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Chapter 2 – The Bitch, The Burger and The Bike

Harry heaved his trunk as silently as he could down the stairs towards the
door, cursing Jen for not staying to help. His trunk was filled with all
his Hogwarts equipment as well as the clothes he would need for the rest
of the holidays, the trunk was less than light.

The front door was unlocked, the handle appeared to have been burnt somehow.
No doubt Jen had cast some kind of spell to allow herself entry to the Dursley's
house. Dragging his trunk down the path, hoping the Dursley's were in a
deep enough sleep to ignore the sound of the case as he dragged it across
the gravel path, trying to suppress the noise any way he could. His efforts
to keep the silence were destroyed when Jen shouted from beyond the front
gate,
"Potter! When I said we didn't have much time, funnily enough, I meant it!
Get your ass over here!" Harry froze as her shout, amplified by the silence
of the sleeping street rang in the air. A light clicked on in the house
behind him and he had no choice but to break into a run, dragging his trunk
behind him as Jen continued to watch him, offering no assistance as she
watched him struggle. She led him around the corner to the side of the street,
away from view of number four. Harry panted behind her as he tried to keep
up with her. Finally they rounded the corner and she stopped, allowing him
to catch his breath.
"You run like a girl," Jen muttered, fixing her emerald eyes on something
in the darkness. Harry stopped panting and looked up, indignant,
"Well you could have helped me?" he said, in disbelief. Jen turned and glared
at him, fixing him with a piercing stare.
" Ah no! Manual labour so does not agree with me." Harry groaned and looked
around, surveying the area, his eyes coming to rest on a motorbike that
Jen seemed to be drawing herself to.
"We're riding that?" he asked, in somewhat amazed manner. The motorbike
was black, blending in with the darkness just as Jen had, though the word
"Ninja" emblazoned in small writing in an almost luminous pink, clearly
visible against the dark background.
"What were you expecting?" she asked, curiously, "a broomstick?" she laughed,
"that is so five hundred years ago," she patted the bike, fondly, "welcome
to the 21st century, Potter." Harry watched her as she strapped a black
helmet streaked with a flame design to her head and taking Harry's trunk,
lifted it with ease onto the back of the bike where it appeared to fix itself,
perfectly. Harry wanted to question this, but considering she had come from
Dumbledore and she would probably have another of her sarcastic quotes waiting
for him, he thought better of it.
She sat in the seat and sliding forward to make room for Harry, she handed
him a pink helmet. Harry glared at her,
"Its pink," he said. She looked down at it for a moment,
"Its not pink, it's punk," she said, forcing it onto his head, "and seeing
as you run like a girl, this completes the outfit."
Harry gave up trying to argue, convincing himself that nobody would see
him or recognise him for that matter in a pink helmet, riding on Jens motorbike.
He slid onto the seat, behind her, trying to figure out where exactly he
should put his hands. Without giving him nearly enough time, Jen revved
the bike and they shot off, forcing Harry to throw his arms around her stomach
to remain seated.
"Jen!" His protesting shout was lost upon the air as they swerved around
corners at incredible speeds. They passed the traffic with ease and part
of Harry's mind was wondering if they were going to survive without getting
stopped by the police. How the trunk managed to stay attached to the bike
was a mystery to Harry.

They weren't on the road for that long. The sight of headlights and people
passing them at immeasurable speeds forced Harry to keep his eyes tightly
shut, but now the bike slowed and skidded to a halt. Harry felt the thud
of Jen's boot coming down off the pedal to steady the bike.
"You can let go of me now," she muttered, unable to move while Harry kept
his arms wrapped tightly around her abdomen. Harry released her and steadied
himself as he opened his eyes and looked around.
Far from the rows of houses that made up Grimmauld Place, Harry was greeted
by the sight of a luminous yellow sign, glowing through the darkness.
"What are we doing here?" he asked, "McDonalds"? he read from the door,
though he knew the sign from advertisements and the bags Dudley brought
back with him whenever the Dursley's took him out. Jen locked up the bike
and slipped her helmet off her head, "Dumbledore told me to feed you," she
said, "and more importantly I fancy a Big Mac." She watched Harry get off
the bike. When he had turned to face her, she was still looking at him,
one eyebrow raised.
"What?" he demanded, looking down on himself to search for a problem.
"For one who made such a fuss, you've taken to that helmet pretty well,"
Jen said, keeping her laughter in check. Harry's hands instinctively shot
up to remove the headgear while Jen just smiled and led him into the restaurant.
Harry had never seen the interior of the restaurant before. The Dursely's
never treated him to a meal, they let him finish off Dudley's leftovers,
if there were any. Harry slipped into a booth as he waited for Jen to return
with the food. There were a few people scattered through the building, more
than Harry would have expected for such a late hour. The staff watched him
and the others with a hatred, no doubt they were hoping for an exceptionally
quiet shift which meant as little work as possible.

Jen slipped into the seat opposite Harry and swung her legs up onto the
table, her black, leather boots thudding heavily on the polished surface.
She started examining her nails and reaching into her pocket she removed
a small, silver dagger, which to Harry's shock was tinted with red smears.
The cleaner eyed her suspiciously as she proceeded to pick bits of dirt
from beneath her long, red-polished nails using the tip of the knife.
She looked up at Harry who was gazing at her with a kind of subdued horror.
She shrugged,
"What?" she demanded, swinging her arm to the side, carelessly. Harry watched
as the knife scraped against the wood of the booth wall and left a small
mark. Jen looked back and seeing the damage, hastily stuffed the knife back
into the pocket and gazed around the restaurant absent-mindedly.
They sat in silence, broken by her over exaggerated humming of a heavy metal
ballad. Her hair swinging madly as she sang loudly. Harry watched her with
an air of disbelief, as she continued to head-bang to her own music. Eventually
Harry interrupted her song and spoke up,
"How old are you?" he asked. She held up a finger indicating the one minute
gesture,
"Every way the wind blows,bwoooooosh," she finished her enactment of "Bohemian Rhapsody" and turned to Harry, "Pardon?" she asked, having been to engrossed in the imaginary music to hear him properly.
"Right," Harry muttered, rolling his eyes, "Never mind, so, where...did?"
Harry struggled to think of a question, "How long have you been driving?"
he thought again, "It's a nice bike you've got," she smiled, appreciatively,
"Where did you get it?"
She hesitated, "It's not like they'll miss it," she protested. Harry's jaw
dropped, but before he could respond she added, "at least they haven't missed
it...yet," she shrugged.
"Why did Dumbledore send you to get me?" he asked, suddenly blurting the
question that had been nagging at him since he had first read the letter
from the Hogwarts headmaster, "Why didn't he send someone else from the
Ord…?" Harry didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as Jen had suddenly kicked him hard beneath the table in a rather violent manner. "Yes," she hissed, quietly but somewhat dangerously to Harry, "just tell
the whole world who sent me, it's not as if it's some big secret, is it?"
She sank back, a silence descending upon them once again,
"I'm a part of it," she muttered, leaving enough silence to confuse any
eavesdroppers. Harry looked up at her in disbelief,
"You?" he spat, more bitterly than he had intended and for a moment she
looked genuinely surprised at his reaction. A wave of jealousy had hit Harry,
he wanted to be in the Order since he had discovered the nature of it's
existence. Who better to fight the Dark lord than the one who had defeated
him on more than one occasion and yet this reckless girl had managed to
gain entry over him. Harry thought for a moment,
"Why did the headmaster send you?" he asked, choosing his words carefully
so they didn't attract attention from whomever may be listening. Jen shrugged,
"He trusts me," she smiled, she added with a sad afterthought, somewhat
softer than her normal confident tone, "Family have to trust each other."
"He's a relation?" Harry asked, confused. Jen jerked out of her trancelike
state, not expecting her thoughts to be heard.
" Oh great! The foods here", she gestured happily. Jen munched on her Big Mac, savouring the taste of each bite, where Harry, who had never tasted a proper McDonald's meal before wolfed down what lay before him, ravenous and repressed. She chuckled as she watched him eat and inevitably choke on a chip. She offered him a sip of her coke, he supped it gratefully and smiled up at her.

"Don't think I'm getting all nice on you, Potter," she warned him, catching the look of gratitude he gave her, "I don't think Dumbledore would be happy of I took you back as a corpse." Harry laughed, convinced she liked him more than she let on and carried on wolfing down the food. Jen glanced down at her watch and with a shriek she began taking larger bites out of her burger,

"We're running a bit late," she muttered, through a mouthful of meat. Stuffing the last of her burger into her mouth she tore Harry from the table and led him toward the motorbike. Harry protested in vain, trying desperately to return to his unfinished food. Jen had none of it and forcing him on the bike they shot off.

They weaved in and out of the traffic, causing Harry a great deal of discomfort and made him wish he hadn't eaten his food so quickly. Jen, however, seemed unaffected by the speeds they were reaching and paid no attention to Harry's gagging sounds.

Eventually the bike stopped and they slid off it, Harry immediately took the opportunity to throw up beside the bike. Jen looked down at him in disgust,

"Well, that was a waste of £3.29," she muttered. Harry apologised, making false promises to pay her back, but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand, "Just don't mess the helmet," she warned, sliding her own helmet off and leading Harry up the familiar drive of Grimmauld Place.