Chapter 1
We're moving? YES!
When is the best time to write Disclaimers?
Why 1:32 in the morning of course!
Disclaimers: Sadly enough, I don't own Harry Potter. I would gladly buy HP, HG, and RW before the 7th book to keep them from dieing, but sadly I don't have money, and I don't think that J.K. is willing to sell…
Warning Disclaimer: THIS IS ALL MINE! BWHAHAHAHA! THIS COMES FROM THE BRILLIANT MIND OF BREETANYA! ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE OR SUFFER MY RATH! You can pay homage by reviewing. *cough* *cough* *hint* *hint* Oh yes, SPOILERS! A whole lot of them! And when I say a whole lot of them I mean a whole lot of them. Basically a retelling of every book within one paragraph. How can I do this you wonder? Simple. I AM THE BRILLAINT BREETANYA! ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE OR SUFFER MY RATH!!!! BWHAHAHAHA! You all ready know how to pay homage… :}
Jamie Lynn Storm had the feeling of being small and trapped in a small place. Suddenly a pair of hands picked her out of the rubble.
"Mummy!" she heard herself cry. For some reason she was thinking the name 'Harry' over and over again.
Suddenly she woke up. 'I wish those dreams would stop!' Jamie thought. 'And who is Harry? I don't know of any Harry's. Unless you count Harry Potter, but he's famous and I don't know him. Not to mention he's insane according to the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly.'
Jamie fingered the lily locket around her neck. It was the only thing she had left of her biological mother's. The locket was always locked, but apparently the woman who found her had opened it to discover her name.
An earthquake when she was one had killed her parents. But no one knew what her name was, if she had any relatives, or her birthday for that matter. So they gave her the birthday of October 31. The night she was found. On Christmas day she received the gift of a new mother and father. They made her Jamie Lynn Storm.
She lived in an English town near the border until she was nine. Her father then got transferred to Salem, Mass.
The summer before she turned 11, a letter from Salem's Academy of Witchcraft for Witches came by owl. It really freaked out her mother, her father, and her adopted little brother, but seemed oddly familiar to her.
She was the youngest in her year, or grade as they called it in America. Her birthday, or as she liked to call it her Found-day, was the cut off point for the year. It was awfully odd to have someone just a day younger than her to be in the next year.
She learned about Harry Potter and Voldemort in her new world, although everyone cringed to hear the word Voldemort. She didn't understand it. Secretly she's been calling him Moldie-Voldie.
Unable to get anymore sleep, Jamie got up and got dressed. She pulled back her black uncontrollable hair with a few dark red, almost unnoticeable highlights, into a ponytail where it insisted on staying as bushy as it could while tied up. She then put on her dark red-almost black glasses that accented her vivid green eyes. She was average in size and weight for her age, and a great chaser on her team. At the end of the last season she had scored twice right before the snitch was caught. It was much like the World Series; only the Seeker didn't know they were behind by 160 points.
She would have liked to go to the Quidditch World Series the year before but her parents didn't want her to go to England by herself, and she had few friends who could go. She never had many friends. In Muggle school, she had four friends in England, and only two in America. Then when she went to the Academy she had three. (The shrink in the Muggle school in America said it was due to her tragic loss at such a young age that caused her to be less social. He then forced her to become a cheerleader. She despised cheerleaders. She intently broke her leg to get out of it.) The one friend, who could go, had to go with her cousin and they ran out of rooms in the tent apparently.
But then with the Dark Mark rising in the sky overhead, and her parents reading about it in her newspaper just confirmed their beliefs in keeping her with them.
She walked down to breakfast, where she poured herself some cornflakes. "Morning freak," her 13-year-old brother Chris said pouring himself some cereal as well. He was a Muggle, but from what Jamie could see, desperately wanted to be a wizard.
"Morning Bogart," Jamie replied.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"Something that changes appearance to scare who ever may be looking at it. They live in places like underneath your bed and in your wardrobe," Jamie clarified.
"This is no fair!" he whined. "You have all those neat things to call me, but I don't know any neat things to call you!"
"I gave you the Monster Book of Monsters," Jamie reminded him.
"And it bit me. It's belted up with one of my old belts! I can't read that book!" he
replied.
"Stroke it's binding," she told him between mouthfuls of cornflakes.
Her parents came in to the kitchen. Her dad sat down at the table. "Jamie, Chris," he said. "I got transferred back to England."
"You mean we're moving?!" Chris asked.
"Yes, we're moving," her mother confirmed.
"YES!" Jamie cried. "I'll miss my friends, but American schools are so annoying!"
"When are we moving?" Chris asked.
"In about a month," his father said. "Jamie, now you'll be going to…"
Just then an owl came soaring through the window, dropping a letter on Jamie's head. On it was the crest of Hogwarts. "I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS? WHOO HOO!" Jamie screeched ripping open the letter. It read:
Dear Miss Storm,
Congratulations, you are accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Seeing as how you will be in fifth year, you will be able to
try out for your house Quidditch team. You will be sorted into your house
before the first years. The following is a list of materials you will need, and
homework that is due.
Sincerely,
Minverna McGolangal
Deputy Headmistress
Her father looked at the letter in shock. "I swear, I have no idea how they get information so fast!"
"Its magic," Jamie replied cheerfully. "By the way Chris, I'm going to be needing that book back. Its on my list!"
By mid-July they were settled into their new home. And she had her mother drive her to London to go to Diagon ally. She was refilling her potion supplies in the Apothecary when she over heard some people talking.
"Yes, according to my children, Dumbledore says You-Know-Who is back! And regaining strength!" a woman was telling a frizzled old man.
"No, it can't be!" the old man replied. "Harry Potter finished him off almost fourteen years ago!"
Jamie spun around listening intently. "My children say that Dumbledore blames You-Know-Who for Cedric Diggory's death! Not that he died from the Triwizard Tournament," the woman insisted.
"There are some people who say Harry Potter didn't get off with only a scratch. Those experts at St. Mungo's say that it could have addled his brains," the old man said quietly.
"My children are Gryffindors, the same as Harry Potter. They say that he's a wonderful seeker, and brave. He saved the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who in his first year! Then he did something else that Dumbledore refused to let out in his second year. But it resulted in another Gryffindor win of the House cup for the second time! And there were rumors that he could conjure up a Patronus in his THIRD YEAR! They say that it took Dumbledore five years to perform that! Then this year, well you've read about his accomplishments against that Hungarian Horntail Dragon! And he rescued two people from the lake! He also won the Triwizard Cup! Unfortunately it was by default, since poor Diggory had died," the woman said.
Jamie had to step in. She wanted to since she heard about Potter meeting Voldemort for the second time and still living. "Are you saying that Harry Potter is still alive after meeting Voldemort a second time in his first year?" Jamie demanded.
The woman and the old man both cringed and the old man said, "Don't say his name! Are you daft?"
"Sorry, I just don't see the harm in his name. But tell me, is what you say true?" she insisted.
"Yes, although my son said something about Harry performing the killing curse on Voldemort. And my daughter insisted that he shoved a broomstick down his throat," the woman replied. "Where have you been?"
"I was in America for the last six years," Jamie replied. "Well, thank you for clearing that up for me, my mother is waiting."
She went out and went home with her mother. She was impressed that Potter managed to spread all of those wild rumors about him, but she had to agree with the old man. That scar must have addled his brains.
That night Jamie had another one of her dreams. In the past year, she had had the oddest dreams, once during dinner, she fell asleep and imagined a horrible scene, where this Snake-man came out of a cauldron and was torturing a boy. The Snake-Man and the boy then dueled. The Snake-man was taunting the boy but she couldn't hear what was he was saying. Ghosts came out of his wand. The boy broke away and took a dead boy with him. She woke with the scar on her arm burning as if the fires in Hades were burning it, and aching as if a horse was continually stomping on it.
This dream had the Snake-man in it as well. She realized that it had to be Voldemort. She rationalized while in her dreaming state that overhearing that Voldemort was back must have made this nightmare. In the room with him was a man, who resembled a rat; she dubbed him Rat-Boy, and a pale man that rather resembled a ferret. She decided to call him Ferret Senior, because plain ferret didn't sound quite right. They were in a 'low lit' room. And Voldemort was sitting on a large chair.
He was laughing as Rat-Boy, and Ferret Senior were torturing a Chinese family. "So Changs, are you willing to join us yet?" Voldemort sneered. (AN: Is Cho pureblood? *coughs* we don't like her very much… Sorry to all the Cho fans.)
The father spat, "We'll NEVER follow you!"
"Very well," Moldie-Voldie stated as causally as if they decided to have hamburgers for supper. "Then you'll die." He pointed his wand at the father and said. "ADAVA KEDVRA!" The man slumped over dead.
"Well Mrs. Chang, your turn," Voldemort stated as if they were on a game show. "This is the game show of life, and you've just won first prize."
"Let Cho, go! We'll never go with you, just kill me and let Cho go!" Mrs. Chang sobbed.
"As you ask, ADAVA KEDVRA!" Voldemort sneered. Rat-Boy and Ferret Senior laughed as Voldemort did. Clearly they were perverse people who enjoyed seeing others suffer. 'Well DUH!' Jamie thought to herself. 'They're Deatheaters!'
"Little Cho, the prefect. A seeker, I hear from Wormtail. Did you know that Harry Potter was infatuated with you?" Voldemort probed. "Of course that was in his third year, I don't know if he still is. He's probably not. And it is his fault that your boyfriend died you know. If only he had gotten the cup by himself… So Miss Chang. Are you with us? Or dead?"
"GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!" Cho yelled at Moldie-Voldie.
"I won't, but I hear its very nice, thank you. Good bye Miss Chang, ADAVA KEDVRA!" Voldemort killed the last Chang, and said, "Well that was quite amusing. I haven't done that in a while. But lets call it a night. I have plans I need to work on."
Jamie woke up in a cold sweat with the scar on her arm burning and aching as any other time she had a dream. She realized she had screamed when her family rushed in to see what was the matter. "Just a nightmare," she said as calmly as she could, trying to ignore the pain in her scar.
AN: Lets see, I was orginally writing this with Zenya, it was her first fic and she came up with the orginal idea and I helped her develop it. I wrote the prologue and first chapter, she wrote the second chapter and stopped. I can rewrite the second chapter if you still want me to continue writing it. Its not all that important, just a filler for the rest of the summer.
REVIEW! or Flame. I would prefer one over the other but all well. I'm not telling you which one I'd prefer! SO YOU'LL HAVE TO GUESS!
Oh yes, a bonus... we were writing the dream together and ZENYA kept changing the words on me... So I decided to write Bloopers... *grins evilly* entertainment purposes only! THESE ARE NOT PART OF THE STORY!
Jamie couldn't figure out if the room she was in was dark, dim, or low lit.
Zenya and Breetanya pop out of nowhere and Zenya says, "At first I thought it was dark, then I decided it was dim, then I thought I heard Breetanya say it was 'dark-dim' But that didn't make any sense! Then I realized that it was Low lit! Go with low lit!"
Breetanya takes out a wand, transfigures a pencil into a frying pan, and knocks Zenya out with it. She then whistles innocently.
Voldemort was sitting in a high chair. Jamie started to giggle at the thought of Voldemort in a high chair.
Breetanya and Zenya pop up again. Breetanya yells, "A HIGH CHAIR? WHY DID YOU SAY HIGH CHAIR? DO YOU WANT VOLDEMORT TO LOOK LIKE THIS WHEN HE'S TORTURING PEOPLE?!" She takes out her wand and turns Moldie-Voldie into an ickle baby in a highchair with a bib that says 'Bad to the bone.'
"NO!" Zenya yells suppressing her giggles.
Breetanya growls, takes out her frying pan and knocks Zenya out again. Zenya wakes up a few minutes later and said, "I MEANT THAT THE CHAIR WAS GEOGRAPHICALLY HIGH!"
"Then why didn't you just say large chair or raised chair?" Jamie pointed out as Breetanya knocks Zenya out again.
Okay, now you can review, flame, or whatever! ^_^
We're moving? YES!
When is the best time to write Disclaimers?
Why 1:32 in the morning of course!
Disclaimers: Sadly enough, I don't own Harry Potter. I would gladly buy HP, HG, and RW before the 7th book to keep them from dieing, but sadly I don't have money, and I don't think that J.K. is willing to sell…
Warning Disclaimer: THIS IS ALL MINE! BWHAHAHAHA! THIS COMES FROM THE BRILLIANT MIND OF BREETANYA! ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE OR SUFFER MY RATH! You can pay homage by reviewing. *cough* *cough* *hint* *hint* Oh yes, SPOILERS! A whole lot of them! And when I say a whole lot of them I mean a whole lot of them. Basically a retelling of every book within one paragraph. How can I do this you wonder? Simple. I AM THE BRILLAINT BREETANYA! ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE OR SUFFER MY RATH!!!! BWHAHAHAHA! You all ready know how to pay homage… :}
Jamie Lynn Storm had the feeling of being small and trapped in a small place. Suddenly a pair of hands picked her out of the rubble.
"Mummy!" she heard herself cry. For some reason she was thinking the name 'Harry' over and over again.
Suddenly she woke up. 'I wish those dreams would stop!' Jamie thought. 'And who is Harry? I don't know of any Harry's. Unless you count Harry Potter, but he's famous and I don't know him. Not to mention he's insane according to the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly.'
Jamie fingered the lily locket around her neck. It was the only thing she had left of her biological mother's. The locket was always locked, but apparently the woman who found her had opened it to discover her name.
An earthquake when she was one had killed her parents. But no one knew what her name was, if she had any relatives, or her birthday for that matter. So they gave her the birthday of October 31. The night she was found. On Christmas day she received the gift of a new mother and father. They made her Jamie Lynn Storm.
She lived in an English town near the border until she was nine. Her father then got transferred to Salem, Mass.
The summer before she turned 11, a letter from Salem's Academy of Witchcraft for Witches came by owl. It really freaked out her mother, her father, and her adopted little brother, but seemed oddly familiar to her.
She was the youngest in her year, or grade as they called it in America. Her birthday, or as she liked to call it her Found-day, was the cut off point for the year. It was awfully odd to have someone just a day younger than her to be in the next year.
She learned about Harry Potter and Voldemort in her new world, although everyone cringed to hear the word Voldemort. She didn't understand it. Secretly she's been calling him Moldie-Voldie.
Unable to get anymore sleep, Jamie got up and got dressed. She pulled back her black uncontrollable hair with a few dark red, almost unnoticeable highlights, into a ponytail where it insisted on staying as bushy as it could while tied up. She then put on her dark red-almost black glasses that accented her vivid green eyes. She was average in size and weight for her age, and a great chaser on her team. At the end of the last season she had scored twice right before the snitch was caught. It was much like the World Series; only the Seeker didn't know they were behind by 160 points.
She would have liked to go to the Quidditch World Series the year before but her parents didn't want her to go to England by herself, and she had few friends who could go. She never had many friends. In Muggle school, she had four friends in England, and only two in America. Then when she went to the Academy she had three. (The shrink in the Muggle school in America said it was due to her tragic loss at such a young age that caused her to be less social. He then forced her to become a cheerleader. She despised cheerleaders. She intently broke her leg to get out of it.) The one friend, who could go, had to go with her cousin and they ran out of rooms in the tent apparently.
But then with the Dark Mark rising in the sky overhead, and her parents reading about it in her newspaper just confirmed their beliefs in keeping her with them.
She walked down to breakfast, where she poured herself some cornflakes. "Morning freak," her 13-year-old brother Chris said pouring himself some cereal as well. He was a Muggle, but from what Jamie could see, desperately wanted to be a wizard.
"Morning Bogart," Jamie replied.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"Something that changes appearance to scare who ever may be looking at it. They live in places like underneath your bed and in your wardrobe," Jamie clarified.
"This is no fair!" he whined. "You have all those neat things to call me, but I don't know any neat things to call you!"
"I gave you the Monster Book of Monsters," Jamie reminded him.
"And it bit me. It's belted up with one of my old belts! I can't read that book!" he
replied.
"Stroke it's binding," she told him between mouthfuls of cornflakes.
Her parents came in to the kitchen. Her dad sat down at the table. "Jamie, Chris," he said. "I got transferred back to England."
"You mean we're moving?!" Chris asked.
"Yes, we're moving," her mother confirmed.
"YES!" Jamie cried. "I'll miss my friends, but American schools are so annoying!"
"When are we moving?" Chris asked.
"In about a month," his father said. "Jamie, now you'll be going to…"
Just then an owl came soaring through the window, dropping a letter on Jamie's head. On it was the crest of Hogwarts. "I'M GOING TO HOGWARTS? WHOO HOO!" Jamie screeched ripping open the letter. It read:
Dear Miss Storm,
Congratulations, you are accepted to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft
and Wizardry. Seeing as how you will be in fifth year, you will be able to
try out for your house Quidditch team. You will be sorted into your house
before the first years. The following is a list of materials you will need, and
homework that is due.
Sincerely,
Minverna McGolangal
Deputy Headmistress
Her father looked at the letter in shock. "I swear, I have no idea how they get information so fast!"
"Its magic," Jamie replied cheerfully. "By the way Chris, I'm going to be needing that book back. Its on my list!"
By mid-July they were settled into their new home. And she had her mother drive her to London to go to Diagon ally. She was refilling her potion supplies in the Apothecary when she over heard some people talking.
"Yes, according to my children, Dumbledore says You-Know-Who is back! And regaining strength!" a woman was telling a frizzled old man.
"No, it can't be!" the old man replied. "Harry Potter finished him off almost fourteen years ago!"
Jamie spun around listening intently. "My children say that Dumbledore blames You-Know-Who for Cedric Diggory's death! Not that he died from the Triwizard Tournament," the woman insisted.
"There are some people who say Harry Potter didn't get off with only a scratch. Those experts at St. Mungo's say that it could have addled his brains," the old man said quietly.
"My children are Gryffindors, the same as Harry Potter. They say that he's a wonderful seeker, and brave. He saved the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who in his first year! Then he did something else that Dumbledore refused to let out in his second year. But it resulted in another Gryffindor win of the House cup for the second time! And there were rumors that he could conjure up a Patronus in his THIRD YEAR! They say that it took Dumbledore five years to perform that! Then this year, well you've read about his accomplishments against that Hungarian Horntail Dragon! And he rescued two people from the lake! He also won the Triwizard Cup! Unfortunately it was by default, since poor Diggory had died," the woman said.
Jamie had to step in. She wanted to since she heard about Potter meeting Voldemort for the second time and still living. "Are you saying that Harry Potter is still alive after meeting Voldemort a second time in his first year?" Jamie demanded.
The woman and the old man both cringed and the old man said, "Don't say his name! Are you daft?"
"Sorry, I just don't see the harm in his name. But tell me, is what you say true?" she insisted.
"Yes, although my son said something about Harry performing the killing curse on Voldemort. And my daughter insisted that he shoved a broomstick down his throat," the woman replied. "Where have you been?"
"I was in America for the last six years," Jamie replied. "Well, thank you for clearing that up for me, my mother is waiting."
She went out and went home with her mother. She was impressed that Potter managed to spread all of those wild rumors about him, but she had to agree with the old man. That scar must have addled his brains.
That night Jamie had another one of her dreams. In the past year, she had had the oddest dreams, once during dinner, she fell asleep and imagined a horrible scene, where this Snake-man came out of a cauldron and was torturing a boy. The Snake-Man and the boy then dueled. The Snake-man was taunting the boy but she couldn't hear what was he was saying. Ghosts came out of his wand. The boy broke away and took a dead boy with him. She woke with the scar on her arm burning as if the fires in Hades were burning it, and aching as if a horse was continually stomping on it.
This dream had the Snake-man in it as well. She realized that it had to be Voldemort. She rationalized while in her dreaming state that overhearing that Voldemort was back must have made this nightmare. In the room with him was a man, who resembled a rat; she dubbed him Rat-Boy, and a pale man that rather resembled a ferret. She decided to call him Ferret Senior, because plain ferret didn't sound quite right. They were in a 'low lit' room. And Voldemort was sitting on a large chair.
He was laughing as Rat-Boy, and Ferret Senior were torturing a Chinese family. "So Changs, are you willing to join us yet?" Voldemort sneered. (AN: Is Cho pureblood? *coughs* we don't like her very much… Sorry to all the Cho fans.)
The father spat, "We'll NEVER follow you!"
"Very well," Moldie-Voldie stated as causally as if they decided to have hamburgers for supper. "Then you'll die." He pointed his wand at the father and said. "ADAVA KEDVRA!" The man slumped over dead.
"Well Mrs. Chang, your turn," Voldemort stated as if they were on a game show. "This is the game show of life, and you've just won first prize."
"Let Cho, go! We'll never go with you, just kill me and let Cho go!" Mrs. Chang sobbed.
"As you ask, ADAVA KEDVRA!" Voldemort sneered. Rat-Boy and Ferret Senior laughed as Voldemort did. Clearly they were perverse people who enjoyed seeing others suffer. 'Well DUH!' Jamie thought to herself. 'They're Deatheaters!'
"Little Cho, the prefect. A seeker, I hear from Wormtail. Did you know that Harry Potter was infatuated with you?" Voldemort probed. "Of course that was in his third year, I don't know if he still is. He's probably not. And it is his fault that your boyfriend died you know. If only he had gotten the cup by himself… So Miss Chang. Are you with us? Or dead?"
"GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!" Cho yelled at Moldie-Voldie.
"I won't, but I hear its very nice, thank you. Good bye Miss Chang, ADAVA KEDVRA!" Voldemort killed the last Chang, and said, "Well that was quite amusing. I haven't done that in a while. But lets call it a night. I have plans I need to work on."
Jamie woke up in a cold sweat with the scar on her arm burning and aching as any other time she had a dream. She realized she had screamed when her family rushed in to see what was the matter. "Just a nightmare," she said as calmly as she could, trying to ignore the pain in her scar.
AN: Lets see, I was orginally writing this with Zenya, it was her first fic and she came up with the orginal idea and I helped her develop it. I wrote the prologue and first chapter, she wrote the second chapter and stopped. I can rewrite the second chapter if you still want me to continue writing it. Its not all that important, just a filler for the rest of the summer.
REVIEW! or Flame. I would prefer one over the other but all well. I'm not telling you which one I'd prefer! SO YOU'LL HAVE TO GUESS!
Oh yes, a bonus... we were writing the dream together and ZENYA kept changing the words on me... So I decided to write Bloopers... *grins evilly* entertainment purposes only! THESE ARE NOT PART OF THE STORY!
Jamie couldn't figure out if the room she was in was dark, dim, or low lit.
Zenya and Breetanya pop out of nowhere and Zenya says, "At first I thought it was dark, then I decided it was dim, then I thought I heard Breetanya say it was 'dark-dim' But that didn't make any sense! Then I realized that it was Low lit! Go with low lit!"
Breetanya takes out a wand, transfigures a pencil into a frying pan, and knocks Zenya out with it. She then whistles innocently.
Voldemort was sitting in a high chair. Jamie started to giggle at the thought of Voldemort in a high chair.
Breetanya and Zenya pop up again. Breetanya yells, "A HIGH CHAIR? WHY DID YOU SAY HIGH CHAIR? DO YOU WANT VOLDEMORT TO LOOK LIKE THIS WHEN HE'S TORTURING PEOPLE?!" She takes out her wand and turns Moldie-Voldie into an ickle baby in a highchair with a bib that says 'Bad to the bone.'
"NO!" Zenya yells suppressing her giggles.
Breetanya growls, takes out her frying pan and knocks Zenya out again. Zenya wakes up a few minutes later and said, "I MEANT THAT THE CHAIR WAS GEOGRAPHICALLY HIGH!"
"Then why didn't you just say large chair or raised chair?" Jamie pointed out as Breetanya knocks Zenya out again.
Okay, now you can review, flame, or whatever! ^_^
