Disclaimer: JKR owns all, except for Taryn, Jordan and Pepper. We just enjoy playing in her universe every once in a while.
A/N: Thank you to all of our wonderful reviewers for "Damsel in Distress" and also, "Who Would Have Thought." You're positive response has spurned us to finally write the last installment to the "Damsel in Distress Trilogy." We hope you enjoy reading this story as much as we enjoy writing it. Anyways, I was finally able to reinstall my program that crashed a few weeks ago, so I went through all the chapters and fixed the spelling and grammar mistakes. Doing all that by naked eye while exhausted didn't seem appealing, and I probably would have passed over a ton of them anyways.
Summary: Sequel to "Damsel in Distress" and "Who Would Have Thought." Taryn and Jordan were in their 7th and 5th years at Hogwarts; both battling internally, while trying to keep a calm facade. Join them in their adventures with life, love, and worst of all: their parents.
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"You're just a big pansy, Jordan." Xander Zabini mocked, shoving the fifth year Gryffindor into a nearby wall. "You never were Slytherin material, and you never will be." Jordan glared in malice towards the raven-haired terror, stepping away from the wall.
"Better watch what you say, Zabini. My father is the head of your house!" He spat, fingering the wand that lay dormant in his pockets; ready for action.
"Empty threat, Snape. Everyone knows your father loathes Gryffindors...yourself included."
Seething, Jordan withdrew his wand and pointed it at the offending Slytherin.
"My mother was a Gryffindor."
"You're mother was probably just a good lay." Jordan's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and in the blink of an eye, he had Xander smashed up against the wall, ten feet in the air.
"You'll regret that, Zabini! I'll hex you from here to..."
"MR. SNAPE!" Jordan whipped around at the deafening bellow, effectively breaking the spell and sending Xander crashing to the floor. Standing before him, with a none too happy sneer on his face, was his father.
"Fa..er...Professor Snape!" Jordan stammered, averting his gaze to the floor while clumsily shoving his wand back in his pocket.
"What is the meaning of this? Terrorizing another student?" Jordan winced at his father's harsh tone, but remained silent. "ANSWER ME! Why did you have Mr. Zabini dangling ten feet in the air?!"
"He insulted mum." Severus' eyes flashed with anger towards Xander briefly, a look only his quick witted son was able to catch.
"Never the less, Mr. Snape; that gives you no right to physically harm my student." His face lost all emotion, as it usually did when confronting his son. Jordan took this as a bad sign. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, and detention with Filch tomorrow night." Color drained from Jordan's face as his father turned away.
With a whoosh of his robes, Severus was off.
"Get back to your common rooms before I deduct more points!" Came a sharp command as he turned the corner.
"Yes sir." Jordan grumbled, hurrying off in the opposite direction.
~*~
"YOU LOST US FIFTY POINTS?!" Shane Thomas, Gryffindor 7th year and Prefect, yelled at Jordan.
"Again!?" The Irish brogue of Cael Finnigan piped up.
"Not again. Last week it was only 40 points." Ever loyal Beth Potter defended her best friend. "And besides, Slytherin got the same taken from them as well."
"That's right!" Jordan finally added, moving to stand beside Beth. "They were just as much to blame with that whole incident as I was."
"Ok, so...I'm confused! Shouldn't your father be HELPING YOU?! Not taking points every chance he gets?" Ron Weasley Jr. scrunched up his freckle speckled nose in confusion.
"Oi, shut your bloody trap R2W." Jordan snapped, falling into a nearby chair and rubbing the pain from his temples.
"Well, at least your mum's there to equal the Slytherin point deductions..." R2W, as the young Weasley was affectionately nicknamed, grinned cheesily.
"Bloody Hell! Your not helping things any!"
"Slytherin is exactly where you belong, Snape." Shane spat, climbing the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
"Funny..." Jordan smirked, glancing at the older boy. "Xander Zabini said the exact opposite thing fifteen minutes ago."
Shane grinned maliciously, turning to look down upon the young Snape.
"That just proves that you don't belong at Hogwarts. Nobody wants you...nobody likes you." Facing the rest of the stunned crowd, he donned his usual charming smile. "Goodnight everyone whose presence does NOT pollute the air we breath..."
"Don't listen to him, J." Beth soothed, placing a comforting hand on the chocolate trussed boy's shoulder. R2W moved to the other side and smiled oddly.
"Yeah...we like you!" He pipped up, grinning toothily. "Well...not in THAT way of course..." Blushing from head to toe, Beth turned away before either boys noticed. R2W was stumbling for words. "Argh! You know what I mean!"
"Thanks . . . er . . . I think." Jordan sighed heavily, pushing himself up from the chair. "It's been a long day, I think I'll just go to bed now." Jordan turned to face his two best friends, extending his arms out to his sides. Raising his eyebrows, he tapped his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor.
Beth and R2W looked at him oddly.
"Well? Group hug!" Jordan huffed, arms sagging slightly.
"We didn't think you'd want one . . . since you were in such a bad mood and all." R2W explained as he and Beth leaned in for the nightly group hug.
"One for all and all for me!" R2W exclaimed animatedly, squeezing his friends close.
"RON!"
"Ok....Ok! All for one . . . "
"And one for all!" They all exclaimed in loud whispers before heading off to bed.
A/N: Thank you to all of our wonderful reviewers for "Damsel in Distress" and also, "Who Would Have Thought." You're positive response has spurned us to finally write the last installment to the "Damsel in Distress Trilogy." We hope you enjoy reading this story as much as we enjoy writing it. Anyways, I was finally able to reinstall my program that crashed a few weeks ago, so I went through all the chapters and fixed the spelling and grammar mistakes. Doing all that by naked eye while exhausted didn't seem appealing, and I probably would have passed over a ton of them anyways.
Summary: Sequel to "Damsel in Distress" and "Who Would Have Thought." Taryn and Jordan were in their 7th and 5th years at Hogwarts; both battling internally, while trying to keep a calm facade. Join them in their adventures with life, love, and worst of all: their parents.
~*~
"You're just a big pansy, Jordan." Xander Zabini mocked, shoving the fifth year Gryffindor into a nearby wall. "You never were Slytherin material, and you never will be." Jordan glared in malice towards the raven-haired terror, stepping away from the wall.
"Better watch what you say, Zabini. My father is the head of your house!" He spat, fingering the wand that lay dormant in his pockets; ready for action.
"Empty threat, Snape. Everyone knows your father loathes Gryffindors...yourself included."
Seething, Jordan withdrew his wand and pointed it at the offending Slytherin.
"My mother was a Gryffindor."
"You're mother was probably just a good lay." Jordan's eyes grew to the size of saucers, and in the blink of an eye, he had Xander smashed up against the wall, ten feet in the air.
"You'll regret that, Zabini! I'll hex you from here to..."
"MR. SNAPE!" Jordan whipped around at the deafening bellow, effectively breaking the spell and sending Xander crashing to the floor. Standing before him, with a none too happy sneer on his face, was his father.
"Fa..er...Professor Snape!" Jordan stammered, averting his gaze to the floor while clumsily shoving his wand back in his pocket.
"What is the meaning of this? Terrorizing another student?" Jordan winced at his father's harsh tone, but remained silent. "ANSWER ME! Why did you have Mr. Zabini dangling ten feet in the air?!"
"He insulted mum." Severus' eyes flashed with anger towards Xander briefly, a look only his quick witted son was able to catch.
"Never the less, Mr. Snape; that gives you no right to physically harm my student." His face lost all emotion, as it usually did when confronting his son. Jordan took this as a bad sign. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, and detention with Filch tomorrow night." Color drained from Jordan's face as his father turned away.
With a whoosh of his robes, Severus was off.
"Get back to your common rooms before I deduct more points!" Came a sharp command as he turned the corner.
"Yes sir." Jordan grumbled, hurrying off in the opposite direction.
~*~
"YOU LOST US FIFTY POINTS?!" Shane Thomas, Gryffindor 7th year and Prefect, yelled at Jordan.
"Again!?" The Irish brogue of Cael Finnigan piped up.
"Not again. Last week it was only 40 points." Ever loyal Beth Potter defended her best friend. "And besides, Slytherin got the same taken from them as well."
"That's right!" Jordan finally added, moving to stand beside Beth. "They were just as much to blame with that whole incident as I was."
"Ok, so...I'm confused! Shouldn't your father be HELPING YOU?! Not taking points every chance he gets?" Ron Weasley Jr. scrunched up his freckle speckled nose in confusion.
"Oi, shut your bloody trap R2W." Jordan snapped, falling into a nearby chair and rubbing the pain from his temples.
"Well, at least your mum's there to equal the Slytherin point deductions..." R2W, as the young Weasley was affectionately nicknamed, grinned cheesily.
"Bloody Hell! Your not helping things any!"
"Slytherin is exactly where you belong, Snape." Shane spat, climbing the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
"Funny..." Jordan smirked, glancing at the older boy. "Xander Zabini said the exact opposite thing fifteen minutes ago."
Shane grinned maliciously, turning to look down upon the young Snape.
"That just proves that you don't belong at Hogwarts. Nobody wants you...nobody likes you." Facing the rest of the stunned crowd, he donned his usual charming smile. "Goodnight everyone whose presence does NOT pollute the air we breath..."
"Don't listen to him, J." Beth soothed, placing a comforting hand on the chocolate trussed boy's shoulder. R2W moved to the other side and smiled oddly.
"Yeah...we like you!" He pipped up, grinning toothily. "Well...not in THAT way of course..." Blushing from head to toe, Beth turned away before either boys noticed. R2W was stumbling for words. "Argh! You know what I mean!"
"Thanks . . . er . . . I think." Jordan sighed heavily, pushing himself up from the chair. "It's been a long day, I think I'll just go to bed now." Jordan turned to face his two best friends, extending his arms out to his sides. Raising his eyebrows, he tapped his foot impatiently on the hardwood floor.
Beth and R2W looked at him oddly.
"Well? Group hug!" Jordan huffed, arms sagging slightly.
"We didn't think you'd want one . . . since you were in such a bad mood and all." R2W explained as he and Beth leaned in for the nightly group hug.
"One for all and all for me!" R2W exclaimed animatedly, squeezing his friends close.
"RON!"
"Ok....Ok! All for one . . . "
"And one for all!" They all exclaimed in loud whispers before heading off to bed.