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But then Monday rolled around, and we had classes. That morning, I woke up early. Was I nervous? Maybe just a little. I dressed in the horrible robes they made us wear. I strapped my gun to the outside of my thigh. It showed a little, poking out of the bottom of my skirt, but since everyone knew, no use hiding it. I put the rest of my junk into my saddlebag and hurried to go wake up the boys.
I burst into their little dormitory. Obviously, not loudly enough. Light snores could be heard from one bed. All the curtains were drawn, I had no way of telling who was who. I check my watch. It would be seven in three, two, one...
"Wake up!" I scream over the beep of my watch. I hear several bodies hit the floor, some scream back, the snoring continues. Harry pops his head out from between some curtains.
"Jesus Christ, Jen. Nearly killed us all," he seemed distant though, like it didn't really bother him. I smile, just to make him smile.
"Well, can't very well go anyway without you. And I'm hungry," I say, trying to be as cute as possible. I don't think it's working. But he laughs quietly and pulls back his head, to change most likely.
Ron, on the other hand, comes straight up to me, wand pointing at my head. Without any thought, I pull my gun from its holster on my thigh. We stand, armed and dangerous, staring, until we burst out laughing. "What is that thing?" he asks between peels of laughter.
"It's a gun," I say without feeling. "I could've killed you."
"With what?" he's still laughing. "That thing! I doubt it, I would've killed you first with my wand." That will be his downfall someday, I think to myself. He will under estimate the power of muggles and die from a gun. I must teach him to avoid such things.
"I'll show you in Magical Creatures. But now, it's time for breakfast," I grabbed both their hands and lead them down the dormitory steps. Hermione was already waiting in the common room. She giggled as the boys struggled against my tight grip.
"Oy, you're stronger than you look!" Ron yelled as I continued to drag them down corridors and stairways.
"It comes with the job," is my usual answer. Why not use it here? Do they need to know what's in my closet? Hell no. They may be my friends but I still need to keep some secrets.
I throw them through the doors to the Great Hall. Breakfasters look up and stare. I smile and do a little bow before pulling the guys to the table. I sit facing the Slytherins again. Draco looks up timidly and smiles sweetly, like he did outside. I give him a big grin and raise my glass to him. He does the same in return. Ron stares at me like I just shoot him with my gun.
"What? I'm just being friendly," I say in my defense. He continues to glare.
"Friendly? You'll just have to kill him eventually," he retorts back, in utterly a wizarding way. I roll my eyes at him. He rolls his eyes back. Then I laugh, he looks so funny doing it.
Today, I eat a bagel. The others look at me like I'm crazy. They go for something hot. I was never fond of things hot, except for toast. But toast doesn't count, right? I mean, it's just warm bread. I peel at the bagel slowly, waiting for them to take me to a class.
We head out to Care of Magical Creatures together. I'm pleasantly surprised to find we have class with the Slytherins. Hagrid is waiting outside his house for us, a crate of apples by his side.
"Though' we could jus' 'ave a snack today," he bellows out to us. Good, time to show Ron what a gun can do. We get over there and everyone starts to eat his or her apples. I take mine, look at it, and then turn to Harry.
"Do you trust me?" I ask him quickly.
He looks up from his apple. "Yes," he draws the answer out like he's not so sure anymore. But I flash a comforting smile and lead him to a tree near by.
"Look out boys, I'm only doing this once!" I yell back over my shoulder. Then I put my apple on top of Harry's head. Suddenly, he knows what I'm going to do. Terror is clear in his emerald eyes, but he stays still like a good little boy would.
I take my paces. Twenty today, I'm feeling lucky. I turn around slowly, drawing every bit of nervousness out of the group. I take my gun out and aim it at the apple, getting the feel for the height of the arm. Then the final touch: a blindfold. I raise my gun back up to position. And fire. The crowd gasps as a body falls to the ground.
Terrified, I rip the blindfold off and run to Harry. He's sprawled out on the ground like a dead body. His eyes are closed, he's barely breathing. Then his eyes spring open and he smiles, "Wouldn't it suck if you missed?" I slap him and then hug him.
I hit the apple dead on. And it exploded into a million pieces.