AN: Thank you! Everyone! Thank you! Oh, I will try to make this chapter longer.

Chapter Eight

Harry Now could trace sadness in her face.

" What-"

" Harry!"

Harry and Jess turned around to see Ron running out of the house.

" It's good to see you again! Why are you standing out here? Who is she?"

Ron eyed the stranger.

Jess returned the action.

" Ummmm...this is Jess-"

" Oh so you broke up with Ginny and found another girl did you?"

" No, Ron, that's not it."

" I thought you cared about Ginny!"

" I did! I do!"

" So what do you call this!" He pointed to Jess.

" A misunderstanding." Jess said. " We're not dating."

Ron's cheeks started to turn red.

" Temper this one has." Jess' sadness was now replaced with a smirk.

Harry could tell she did not like showing her weak side a lot.

But yet, she had around him.

" Uhhhh...why don't we go inside?" Harry directed.

Ron nodded frantically.

As they stepped through the door the household acted like nothing happened.

Molly was clumsily doing something in the small kitchen.

Arthur was reading The Daily Profit.

Ginny fiddled with a piece of her hair.

Fred and George were actually the only ones facing reality.

" Welcome back Harry." One of the twins chimed.

" So you brought a friend with you this time around." The other announced.

Fred and George evilly grinned at each other.

Harry caught this act and nodded with a scowl.

" Well, I'm Fred." George said.

" And I'm George." Fred replied.

" Oh stop teasing with her. That's Fred," Molly pointed to the real Fred, " and that's George," She pointed to the true George, " and I'm Molly, that's my husband Arthur, that's Ginny and you've already met Ron."

" I'm Jess." Jess murmured.

" Well it's nice to meet you." Arthur said as uncomfortably as possible.

Jess nodded in response.

Mr. Weasley took out his wand.

" Now Jess, just stand still. This won't hurt."

Jess' eyes grew big and she stepped behind Ron.

" Now's not the time Arthur!" Molly scolded.

" Molly-"

" Put it AWAY!"

The husband unwillingly did as he was told.

" It's nice to know you would save yourself." Ron side stepped from in front of Jess.

" Don't take it personally, I'd do the same to anyone."

" Thanks..." Ron remarked sarcastically.

"Ron why don't you take Harry to your room. Jess, dear, you can bunk with Ginny."

" All right then. Come on." Ginny signaled to follow her.

Ron did the same with Harry.

Harry knew the Burrow by heart, so when he trotted up the stairs to Ron's room his feet did the thinking and his mind thought about something else.

How has Jess seen Deatheaters before?

Is she a sqib?

Or is she lying to me?

" Ron, I'll be right back." Harry retracted his steps and redirected to Ginny's room.

Jess was planted by the window, fixated on the scattering Garden Gnomes.

Ginny, Harry guessed, had went back downstairs. Away from the stranger that had intruded in her room in the early hours of the night.

" Jess?"

Jess jumped at the sudden presence of Harry.

" Oh, it's you."

" Where have you seen Deatheaters before?"

She frowned.

" My mother," She began, " had died in a plane accident four years earlier when I had my first encounter with them. My father quit his job after she died, and we upped and moved to Canada.

There he started a pub.

He started, slowly but surly, to become happy again.

He laughed often with some regulars that came around a lot, and, after three years there, he met someone.

She was a police officer. I remember when we first met her. She had chased a robber into the pub.

Her name was Kaylie.

I was thirteen at the time.

They looked radiant together.

Then my fourteenth birthday rolled around.

Everybody we knew was at the pub, including Kaylie." Jess sighed and slid down against the wall into a sitting position on the floor, then continued.

" We were chatting, when all of the sudden five people walked in.

We had never seen them before, and you believe me we would have recognized them. They were dressed in dark robes with hoods covering half of their faces.

One of them walked up to my father.

'Can I help you?' was what he said.

' Where is it?' the thing hissed.

' I'm sorry?'

' You know what we're talk about!'

My father slowly reached under the counter to retrieve a pistol he kept for safety.

Then all the dark people pulled out a stick looking thing.

My father raised the gun, but he was too late.

The hooded person muttered something and there was a blast of light.

My dad was thrown against the wall, dead.

Kailey pulled out her gun and badge, and they killed her too.

But her death was not quick.

" Run-" Were her last words to me.

I ran out the backdoor.

I ran away from the nightmare.

I ran away from the vicious killing of my friends.

I ran to the local police, they didn't believe me.

I mean who would? I stick that could kill people?

But they went down there anyway.

Everyone was on the floor, lifeless. So my aunt took me in.

Then we moved to this country, and now all this is happening."

A tear streaked down her cheek.

" I even have the gift my father gave to me on that day. 'It was my mothers' he told me. 'Take good care of it, keep it safe' he said. It was a necklace, I took it with me everywhere. I still do."

She pulled a necklace half-way out from the neck of her shirt.

" I'm sorry about your parents. My are dead too."