A/n And now finally…Chapter 6! I've actually had this one done for a week or so but I've just let it sit in my room but now I have the time to type it. Same old disclaimers. Don't own the characters and don't want to.

Ch. 6-Off to see the House Elves

Jessica almost laughed as she and Harry walked down the corridor to the kitchens. The whole situation reminded her of the movie The Wizard of OZ. The long corridor, walking arm in arm, the torches--but is was much too bright to lead to an evil wizard. At this thought she almost laughed.

'If only the Dark Lord was a floating green head that ordered people around and frightened them with smoke and lights…' she thought. As they reached the portrait to the kitchens, Jessica tried to get a hold of herself. She would have kicked herself for humming that song. Harry might know it and then everything would just get weird.

The house elves gave them the warm welcome as usual and she followed Harry over to a table and sat down. Two house elves ran up to the table. One of them was her own family's house elf that had come over with her. But she did not know the other one. It was male but he strangely wore clothes. Tattered, and old but he wore them with pride.

"Hello Dobby!" Harry exclaimed, "How have you been?"

"Dobby is very good, Harry Potter!" Dobby giggled, "Now that all the extra students are here the house elves have lots of work to do! It makes us very happy and we even have extra help, Harry Potter," at this point he pulled her elf forward, "This is Tipsy, Harry Potter, she came all the way from America!"

"Hello Tipsy!" Harry said. Tipsy nodded at Harry but squealed when she saw Jessica and leapt on her.

"Miss Jessie! Miss Jessie! I hoped you would come visit me!" she smiled widely.

Jessica smiled too, "I always keep my promises Tip!" she hugged the elf tightly. Harry and Dobby watched this display of affection slightly confused. Jessica pulled out of her hug and laughed at the looks on their faces.

"Do you know Tipsy, Miss?" Dobby squeaked.

Jessica nodded. "Tipsy is one of my family's house elves. She's one of my best friends. Most of the other house elves adore my father so we don't get along very well."

"Oh so-wait! You have more than one house elf?" said Harry.

"Well, yeah," Jessica shrugged, "In America, we have a more open view of freedom towards house elves, so most of the ones in my house are "hired" by my family. They only want 6 sickles a month but we're still paying them. Tipsy here, however, has been in my family since I was born."

"Oh," Harry said, "Hermione would like to live there then."

"Why?"

Harry shrugged, "She is a fanatic about elf rights. She has a society and everything. It's called S.P.E.W."

"Oooh, well, she should stay here and lead the elf rights movement in England and get contacts in America for support. If she's really gun hoe, she'll want rights for all elves, not just the ones here or there," Jessica finished. Harry looked at her blankly.

She laughed and addressed the house elves, "Tipsy, Dobby, could you get me a hamburger? Harry, what do you want?"

"Uhh…whatever you are having sounds good," he stammered.

"Okay then, make that two hamburgers, two cokes with tons of ice, and fries," said Jessica.

"Oooo…Miss Jessie! Did you skip dinner again?" Tipsy teased.

"Of course I did! You know how homesick and hungry and in need of some real food I am!" Jessica smiled.

As Tipsy ran off Harry said, "Real food? Please, American food is all grease! And what's with the 'tons of ice' comment?"

"Well, have you ever been to America?" she countered.

"Err…no."

"Then how would you know?"

Harry found out that a hamburger, coke, and fries were not half bad, once you got over the grease. And after consuming her hamburger and most of her coke, Jessica began to flick fries at Harry and a mini-fry flicking war erupted. The battle raged on for ten minutes before the last fry was flicked, thrown, or otherwise hurled at the other. The pair of them collapsed to the floor and started to laugh uncontrollably. As his laughter subsided Harry decided to ask the question that had been gnawing at his insides since he met Tipsy.

"Can I ask you something?" said Harry over Jessica's continuing giggles.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled, "as long as it's not my age or how I look so stunning everyday because I'm taking those secrets to the grave."

Harry laughed, "Don't worry. I just wondered…well…how big is your house?"

She stopped laughing immediately and her expression masked over, "Oh, I dunno. It's just a big house; Six bedrooms, three guestrooms, ten bathrooms, a foyer, kitchen, dining hall, library, conservatory, sitting room, and a rather spacious attic. The attic is my favorite place."

Harry stood with his moth hanging open, "I'd say that's an enormous house!" he almost shouted in awe.

She shrugged, "It's too big for three people. I like Hogwarts though because it's full to bursting!" she smiled and proceeded to pick up the fries on her end, "Oh, don't go spreading around I'm some rich brat. That would be awful. You can tell Ron and Hermione though."

"Err, sure," Harry watched her for a moment, "You know the house elves will clean that up, right?"

"Oh, I know. I just like to give them the courtesy of helping out a little since I made the mess," she shrugged and continued to pick up the fragments of the greatest and only fry war in Hogwarts history.

The two of them set out for the portrait around eight o'clock. Harry had been a little worried about being caught out of bounds at night because of his long record of rule breaking. However, Jessica persisted in telling him that if worse came to worse she would shove him into a broom closet if they heard anyone coming. If anyone found him, Harry would tell him the truth that Jessica had shoved him in it. Harry pointed out in the unlikely hood that someone would believe this story, she would be in trouble as a result.

But she just laughed as usual, "Please Harry, you don't give me enough credit. I can talk my way out of anything." Luckily for Harry, they did not have to resort to that plan.

When they entered the common room Ron and Hermione hurried over to them.

"Where have you been?" asked Ron.

"You didn't get in trouble did you?" scolded Hermione with a beady eye.

Before Harry could utter a sound Jessica cut in, "I wanted to sketch out on the grounds and dragged Harry along to keep me company and after we ate dinner in the kitchens. So Hermione, tell me about this house elf society you established…" She and Hermione walked away to find seats as the discussed the situation of elf rights in Britain. Harry looked over at Ron and they exchanged significant looks.

"You know what she just did?" Harry stammered.

"She completely distracted Hermione from telling you off," Ron nodded, "Well, she can talk her way out of trouble with Filch, so…"

"Yeah, but Hermione is way beyond Filch," said Harry.

"Well," Ron replied, "She is a pretty amazing girl."

"Almost too amazing," said Harry, "It's almost like she's got everyone under a spell."

"But what spell could that be?" Ron countered, "There aren't any love potions that affect everyone continuously."

"It must be something…" Harry trailed off. They worked in silence on their Defense Against the Dark Arts homework until Hermione finally came over to them.

"Well," said Hermione in a good mood, "Jessica gave me some contacts in America. I can't wait to expand S.P.E.W.!"

More to keep Hermione diverted from talking about "SPEW" than anything else, Harry asked, "Where did Jessica go?"

Hermione busied herself with taking out her homework and shrugged, "She said she had to go to a prefect meeting."

Half an hour later Harry stood up, "That's it for me. I'm going up to the Owlry. I haven't visited Hedwig in ages."

Ron coughed, " Lousy excuse."

Harry put his homework away and stood up to go out of the portrait hole. He managed to dodge Filch and Mrs. Norris as he climbed the stairs through the castle to the Owlry. When he arrived, it was silent and appeared empty. But as he entered he realized someone was sitting on the windowsill of one of the many windows.

The moonlight shone through the window and the figure was clothed in a silhouette. The figure turned around quickly and the moonlight shone on their face.

a/n

Cliffhanger!!! Who is it? Bah…it's easy to tell…

lol

yeah I know, I'm being evil but I'm sorry. I hope the chapter was long enough…I'm trying to write longer chapters now. oh well. I have part of chapter 7 already written so pray I get inspiration for the rest of it as quickly as possible.