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A/N: OK people, I updated this and it is different…at least a bit…he-he…ANYWAYS…if u read this when it first came out you can read it again and see the improvements big grin …but enough of this: go on, read you do, read you do!
Chapter 5: Back to Normal
Jazz woke up to the sound of a teacup clinking against a plate and sun light filtering through the stained glass windows. She yawned while stretching and taking in her surroundings, remembering all that happened. A part deep inside Jazz still stirred with anger at the thought of Professor Dumbledore and how he never filled her in on her life before now, but of course, she had argued with herself thinking that even though it had hurt her, Dumbledore was just trying to protect her.
Jazz tore her mind away from the events that happened yesterday and remembered that she heard someone clashing the cup and plate together. Jazz sat up, bending her back backwards, twisting her neck in all directions to detect the visitor. "Whose there?" she demanded, with sleep still in her voice.
"'Bout time you woke up, eh?" the other person replied. The feminine voice made Jazz groan as she slammed her upper body back down on to the pillows and sheets, desparate to go back to her perfect sleep. Ginny Weasley, however, was wide-awake and very impatient, tapping her foot on the floor lightly. "Oh, that's lovely of you, isn't it? Don't mind me, I'm only one of you're best friends."
"How the hell did you get in here? And why are you in here so early?" Jazz growled grumpily into her pillows. She moved her head so she could breathe, and saw a steaming mug of coffee sitting on her bedside table that matched the one at her home. A picture of herself with her mother leaning on each other's shoulders, smiling mischievously sat next to the coffee along with a clock that had a cat and feathers intertwined on the rim of it. 'I suppose I can't call her 'mom' anymore, can I?'
"A house elf let me in this morning while I was asking it for a favor." Ginny gave a short bark of laughter at her friend and scoffed at her. "Early? It's seven forty-five. You need to wake up and get ready. Lessons start in about…" Ginny gave a glance at her pretty pink watch one of her brothers had given her and finished, "forty-five minutes."
Jazz groaned again and rolled over, thinking about her day ahead. 'Note to self: jinx all the clocks at this school so I can get more sleep.' Jazz didn't make to get out of bed, however. She sat up, stretching in the process, and gave an annoyed scowl at her friend. "So why did you want to talk to me so early? You couldn't wait until we saw each other at breakfast?" Ginny shook her head firmly, and Jazz saw that something was fogging her eyes. Ginny, without warning, sank into a chair, and broke out into heart broken sobs. Jazz's eyes widened, and she sat shocked for a second before her instinct took over, sending her flying out from underneath her bed sheets and over at Ginny's side, placing a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Gin, Gin what's wrong? You haven't cried for a while. Why now?"
Ginny hiccupped and answered with a sharp intake of breath, "Before I tell you," (hiccup) "promise me you won't tell Ron, or anyone else, and that you won't get angry when I'm done."
"Virginia Ann Weasley, what did you do?" Jazz asked in a fake motherly voice. But when Ginny didn't stop crying, Jazz stop joking and became serious once more. "Come on, Gin. You know I won't tell anyone unless you want me to. Spill your beans, right now!"
Mid sob, Ginny hiccupped once more and said in a low sad voice, "I've been seeing someone who's really sweet and everything since we started, you know, going out. Everything was so…perfect between us…" Ginny's voice broke and she went on with her waterworks.
"Okay…" Jazz said slowly. She signaled Ginny to continue when she stopped crying for a moment.
"Well… yesterday, we were walking by the lake, and it was late, and he kissed me gently, and it was beautiful and all, but when we stopped by the lake…Oh Jazz, he – he – he – he told me he loved me!" Ginny again burst into tears, eyes turning red and swollen from so much water flowing from them.
Jazz unwrapped the arm she had placed around her friend, puzzled by the new information. "What?" She inquired thickly, "You got all upset over a guy telling you he loves you?" Jazz then thought her last comment a bit harsh, seeing as how probably this boy was Ginny's first boyfriend, but she still couldn't wrap her mind around why she was so distraught by such a happy occasion.
"It isn't because he says he loves me that I'm upset!" Ginny suddenly yelled indignantly, springing to her feet within a second. Jazz's face fell from confusion to hurt, making Ginny sit down slowly and reply in a low tone. "Sorry, but it isn't that. It's who he is that's the problem."
"Okay," Jazz returned slowly, registering everything in her mind. "So…" She cleared her throat so the words would come out without sounding obnoxious, "Who is it?"
"Er…well…" Ginny left her seat again, beginning to pace on the purple fluffy rug in the middle of the room. "Well, you see…its…" When Ginny turned round to face Jazz, Jazz noted that Ginny's blue eyes grazed Jazz's face, avoiding her silver ones.
"Spit it out, please."
"Er…" Ginny mumbled something incoherently and Jazz told her that she didn't catch it. Finally, Ginny, with a look of great dislike for Jazz at the moment, snapped at her, "Oh alright! Its Malfoy, okay?"
Jazz found many words spring to her mind for a reply, but not one of them could actually leave except, "Why him? He always treats us all so terribly!" When she realized what came out, she smiled at her friend, that looked as if she were about to cry even more and added, "Gin, calm down. When have I ever spilled a secret of yours that you wanted me to keep? I didn't even tell anyone about you and Terry Boot last year, or Dean Thomas." Ginny's frown faded into an 'oops' sort of smile and she stood to leave as Jazz commanded, "Now, out so I can shower, alright?"
"Okay, okay, I'm gone. Just one more thing, though," Ginny called to Jazz as she made her way out of the portrait hole, "Harry told me to tell you hi for him, and that he'd see you around. Really, I think he likes you. He never did that to me when we first met." Ginny trampled out of the room where she could be seen cackling to herself to the Great Hall.
Jazz couldn't help but giggle at Gin's comment. 'He's interested in me, all right. Probably interested in how I got all the fame and he didn't.' Jazz washed hastily in five minutes so she could get down to breakfast. She dressed in a long sleeved white top and loose light jeans and quickly on her way out snatched her robes, stashing them in her knap sac as she made her way to the Great Hall as well.
As Jazz traveled down the winding corridors, she noticed portraits glancing at her with what seemed like more interest than they had before. 'Wow, word travels fast around here, even in portraits.' She shook her head as she entered the Great Hall, the ceiling covered in beautiful blue and white clouds, deep in thought towards the Gryffindors' table.
WHAM
Jazz fell with a thump that only she heard. She looked to her left to see that her quills and inks and parchment had fallen dismally out of her bag, strewn across the entire floor. Jazz managed to say in a not-so- remorseful-tone as she did this, "Sorry. My mistake."
"Watch it Granger. I may have to dock you points for your clumsiness." An evilly sweet laugh filled the air after this statement, deepening Jazz's new annoyance.
"Excuse me?" Jazz asked, trying very hard to stay civil as she stood up on her feet. Right in front of her, with cold gray eyes that pierced through any disguise, stood Cho Chang smugly, gazing down at her nails with a look of deep self-love in them. "Who are you to take points away from me, Chang? Only professors and - "
"And Head Boy and Girl. Yes, yes, I know." Cho gave a pretend smile, and went on. "You see, though, it so happens that they announced me Head Girl yesterday. They only said that they didn't want to embarrass anyone who thought they were going to." Cho then noticed a grin spread widely on Jazz's face, and growled, "What's wrong with your mouth, Granger? Got a malfunction or something?" She laughed at her own insult for only a second, and finished, "Watch where you're going next time, or you won't be so lucky." Without expecting a reply, Cho strode off to Ravenclaw's table, her black bob swaying to and fro.
Jazz mumbled some foul words that shocked her daring, and proceeded toward the rest of the Gryffindors.
Ginny was already sitting serenely at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly with a short looking girl with long blonde waves of hair, her whole body going into a fit of giggles. "Hey Ginny!" Jazz called to her as she sat down. "Listen I need - "
But Ginny cut her short and spoke fast with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. "Harry was going to wait for you, but it was already time for him to get to class. McGonagall told me to give this to you," Ginny handed over a slight piece of parchment with markings on the front, "and said that you will have your new class today. But she wouldn't tell me what it was." Ginny then added with an even bigger smirk, "Harry also said 'Hope to see you soon.' You're blushing, you know."
Jazz turned her head away, grinning sheepishly. Yes, she knew very well about her face turning scarlet at the mention of Harry. Why though? It wasn't as if he liked her. Her face burnt with shyness as she scowled playfully at Ginny. Instead of eating the no doubt delicious breakfast she so readily wanted, Jazz left the Great Hall the way she entered, and trudged to her first class, Advanced Transfiguration with McGonagall. 'Perfect.'
"Oomph!" Jazz cried as Peeve nearly knocked her over. "Please, Peeves," She said in an annoyed pleading voice, "Would you mind not running, or, er, flying, into me?" She gazed into what would be the ghoul's eyes and saw something she knew only too well.
"Yes, oh master!" He yelled with an evil cackle following. He then zoomed off, snickering wildly as he disappeared through one of the stonewalls.
Jazz finally made it to the classroom that Professor McGonagall taught Transfiguration with about a minute or two to spare. She walked in and sat down in the first desk she came to, but changed to the front of the class when she saw that Harry was in the seat next to her.
Just as Jazz retrieved parchment, a quill, and an ink container from her pack she heard a seductive voice in her ear. "Good to see you this morning miss." She yelped and would've fallen out of her seat had it not been for Harry's training as a seeker. It had made his reflexes as fast as light. He had rushed to her side, and caught her as soon as she would have hit the cold painful floor. "I'm sorry!" Harry cried out in a self-scolding voice. "You must think I'm an idiot, but really I didn't mean to scare you that badly."
Jazz laughed a bit, her right eyebrow raised. "That badly?" Harry grinned sheepishly and asked her if she were okay. "Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't hit the ground, so I am good." She stared into Harry's large emeralds for eyes that had worry still pasted all over them. Jazz smiled again and informed Harry, "Uh…you can, uh, let me go now, you know." Harry and Jazz saw that they were as close as they were on the train, but neither one moved away from the other. Harry tried to hear Jazz's thoughts and succeeded. 'Is he going to kiss me? He looks like he did on the train, the same worried eyes, same worried expression. There it goes, softening. He really is cute.' Then when Harry lent in a bit, and stopped, he heard her say in her mind, 'Are you going to kiss me or not? Please don't, I don't even know you that well.'
Harry then smiled kindly and pulled away from Jazz, hearing the disappointed yet grateful, 'Thanks' in her mind. "You sleep well?" He asked, choosing a safe topic, and sitting in the vacant seat next to Jazz.
"Oh, yeah. I always sleep better here. It's more like home to me than my real one." Jazz shrugged her shoulders, and she couldn't help but wonder what Harry looked like when he was kissing someone. She then began to wonder what it would be like to kiss him, and then finally privately yelled at herself for thinking of such things. 'I just met him and already I'm daydreaming of making out with him. Just great.' "What about you?"
"Well I got sleep. Wasn't the worst or the best I've ever had. Better than the sleep I got at the Dursleys', that's for sure. Still, I could have gotten better.
Jazz dipped her quill and noticed that Harry's things had been levitated on to the desk he and her were sharing, but she didn't think any thing of it. "Oh, I am so sorry! I knew I should have left earlier. I should've been able to tell when you kept yawning. Really I'm - " Just then Jazz's body slumped sideways, falling slowly and softly to the ground, while her mind and spirit sort of floated out of the room, out of Hogwarts, and on to somewhere she didn't quite know.
Premonition
Jazz stood at the far side of a yard, looking around and trying to register her surroundings. She then saw a little girl, who looked like she couldn't be more than 3 of 4. The little girl had long bushy chestnut brown locks, and silvery eyes that were lit with glee, and Jazz couldn't help but notice that she looked very much like herself. She was standing opposite Jazz, grinning broadly as she watched a man and a girl who looked about 11 or 12, horse around in the grass in front of the big white and blue house.
"Ellie!" The little girl screamed, calling to the little Jazz look alike. "Ellie, come play with Dad and me!" The little girl then ran from the tree Jazz just realized they were both under, and raced toward the pair, giggling madly as her father tackled her. Jazz heard the voice and glanced around, searching for somewhere to hide. She then thrust herself behind a tall bush, scarring her premonition self with thorns. That's when Jazz realized that she couldn't be seen, because this was obviously the past. She laughed at herself and turned her attention back to the family.
Jazz watched with interest as the three tackled and tickled one another. She smiled as she heard the little girls laughing gaily with their father. 'That's my dad,' Jazz thought, a tear coming to her eye, 'That's Juliet.' Jazz caught a good glimpse of the older daughter, and tried her hardest to memorize her features, but it was no good. As soon as her premonition had summoned her, it was throwing her back into a pool of fog, swirling all over; covering the three loved ones as a female voice called, "C'mon! Time for lunch!" 'NO!' Jazz screamed as loudly as possible. 'I WANT TO SEE MY MOM! COME BACK! PLEASE!' When the smoke unfurled, Jazz saw that she was back in the castle, but it wasn't at all how she remembered it. 'What the hell…?'
The torches that usually lit the confusing corridors and winding stairways were out, making the hallways all the more terrifying. Jazz pulled her robes closer to her body, a chill creeping up her spine. 'What is going on?' Jazz thought, deciding to walk slowly down the hall, seeing all the portraits had changed. They were no longer gleeful pictures of late headmasters and mistresses or head boys and girls or prefects. Instead, there were pictures of people Jazz would never want to see, portraits of evil looking eyes with scary faces to match with scars all over. Above every room, there was a flag, with the Dark Mark as its coat of arms. The snake that intertwined with the skull's eyeholes glowed maliciously, making Jazz only scowl at it with fear and confusion.
Jazz came closer to a door, frightened to see what was inside. The door made a loud creaking noise as it swung backwards with the force of Jazz's push. She inhaled so sharply that she nearly choked on it at the sight of the lifeless body. It was crumpled in the corner, all tangled. Jazz figured she knew whom the body was, but was too scared to go looking at it, and stumbled backwards, forcing more distance between her and the body. 'No, I don't want to know who it is. Please, let me go back. I don't want to see this.' As if answering her plea, the fog that Jazz had beckoned arrived, swirling around her, devouring her. When Jazz's eyes opened again, she lay on the floor, Harry's eyes staring straight into hers.
End Premonition
Ta- da! Chapter 5. Well…I just finished it and I think I did darn well. Watch out for chapter 6! Remember: reviewing isn't that hard to do, all you do is click the button in the bottom left corner that says 'Go' and type 'OMG I LOVE YOUR STORY' or 'OMG STOP WRITING U SUCK' or… er, something in between...anyways… Please and thank you!
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