Chapter 1: Dreams and Premonitions
Jazz woke up screaming once more. The screams had seemed to happen more and more often, along with the vivid dreams, making the seductive voice that belonged to the 16 year old fade into a rasp. Jazz sat up swiftly, sending her hand flying toward her neck. Her vocal cords were harsh feeling and sore. 'Something tells me I'm going to be needing some cough drops,' the girl thought. The boy in her dream had come at her again, telling her to be quiet, to worry not, because he would make everything fine. 'He says that every time, and every time he's wrong.' The boy and his awesomely green eyes and jet-black hair had seemed to calm her down like always. 'He looked so familiar. But I don't know any boy with as beautiful eyes as his.' Before she could stop it, however, someone or something was pulling her away from the boy's firm grasp, taking her somewhere deeper down the train. Huge multi-colored flashes nearly blinded Jazz as she was dragged father and farther in. She watched as bodied piled on top of bodies and sadness filled her because she could do nothing about it. The memories of the dream sent shock waves throughout her body, making her shiver. None of it would have made her scream until she recognized two bodies…they looked so familiar…but they couldn't be… 'NO!' Jazz shook her head vigorously, angry that she thought what she had.
Jazz, trying to shake off the terrifying dream, glanced at her illuminated clock that glowed 4: 45 AM on a white washed wooden bedside table. 'Great. I'm going to board the Express with bags under my eyes,' Jazz thought as she unscrambled her body from the entanglement of blankets, not able to sleep any more. Jazz dressed as quietly as she could into short jeans that were ripped and torn in various places and pairing it with an old light blue tank top, slipped out of her room and into the bathroom. Before she could however, a pecking noise sounded on her window. Jazz turned to see Paris, her mother's owl, pecking away, determined to get the parcel to her owner. Jazz rushed over to the window and opened it, earning a squawk of acknowledgement from the bird.
"Thanks, Paris. Here, have an owl treat." The animal squawked again and flew out of Jazz's room and into her cage out in the hall. Crookshanks lay on the end of the bed, growling enviously at the bird. Jazz simply rolled her eyes at both of them and looked at the gift with a note attached. 'Who'd send me a gift? My birthday isn't for a while now.'
Nevertheless, Jazz ripped the present open to find a book on brooms, this book in particular that she had wanted for ages. She was thrilled and instantly wanted to send a thank you to whoever was the sender. She gouged the letter open and read:
Dear Miss Hermione Jasmine Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you are invited back for your sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Do notice that you will need to take the train from Banker's Crossing at 9 in order to make it to King's Cross Station for the Express. We have enclosed a book for your benefit with splendid news. We are even more pleased to tell you that you have made the Gryffindor house quidditch team this year, as a beater and that you have been chosen for Head Girl. Congratulations on your achievements. We look forward to seeing you returned to Hogwarts. We expect your letter of acknowledgement no later than July 31st.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School
Order of Merlin, First Class, etc.
Jazz couldn't believe she had gotten the letter this late. She was supremely thankful her mother had borrowed a letter from one of Jazz's friends at school to buy her books. She couldn't believe that she had made Head Girl. She wasn't even in her last year yet. When she glanced at the envelope again she noticed a second letter. She pulled it out and read:
Dear Miss Granger,
I'm writing to inquire for an update of how your 'gift' is making you feel, how it is affecting your sleeping habits, etc. Please tell me if you are experiencing any difficulty dreaming. Also I would like to ask you to do me a favor: I would like you to take an extra class this year, for it is important you learn the full potential of your powers.
Take care and be safe.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. When you arrive at school this term, instead of attending the feast, please go to my office. Professor McGonagall will escort you there.
As she brushed her long mane of chestnut hair (Jazz had worked night and day to find a potion to replace her frizzy fried hair with what it was currently, smooth and simple), Jazz went over her list of things she had to do, but her thoughts kept straying away. 'What's wrong with me?' Jazz thought back to something that had happened earlier as she gazed into her silver eyes. She couldn't remember when or why her eyes had changed from the normal honey brown to interesting silver, but she guessed it had something to do with her premonitions. Jazz hadn't started having them until about last year, but already she felt as if she were an expert at it. She closed her eyes, set the brush down on to the cabinet, and sat down on the edge of the tub; trying to place her self back into the premonition she had had earlier the day before. 'Damn, I thought I'd have more control than that. Come on now, Granger, you can focus. You just have to try.' As if after forever, the premonition came back and Jazz focused her entire mind on it. She saw herself on the Express, chasing after a toad for some reason. 'Neville better not lose that animal again,' Jazz thought exasperatedly. 'Honestly, he loses Trevor every year!' She saw herself being pulled into a compartment, as well, with two boys inside. "What did you do that for?" she cried angrily. "I'm trying to help someone." She was about to rant some more, but the boy holding her was dreadfully handsome and held onto her attention by speaking.
"Sorry," he replied with an apologetic smile. His eyes were simply perfect; with a glow of green so much that Salazar Slytherin would be jealous himself. The future Jazz's eyes flew suddenly to the boy's forehead, where a lightning bolt scar applied an identity to him. 'Harry Potter? Harry Potter pulled me into his compartment then apologizes to me?'
"Yeah, it's okay, but could you lemme go? My arm is sort of getting numb," The future Jazz said stupidly. 'That was stupid,' she scolded herself. Suddenly, she realized her mistake but it was too late and she was transported back to her bathroom, where she lay on the tile floor, simply freezing.
'I wonder what Mom would say if she saw me,' Jazz joked to herself as she brushed herself off and stood up. Tears threatened to swell in her eyes, but instead Jazz tried desperately to go back to the vision, giving up after the third try. She began to analyze it, thinking about everything that had happened as she went into the kitchen to attempt at a breakfast for herself. She wasn't the greatest of cooks, but a girl had to eat, so she started trying to make just a slice of toast with some orange juice. She was so caught up with all of her thoughts that she had no time to notice two eyes gleaming with such an awesome green color that anyone who dared look at them would melt with love. The eyes seemed to linger on the teenager with a look of longing. Soon Jazz heard a noise up the stairs of the house, and, thinking it was her mother waking up, departed the kitchen, leaving the eyes to tell her good bye silently.
"She'll not notice you that way, I assure you," a voice chimed as the eyes blinked and pulled away, revealing a handsome face covered with dark messy hair.
"You underestimate me, dear friend," the eye's owner replied. His jet-black hair fell into his eyes, forcing him to seriously rethink letting it grow any longer.
"Potter," the first voice boomed warningly. Potter rolled his eyes at the address of his last name. "I mean it, Harry. Watch out with that chick." The speaker this time rolled his eyes at Harry as he sighed admiringly, making both the males flush.
Harry closed his eyes for a moment to think about his situation. "Ron, you think too much." Harry turned his mesmerizing eyes away from the window and stared at his best friend. He was taller, and in better shape than his companion, but he still gave a sheepish look to his friend when Ron spoke again.
"Just listen to me. We both know her powers. She could be either a great asset or a tragic enemy. This war is not going to wait for Harry Potter to get the Dream Girl safe. It'd be best if you never spoke with her, it will only lead to trouble. Plus, you look as if you're in love. C'mon, let's leave, she'll be returning soon, and the dawn is approaching." Instead of replying, Harry gave a curt nod to his companion before disappearing. Ron, with his muddy brown eyes and flaming red hair, quickly followed suit, but not before ranting, "This train ride will be interesting."
And voila! There is the first chapter, I hope you likes it. Please review this: I really appriciate it even if it is telling me I suck at writing and that i'd never sell a single book to anyone, even though thats quite hurtful. Please, I need an ego boost, I've had a terrible year and I need some encouragement. Anyway, thank you for reading this. I'll have the next chapter posted as soon as I can. Thank you.
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