Disclaimer: concept and select characters do not belong to me but to J.K.
Rowling. Jae Long, the school of the Carolinas among a few select things
are my own but Harry Potter, Hogwarts and sadly enough Oliver Wood do not
belong to me *sighs* This story is more centered around my personal
character and her relationships with characters in the Harry Potter series.
Enjoy.
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One~ The Decimation of a Generation
"I can't believe it's over," Alexis Bonefit said as she adjusted her purple and gold tie out from her grey vest.
Her dark haired friend had already removed her tie and had decided it looked better as a headband.
"Jae, I don't even think that's muggle fashion this year."
"Well I think the purple and gold compliment my black raven locks don't you think?"
"You're never gonna get a guy..."
"Good. No business of mine to care."
Alexis just looked at her friend, her blue eyes annoyed and slightly repulsed. "Jae, people are gonna think..."
"It ain't my business what other people think. I reckon they'll think what they wish to think regardless of what the truth of the matter is."
"Jae..."
"What is it Alexis?" her tone grew more serious.
"Don't you want to get married someday?"
"For heaven's sake are we thinking too far ahead."
"But..."
"I am 17-years-old. I'd like to have a life before I lose it or give it to another."
"Jae..."
"What now?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Heaven no. Far as I'm concerned I'm already married."
"What?"
"I'm married to Quidditch. That is my life."
"Heck that's no life."
"It's my life and I'm proud of it."
"You'll never get a guy with that attitude."
"Fine by me. If a guy can't accept who I am for what I am he ain't worth my time." Jae sniffed the air. "Food time!"
Alexis watched and sighed as she saw Jae Long take off towards the Great Hall of Carolinas School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a dead sprint.
It was the eighth of May and exams had just let out a few days before. Jae and Alexis had finished their seventh and final year at school and in a few days they would be heading back home on the enchanted ski-lifts and train through the mountains fully graduated.
The school was located deep within the Great Smokey Mountains in the state of North Carolina, hidden by the mystical fog in a section muggles, or what we think of as normal people or homo sapiens, those who could not use magic, could never get to or find. The closest town to this place was in Tennessee, a town called Gatlinburg, and every now and then students would go in there to browse the shops and Ripley's Believe it or Not or something like that. Nearby there was a small village that was completely for the students and other folks like them to do their shopping as well. In the commercial area though they were well protected and were not looked upon like they didn't belong. People in America hardly ever noticed when people had gifts in magic, and when they did, they no longer cared. Carolinas was the youngest of all these schools. It was founded only 100 years ago.
After dinner Jae left the building on the Firebolt she had gotten from the company. They recognized her as the fastest Quidditch Chaser they had ever seen and offered to pay her to ride this broom. Jae could not object for it was indeed the best broom ever made.
She was not like anyone else at her school and yet she wasn't Head Girl, prefect or Quidditch Captain. She was simply Jae Long, the only known telepathic, empathic and telekinetic witch ever. Her gifts in these fields produced within her an element of pre-cognition and something had told her to get out of the school building after dinner.
Quidditch had always been her life. Ever since she was a little girl her muggle Gramma had always made her train. Jae's mother had been a Chaser for Gryffindor at Hogwarts school in Scotland when she was a girl and her father had been a Keeper here at the Carolinas for his, and now Jae's house called Slay.
She flew to the Quidditch field and did laps up and down, circling the goal posts. She had always wondered what it was like on the other positions in the game for she had been a Chaser ever since her second year when she made the team for her house. Jae wasn't the best at first but had always been the fastest. She flew on Cleansweep Sevens ever since she could remember and had reached speeds unheard of on them. She positioned herself near the middle hoop out of the three on one edge of the stadium. It was her fourth year that began her unstoppable career. Although her team was far from undefeated, she had not yet been blocked by a Keeper since before the first game against Jones her fourth year at Carolinas. Headmaster Muse said that never before had he seen such talent on the Quidditch field. He told Jae that soon enough wizards and witches around the globe would know her name.
"Jae Long!"
She whirled around and saw her team, Carolinas' Quidditch Cup Champions of the Slay house. Joseph Marcus, the brilliant blue-eyed wonder or more commonly known as the Quidditch Captain and Keeper lead the five smaller male-types towards the field. He had also finished out his last year at Carolinas but since winning the Quidditch Cup, he had his eyes set on one thing, and the thought repulsed Jae for it was less than honorable she was certain.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her.
"I was not about to let this beautiful day go to waste."
He looked up at the sky and noticed something in the sky cloud formation. "Looks like a storm's a brewing. You best get indoors."
She noticed that all the guys on the team were behind the male whose head had outgrown his body. Rolling her eyes she said, "I will come in when I see fit."
"Arrogance will get you nowhere, Long," he said, his voice getting edgy and dark.
"I'd suggest you'd listen to your own advice before giving it out."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Practice what you preach. Nobody likes a hypocrite."
"I'm your..."
"Not anymore you aren't. And I'd suggest you watch your mouth before I am forced to come down there and knock it to the other side of your cranium."
Michael Gabriel, a sixth year brown-haired Chaser with green-grey eyes, tugged on the Quidditch Captain's sleeve and pointed up at the sky. Lightning was flashing and the light reflected back like stars in his eyes.
"No Michael, we are not staying out here." Joseph said. He looked back up at Jae, his bright blue eyes pleading off-set by his black hair. "You coming?"
The thought had crossed her mind as the rolling grey clouds rippled with laser-like beams shooting from cloud to cloud. She closed her eyes as a headache took over her. Normally a headache like this would immobilize her for hours on end but not this time. "Don't wait for me. I'll be right behind you," she said looking up into the clouds, without much intention to follow too close behind if at all.
"She senses something, Marcus," Michael said.
"You know what it means when she does," Jose Rodrigues said. He was a bright man for a Seeker. Not that all Seekers weren't bright, it was more that to Jae, Seekers tended to either have a slight habit of sarcasm or play the game of "Captain Obvious."
"Marcus..." Josh Baker, the other Chaser said.
"Leave her."
Jae stared down at him and sensed his frustration and anger at her. Just the emotions raging through him alone were enough to make her fear what was on his mind.
"But Marcus," Michael had a look of fear in his eyes only comparable to one face-to-face with the Dark Lord and not prepared.
"It's her own funeral. Leave her." His robes whirled around and his minions of a Quidditch team followed.
She floated herself down to the bottom of the posts that hoisted the hoops and she swung herself around the bottom in a dance way but saw a cloud of green or grey or black smoke descending onto the school.
Escape!
Jae whirled around and saw nothing from whence the voice had come. It was her mother's voice, one she was very familiar with talking to her in her head whenever danger was near. She had heard this time her mother's thick British accent telling her to escape. Jae's head was pounding and suddenly she looked up. Fire was pouring out of the school building's windows. She jumped on her broom and was about to fly towards the flame-ridden structure as...
Escape! Jae, escape!
I have to help.
Voldemort.
The green-eyes emerged from within her brown changing color like most hazel eyes do. She took off on her broom and made towards Grandfather Mountain, which luckily for her because of her speed wasn't too far.
Green erupted from the school and suddenly it was gone. Burnt to ash and all that were there evaporated into the midst of the Smokey Mountains. Alexis, her Quidditch team, professors, and even the other rival houses, all decimated. All were dead. She had heard their cries for help, their screams, their sufferings, all in her head. She had felt the pain, the torture, the agony, the angst, and all the range of emotions of those who were about to die. They let out a cry and were suddenly silenced. It was like a planet had been exploded into a shard of dust, but instead it was a school. An entire generation of American wizards and witches were now gone from all existence.
And yet the single shadow that emerged from the rubble of dust, that now looked much like the surface of the moon, did not appear to be finished. She knew his name. Everyone did. Everyone who heard the name cringed and most who valued their lives were afraid to say it. But not Jae.
Voldemort.
The Dark Lord had returned.
She hid there now, on Grandfather Mountain, in the midst of the trees that would now do anything to protect her. They knew her secret. They knew who she was. They also knew why the Carolinas now ceased to exist. They let Jae Long know precisely why this had all happened and she tried to cast all emotion aside like most well-trained Quidditch players could, but she could not. A tear emerged from the corner of her eye, and she that let on no fear was frightened.
Voldemort was looking for her.
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One~ The Decimation of a Generation
"I can't believe it's over," Alexis Bonefit said as she adjusted her purple and gold tie out from her grey vest.
Her dark haired friend had already removed her tie and had decided it looked better as a headband.
"Jae, I don't even think that's muggle fashion this year."
"Well I think the purple and gold compliment my black raven locks don't you think?"
"You're never gonna get a guy..."
"Good. No business of mine to care."
Alexis just looked at her friend, her blue eyes annoyed and slightly repulsed. "Jae, people are gonna think..."
"It ain't my business what other people think. I reckon they'll think what they wish to think regardless of what the truth of the matter is."
"Jae..."
"What is it Alexis?" her tone grew more serious.
"Don't you want to get married someday?"
"For heaven's sake are we thinking too far ahead."
"But..."
"I am 17-years-old. I'd like to have a life before I lose it or give it to another."
"Jae..."
"What now?"
"Don't you want to?"
"Heaven no. Far as I'm concerned I'm already married."
"What?"
"I'm married to Quidditch. That is my life."
"Heck that's no life."
"It's my life and I'm proud of it."
"You'll never get a guy with that attitude."
"Fine by me. If a guy can't accept who I am for what I am he ain't worth my time." Jae sniffed the air. "Food time!"
Alexis watched and sighed as she saw Jae Long take off towards the Great Hall of Carolinas School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a dead sprint.
It was the eighth of May and exams had just let out a few days before. Jae and Alexis had finished their seventh and final year at school and in a few days they would be heading back home on the enchanted ski-lifts and train through the mountains fully graduated.
The school was located deep within the Great Smokey Mountains in the state of North Carolina, hidden by the mystical fog in a section muggles, or what we think of as normal people or homo sapiens, those who could not use magic, could never get to or find. The closest town to this place was in Tennessee, a town called Gatlinburg, and every now and then students would go in there to browse the shops and Ripley's Believe it or Not or something like that. Nearby there was a small village that was completely for the students and other folks like them to do their shopping as well. In the commercial area though they were well protected and were not looked upon like they didn't belong. People in America hardly ever noticed when people had gifts in magic, and when they did, they no longer cared. Carolinas was the youngest of all these schools. It was founded only 100 years ago.
After dinner Jae left the building on the Firebolt she had gotten from the company. They recognized her as the fastest Quidditch Chaser they had ever seen and offered to pay her to ride this broom. Jae could not object for it was indeed the best broom ever made.
She was not like anyone else at her school and yet she wasn't Head Girl, prefect or Quidditch Captain. She was simply Jae Long, the only known telepathic, empathic and telekinetic witch ever. Her gifts in these fields produced within her an element of pre-cognition and something had told her to get out of the school building after dinner.
Quidditch had always been her life. Ever since she was a little girl her muggle Gramma had always made her train. Jae's mother had been a Chaser for Gryffindor at Hogwarts school in Scotland when she was a girl and her father had been a Keeper here at the Carolinas for his, and now Jae's house called Slay.
She flew to the Quidditch field and did laps up and down, circling the goal posts. She had always wondered what it was like on the other positions in the game for she had been a Chaser ever since her second year when she made the team for her house. Jae wasn't the best at first but had always been the fastest. She flew on Cleansweep Sevens ever since she could remember and had reached speeds unheard of on them. She positioned herself near the middle hoop out of the three on one edge of the stadium. It was her fourth year that began her unstoppable career. Although her team was far from undefeated, she had not yet been blocked by a Keeper since before the first game against Jones her fourth year at Carolinas. Headmaster Muse said that never before had he seen such talent on the Quidditch field. He told Jae that soon enough wizards and witches around the globe would know her name.
"Jae Long!"
She whirled around and saw her team, Carolinas' Quidditch Cup Champions of the Slay house. Joseph Marcus, the brilliant blue-eyed wonder or more commonly known as the Quidditch Captain and Keeper lead the five smaller male-types towards the field. He had also finished out his last year at Carolinas but since winning the Quidditch Cup, he had his eyes set on one thing, and the thought repulsed Jae for it was less than honorable she was certain.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her.
"I was not about to let this beautiful day go to waste."
He looked up at the sky and noticed something in the sky cloud formation. "Looks like a storm's a brewing. You best get indoors."
She noticed that all the guys on the team were behind the male whose head had outgrown his body. Rolling her eyes she said, "I will come in when I see fit."
"Arrogance will get you nowhere, Long," he said, his voice getting edgy and dark.
"I'd suggest you'd listen to your own advice before giving it out."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Practice what you preach. Nobody likes a hypocrite."
"I'm your..."
"Not anymore you aren't. And I'd suggest you watch your mouth before I am forced to come down there and knock it to the other side of your cranium."
Michael Gabriel, a sixth year brown-haired Chaser with green-grey eyes, tugged on the Quidditch Captain's sleeve and pointed up at the sky. Lightning was flashing and the light reflected back like stars in his eyes.
"No Michael, we are not staying out here." Joseph said. He looked back up at Jae, his bright blue eyes pleading off-set by his black hair. "You coming?"
The thought had crossed her mind as the rolling grey clouds rippled with laser-like beams shooting from cloud to cloud. She closed her eyes as a headache took over her. Normally a headache like this would immobilize her for hours on end but not this time. "Don't wait for me. I'll be right behind you," she said looking up into the clouds, without much intention to follow too close behind if at all.
"She senses something, Marcus," Michael said.
"You know what it means when she does," Jose Rodrigues said. He was a bright man for a Seeker. Not that all Seekers weren't bright, it was more that to Jae, Seekers tended to either have a slight habit of sarcasm or play the game of "Captain Obvious."
"Marcus..." Josh Baker, the other Chaser said.
"Leave her."
Jae stared down at him and sensed his frustration and anger at her. Just the emotions raging through him alone were enough to make her fear what was on his mind.
"But Marcus," Michael had a look of fear in his eyes only comparable to one face-to-face with the Dark Lord and not prepared.
"It's her own funeral. Leave her." His robes whirled around and his minions of a Quidditch team followed.
She floated herself down to the bottom of the posts that hoisted the hoops and she swung herself around the bottom in a dance way but saw a cloud of green or grey or black smoke descending onto the school.
Escape!
Jae whirled around and saw nothing from whence the voice had come. It was her mother's voice, one she was very familiar with talking to her in her head whenever danger was near. She had heard this time her mother's thick British accent telling her to escape. Jae's head was pounding and suddenly she looked up. Fire was pouring out of the school building's windows. She jumped on her broom and was about to fly towards the flame-ridden structure as...
Escape! Jae, escape!
I have to help.
Voldemort.
The green-eyes emerged from within her brown changing color like most hazel eyes do. She took off on her broom and made towards Grandfather Mountain, which luckily for her because of her speed wasn't too far.
Green erupted from the school and suddenly it was gone. Burnt to ash and all that were there evaporated into the midst of the Smokey Mountains. Alexis, her Quidditch team, professors, and even the other rival houses, all decimated. All were dead. She had heard their cries for help, their screams, their sufferings, all in her head. She had felt the pain, the torture, the agony, the angst, and all the range of emotions of those who were about to die. They let out a cry and were suddenly silenced. It was like a planet had been exploded into a shard of dust, but instead it was a school. An entire generation of American wizards and witches were now gone from all existence.
And yet the single shadow that emerged from the rubble of dust, that now looked much like the surface of the moon, did not appear to be finished. She knew his name. Everyone did. Everyone who heard the name cringed and most who valued their lives were afraid to say it. But not Jae.
Voldemort.
The Dark Lord had returned.
She hid there now, on Grandfather Mountain, in the midst of the trees that would now do anything to protect her. They knew her secret. They knew who she was. They also knew why the Carolinas now ceased to exist. They let Jae Long know precisely why this had all happened and she tried to cast all emotion aside like most well-trained Quidditch players could, but she could not. A tear emerged from the corner of her eye, and she that let on no fear was frightened.
Voldemort was looking for her.