Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it characters but I do own my own O.Cs and plot

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(Sound of birds chirping in the background and laughter from students in the distance.)

'Ugh... morning? '

Jazz opened her eyes to find that she was staring out onto the lake. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shinning and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Sleepily she stood up and looked around a little confused.

'What the...? Oh yeah. I must of have fallen a sleep last night. '

Jazz turned around and looked up at Hogsmith Academe. The old castle lit up by the morning light seemed very mysterious. Almost as if it knew what happened in side the castle and on it's grounds. That u couldn't keep anything from this castle. There have been stories of people hearing whispers among hallways where there are no portraits. There weren't even any ghost near by, in fact the whispers sounded more like moans and creeks if u listened close enough. A chill ran down Jazz's spine. Shaking out the thought from her head she started towards the castle.

As Jazz made her way up the hill to the castle, her sister Kimberly, or Kiwi as every one called her because Kimberly was to formal for her, was heading down the lawn with a group of friends to the mystical garden.

"Hey Jazz nice P.Js, are those the one that mom gave you for Christmas?"

"What are you talk-."Jazz looked down and realised she was still in her P.Js from last night. They where a boxer pants and tank top set with glow in the dark moons and stars.

'Shit! How could I forget!? At least its Saturday and I didn't miss any classes or I would be in serious trouble. '

Jazz wrapped her black cloak around her and ran all the way back to her dorm.

After Jazz had changed she went down stairs to the Great Hall or as the students called it the 'Hazy Hall'. 'Hazy Hall' was given its name after a couple of pranksters did some kind of jinx to the ceiling to make it like the jinxed ceiling at Hogwarts. Only it went wrong and now the ceiling show this hazy picture of what seems to be muggles homes, but of course it could be any thing since it's so hazy.

Jazz sat down at her usual place at the Eliza house table. As soon as she sat down in the owl post arrived. As usual Jazz received the Saturday issue of the Daily Prophets.

'HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS'

' In a brief statement on Friday night, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that He Who Must Not Be Named has returned to this and is once more active...'

' What! No, that can't be true! It just can't. ' Jazz thought to herself reading the article wide eyedwith disbelief and shock on her face.

"Uh oh, I know that look."

Jazz looked up to find her friend Annie, sit down for breakfast. Annie has long blonde hair that was always braided into a million different braids then put into pigtails. She had sharp, dark, deep blue eyes that could almost stop you in your steps with one glance. Jazz was use to them now but when she moved here from Manitoba Jazz would stop talking. Annie's eyes were so mysterious, but then again she had seen a lot of death and murders in her time. Her father had murdered her mother when she was 9 and when he turned towards her she ran from the house and spent her days wandering and begging for food on the streets of New York. Eventually she was adopted from the St. Joseph's orphanage and was brought up to Quebec when the same thing that had happened to Jazz happened to her. Weird things started to happen, like classes disappearing, things levitating so she was left in Montreal that's when she met Jazz. They had hit it off from one.

Jazz would wonder some times what was behind them. They stopped bugging her when Annie had told her what had happened. How the nights were long and cold, how there were robbers and rapist around a lot of the corners in the alleys. She had almost been in a tight spot but luckily she was able to slip through his gripe on her hair. That's when she started to sleep through the day and be awake and alert during the night.

Annie was wearing the lime green shirt that Jazz had given her. They had slits in them to expose a black T underneath, plus the shoulders where cut off. She was also wearing her favourite pair of pants that had been worn out over the years, slick black with a bit of a flare at the bottom and now they had holes on the knees.

"Don't tell me," she said teasingly. "You had another one of those dreams and they've come true."

"Yeah," Jazz said quietly. Annie was the only one who Jazz had ever told about the dreams.

"Here take a look at this." Jazz said, chucking the newspaper at Annie.

Jazz watched as Annie's jaw fall in amazement.

"Wow. I saw you run out of the dorm but I didn't think it was this serious." Annie passed back the newspaper to Jazz.

Jazz continued reading the paper.

' We believe that the Dementors are currently taking direct orders from Lord – Thingy.'

Jazz chuckled. 'Excuses' she thought to herself

"What?"

"Oh it just Fudge can't even bring himself to say Lord Voldemort, he has to say Lord – Thingy, or Lord – uh well u know who I mean. Man if only he had believed Harry and Professor Dumbledore when they said he had came back instead of thinking that Dumbledore was building an army to take power of the Ministry."

"What? How do you know that?"

Jazz thought back to the ending of summer. She over heard her parents talking about the affairs over seas. How they where shocked and disgusted in how the Minister of magic had become power hunger and had a few bolts to loose.

"I over heard my mom and dad talking. How they know I have no idea." Jazz laughed

An owl swooped down out of nowhere and dropped a letter right in front of Jazz. The letter read...

"The family is moving after term to England. Say good bye to your friends. No discussion.

Love Mom and Dad. XOXOX

'MOVING! What how could they do this! Didn't they see the headliner? '