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Jay stood in Franklin Court, Boston's equivalent to London's Diagon Alley. The American jabber around him made him grit his teeth as he wandered through the streets. People bustled in and out of the impersonal brick buildings as he wondered if the people he was supposed to pick up would rather go to Diagon Alley then here.
Looking around, he decided on Diagon Alley. Franklin Court probably didn't have all the books that Hogwarts required, and he knew for a fact that in the Apothecary shops they didn't sell Gilvo over two grams. At Hogwarts they demanded that you had to have at least ten grams to last you until Christmas. You could get some at Hogsmeade, but it was overpriced, and often there were third years trying to buy it.
But before he'd leave he was going to stop in at Markin and Company. He heard that the large bookshop specialized in Transfiguration texts. Nobody would question him either, which was always good. Maybe he could find a Charms book to peak his interest as well.
His purse of money was considerable lighter when he left the large booksellers. Shrinking his books quickly, Jay made sure they were secure in his satchel before walking off. Jay ignored his urge to smile. There were things he liked about the United States; namely they didn't care if you practiced magic outside of school. Well they did, and they monitored to see if you were doing something abnormal, but they didn't care if you used regular old charms. Another great thing was that when he did use magic, the British Ministry couldn't due anything about it, it was out of their jurisdiction, plus Dumbledore had given him a note.
Rolling his eyes at his last thought, Jay started to make his way to muggle Boston and Boston International.
Vanessa waited, leaning against a wall in Grand Central Station. Her ginger colored ponytail swung back and forth as her head bobbed to a silent beat. Her hands plucked at the pair of jeans she wore what she wouldn't give to be wearing a skirt. Since she had been on a dragon reserve, skirts wee out of the question, you couldn't run in them, and no one answered her directly when she asked about split skirts. So she had to suffer through jeans for the summer.
Slipping into the bathroom, Vanessa pulled her hickory wand from her pocket and tried to remember the spell for transfiguring clothes into other clothes. Mentally ticking off the spells she had memorized out of necessity, she found the one she was looking for. Murmuring the words, she felt the heavy denim of her trousers to the light airy cotton of a skirt. Looking down, Vanessa grinned, it was the red paisley one as well.
As she slipped back out of the bathroom, she heard the train for Boston being called. Walking down to deck 4B South, Vanessa watched for the two people she was looking for. There, out of the corner of her eye they stood. Weaving through the crowds, Vanessa trailed behind them, careful to not lose sight of them. As soon as they stepped onto a car, she darted in as well. She saw the boy and the girl sit in the four-person seat, she made sure that she had one of the seats across from them.
"Hello," she smiled warmly, hoping that she could get them to trust her. "I'm Vanessa."
The girl returned the smile. "I'm Dawn, and he's Connor." The boy, Connor nodded his greetings.
"So why are you two going to Boston?" Vanessa asked.
"We're catching a plane to London, it was cheaper," Dawn offered.
Vanessa nodded in understanding as she flashed another smile. Maybe it was time to bring up Hogwarts. "Me too," she then lowered her voice, the smile still fixed upon her face. "Are you going to Hogwarts as well?"
Connor looked at her. "So you're a witch?" he asked.
Vanessa was struck at how musical his voice sounded, if he sung, she bet he would be a tenor. He looked as if he had one of those smooth voices. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Part of the Gryffindor House I am."
"Gryffindor House?" Dawn looked at the other girl carefully. "Explanations are good."
Vanessa sighed as she sat back in her seat. "Hogwarts is spilt into four houses, each with a certain characteristic trait. Gryffindor is known for their bravery, Hufflepuff for their loyalty, Slytherin for their ambitions, and Ravenclaw for their intelligence. My whole family has been in Gryffindor for generations.
They spent the rest of the three-hour trip talking about Hogwarts, and their families. Dawn and Connor learned about the magical world while Vanessa learned about the demon world. It was a fair trade.
"I had no clue one could have such a large family." Dawn said as they stepped of the train and into the muggy Boston air.
Vanessa shrugged. "It has yet to reach it peak. Ron, Charlie, nor Ginny is married, though Ginny is engaged. Percy has a little princess in the form of seven year old girl and a little hellion in the form a three year old boy. Neither Fred nor George has kids.
Connor wrapped an arm around Dawn's waist affectionately. "And Bill is your father?"
She nodded as they walked out of the station. "I think we're supposed to meet Jay at Boston International on the north end."
"Jay?" Dawn questioned. She thought Vanessa was the one who was supposed to pick them up and introduce them to the wizarding world, not some guy named Jay.
Vanessa nodded again. "Jay. I just came along for the ride. My Uncle Charlie works on a dragon reservation outside of New York City, I spent my summer with him. Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster, has me to tag along. I've met Jay once or twice and he's rather…intimidating. Takes after his father I suppose. Just don't tell him that."
"Who's his father?" Dawn asked, her curiosity aroused. The other girl had talked about Jay's father as if she knew him.
Vanessa shrugged. "Nobody will tell me. I think my father, my Uncle Charlie, and my Uncle Percy might know. But for once, the Wesley boys are keeping their mouths shut on a subject."
Connor listened as Vanessa spoke. He supposed he knew what Jay felt like not wanting to be like your own father. But no matter how hard you tried, it always happened, unless someone changed it for you. If someone cared enough to keep you following a path you wanted instead of a path you loathed to take. He had almost gone down the wrong path, the path of revenge, when somebody stopped him. The same person who had taken him so long ago, Wesley Whyndam-Pryce. Wes had been that friend, and Connor would be that kind of friend to Jay.
They walked silently to the subway station that would lead them to Boston International. They savored the sites and smells that were unique to a city, and the sites and smells unique to that city, Boston.
Jay waited at gate 8G, waiting for his two charges to show. When he saw the two that fit the descriptions, he scowled. There was another among them. They were supposed to come alone. If no one had come with them, there would be no tearful good byes and him feeling awkward. But then he saw the red hair of the third. It was a Weasley; it had to be. No other wizarding family had that particular shade of hair.
When they walked up, he recognized this particular Weasley to be Vanessa; she was in his year, and quite annoying at that, what with her questions about his life. He would tell her on a need to know basis, and she quite frankly did not need to know.
"Weasley," Jay ground out.
She gave him a happy go lucky smile. "Hello Jay."
He scowled at her; "I can take it from here."
Her smile didn't waiver as she waved her hand. "Nonsense. I'm just here for the ride. Besides, I wanna see what it's like on a plane. My grandfather wants to know."
Gritting his teeth, Jay was reminded why he hated, not hated was too strong a word, strongly disliked, this girl. "Old muggle loving fool."
Vanessa narrowed her eyes as she stalked up to him. "What did you just say?" she asked him, her voice deadly and low.
Jay gave her a lazy smile; "You heard what I said. Your grandfather is an old muggle loving fool."
"Take that back," Vanessa's voice was like poisoned honey, sickly sweet with an edge.
Jay stood back, "No. If people like him just kept their noses in their own world, we wouldn't be in messes like this."
"Messes like what?" she asked.
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wouldn't be born. If that woman hadn't fallen in love we wouldn't be like this. We wouldn't be in fear," Jay hissed.
Vanessa saw red. "You take that back," she was pissed.
Jay shook his head, smirking as Connor and Dawn watched in strange fascination. "I don't take back what I say when I speak the truth." She swung; Jay caught her wrist. Holding her wrist in a tight grip he twisted. "Do not cross me. I do not know why you have a fascination with my life. But a word of advice, stay out of it." Giving a sharp twist, Jay let go of Vanessa's wrist and turned to the boarding gate. They were already calling passengers.
Dawn leaned towards Connor. "Do you think they'll make us drink tea in England?" He shrugged, he didn't know.
As they got off the plane at London's Heathrow Airport, one could cut the tension in the group with a knife. Jay had not spoken to anyone during the three-hour plane ride; instead he amused himself by reading one of the books he had bought earlier that day. He glared at anyone who dared come too close.
Except Connor. Jay glared at Connor as well, but Connor was not affected by it. His father had more potent glares than that, and Jay didn't brood. Connor didn't mind.
Jay walked briskly through the streets of London, not waiting for the Americans to catch up. Stopping at the Leaky Caldron, he watched as the trio, with Vanessa leading the way, make their way down the street. Somewhere, deep in his heart he felt bad for the way he treated them, but why couldn't they just leave him alone? He just wanted to finish his magical schooling and get on with life.
But they didn't seem to want to get out of his life. It was confusing, it was late, and most of all, it was making his head hurt. Looking up, he saw they were closer now. Jay slipped a mask on and disappeared into the pub. Taking a seat at the bar, Jay heard the other three come in. Tom was already handing him a glass of scotch. Jay thanked him after he took a sip.
"They allow you to have that stuff?" Dawn asked, recognizing it at scotch. It had been a particular favorite of Giles.
He looked at her, his eyes bored. "Oh yes, I'm so special that they only let me have the highly potent alcoholic drink. Brush up on your wizarding law," Jay turned back to his drink.
"That was you're job," Connor said quietly, taking a seat next to Jay.
Jay turned and looked at the often-silent boy. Nodding he said, "You're right." Then turning back around he signaled to Tom. The old bartender nodded and soon brought over a decanter of scotch and three glasses.
"Be careful," Tom warned. "Don't use the floo when you're done. Go up to your room. I'll make sure there are enough beds for you lot."
Jay watched the old bartender hobble away before turning towards his companions. "Alright then. You need to learn wizarding law." He stood and made his way to his usual booth in the corner. He slid into it; Connor beside him, Vanessa and Dawn sat across.
"First off," Jay poured a round of scotch. "The Ministry doesn't care what you do, as long as it doesn't involve magic. So we could carry on with a loud song by that muggle singer called Brightney Spoons or something or other."
"Britney Spears?" Dawn asked innocently.
"Whatever. But we could be singing some song, off key and loudly, and the Ministry wouldn't care. They don't care if thirteen-year-olds run away from home and set up shop in Diagon Alley." Gulping down his glass of alcohol, he looked around the table. "There are levels of wizarding blood. Muggleborn, half-blood and pureblood."
"Don't forget the Clans," Vanessa said quietly.
"Clans, like Vampire Clans?" Dawn asked. She understood this, to a point. Angel had told her about it once, and Spike had explained them to her.
Jay shrugged, "I never was interested in the Vampire clans, that was my oldest brother. But Clans are of the oldest family. They have ancient blood; they are bound to their land as house elves are bound to their masters. They are in all four houses, although they tend to be in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and sometimes Gryffindor. Only a very few are in Hufflepuff."
Jay went on to explain how land was passed down through generations, the land chose the most suitable, and usually it wasn't the firstborn. He also explained how the Wizarding World, outside of England worked. Vanessa filled in most of the wholes, as her mother was Greek-Egyptian and an aunt was Japanese. They explained the "parties" where arrangements were made, and where they were broken through petty arguments. There was power struggle among the old families, among the upper crust and elite of Wizarding society, and all over the Dark Lord.
It was nearing two in the morning when they finished up. All of them were tipsy. It was obvious that neither Connor, nor Vanessa could hold their liquor. Dawn, surprisingly could walk up the flights of stairs without help, even though she had drunk four and a half glasses. Jay was the most impressive of all of them, single handedly he had almost finished a bottle, and he was walking up the stairs, dragging Connor behind him.
When Dawn asked him about this, he just flashed a reckless smile, "Life," he said. "Has taught me many things. I hold my liquor, and I act. They helped me stay alive." Dawn quirked an eyebrow when he said that, but didn't comment on it.
As they entered Jay's room, Jay rolled his eyes. Gone was the bed, instead squashy purple sleeping bags. "Bloody hell," Jay said. He really did not want to sleep on the floor, besides he was looking forward to the comfortable bed. Throwing Connor on one of the sleeping bags, he looked for one of his sleep sets. He ignored the moan that came from Connor and the squeaking that came from Vanessa.
The room grew quiet as Jay lay on his sleeping bag. They were all awake, and soon Dawn felt the need to say something. "What was you're worst memory Jay?" she asked. "Mine was when my sister died…she died for me, for the world." She sat up, and looked across the prone forms of Vanessa, then Connor and finally Jay.
He sighed. "Being left in hell, being left in Hope Haven."
Connor grunted and Vanessa squeaked. Both teens ignored them, suddenly feeling something like a friendship between the two of them. Hours after they fell asleep, and dawn was approaching, a fine purple mist settled upon the four. It wrapped around them like thin, but warm blanket. Slowly it sunk into their skin, as if it was water and their skin was cloth.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and there sat a black jaguar, a cougar, a lynx, and then a panther. Then as sudden as it had appeared, it was gone, leaving the sleeping, prone forms of the teenagers in the rosy light of the dawn.
Author Note: Fun comes next chapter. Oh yeah, lots of fun...shit hits the fan, which is the best way to describe it. Hehe, you get to see the Keep.
Jay stood in Franklin Court, Boston's equivalent to London's Diagon Alley. The American jabber around him made him grit his teeth as he wandered through the streets. People bustled in and out of the impersonal brick buildings as he wondered if the people he was supposed to pick up would rather go to Diagon Alley then here.
Looking around, he decided on Diagon Alley. Franklin Court probably didn't have all the books that Hogwarts required, and he knew for a fact that in the Apothecary shops they didn't sell Gilvo over two grams. At Hogwarts they demanded that you had to have at least ten grams to last you until Christmas. You could get some at Hogsmeade, but it was overpriced, and often there were third years trying to buy it.
But before he'd leave he was going to stop in at Markin and Company. He heard that the large bookshop specialized in Transfiguration texts. Nobody would question him either, which was always good. Maybe he could find a Charms book to peak his interest as well.
His purse of money was considerable lighter when he left the large booksellers. Shrinking his books quickly, Jay made sure they were secure in his satchel before walking off. Jay ignored his urge to smile. There were things he liked about the United States; namely they didn't care if you practiced magic outside of school. Well they did, and they monitored to see if you were doing something abnormal, but they didn't care if you used regular old charms. Another great thing was that when he did use magic, the British Ministry couldn't due anything about it, it was out of their jurisdiction, plus Dumbledore had given him a note.
Rolling his eyes at his last thought, Jay started to make his way to muggle Boston and Boston International.
Vanessa waited, leaning against a wall in Grand Central Station. Her ginger colored ponytail swung back and forth as her head bobbed to a silent beat. Her hands plucked at the pair of jeans she wore what she wouldn't give to be wearing a skirt. Since she had been on a dragon reserve, skirts wee out of the question, you couldn't run in them, and no one answered her directly when she asked about split skirts. So she had to suffer through jeans for the summer.
Slipping into the bathroom, Vanessa pulled her hickory wand from her pocket and tried to remember the spell for transfiguring clothes into other clothes. Mentally ticking off the spells she had memorized out of necessity, she found the one she was looking for. Murmuring the words, she felt the heavy denim of her trousers to the light airy cotton of a skirt. Looking down, Vanessa grinned, it was the red paisley one as well.
As she slipped back out of the bathroom, she heard the train for Boston being called. Walking down to deck 4B South, Vanessa watched for the two people she was looking for. There, out of the corner of her eye they stood. Weaving through the crowds, Vanessa trailed behind them, careful to not lose sight of them. As soon as they stepped onto a car, she darted in as well. She saw the boy and the girl sit in the four-person seat, she made sure that she had one of the seats across from them.
"Hello," she smiled warmly, hoping that she could get them to trust her. "I'm Vanessa."
The girl returned the smile. "I'm Dawn, and he's Connor." The boy, Connor nodded his greetings.
"So why are you two going to Boston?" Vanessa asked.
"We're catching a plane to London, it was cheaper," Dawn offered.
Vanessa nodded in understanding as she flashed another smile. Maybe it was time to bring up Hogwarts. "Me too," she then lowered her voice, the smile still fixed upon her face. "Are you going to Hogwarts as well?"
Connor looked at her. "So you're a witch?" he asked.
Vanessa was struck at how musical his voice sounded, if he sung, she bet he would be a tenor. He looked as if he had one of those smooth voices. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Part of the Gryffindor House I am."
"Gryffindor House?" Dawn looked at the other girl carefully. "Explanations are good."
Vanessa sighed as she sat back in her seat. "Hogwarts is spilt into four houses, each with a certain characteristic trait. Gryffindor is known for their bravery, Hufflepuff for their loyalty, Slytherin for their ambitions, and Ravenclaw for their intelligence. My whole family has been in Gryffindor for generations.
They spent the rest of the three-hour trip talking about Hogwarts, and their families. Dawn and Connor learned about the magical world while Vanessa learned about the demon world. It was a fair trade.
"I had no clue one could have such a large family." Dawn said as they stepped of the train and into the muggy Boston air.
Vanessa shrugged. "It has yet to reach it peak. Ron, Charlie, nor Ginny is married, though Ginny is engaged. Percy has a little princess in the form of seven year old girl and a little hellion in the form a three year old boy. Neither Fred nor George has kids.
Connor wrapped an arm around Dawn's waist affectionately. "And Bill is your father?"
She nodded as they walked out of the station. "I think we're supposed to meet Jay at Boston International on the north end."
"Jay?" Dawn questioned. She thought Vanessa was the one who was supposed to pick them up and introduce them to the wizarding world, not some guy named Jay.
Vanessa nodded again. "Jay. I just came along for the ride. My Uncle Charlie works on a dragon reservation outside of New York City, I spent my summer with him. Dumbledore, Hogwarts' headmaster, has me to tag along. I've met Jay once or twice and he's rather…intimidating. Takes after his father I suppose. Just don't tell him that."
"Who's his father?" Dawn asked, her curiosity aroused. The other girl had talked about Jay's father as if she knew him.
Vanessa shrugged. "Nobody will tell me. I think my father, my Uncle Charlie, and my Uncle Percy might know. But for once, the Wesley boys are keeping their mouths shut on a subject."
Connor listened as Vanessa spoke. He supposed he knew what Jay felt like not wanting to be like your own father. But no matter how hard you tried, it always happened, unless someone changed it for you. If someone cared enough to keep you following a path you wanted instead of a path you loathed to take. He had almost gone down the wrong path, the path of revenge, when somebody stopped him. The same person who had taken him so long ago, Wesley Whyndam-Pryce. Wes had been that friend, and Connor would be that kind of friend to Jay.
They walked silently to the subway station that would lead them to Boston International. They savored the sites and smells that were unique to a city, and the sites and smells unique to that city, Boston.
Jay waited at gate 8G, waiting for his two charges to show. When he saw the two that fit the descriptions, he scowled. There was another among them. They were supposed to come alone. If no one had come with them, there would be no tearful good byes and him feeling awkward. But then he saw the red hair of the third. It was a Weasley; it had to be. No other wizarding family had that particular shade of hair.
When they walked up, he recognized this particular Weasley to be Vanessa; she was in his year, and quite annoying at that, what with her questions about his life. He would tell her on a need to know basis, and she quite frankly did not need to know.
"Weasley," Jay ground out.
She gave him a happy go lucky smile. "Hello Jay."
He scowled at her; "I can take it from here."
Her smile didn't waiver as she waved her hand. "Nonsense. I'm just here for the ride. Besides, I wanna see what it's like on a plane. My grandfather wants to know."
Gritting his teeth, Jay was reminded why he hated, not hated was too strong a word, strongly disliked, this girl. "Old muggle loving fool."
Vanessa narrowed her eyes as she stalked up to him. "What did you just say?" she asked him, her voice deadly and low.
Jay gave her a lazy smile; "You heard what I said. Your grandfather is an old muggle loving fool."
"Take that back," Vanessa's voice was like poisoned honey, sickly sweet with an edge.
Jay stood back, "No. If people like him just kept their noses in their own world, we wouldn't be in messes like this."
"Messes like what?" she asked.
"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named wouldn't be born. If that woman hadn't fallen in love we wouldn't be like this. We wouldn't be in fear," Jay hissed.
Vanessa saw red. "You take that back," she was pissed.
Jay shook his head, smirking as Connor and Dawn watched in strange fascination. "I don't take back what I say when I speak the truth." She swung; Jay caught her wrist. Holding her wrist in a tight grip he twisted. "Do not cross me. I do not know why you have a fascination with my life. But a word of advice, stay out of it." Giving a sharp twist, Jay let go of Vanessa's wrist and turned to the boarding gate. They were already calling passengers.
Dawn leaned towards Connor. "Do you think they'll make us drink tea in England?" He shrugged, he didn't know.
As they got off the plane at London's Heathrow Airport, one could cut the tension in the group with a knife. Jay had not spoken to anyone during the three-hour plane ride; instead he amused himself by reading one of the books he had bought earlier that day. He glared at anyone who dared come too close.
Except Connor. Jay glared at Connor as well, but Connor was not affected by it. His father had more potent glares than that, and Jay didn't brood. Connor didn't mind.
Jay walked briskly through the streets of London, not waiting for the Americans to catch up. Stopping at the Leaky Caldron, he watched as the trio, with Vanessa leading the way, make their way down the street. Somewhere, deep in his heart he felt bad for the way he treated them, but why couldn't they just leave him alone? He just wanted to finish his magical schooling and get on with life.
But they didn't seem to want to get out of his life. It was confusing, it was late, and most of all, it was making his head hurt. Looking up, he saw they were closer now. Jay slipped a mask on and disappeared into the pub. Taking a seat at the bar, Jay heard the other three come in. Tom was already handing him a glass of scotch. Jay thanked him after he took a sip.
"They allow you to have that stuff?" Dawn asked, recognizing it at scotch. It had been a particular favorite of Giles.
He looked at her, his eyes bored. "Oh yes, I'm so special that they only let me have the highly potent alcoholic drink. Brush up on your wizarding law," Jay turned back to his drink.
"That was you're job," Connor said quietly, taking a seat next to Jay.
Jay turned and looked at the often-silent boy. Nodding he said, "You're right." Then turning back around he signaled to Tom. The old bartender nodded and soon brought over a decanter of scotch and three glasses.
"Be careful," Tom warned. "Don't use the floo when you're done. Go up to your room. I'll make sure there are enough beds for you lot."
Jay watched the old bartender hobble away before turning towards his companions. "Alright then. You need to learn wizarding law." He stood and made his way to his usual booth in the corner. He slid into it; Connor beside him, Vanessa and Dawn sat across.
"First off," Jay poured a round of scotch. "The Ministry doesn't care what you do, as long as it doesn't involve magic. So we could carry on with a loud song by that muggle singer called Brightney Spoons or something or other."
"Britney Spears?" Dawn asked innocently.
"Whatever. But we could be singing some song, off key and loudly, and the Ministry wouldn't care. They don't care if thirteen-year-olds run away from home and set up shop in Diagon Alley." Gulping down his glass of alcohol, he looked around the table. "There are levels of wizarding blood. Muggleborn, half-blood and pureblood."
"Don't forget the Clans," Vanessa said quietly.
"Clans, like Vampire Clans?" Dawn asked. She understood this, to a point. Angel had told her about it once, and Spike had explained them to her.
Jay shrugged, "I never was interested in the Vampire clans, that was my oldest brother. But Clans are of the oldest family. They have ancient blood; they are bound to their land as house elves are bound to their masters. They are in all four houses, although they tend to be in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and sometimes Gryffindor. Only a very few are in Hufflepuff."
Jay went on to explain how land was passed down through generations, the land chose the most suitable, and usually it wasn't the firstborn. He also explained how the Wizarding World, outside of England worked. Vanessa filled in most of the wholes, as her mother was Greek-Egyptian and an aunt was Japanese. They explained the "parties" where arrangements were made, and where they were broken through petty arguments. There was power struggle among the old families, among the upper crust and elite of Wizarding society, and all over the Dark Lord.
It was nearing two in the morning when they finished up. All of them were tipsy. It was obvious that neither Connor, nor Vanessa could hold their liquor. Dawn, surprisingly could walk up the flights of stairs without help, even though she had drunk four and a half glasses. Jay was the most impressive of all of them, single handedly he had almost finished a bottle, and he was walking up the stairs, dragging Connor behind him.
When Dawn asked him about this, he just flashed a reckless smile, "Life," he said. "Has taught me many things. I hold my liquor, and I act. They helped me stay alive." Dawn quirked an eyebrow when he said that, but didn't comment on it.
As they entered Jay's room, Jay rolled his eyes. Gone was the bed, instead squashy purple sleeping bags. "Bloody hell," Jay said. He really did not want to sleep on the floor, besides he was looking forward to the comfortable bed. Throwing Connor on one of the sleeping bags, he looked for one of his sleep sets. He ignored the moan that came from Connor and the squeaking that came from Vanessa.
The room grew quiet as Jay lay on his sleeping bag. They were all awake, and soon Dawn felt the need to say something. "What was you're worst memory Jay?" she asked. "Mine was when my sister died…she died for me, for the world." She sat up, and looked across the prone forms of Vanessa, then Connor and finally Jay.
He sighed. "Being left in hell, being left in Hope Haven."
Connor grunted and Vanessa squeaked. Both teens ignored them, suddenly feeling something like a friendship between the two of them. Hours after they fell asleep, and dawn was approaching, a fine purple mist settled upon the four. It wrapped around them like thin, but warm blanket. Slowly it sunk into their skin, as if it was water and their skin was cloth.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and there sat a black jaguar, a cougar, a lynx, and then a panther. Then as sudden as it had appeared, it was gone, leaving the sleeping, prone forms of the teenagers in the rosy light of the dawn.
Author Note: Fun comes next chapter. Oh yeah, lots of fun...shit hits the fan, which is the best way to describe it. Hehe, you get to see the Keep.