(A.N&Disclaimer) Harry Potter&company (characters, setting, themes) belong to J.K. Rowling & all chapter titles and lyrical subtitles belong to the respective artist(s) underneath them. This is Fiction & Jazz is an original.
Ch 1: Clumsy
"I'll be waving my hand, watching you drown"
(Our Lady Peace)
The cold, bitter rainfall was not lost upon her as she straightened her back against the old willow tree, hiding behind its looming branches. Staring absently at the castle in front of her, contemplating her next move as sleep threatened to overcome her with every slow breathe she drew. The night was captivating, amidst the rain and fierce wind, brilliant stars scattered the sky and offered some remnants of home. Tomorrow, she thought, tomorrow is it. As she silently lost the war with herself, she fell into a light sleep with a flicker of nervousness and hope hidden deep within the remains of her heart.
Jazz Bentley's eyes fluttered open uncertainly as she took in her surroundings. She had not said a word in twenty-eight days, causing the incoherent cursing under her breathe to sound ragged and tattered. "I'm late, I'm late…," she muttered as she stumbled forward past the branches that had offered so much protection the night before. The students of Hogwart's would be arriving that evening and Jazz had yet to find the Headmaster, a daunting task considering she was not a Hogwarts student and it is nearly impossible to get into the school. Someone once said that the most obvious solutions are often overlooked. Jazz decided to put this theory to the test. All previous attempts at getting past the gates surrounding the castle were a complete failure. She had gotten this far with all the ancient spells and charms she knew, but a wizard in the leagues of Albus Dumbledore was not easily outsmarted.
The pervious night's storm was still evident in the gray sky, bitter air and damp grounds. Jazz made her way up to the metal gates and prepared herself for the curse that would most likely come to any foolish person trying to sneak into the school by climbing the fence. However, in her logic, she had no other choice. She had tried everything from a simple unlocking spell, to the most complex disarming charms she knew. As her hand made contact with the cold steel, she hoisted herself up on the gate. There was no curse to greet her, so she took it as a sign to continue. Her muscles were sore from the long journey and physical activity made her body feel like it was ripping inside. She was at the top of the gate, straddling the bar and was ready to make the jump just as the faint rattling of the gates beginning to creek open and the sound of footsteps running towards the gate took her by surprise. This momentary lapse in judgment allowed the footsteps a split-second advantage; she reached into her back pocket to get her wand and instead fell to the floor with a THUMP. Jazz fell limp; her already tired body felt like it was being torn into bits and was slowly becoming numb to the pain. The numbness couldn't come fast enough. Her face collided with the damp grass and she was laying on the floor with two wands pointed at her back.