you himself, but seeing as he's dead, I'll just take you." This minute speech resulted in the green-eyed boy getting decked quite hard across the face.
"Don't you EVER speak of my grandfather like that in my presence. Understand me?" she ground out, her eyes appearing to glow, turning a lighter shade of gold in her fury.
"Eh. Very well. Here we go." The green-eyed male said, pulling a wand out of his pocket. Jesse's eyes grew wide. "Your father would have wanted you to go on this journey as well."
"You - you knew my daddy?"
"Yes, well, in a manner of speaking. I guess you could say that." With that, the car and its two occupants vanished in what would later be described as a myriad of fire and explosions.
~Hogwarts - above the Quidditch Pitch
"And Johnson passes the Quaffle off to Spinnet - she goes for a goal - she makes it! That changes the score to Gryffindor - 70, Slytherin - 40. What! What's Potter doing? I think he's spotted the Snitch!" Lee Jordan, commentator for the Quidditch games, cried out as he watched his fellow Gryffindor shoot toward the ground - but his attention to Harry Potter was soon taken as he noticed a large object falling swiftly from the sky. "What the hell is *THAT*!?" he cried, but was promptly reprimanded by Professor McGonagall. Then she noticed the rapidly falling object that was getting bigger by the passing second. McGonagall snatched the magical microphone from a distracted Lee.
"Attention, everyone! Please clear the Pitch. Repeat: Please, quickly clear the Pitch." As the descending object grew nearer, the Professors were able to distinguish it as a car - a strange looking car, but a car. A loud crash was heard as it landed on the ground. Dead silence hung in the air, before a door opened and out fell a girl. She got up shakily and then fell to her knees as she vomited up her breakfast due to her hangover and severe dizziness. The second car door opened and out stepped another person, only this one male. He walked around the back of the car to where the young girl was and grabbed her by the front of her shirt and lifted her up and slammed her against the driver's side door.
~Back on the Pitch
"Well, Arisa, what do you think of your parent's old school? And your grandparents' also?" the boy asked, shaking her.
"Wha~?" Jesse asked, confused. "Who? I'm not Arisa. Are you on crack or something!?" she cried out, trying to disentangle herself from him.
"I am not on cocaine!" The boy screamed, "I know a lot of things. But I also know that you know what I want - you know where it is. Your grandfather told you, before he died. Are you remembering? Stupid old bastard. Couldn't do anything right." As he said this, shaking her violently and beginning to sound slightly insane, Jesse's memory was beginning to come back - but as soon as she heard him call her grandfather a bastard, her temper broke. She reached under her skirt and drew out the switchblade.
"You fucking piece of shit! How *DARE* you call my grandfather that!" Jesse ground out as she flipped out the silver blade. She took a wild stab at him and was unsuccessful in injuring him. This caused her to be roughly thrown to the ground. She rolled and leaped to her feet, taking a second to take in her surroundings. She gasped out loud as she noticed people were above her FLYING on BROOMS. She shook her head and it was at this moment that the 'boy' decided to change. Into Lord Voldemort to be exact. "Oh shit." Was the only comment she was capable of making. She turned and ran, her feet slipping and sliding on the wet grass. She heard him mutter something behind her and ducked, narrowly avoiding a flash of green light that jetted past her shoulder blade. She glanced back around and watched him slowly raise his wand.
"Crucio!" Was all he said.
But, before the spell could hit her, she was swept up in strong arms and was flown above danger. Jesse twisted slightly to see who her savior was - and was met by a blinding head of red hair. She quickly re-shut the blade and put it back into its sheathe.
"Hi." Was all she was able to manage over the butterflies that had decided to take over her body. They multiplied when the young man smiled at her.
"'Ello. Are you alright?" he asked, a distinct English accent gliding smoothly over the words. "I hope you don't have a fear of heights."
"Eh?" Jesse glanced down and immediately tightened her grip. Her voice cracked. "Heights? I really, REALLY don't like" her voice cracked sharply "heights!"
"Don't worry. I won't let you fall. just hold on." He replied, swerving abruptly to the left to avoid a hex. Jesse squealed promptly. "I'm gonna have to try and land but I'm gonna have to go down sharp, okay?" She nodded. "Okay. Get ready."
The redheaded boy veered suddenly to the ground and Jesse was forced to tighten her grip again - or else lose her grip and suddenly plummet to the ground.
"Get ready to hop off. I'll count to three, okay? One, two. are you okay?" he asked as he saw her begin shaking.
"Yea. " Her voice broke as she tried to get her shudders under control. "I think I'm ready. Shit!" she cried out as she saw a bright green light head straight for her - and felt the immediate agony as the light hit. The boy quickly landed and held her in his arms.
Jesse screamed as her body was seized in extreme pain - pain like she had never known. But, through this pain, she remembered everything. Everything that her grandfather had taught her before he died. She pushed off the arms that held her tightly and uttered the words "Finite Incantatum" and her body stopped convulsing. She stood up slowly, not used to the pain that the slightest movement caused. A sudden stampede caused her to reach out for some sort of balance. Her arm was met with another as she was pulled into an embrace and into safety - right before she became enchanted by darkness.
Voldemort hissed as his view of Jesse was obscured by the throng of people who had run from their seats when he had shown himself. "I WILL RETURN!" he cried as he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. It took many purple explosions from the end of various teachers' wands to quiet down the masses.
"Where is the girl?" Professor Dumbledore asked, weaving his way towards the hand that had shot up after the question. When he arrived, he took a good look at the young woman and said, "As I thought, she is the daughter of Michael and Rose Marie, granddaughter of Carmela and Anthony. Fred, bring her up to the Infirmary. I will be up there in a few moments. I need to check out a few things in her vehicle." The Weasley twins nodded, strangely serious for once. Their younger sister Ginny, and their younger brother Ron, and his friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter joined up with them as they set off to the infirmary, with Fred carrying the young brunette.
Well, obviously it's not Christmas Eve anymore, but hey! I got it done! I had to work all of my writing time around a wedding, rehearsal dinner, and babysitting my nephew. I hoped you liked cuz I had a ton of fun writing this chappa! Biggest thanks go out to my good friends: Jun'per-chan, Lita- chan, Tru-chan, and all my other Harry Potter loving friends! Bai Bai!
Chapter 1: Ordinary Day. I think not!
Authors: Elf Toshiba
E-mail: angelchild03@aol.com
Disclaimerz: HI! It's me again! LoL, sorry! Argh. Damnit! Don't ask. just please don't ask! It's 12:31 a.m. over here on Christmas eve, 2001. What can I say? I'm a bit hyped! Buuuuut, n-e-way. this story is an author- inserted fic - but, I'll just be using a different last name. My NEW last name, Northcott. Well, as normal disclaimers go, the only characters that belong to me are the ones you DON'T recognize!! (If you want, you ask, okay? Danka!) The others belong to J.K. Rowlings. I think I spelled that right. a-heh. *scratches head* What can I say? It's been a LOOOONG night .
Ooooooooh, yea! In this story, Hogwarts has decided to keep the students on for nine years instead of seven, ok? This takes place in sixth year, but since I haven't read up that far yet because my bookstore doesn't even have the fourth book yet, I'll just have to improvise, okay? So, please don't flame me if I get something wrong. As soon as I get the sixth book, I'll come back and change everything that I have wrong, okay?
Future - Reconstructed to the Past Chapter 1: Ordinary Day. I think not!
~They call you Mister Personality because ya so ugly/Hahaha!/They call you Mister Personality because ya so ugly/So ugly/Mister Personality because ya so ugly~
"Ugh. " remarked a semi-large pile of moon and star blankets. A small hand shot out from underneath the covers and slammed down on the blue - flamed alarm clock - only succeeding in causing it to blare louder.
~Now when I look at you/I go outta my mind/it's like I'm looking at/ someone's behind/You make the children scream and babies cry/with your crusty teeth and ya bloodshot eyes/Ya so ugly/Ya dad hadda tie a porkchop around ya neck/just ta get the dog ta play whit'cha~
"Damn. Christ." A voice muttered as the small medium-dark hand groped for the black cord that gave power to the blasted thing that ruined dreams. Upon finding it, the hand yanked it out and, grasping the damned mecha clock, threw it out of the room. "That is soo much better!" the voice laughed crazily "Now I can get up!"
The hand pulled back the navy-colored blankets to reveal a young girl with messy, curly brown hair, highlighted with blonde. Her eyes were a strange color - brown with green and gold woven in. They had the remarkable ability to change from sparkling with laughter and happiness, to a raging inferno of coldness and hatred that could frighten even the bravest of men. Her face was shaped a bit cherubic - especially since she had let her hair grow back from a short, boyish wedge back to her mid-back length hair. She sighed again and hopped perkily out of her warm bed. Grabbing her normal jewelry, a pewter and green necklace with a pewter dragon adorned with red rubies for eyes, a Celtic knot thumb ring, a tri-loop ring, and a small, gold ring with a small heart shaped peridot - her birthstone - and popped three earrings in her left ear (she had four peirces - one in her cartilage, and three in her lobes, but she only wore two in her lobes) and popped one other in her right ear (she had two, but she only wore one). She picked up her most prized possession: a seven-and-a-half inch switchblade her grandfather had bought for her when she was nine, its handle red and gold with a small golden lion's head on the hilt where the colored leather tapers met. She strapped it to a holder on her right upper thigh and jetted off to the bathroom.
The girl gazed into the mirror, pondering how she should wear her hair. She decided on down, as that was all she really liked to wear it as - or in a braid. She picked up a bottle of blue gel and squeezed a small amount into her palm. She rubbed her work-roughened hands together and gelled her hair back before brushing it out of her eyes.
When she made her way to her closet, she withdrew her dreary school uniform - a gray plaid skirt and a white, long-sleeved blouse with her name, Jessica Northcott, monogrammed over her left breast pocket in royal blue. She slipped out of her red flannel p.j. bottoms and drew on some hot pink softee short under them before stepping back into them. Stripping off her tank top, she clasped her bra and buttoned up her shirt. Sighing again, she regarded the hideously ugly gray skirt.
"Grrr. I *hate* this. this THING! UGH!" she cried out, her deep whiskey- sounding voice resonating through her house. A sudden crash from the kitchen area startled her into a run to see what had happened.
"Mawmaw? Are you okay?" she cried out, skidding into the area and causing the older woman to drop more dishes. "Oops. sorry." The girl replied, scratching the back of her head innocently.
"Jessica Joy. " Her grandmother said, slowly trailing off as her only granddaughter tried to escape.
"A-heh. I didn't do it?" Jessica went for her old, tried and true phrase, while backing out of the kitchen even more.
"Jesse, go get ready for school, before you're late, AGAIN." Her granny reprimanded, causing the teen to wince. "And you need to clean out the car! You STILL have nearly your whole closet in there, not to mention enough food for a small army! Well, what are you waiting for? Get going!" she threw her breakfast to her. Jesse grinned lightning quick and scooted out of the room, but not before calling out,
"But, grandma! You know me! Always on the run! Even with a bloody hangover!!" she laughed softly and rushed to her room, clutching her can of coke and bag of cookies. She laughed crazily again, causing her dog to look up from her bed and bark slightly at her insane actions. "Bai, Skitzo- Psycho! I'll be home soon!" she grabbed up her book bag, green parcel, shoes and school skirt. "See ya after school, Mawmaw!" she yelled as she bolted out of the house and locked the door.
The classic Eclipse GS 2001 series stood green and proud outside her home. She chortled happily and popped the trunk. Shoving aside all the mixed clothing, shoes, and what not, she placed her booksack down and buttoned up her skirt before stripping off her pajama pants and throwing them in the trunk and slamming it closed. Slipping on her shoes, she unlocked the driver's side door and thanked the gods once again that her report card had come back very different then they all had expected. Instead of four F's, she had come away with a B in Religion, a D in Chemistry and Algebra II, and a C in American History, thanks to a report she had done on the September 11 attack - and of course a LOT of last minute cramming. Firing up the engine and squealing out of the driveway, Jesse made her way to the hellhole she called Ursuline Academy.
~On the Earhart Bridge
Singing along with her newest c.d., Moulin Rouge, (on extremely low volume so as not to disturb her pounding migraine) Jesse didn't quite see the additional passenger that had just appeared in her car. A tap on her shoulder caused her to nearly swerve off the bridge. She cursed.
"What the hell!?" she squealed, steering the Eclipse to the side of the road, from the far left lane to the far right, ignoring the honks and angry cursing of those drivers she had nearly hit. "Who the *HELL* are *YOU*!?"
"Wouldn't you just love to know that?" the passenger replied, or more accurately, the male passenger with green eyes and jet-black hair.
"Yes. I would." She said curtly, twisting in her seat to look him in the face - and regretted it almost instantly, on account of she felt as though she had been place in a vat full of nothing but ice water. She shivered involuntarily. "Get the fuckin' hell outta my car. NOW."
"No. You and I are going on a little journey. Your grandfather would have taken you himself, but seeing as he's dead, I'll just take you." This minute speech resulted in the green-eyed boy getting decked quite hard across the face.
"Don't you EVER speak of my grandfather like that in my presence. Understand me?" she ground out, her eyes appearing to glow, turning a lighter shade of gold in her fury.
"Eh. Very well. Here we go." The green-eyed male said, pulling a wand out of his pocket. Jesse's eyes grew wide. "Your father would have wanted you to go on this journey as well."
"You - you knew my daddy?"
"Yes, well, in a manner of speaking. I guess you could say that." With that, the car and its two occupants vanished in what would later be described as a myriad of fire and explosions.
~Hogwarts - above the Quidditch Pitch
"And Johnson passes the Quaffle off to Spinnet - she goes for a goal - she makes it! That changes the score to Gryffindor - 70, Slytherin - 40. What! What's Potter doing? I think he's spotted the Snitch!" Lee Jordan, commentator for the Quidditch games, cried out as he watched his fellow Gryffindor shoot toward the ground - but his attention to Harry Potter was soon taken as he noticed a large object falling swiftly from the sky. "What the hell is *THAT*!?" he cried, but was promptly reprimanded by Professor McGonagall. Then she noticed the rapidly falling object that was getting bigger by the passing second. McGonagall snatched the magical microphone from a distracted Lee.
"Attention, everyone! Please clear the Pitch. Repeat: Please, quickly clear the Pitch." As the descending object grew nearer, the Professors were able to distinguish it as a car - a strange looking car, but a car. A loud crash was heard as it landed on the ground. Dead silence hung in the air, before a door opened and out fell a girl. She got up shakily and then fell to her knees as she vomited up her breakfast due to her hangover and severe dizziness. The second car door opened and out stepped another person, only this one male. He walked around the back of the car to where the young girl was and grabbed her by the front of her shirt and lifted her up and slammed her against the driver's side door.
~Back on the Pitch
"Well, Arisa, what do you think of your parent's old school? And your grandparents' also?" the boy asked, shaking her.
"Wha~?" Jesse asked, confused. "Who? I'm not Arisa. Are you on crack or something!?" she cried out, trying to disentangle herself from him.
"I am not on cocaine!" The boy screamed, "I know a lot of things. But I also know that you know what I want - you know where it is. Your grandfather told you, before he died. Are you remembering? Stupid old bastard. Couldn't do anything right." As he said this, shaking her violently and beginning to sound slightly insane, Jesse's memory was beginning to come back - but as soon as she heard him call her grandfather a bastard, her temper broke. She reached under her skirt and drew out the switchblade.
"You fucking piece of shit! How *DARE* you call my grandfather that!" Jesse ground out as she flipped out the silver blade. She took a wild stab at him and was unsuccessful in injuring him. This caused her to be roughly thrown to the ground. She rolled and leaped to her feet, taking a second to take in her surroundings. She gasped out loud as she noticed people were above her FLYING on BROOMS. She shook her head and it was at this moment that the 'boy' decided to change. Into Lord Voldemort to be exact. "Oh shit." Was the only comment she was capable of making. She turned and ran, her feet slipping and sliding on the wet grass. She heard him mutter something behind her and ducked, narrowly avoiding a flash of green light that jetted past her shoulder blade. She glanced back around and watched him slowly raise his wand.
"Crucio!" Was all he said.
But, before the spell could hit her, she was swept up in strong arms and was flown above danger. Jesse twisted slightly to see who her savior was - and was met by a blinding head of red hair. She quickly re-shut the blade and put it back into its sheathe.
"Hi." Was all she was able to manage over the butterflies that had decided to take over her body. They multiplied when the young man smiled at her.
"'Ello. Are you alright?" he asked, a distinct English accent gliding smoothly over the words. "I hope you don't have a fear of heights."
"Eh?" Jesse glanced down and immediately tightened her grip. Her voice cracked. "Heights? I really, REALLY don't like" her voice cracked sharply "heights!"
"Don't worry. I won't let you fall. just hold on." He replied, swerving abruptly to the left to avoid a hex. Jesse squealed promptly. "I'm gonna have to try and land but I'm gonna have to go down sharp, okay?" She nodded. "Okay. Get ready."
The redheaded boy veered suddenly to the ground and Jesse was forced to tighten her grip again - or else lose her grip and suddenly plummet to the ground.
"Get ready to hop off. I'll count to three, okay? One, two. are you okay?" he asked as he saw her begin shaking.
"Yea. " Her voice broke as she tried to get her shudders under control. "I think I'm ready. Shit!" she cried out as she saw a bright green light head straight for her - and felt the immediate agony as the light hit. The boy quickly landed and held her in his arms.
Jesse screamed as her body was seized in extreme pain - pain like she had never known. But, through this pain, she remembered everything. Everything that her grandfather had taught her before he died. She pushed off the arms that held her tightly and uttered the words "Finite Incantatum" and her body stopped convulsing. She stood up slowly, not used to the pain that the slightest movement caused. A sudden stampede caused her to reach out for some sort of balance. Her arm was met with another as she was pulled into an embrace and into safety - right before she became enchanted by darkness.
Voldemort hissed as his view of Jesse was obscured by the throng of people who had run from their seats when he had shown himself. "I WILL RETURN!" he cried as he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. It took many purple explosions from the end of various teachers' wands to quiet down the masses.
"Where is the girl?" Professor Dumbledore asked, weaving his way towards the hand that had shot up after the question. When he arrived, he took a good look at the young woman and said, "As I thought, she is the daughter of Michael and Rose Marie, granddaughter of Carmela and Anthony. Fred, bring her up to the Infirmary. I will be up there in a few moments. I need to check out a few things in her vehicle." The Weasley twins nodded, strangely serious for once. Their younger sister Ginny, and their younger brother Ron, and his friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter joined up with them as they set off to the infirmary, with Fred carrying the young brunette.
Well, obviously it's not Christmas Eve anymore, but hey! I got it done! I had to work all of my writing time around a wedding, rehearsal dinner, and babysitting my nephew. I hoped you liked cuz I had a ton of fun writing this chappa! Biggest thanks go out to my good friends: Jun'per-chan, Lita- chan, Tru-chan, and all my other Harry Potter loving friends! Bai Bai!