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"Welcome to the Leaky Caldron, how may I help you?" Tom looked up from cleaning the glass as he repeated the mantra for what seemed like the millionth time. It was a day or two before Hogwarts was to be let out, so all was quiet.

In front of him stood a young man around the age of fifteen or sixteen. Standing at about 5'7", he did not really command an awe aspiring presence. If it wasn't for the fact that they were the only two in the pub, Tom might not have noticed him.

"Good afternoon," the teen boy smiled as he pushed dark auburn hair away from his mahogany like eyes. "I was wondering if you had any rooms available? Preferably small and not too expensive." The boy's head was down, and the long bangs were in his face again, and once again they were brushed away.

"There's a room in the clock tower," Tom offered. "It's not much, and it's a long walk from here. But it seems to be what you're looking for."

The boy nodded, "How much?"

Tom looked at the man-child in front of him. As a wizard advanced in his years, Tom knew the look of people who did not have a lot of money, and this boy didn't have a lot. And what he did have, he would need later on. "Four galleons, and 5 sickles a night," Tom decided. When he saw the look of indignation crossing the boy's face, he held up a callused hand. "If you're wanting to give a hand with the place, it wouldn't be a bother."

The boy smiled, "Thank you. I will be back later then." He turned to leave.

"Wait, son. What's your name?" Tom called out.

The boy turned. "The French called me Jay Rogue," and then he was gone.

And Tom went back to cleaning the glass, wondering about the strange boy he had just encountered.


Jay smiled as he walked into the English Wizarding marketplace. He had missed it here, England. Walking to a public floo, he threw a bit of blue powder into the already lit fireplace. "Always keep a bit of floo powder handy, never know when you'll need it," he whispered to himself as the flames grew green. "Hogwarts, Headmaster's office," he said out loud before stepping into the unburning flames.


"Ah Jamie, just one time, just like your father," Headmaster Dumbledore said as the teen stumbled into the office.

Jay looked up and smiled at the older man he had grown up knowing. "Jay if you please. Jamison if you must."

Dumbledore laughed. "Too old for that nickname. We would you like your father here?" the teen shook his head no. "Too old for that as well. Well then, here we go," the headmaster took the old ratty hat known as the Sorting Hat. It was plopped onto his head.

"Hello Jamison," the voice of the hat said.

"Jay," the teen said, or rather thought, automatically. "If you please."

"Polite, so very unlike first years. And intelligent. Hmm…but unlike many of your family members. But I think Ravenclaw."

"Thank you," Jay thought as the hat was lifted off his head. He looked at the professor.

"Till next year then?" the older man asked.

Jay shrugged, "Most likely. I'm staying by myself this summer.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly. He had been expecting that answer. "Family is important though. When my brother had that nasty business, with the sheep, we stuck by him. Papers covered by it, you know. Still, didn't really affect Sherman." The old man picked up a book and looked through it, smiling so often. He polished his half-moon spectacles as he beamed at the teen. "I do not see why your father and yourself could not spend a week at the Keep."

Jay shrugged, "There's always too much to do and not enough time to do it. Going to the Keep would just disrupt his schedule. And you know nothing has been the same since Dann and Will have decided to entertain the Muggle world. Father and I are too different, or maybe too alike for us to be together alone for a week."

Dumbledore nodded once again. "If you are free this summer, I was wondering if you would be able to pick up two transfer students. They are new to the magical world and I feel it best if someone was to ease them into everything."

Jay nodded; he didn't have anything better to do. "Where would I meet them?"

"Boston, on the twenty-first of August. You will be able to floo there, but you will fly to Heathrow Airport in muggle London."

Jay shrugged, "I'm up for it. I mean, I spent my years at Hope Haven, should help. Anything I should know about them?"

Dumbledore nodded, "It is a girl and a boy. The girl has a code name of the Key, and the boy's code name is the Destroyer. They've lived in the Muggle world, but know about the supernatural. For now, I think that is needed to be said."

"If you think so Headmaster," Jay nodded and went to the floo. "Tell my father I send me regards." And he was off.

Professor Dumbledore watched as the teen disappeared into the flames of the floo network. "Sometimes I wonder if the broken pieces can be put back together again." He shook his head, "Now what did I do with those class lists Minerva gave me?"


The next couple of days went by and soon Jay grew used to the summer schedule. Normally he would wake around eight and head down to the pub where he would help Tom out with the morning crowd. Then it was off to Diagon Alley for the day. The teen had found that he enjoyed spending his days in a little bookstore that was situated behind Madame Malkin's shop. It was smaller than Flourish and Blotts, but just as nice as far as he was concerned.

He had also met a friend of sorts, she had already graduated from Hogwarts, and had been in Gryffindor as well as being head girl. She ran the bookshop and was always willing to recommend a good book. "'Ello Hermione," Jay said as he walked in. The smell of peppermint greeted him like always.

"Hello Jamison," Hermione chirped, she was a morning person. She was the only person to call him so, and even though he still grimaced when he heard his full name, Jay found it endearing.

"And how was your night last night?" Jay asked slyly as Hermione brought him a cup of tea. It had become a tradition of sorts for him to come for a breakfast tea pick me up.

Hermione made a face. "I like Terry as a friend, but he just doesn't seem to understand that. I'm about ready throttle him."

Jay smiled sympathetically. "Oh," he said, "I almost forgot, I brought back the book you lent me," he leaned over and grabbed the book out of his leather satchel. He handed the book to her, it was entitled Things Adults Don't Want You to Know About: Concerning Animagi Part I.

"Finished already?" Hermione asked.

Jay nodded, "My brothers had book like it in their collection while they were in school. And since I was the little Ravenclaw I was, I read everything that lay about the house. Granted, some was locked up, but that's where the Slytherin side came through." He gave a boyish grin.

Hermione chuckled, "You must have been a proper little hellion growing up."

His smile faded, "I didn't really grow up at home. My oldest brother was a good 13 years older than I was, the other one was 8 years older. I was five, and I was sent to Hope Haven. I have been going there until last year."

Hermione's eyes softened, but she did not offer him any pity. She knew the boy hated pity. "Do you talk to your brother's often?" she asked.

He shook his head. "The younger, Dann, took off his seventh year to study at a muggle school. He took courses by Owl Post. The older one, Will, graduated and promptly went out into the world of muggles. Playing he is. Not a serious bone in his body, well that's what my father says anyway," Jay made a face, his father and he did not get along.

"Do you know what your Animagus form will be?" Hermione asked. The book she had lent him had an incantation that allowed you to find out your form. You didn't have to use your wand, so no Ministry Vultures would be down upon him.

Jay frowned. "I'm not really sure. I saw a raccoon, a jay, a panther, and a raven."

Hermione patted her shoulder, "Well then. Why don't you try this book?" she held out a copy of Things Adults Don't Want You to Know About: Concerning Animagi Part II. "Now remember, I want you to go directly to Professor McGonagall once you get to Hogwarts, you hear me?" she told the teen.

Jay rolled his eyes. "Yes mum. And I suppose you want me to eat my vegetables at every meal."

Hermione chuckled as she reached over to cuff his ear lightly. He ducked. "I'll go read this tonight if you don't mind. I'll see you later."

Hermione waved and went to reading one of the romance novels she had picked up in muggle London. Not that she believed in such things of course.


Jay sat in the Leaky Caldron, in the corner to be exact, and he was drawing. He wasn't particularly good, nor was he particularly good. He just liked to draw. "Merlin's balls, this bloody thing won't go right!" the teen muttered as he started to erase the landscape he had started to draw.

"Do you kiss your mum with that mouth?" a snippety voice said.

Jay looked up, and nearly growled. "Don't have a mother. Never did, never will," the tone of voice was hard and chilling. It was a tone reserved for men who had led hard and weary lives, not for fifteen-year-old just finding out what life truly was.

"Don't take that tone of voice with me," the older man told the teen.

Jay stood, "Don't take that tone of voice with me," he mocked. "You are not my father Will, do not act as if you are."

The man, now identified as Will, took a step back before he realized what he was doing. Leaning closer, he whispered, "But I acted like one. So don't test my patience, for I have none, especially when rude people are concerned. "

Jay rolled his eyes. "Don't get too big for your britches. I'm not your son, nor am I a child. Go do some growing up of your own. I have already done mine." Picking up he bag along with his sketchbook, Jay pushed past his oldest brother.

"Jamie, wait," Will tried to grab the arm of his youngest brother.

The teen turned, eyes flashing. Suddenly Will was remind of their mother. Out the three boys of the family, Will had the best memory of the woman. Although she was sickly, she more than made up for it in spirit. She was a woman you did not want to cross. With strawberry hair, always pinned back, and a fiery temper, she could make any grown man tremble when her family was concerned. But she had fallen sick, pneumonia, just after Jamie's first birthday. She died that following autumn.

"It's Jay," the teen ground out before turning back around and climbing up the stairs.

Will didn't even bother trying to stop him. He was still reeling from what had been revealed about his youngest sibling. Instead of the happy person with bright eyes and friendly manner, he had found a cold person, a shell. And he didn't like it. He wanted his little brother back.


Jay climbed the stairs to his room and wondered when August 21st would roll around. Diagon Alley, although he hated to say this, was boring him. And now Will had shown up. Knowing his luck, Dann would show as well. Sneering to a painting, Jay hurried up to his room. Maybe Dumbledore would need help at Hogwarts, or maybe he could collect the new students early, or maybe he'd just get away from a past he didn't want brought up.


"That was interesting," a voice interrupted Will's thoughts. It came from the shadows.

Will turned, "Get out of the shadows Dann. Couldn't you have helped me with that? You know, like holding his arms behind his back or something?" Will snapped.

Dann stepped out and faced his older, and taller, brother. "You know better than that," he said, in a slightly scolding manner, "Besides, I don't go by that anymore, it's Oz. Just like you don't go by Will, Spike."

Spike scowled, "Listen you overgrown puppy. Something is wrong with Jamie, and all you can do is make jokes?"

Oz raised an eyebrow. "You do care. After all those years of pretending you didn't. It's nice to see you human."

"No bleedin' thanks to PTB an' all. 'Sides, neither were you," Spike raised an eyebrow, "You were just a big puppy. Sunnyhell does tend to have that effect. Look at what the Hellmouth did to your Animagus form, turned it into a were curse. How was that by the way?"

Oz ignored the bait. "I heard the Sunnydale locale closed," he commented as they say down where the youngest of the three had been sitting.

Spike nodded, "Thanks to me. Big burst of sunlight made me candle in the sodding wind. Or dust, to put it right. Think some idiot up there decided I was 'uman, and dumped a body on me. 'Ere I am. Live and bloody kicking. Woke up not a week ago at the Keep. The elves told me that our old man had brought me there a week before."

Oz nodded, "Have you spoken to our father?" he asked.

Spike shook his head. "No, I did speak to Dumbledore though. Seems little Jamie was sorted into Ravenclaw."

Oz looked up, "Don't look at me. I was in Hufflepuff, took after mum's grandmother and our grandmother."

Spike nodded, "Just like the puppy dog you are, loyal to the end."

Oz looked at him strangely, "Thanks, I think."