Nine,
Albus Dumbledore and Poppy Pomfrey walked into the muggle hospital. The notice me not spell seemed to be working perfectly as no one even glanced in their direction. The two followed the point of Poppy's wand as they trailed through the corridors. They soon came upon Suzanne and a man in a white coat.
"She's recovering well from the attack, but remains in a coma." He was saying, Suzanne was looking through the window they were standing by.
"So, she'll live," she frowned, "but you have no idea when she'll wake up?"
"That's right, this is one of the worst cases of anaphylactic shock I've seen. She's lucky to still be alive."
There was a tense silence for a moment before he continued,
"I'm going to have her transferred to her own room in the morning." Suzanne's eyes were still riveted to the window.
"Thank you doctor," she said softly. The doctor nodded and left.
A moment of silence passed before Suzanne spoke again, her voice dull, "Good afternoon Poppy, Mr. Dumbledore," she tore her eyes from the window to look at the two wizards, "how can I help you?"
Poppy was the first to speak, her voice reproachful, "Where have you been? You're one of the greatest medi-witches I've ever seen and you disappeared nearly thirty years ago." She paused and a hint of pain filled her voice, "do you know how worried we were? No one could contact you, we all thought you were dead, and now," her voice went slightly angry, "Now you waltz back into the world without nary but a hello."
During her diatribe, Suzanne turned back to the window. Her voice was soft again, "do you know why Wizards have so much trouble having children?"
Poppy started, her face confused, "What's that have to do with anything?" Albus stood back, watching the interaction of the two old associates.
"It has everything to do with it," Suzanne's voice stayed incredibly soft, her gaze not wavering from whatever was behind the window. Poppy paused a moment before responding.
"It has to do with the magic, The mothers magic often overwhelms the baby."
"Overwhelms, Lovely way to put that." Suzanne closed her eyes and tilted her head down, "Believable or not, most of those children are actually allergic to magic," Grey eyes pierced into Poppy's "The Evens were third generation squibs," the eyes went back to the window, "They wanted to have a magic child so badly, they came to me for help," Suzanne's eyes fogged up with memories, "Lying there on that bed, is their first child, completely and utterly allergic to magic." There was a short pause as if to let the listeners go over what she had said. "The only child of that type to ever get past three years old."
Poppy tried to say something but Suzanne continued, "The Evens were horrified, they wanted to kill the girl. I couldn't let that happen, so I adopted her. It soon became apparent that living in England was killing her slowly, The entire country is rife with magic. So we moved to America."
"But why didn't you tell anyone? There were so many people who counted on you. You left them behind, not a word of good by." The way Poppy was talking left it perfectly clear that she included herself in that category.
"And risk my child? If I had told people, they would have come after me, sent spells," The grey eyes were piercing into Poppy's again, "Sent Magic, and that would have killed my little girl."
An uncomfortable silence ensued. After a few moments, Suzanne turned to Albus.
"Did you bring his things? They were left at the school."
Dumbledore shook his head negatively, "No, they were left in the excitement."
"Please bring them tomorrow, Jez'll have her own room." Albus nodded. "Then that's all we need to discuss right now." She said sternly and walked into the room as Pomfrey was about to argue.
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With visiting hours came the return of the wizards. They arrived at Jezibel's new room to find Senku laying partially on his mother's bed and Suzanne asleep in the corner. Apparently the pushy woman managed to finagle a way for them to stay with the comatose girl.
Suzanne woke with a start the moment they walked into the room.
"Morning," she said sleepily, "Did you bring Senku's things?"
Albus nodded and set the baggage on a chair and expanded it. Suzanne nodded and stood to wake up the sleeping boy.
"Come on Senku, it's time to wake up"
Senku, it seemed didn't want to wake up.
"Baa-san, okikunai" he whined,
"In English please." Her voice was stern.
"Don wan to geto uph."
Suzanne wasn't taking that for an answer and lifted the boy onto his feet. "Come on, up you get."
There was more whining and finagling before Senku was off to the cafeteria with money and an order for coffee and food. Through it all Albus had an amused look in his eye and Madame Pomfrey couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Can you do anything for her?" Pomfrey's voice held a challenging tone that one would throw at a master.
"Yes I can, but I didn't want Senku here to see it." She looked Pomfrey strait in the eyes, "Do you know how the unforgivables work?" Pomfrey nodded, "The Cruciatus?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"Think of it carefully, that spell causes near intolerable pain, but how does it work?"
Pomfrey started to look like a school girl that had been caught not studying. Suzanne smirked and answered her own question.
"It works by removing the magic in a person. Wizard or Muggle, there's an innate amount of magic that suffuses a person." Her attention turned to the bed, "While she's allergic to large amounts of magic, she can comfortably live if all the innate magic is ripped away from her." Both Albus and Madame Pomfrey looked alarmed when Suzanne pulled out a wand.
"But it's Illegal" Madame Pomfrey nearly shouted.
"Only if the subject complains or is brought to the brink of insanity, and as it will help her, I've got no qualms about using it."
"Then why did you send Senku away."
"I don't want him under the impression that it's a good spell. It's not, but in her case, it's the only one that you can use safely on her." She pointed the wand and whispered "Crucio" before anyone could say anything else.
Jezibel's body twitched once before returning to dormancy. A small relieved smile found its way onto her face. Suzanne stopped the spell and both Albus and Pomfrey stood stunned.
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Pomfrey's voice was breathless in her shock.
"Her body was too far gone by the time I got to Hogwarts, you have to get to her before she gets overwhelmed."
It was then that Senku found his way back into the room. He quietly handed Suzanne her coffee and sat by Jezibel.
"Senku," He looked up at Suzanne, "play something for your mother. It will let her know you're here and love her."
Albus looked amused while Madam Pomfrey looked confused as the boy pulled out a small black case and put a flute together.
Soon the haunting melody of "Close Every Door" from Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat" drifted across the room.
The music seemed to delve its way into all the listener's minds and bring forth memories of sad times. The cheery smile on Albus Dumbledore's face faded while Madame Pomfrey started to sniffle. Suzanne looked sadly at the body of her daughter. A loud sniffle could be heard in the corridor.
Jezibel's hand twitched and she groaned slightly before opening her eyes and gently clasping Senku on the shoulder.
"Don't be so sad for me." She whispered softly but was heard by the entire room. Senku put down his flute and jumped into her arms.
"KAA-SAN"
"Uff." The morose feeling in the room suddenly lightened while people shook of the poor memories and returned to the moment.
"We don't have to go to Hogwarts, We can go back to Nippon." The boy was crying. "Don't leave me."
Jezibel gave the boy a confused look and turned to Suzanne and the wizards.
"Mom? What's going on? Last I remember we were coming to scope out a possible job in 'civilized' country" you could hear the sarcasm on the word civilized.
Suzanne turned to Madame Pomfrey and Albus, "Please, if you would, I need to tell her." They nodded.
"We'll be outside." Albus said quietly while giving Senku a speculative glance.
AN: and there I thought I had abandoned this one. Maybe there's hope for it yet. So, I've forgotten what people have said, but I'll put another vote, because if they're really creative Jez can be a teach at hogwarts, the real question is should she? Would it help or hinder the story? Bah. . I dunno, please review and tell me what your opinion is.
I might as well answer questions in the reviews (mostly because it makes me feel so err. . . authoritative I guess is a good word)
Sixverfox1, He's going to be sorted as Senku because his guardian legally changed his name and has informed the school.
Kathleen, I'm seriously considering having them spend the summers in Japan, but they don't own a house so having a place to stay would be a problem, maybe if they access the Potter vaults and buy one that won't be too much of a problem. They'll have to go back or poor little Senku won't be able to go to rock concerts that he loves :-) He's musically inclined and wants to become a musician.
Athenakitty, She'll be ok, she's got to be careful, kinda like having a peanut allergy, potentially deadly, but manageable if you know what your doing and are careful. Harry will learn more about his real parents through books and such, just like the cannon Harry did, Jezibel never knew his parents and so couldn't tell him anything except for the sketchy info she got in the initial letter. The lost letter is gone, probably got cremated knowing the Japanese society. Harry will adapt, but it'll be difficult, one he's got an accent, and two kids usually are not very nice to the odd man out. He's got his music to cope though.
Stardrow, Nope, no psycic for Jezibel, she's going to have a hard enough time coping with a magic allergy. Senku/Harry does know some spirit magic, but it's more that he can see and talk with natural spirits and they like to help him out.
Margeaux, Why thank you, adaption is always difficuilt, but I appreciate your nice words
Athenakitty, No Harry's no being dumped with the Dursleys, Jezibel's ill because of the allergy thingy, yes Suzanne saves her, she'd the mummy, she's got to be all powerful, I'm still not sure if she'll be teaching, I've got more votes in the yea than nay so far so if she does, they'll figure something out.
Thanks Drusilla, Salan and Crazy-lil-nae-nae for the votes of confidence.
Someone asked me to put translations of the Japanese in (i forgot who). I beleive I've left them out because of age old spite. When I had to read Jane Eyre, I didn't get English translations. I'm still bitter. Now that they're in England whatever is said in Japanese will probably be repeated in English.