Jillian (I'd Give My Heart)

I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.

I'd turn it back, it's my fault.

Your destiny is forlorn,

have to live till it's undone.

……

Jenny

8/28/10

9:56 a.m.

"Jenny, Hermione was right, you come from a different world than us. Unfortunately, you are now suddenly part of ours, and there is no getting out of it. In our world, everyone is either a witch or a wizard, and everyone can use magic. Unicorns and other magical creatures exist." The man with the deep voice said, and he said it with a straight face. I crossed my arms, my temper starting to take off.

"That is so fucking rude. You don't play that kind of a joke on people, especially when they're incapacitated." I said angrily, and the look fell right off his face. "Those…men were obviously crazy if they thought they had wands, and here you are, trying to mess with my head."

"Explain then the pain that one man caused you without even touching you. Explain how using the word Pidgewedgon saved your life." He retorted, and when I looked at him like he was crazy, he continued. "There are two…sides of witches and wizards, the Dark and the Light. The Dark believes that only wizards born from two magical parents are worthy to be alive. The Light believes that anyone who is a witch or wizard not only deserves to live, but should be treated equally."

"You must be bloody insane," I breathed, glancing at Hermione, but she shook her head, looking almost guilty.

"One magical creature that exists is the werewolf. Although they are rare, one was working for the Dark side. He was the man that attacked you, his name was Fenrir Greyback. You killed him." He stopped as I paled, suddenly realizing what he was getting at. If what he was saying was true, I had been bitten. That pain was because I was turning into a werewolf. That's why the man bit me. He hadn't been a cannibal. He was a werewolf. And, I killed him. I mean, I knew that I was willing to do that if that's what it took to keep myself and my loved ones safe…but I had taken a life.

"Oh God," I choked, and buried my face in my hands. My mind was totally blown. One, a whole world I hadn't even known about was suddenly mine, two, I was a fucking werewolf. and three, I was technically a murder.I'd grown up my whole life believing that what I now was didn't exist, they were mythical. Not any more…

"I'm sorry, Jenny. If you hadn't been bitten, we would have wiped your mind of the attack after you were healed and returned you to your residence. That is obviously now out of the question. But you aren't alone in this. Lupin is a werewolf as well." The man continued, sounding a little friendlier. I lifted my head to see Lupin looking at me with the angry gaze. I realized he wasn't angry with me, he was angry for me.

"Unfortunately, werewolves are prejudiced against by our government, which has been taken over by the Dark Wizards, so that prejudice has been turned into a killing spree. They want to hunt down wolves like Lupin and kill them. Never before has there been a Muggle, or non-magical person who was been bitten. Even if we could let you go, which we can't, you would be hunted down. If we let you leave, every full moon you would have to somehow get away from the city, or you would risk exposure or more killings. If you stay with us, we can give you a potion that let's you keep your mind at the full moon." The man said, and I gasped.

"Keep my mind?! As in I won't know who I am when I change?" I whispered, horrified. Lupin looked stony when he nodded silently, glaring at the floor. "This is insanity." I whispered, and Hermione burst into tears, making me jump. She had been incredibly quiet through the entire exchange. "H-Hermione, it's alright," I stammered in surprise, and reached over to lightly touch her knee as she buried her face in her hands, weeping.

"No it's not! You don't have any options, nowhere to go, and this is my fault!" She sobbed. I took a quick deep breath, closed my eyes, and then spoke.

"Hermione, I may have no other options, but this is not your fault. You didn't send those Dark Wizards to my house, and you didn't make the one bite me. If you hadn't have met me, you wouldn't have even heard about this." I said firmly, watching her until she looked up.

"Jenny, you're stuck here. You'll be constantly in danger when you're here, and your only option could kill you." Hermione sniffed.

"You just said I didn't have any options, Hermione." I said slowly, and she froze. Lupin cleared his throat, so I looked at him.

"You do have an option. The Order of the Phoenix needs a spy. You'd be perfect in the position; you are fit, dangerous and smart. Plus, you already have a disguise. Any wizard who didn't know you wouldn't think twice about who you were. You look like a Muggle, know how to be a Muggle, but you would know about us. You would be able to gather information without being in too much danger. Yes, you knowing about us has already broken a few laws, and if you were found out, you would most certainly be in grave danger, but it's your only option." Lupin tried to say this nicely, but the look on his face gave him away. I would be in danger, all the time.

"I barely know anything about your world. What makes you think I could be able to be a witch one moment and a Muggle the next? Just because I killed a wizard, doesn't mean I could do it again, especially if they were armed." I argued trying not to freak out as I realized that what I had just said didn't matter. I was already in it, it was my only option. "But I suppose that doesn't make a difference, does it?" I asked slowly after a moment of silence, and Lupin shook his head sadly, making me angry. I didn't want his fucking pity.

"We're all terribly angered and sorry for what has happened to you, Jenny. Part of the Order of the Phoenix is about protecting Muggles, like yourself." The deep-voiced-man said again. "My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt. I was a Dark Wizard catcher for the Ministry before it fell. I worked for the Order part-time before, but now that's all I do." He smiled, and his teeth made a beautiful contrast to his face. He had a hoop dangling from one ear, and I suddenly felt safer in his presence.

"You already know Remus, but the two women who helped him tend to you are Madam Pompfrey, and Mrs. Weasley." He said, pointing them out to me.

"I owe you thanks for saving my life." I said, gratefulness spreading through me. Madam Pompfrey flushed a deep red while Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly at me.

"It's no problem dear. This is my husband, Mr. Weasley, and I'll bet all of our children are eavesdropping outside the door when I told them not to." She went from sweet to scary in about ten seconds, and I heard a gasp from outside the door. "Come in, then." She snapped, and the door swung open. A large troop of people came in, suddenly filling the space in front of the bed. There were six children with the same hair as Mrs. Weasley, a beautiful woman with almost white blond hair, and a boy with jet black hair and glasses. "Why would you listen behind the door when I specifically told you all not to?" Mrs. Weasley said dangerously. I didn't know if I should laugh or be afraid. I found her sudden ability to be scary and hilarious, but she was also swelling up like a bullfrog. All of the teenagers wisely stayed quiet, either looking at the floor or the walls with perfectly blank faces.

"They really weren't doing any harm." I reasoned quietly, but she ignored me. One of the red-headed boys with a incredibly scarred face glanced at me for a moment, and the bite marks visible felt like giant neon targets on my skin as his eyes locked onto them. "Wait a second," I said as a new thought snapped into my brain, and Mrs. Weasley deflated, looking annoyed that I had interrupted the rant she had been storing. "How am I supposed to look like a Muggle when I have a giant bite mark on my neck?" Mrs. Weasley's angry face fell away and she looked at me with that stupid pity that made my blood boil.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Kingsley said in his reassuring voice, and Lupin suddenly unbuttoning his shirt made my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. When he took off his wrinkled and faded dress shirt, I was surprised to see that he was pretty muscular, and a huge bite started on one side of his shoulder and went onto his back. It definitely wasn't human, he must have been bitten by an actual wolf.

"They aren't that hard to hide. The major problem you'll have is hiding the one on your neck." Lupin said in a business like tone as he shrugged back into his shirt and buttoned it up briskly. "Now," he said, either pushing through the shocked silence or ignoring it, "how do you feel?"

"Like I was run over with a car," I admitted. My whole body still ached and I was becoming more and more uncomfortably aware that I was half-naked. I still had on my paint-splattered jeans, but they had just taken off my shirt to treat the wounds.

"I'll get you a shirt and some strong tea, dear." Mrs. Weasley said instantly, again as if she had read my mind. She swept out, and most of the wizards and witches in the room left, except for Lupin, Madam Pompfrey, a woman with shockingly pink hair and the group of teens who had been listening at the door.

"I guess I should introduce all of these people to you, now that your stay has been extended." Hermione said quickly before an awkward silence could grow. "This may be hard to remember, but I'm going to start with our massive amount of red-heads." She grinned at the large mass as all the siblings grinned back. "Ok, the man standing next to his wife with the blond hair is Bill, the oldest Weasley kid. His wife's name is Fleur." Hermione said, and I gave him a little nod as he waved awkwardly. "The short guy with the burns is Charlie, the second oldest." Hermione said, and he snorted indignantly.

"I am not short. All my brothers and sisters are just freakishly tall." He looked so stubborn about it, that I felt a smile starting to rise to my face, so I quickly looked at Hermione, to hide it. Hermione rolled her eyes and continued.

"The twin duo over there is Fred and George. Don't ask me to tell you which on is which, I don't think that they even know." Hermione squinted at one of them as they cracked identical evil grins. "I think maybe the one on the…left is George. Can't be sure though."

"Excellent, Hermione, we've taught you well." Said the one who might be George. "But to be nice about it, I'm actually Fred. That's George." Fred pointed to his brother, who took a ridiculous bow.

"Moving on…tall kid with the freckly nose is Ron." Hermione said, and Ron rolled his eyes as the kid with the black hair next to him sniggered at his description, earning him a smack.

"You realize that the description you gave her could fit any of us?" He asked, gesturing around at his siblings, and I realized that he was right. Hermione glared at him.

"Thank you for totally ruining your introduction. Anyway, the gorgeous redhead next to Ron is Ginny." Ginny smiled brilliantly at me, and my timid smile felt weak in comparison. "And last but not least, the absolute nerd in the glasses is Harry." Hermione teased, and Harry frowned at her. His eyes were incredibly green, and it looked like he had a scar on his forehead.

"Are you making fun of my glasses, Hermione? Really?" He challenged her in a bored tone, like he had been doing it for his whole life. Hermione laughed out loud.

"He's just sensitive about them." She stage whispered to me, and I sat there, totally nonplussed as Harry glared fiercely at her.

"Ahem." Said the woman with the pink hair, and Hermione brightened.

"Sorry about that, Jenny, this is Nymphadora Tonks. Of course, if you don't call her Tonks, she'll hex you into the next century. " Hermione added quickly as Tonks glared at her.

"Damn straight. You try being called Nymphadora." She sounded wearily defensive. Mrs. Weasley came in and shooed everyone out, handing me a plain blue tanktop and setting a steaming cup next to me. Folded up neatly inside the shirt was my bra, and I couldn't help but flush fiercely when I had to ask for help. But Mrs. Weasley surprised me, she was almost better than my own mother about the whole thing, and then she helped me painfully pull on the top. She called Hermione, Madam Pompfrey and Lupin back inside, then left, handing me the steaming mug. I raised my eyebrows as I looked down into the tea to find it a hideous fluorescent orange.

"It looks disgusting, but it helps with the stiffness." Lupin said as he settled himself down in his chair. I took a sip and had to clap a hand to my mouth. It tasted as disgusting as it looked.

"God, that's potent." I muttered, but took another sip without making a face as Hermione started to look worried. I didn't want her to beat herself up anymore than she already had. Lupin had his pity face on again, which made me want to smack the crap out of him. I was going to get better, work out and practice, and be the best goddamn spy I could possibly be; I didn't need his pity, and most of all, I didn't need his help.