Dream Come True
by: endofall
Chapter Nine: Live and Loathe, or Lethal Love
Jennie grunted as she heaved her trunk on the bed. She began to load it with robes, and her necessary books and supplies. She had never really been a last minute packer. Finally, she snapped the buckles on her neatly organized trunk just as a knock sounded at the door. "Yeah?" She yelled, a bit strained as she placed her trunk back on the floor with a loud 'thud'.
Fred opened the door slowly. Jennie twirled around at the door's creaking. "Hey Fred." She said casually plopping on her bed. "Hi. I wanted to ask you something . . . " Fred replied awkwardly. Jennie looked concerned and patted the spot on the bed next to her. He sat down slowly.
"Um...George saw you with a guy he didn't recognize. Who- um...was it?" Fred stumbled, face a cold stone of no emotion. "A friend." Jennie said puzzled. "Where'd you meet him and what were you doing?" Fred asked trying to keep his anxiety under control. "He's a friend of Sara's. And what business of yours is it what I was 'doing' with him? It's not like illegal to be friends with a guy. Or maybe it is in this country! Not like I would know. I thought you were my friend." Jennie said evenly searching his face finding a look of displeasure and anger. "I'm just trying to look out for you! Those Slytherins have a bad reputation!" Fred defended.
"Well you know what, Fred? I'm one of them! So get used to it!" Jennie shot back. Fred sighed, "You're not like them, Jennie." He pushed her hair off her shoulder gently brushing her cheek. "I just worry about you." Fred said lightly. "I met them at Flourish and Blotts. They're very nice, Fred. You don't need to look out for me. I'm old enough to handle myself!" Jennie said coldly. "I just care about you and all because-" Fred began, cut off by Jennie. "I'm not smart enough to take care of myself! Or my dreams make me un-able to cope?" Jennie said viciously. "That's not what I was going to say and you very well know it." Fred said evenly.
"It's because-" Jennie cut him off again. "I have a feeling I know where this conversation will lead to. And you can't go there. I have a boyfriend." Jennie shivered inside. "Oh and who is that?!?" Fred asked. "Danny...you said George saw us together..." Jennie shrugged. "I thought you were just 'being friends with a guy'!" Fred jumped. "Well I am. But he's also my boyfriend. Now - I need to finish my packing. So...I'll see you later." Jennie said. "OK! Fine." Fred grunted walking toward the door. He spotted a piece of parchment on her dresser.
Fred tore across the room. "NO!" Jennie jumped off the bed as he began to read. She snatched it from him and crumpled it up. "It's nothing!" She cried helplessly as he grabbed it back and held it high over his head so she couldn't reach and continued to read. "Please, Fred! Don't do this to me!" She began to sob. He ignored her and read:
" Dear Danny,
I had a great time on our date last night. We should go out more often. About what you asked me last night, yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend! I can't wait until school starts! We can be together all the time!
All my love,
Jen"
Jen was circled in a heart.
"PS.- Meet me at 'our place' tonight at 8. I need to see you!"
"A whole hell of a lot of nothing! 'Our place', 'date', 'girlfriend'. So much nothing my head is spinning!" Fred growled angrily. Jennie fell back on her bed, held her head in her hands and cried softly. Fred sighed, "OK! I didn't mean that! Don't cry... We can work this out!"
"What's there to work out, Fred? We have no relationship! It's not like I cheated on you! Just go!" Jennie cried, not looking at him. "But-" Fred began. "GO!" She yelled slinging a frilly pink pillow at him. "Fine..." HE muttered fuming as he left.
She peeked out through her fingers. He was gone . She sniffed loudly and wiped her tears. She stretched and lazily picked up the crumpled letter and sat down with a quill and notebook to start a new letter.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Jennie, love?" Molly called unsurely knocking on Jennie's door. "Come on in, Mrs. Weasley. I'm just finishing up my make-up." Jennie called back and Molly pushed open the door. "Well, Jennie. I'm sorry, dear. I really am." Molly said sitting down on the bed. "What for?" Jennie asked putting her mascara down and sitting down next to Molly. "What's up?"
"Well dear. It's not that we all don't trust you. Because we do! I want you to remember, we trust you. I assure you. But- Just to make sure that um...you weren't withholding any dreams fro m us...we monitored your conversation with Fred. IT seemed you were getting close so-" Molly said softly and ashamed. "WAS HE PART OF THIS! I'LL KILL HIM!" Jennie yelled. "No, no of course not. He doesn't know a thing."
Jennie stood up abruptly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE 'MONITORING' MY CONVERSATIONS?!?! YOU PEOPLE TREAT ME LIKE AN OBJECT! I BET THEY SENT YOU IN HERE BECAUSE I'M 'CLOSEST' TO YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT I HAD PRIVACY HERE! I FEEL LIKE A FLIPPING LAB RAT! BEING OBSERVED AND WATCHED!" She screamed angrily. "NO DOUBT EVERYONE HEARD THIS? ALL THE ORDER MEMBERS! LISTENING TO THIS CHAT AS WELL!" She mimicked the word 'Order'.
"Please! VIRGENCINA! Sit down!!!" Molly yelled. Jennies' eyes widened and she sat slowly. Mrs. Weasley never yelled. "Now," Molly continued her lips pursed and eyes piercing. "I didn't want to do this to you. I knew it was wrong when they proposed this today. And well- It's just going to have to be done until you tell us in detail about your new vision from last night. The one you wouldn't tell Fred about. We heard about Harry and we're in the process of finding a secure place to relocate him to." Jennie said forcefully, "WHAT has to be done?!?!?"
"You have not come to us with possibly the most vital information yet!" Molly sighed. Jennie yelled, "IT DOESN'T CONCERN ANYONE! STOP TRYING TO PISS ME OFF! Now tell me, God damn it! WHAT HAS TO BE DONE???"
"You, are not to leave the house-I s'pose you'd call it- for the entirety of the month until you leave for Hogwarts. Unless you tell us what we need to know! Your conversations will continue to be monitored at Hogwarts. And you will not attend: Quidditch Games, Balls, Hogsmeade, or any other gatherings with multitudes of people." Molly said distastefully, now annoyed at being yelled at.
"YOU DON'T OWN ME! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! ALL BECAUSE I WON'T TELL YOU ONE DAMN DREAM THAT I HAD!" Jennie thought. How could she possibly share her intimate dream about Mrs. Weasley's son?!?! While others listened in. "Well..." Mrs. Weasley's voice was barely above a perceivable whisper. "If you tell us the dream . . . I may be able to get you two of those privileges back. To tell you the truth, you still weren't going to be able to have any of those." Jennie was fuming, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I'M LEAVING!" Jennie said swinging open the door and racing down the stairs to the fireplace.
No Floo powder sat in it's usual bowl. Mrs. Weasley Apparated behind her.
"The door's locked. An virtually irreversible charm used on high security vaults at Gringotts." Jennie roared loudly in anger. Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione all raced out of their rooms to see what was going on. She screamed and threw down her wand, stomping up the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello." Jennie growled, glaring at Mrs. Weasley as she forced her to talk yo her mother on the phone. "Virgencina Genevieve Francesca Garland! How dare you disobey and make their lives harder?" Her mother screeched in broken English. "They took you in and you bring shame upon our whole family! You will stay in England and be polite!"
"OR WHAT ELSE, MAMA!? I'll be 18 soon! You can't do anything to make me stay even a minute after my birthday! And I promise you! I won't be here then!" Jennie hung up, with a short mocking laugh at Moll, and she headed straight up to her room.
"Dear Danny,
I can't make it tonight, love. These- host parents have such weird rules! They grounded me so I can't leave the house! Some nerve.
I miss you!
Jen"
As soon as her little black owl returned, Molly came promptly in. "Oh- and you won't be owling Danny anymore." Molly said casually smiling, and taking the owl and stuffing him in his cage and twirled on her foot leaving. " I HATE YOU ALL! YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY DREAMS!" Jennie screamed loudly losing all her composure, she flopped on her bed energy-less. No emotion struck her face. She lay down slowly because the only thing to do was...dream.
by: endofall
Chapter Nine: Live and Loathe, or Lethal Love
Jennie grunted as she heaved her trunk on the bed. She began to load it with robes, and her necessary books and supplies. She had never really been a last minute packer. Finally, she snapped the buckles on her neatly organized trunk just as a knock sounded at the door. "Yeah?" She yelled, a bit strained as she placed her trunk back on the floor with a loud 'thud'.
Fred opened the door slowly. Jennie twirled around at the door's creaking. "Hey Fred." She said casually plopping on her bed. "Hi. I wanted to ask you something . . . " Fred replied awkwardly. Jennie looked concerned and patted the spot on the bed next to her. He sat down slowly.
"Um...George saw you with a guy he didn't recognize. Who- um...was it?" Fred stumbled, face a cold stone of no emotion. "A friend." Jennie said puzzled. "Where'd you meet him and what were you doing?" Fred asked trying to keep his anxiety under control. "He's a friend of Sara's. And what business of yours is it what I was 'doing' with him? It's not like illegal to be friends with a guy. Or maybe it is in this country! Not like I would know. I thought you were my friend." Jennie said evenly searching his face finding a look of displeasure and anger. "I'm just trying to look out for you! Those Slytherins have a bad reputation!" Fred defended.
"Well you know what, Fred? I'm one of them! So get used to it!" Jennie shot back. Fred sighed, "You're not like them, Jennie." He pushed her hair off her shoulder gently brushing her cheek. "I just worry about you." Fred said lightly. "I met them at Flourish and Blotts. They're very nice, Fred. You don't need to look out for me. I'm old enough to handle myself!" Jennie said coldly. "I just care about you and all because-" Fred began, cut off by Jennie. "I'm not smart enough to take care of myself! Or my dreams make me un-able to cope?" Jennie said viciously. "That's not what I was going to say and you very well know it." Fred said evenly.
"It's because-" Jennie cut him off again. "I have a feeling I know where this conversation will lead to. And you can't go there. I have a boyfriend." Jennie shivered inside. "Oh and who is that?!?" Fred asked. "Danny...you said George saw us together..." Jennie shrugged. "I thought you were just 'being friends with a guy'!" Fred jumped. "Well I am. But he's also my boyfriend. Now - I need to finish my packing. So...I'll see you later." Jennie said. "OK! Fine." Fred grunted walking toward the door. He spotted a piece of parchment on her dresser.
Fred tore across the room. "NO!" Jennie jumped off the bed as he began to read. She snatched it from him and crumpled it up. "It's nothing!" She cried helplessly as he grabbed it back and held it high over his head so she couldn't reach and continued to read. "Please, Fred! Don't do this to me!" She began to sob. He ignored her and read:
" Dear Danny,
I had a great time on our date last night. We should go out more often. About what you asked me last night, yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend! I can't wait until school starts! We can be together all the time!
All my love,
Jen"
Jen was circled in a heart.
"PS.- Meet me at 'our place' tonight at 8. I need to see you!"
"A whole hell of a lot of nothing! 'Our place', 'date', 'girlfriend'. So much nothing my head is spinning!" Fred growled angrily. Jennie fell back on her bed, held her head in her hands and cried softly. Fred sighed, "OK! I didn't mean that! Don't cry... We can work this out!"
"What's there to work out, Fred? We have no relationship! It's not like I cheated on you! Just go!" Jennie cried, not looking at him. "But-" Fred began. "GO!" She yelled slinging a frilly pink pillow at him. "Fine..." HE muttered fuming as he left.
She peeked out through her fingers. He was gone . She sniffed loudly and wiped her tears. She stretched and lazily picked up the crumpled letter and sat down with a quill and notebook to start a new letter.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Jennie, love?" Molly called unsurely knocking on Jennie's door. "Come on in, Mrs. Weasley. I'm just finishing up my make-up." Jennie called back and Molly pushed open the door. "Well, Jennie. I'm sorry, dear. I really am." Molly said sitting down on the bed. "What for?" Jennie asked putting her mascara down and sitting down next to Molly. "What's up?"
"Well dear. It's not that we all don't trust you. Because we do! I want you to remember, we trust you. I assure you. But- Just to make sure that um...you weren't withholding any dreams fro m us...we monitored your conversation with Fred. IT seemed you were getting close so-" Molly said softly and ashamed. "WAS HE PART OF THIS! I'LL KILL HIM!" Jennie yelled. "No, no of course not. He doesn't know a thing."
Jennie stood up abruptly.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE 'MONITORING' MY CONVERSATIONS?!?! YOU PEOPLE TREAT ME LIKE AN OBJECT! I BET THEY SENT YOU IN HERE BECAUSE I'M 'CLOSEST' TO YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT I HAD PRIVACY HERE! I FEEL LIKE A FLIPPING LAB RAT! BEING OBSERVED AND WATCHED!" She screamed angrily. "NO DOUBT EVERYONE HEARD THIS? ALL THE ORDER MEMBERS! LISTENING TO THIS CHAT AS WELL!" She mimicked the word 'Order'.
"Please! VIRGENCINA! Sit down!!!" Molly yelled. Jennies' eyes widened and she sat slowly. Mrs. Weasley never yelled. "Now," Molly continued her lips pursed and eyes piercing. "I didn't want to do this to you. I knew it was wrong when they proposed this today. And well- It's just going to have to be done until you tell us in detail about your new vision from last night. The one you wouldn't tell Fred about. We heard about Harry and we're in the process of finding a secure place to relocate him to." Jennie said forcefully, "WHAT has to be done?!?!?"
"You have not come to us with possibly the most vital information yet!" Molly sighed. Jennie yelled, "IT DOESN'T CONCERN ANYONE! STOP TRYING TO PISS ME OFF! Now tell me, God damn it! WHAT HAS TO BE DONE???"
"You, are not to leave the house-I s'pose you'd call it- for the entirety of the month until you leave for Hogwarts. Unless you tell us what we need to know! Your conversations will continue to be monitored at Hogwarts. And you will not attend: Quidditch Games, Balls, Hogsmeade, or any other gatherings with multitudes of people." Molly said distastefully, now annoyed at being yelled at.
"YOU DON'T OWN ME! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! ALL BECAUSE I WON'T TELL YOU ONE DAMN DREAM THAT I HAD!" Jennie thought. How could she possibly share her intimate dream about Mrs. Weasley's son?!?! While others listened in. "Well..." Mrs. Weasley's voice was barely above a perceivable whisper. "If you tell us the dream . . . I may be able to get you two of those privileges back. To tell you the truth, you still weren't going to be able to have any of those." Jennie was fuming, "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I'M LEAVING!" Jennie said swinging open the door and racing down the stairs to the fireplace.
No Floo powder sat in it's usual bowl. Mrs. Weasley Apparated behind her.
"The door's locked. An virtually irreversible charm used on high security vaults at Gringotts." Jennie roared loudly in anger. Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione all raced out of their rooms to see what was going on. She screamed and threw down her wand, stomping up the stairs.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hello." Jennie growled, glaring at Mrs. Weasley as she forced her to talk yo her mother on the phone. "Virgencina Genevieve Francesca Garland! How dare you disobey and make their lives harder?" Her mother screeched in broken English. "They took you in and you bring shame upon our whole family! You will stay in England and be polite!"
"OR WHAT ELSE, MAMA!? I'll be 18 soon! You can't do anything to make me stay even a minute after my birthday! And I promise you! I won't be here then!" Jennie hung up, with a short mocking laugh at Moll, and she headed straight up to her room.
"Dear Danny,
I can't make it tonight, love. These- host parents have such weird rules! They grounded me so I can't leave the house! Some nerve.
I miss you!
Jen"
As soon as her little black owl returned, Molly came promptly in. "Oh- and you won't be owling Danny anymore." Molly said casually smiling, and taking the owl and stuffing him in his cage and twirled on her foot leaving. " I HATE YOU ALL! YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY DREAMS!" Jennie screamed loudly losing all her composure, she flopped on her bed energy-less. No emotion struck her face. She lay down slowly because the only thing to do was...dream.