Pirate Blood

Chapter 12

Jesse

Disclaimer: You don't recognize them I own them. If I owned Harry Potter I would be on a cruise in Austalia with Orlando Bloom. But I am stuck in the middle of jersey.

A few days later after dinner, Chris was walking on the school grounds near the lake alone. It was really the only time she could be alone to think. She had always loved water. Maybe that was why she went down to the lake so often. She was also trying to avoid Hermione. They were kind of avoiding each other. But as she was walking she heard someone. "Christine Turner, Christine Turner." someone American was yelling.

"By the lake!" She yelled. A boy appeared in front of her. He had bleach blonde hair, with visible dark roots. He had on a leather jacket and jeans. "Can I help you?" Chris asked.

"Are you Christine Turner?" the boy asked.

"I prefer Chris. Who are you?" she asked.

"Look at my eyes."

"What?"

"Just do it." the boy said. Chris looked into the boy's eyes. They were identical to her's violet eyes. They were her eyes. Jesse's eyes.

"Jesse." she breathed.

"How have you been little sis?" he smiled.

She slapped him across the face. "Burn in hell." She ran up to the castle. -What the hell is he doing here? How did he find me? He hasn't talked to me since we were barely fifteen years old. I'm almost eighteen and now he comes. He shouldn't be here.- Chris thought.

She didn't even realize that Jesse was right behind her. He grabbed her arm. "I didn't deserve that. Kaylee, come on. I'm you're brother."

"First off, it's Chris now. Secondly, a brother is someone who cares. Someone who is there for you. Someone who doesn't leave when you need them most. You are not my brother. You are just some git that I share DNA with." Chris spat using her real accent. (A/N: British)

"Chris, then, McGonagall said that we could go to her office to talk. Come on, just talk to me. He said that we can take as long as we need." Jesse reasoned.

"Fine." Chris said using her fake accent. (A/N: American.)

They walked up to McGonagall's office, no one was there. "So, how have you been?" Jesse asked.

"Dandy, just dandy." she answered angrily.

"Can we go to our regular forms? It's easier to talk to you that way." Jesse asked.

Chris nodded. She shut her eyes. When she opened them, she was no longer a girl about 5'8 with long dark hair and a good tan. She was Kaylee, a girl around 5'9 with dark red hair, almost a scarlet color, and fair skin. Jesse changed from having bleach blonde hair with dark roots, about 6'1 and a great tan, to being 5'11, dark spiked hair with red tips and fair skin.

"So what do you want?" Kaylee asked using her real accent. (British, you know by now real accent means British and fake accent means American.)

"Well, I wanted to see how you were doing. I talked to Dad." Jesse said. (Also using his real accent.)

"You wanted to see how I was doing? Well pretty shitty actually. What did 'The Asshole of Asshole's' tell you?" Kaylee asked.

"He told me everything that had happened. Voldemort chasing you around the world. The obstacles you've overcome. But...he didn't tell me...about..." Jesse asked.

"Her name is Rachel. She is with Draco. Hermione sees her a lot. She told me that she is being treated like a princess. Why do you care?"

"Look, I know that you kinda hate me at this point–"

"Kinda?" Kaylee questioned sarcastically.

"Fine, I know you hate me at this point, but I didn't have a choice when I left. Mom made me go with her. She said that you would have wanted me to go, for my own safety. I was barely fifteen and gullible. When I turned seventeen I set out to find you. It took me almost a year but I really wanted to know how you were. I decided to go to Sparrow's Ships to see Grandfather. I ended up seeing dad and grandfather. Dad told me that you were here going by Christine Turner. I decided to enroll in Hogwarts. Look, I know these past few years have been hell for you. But I really want to help you. I am really sorry that I left." Jesse said.

Kaylee wrapped her arms around Jesse. "Thank you." she whispered. She kissed him on the cheek and said "You probably have to talk to McGonagall about your sorting and everything."

"Actually I got that all sorted out. I made Gryffindor. McGonagall said my stuff has magically been put into my dormitory. So all I have to do is walk there." Jesse said.

"Congratulations on making Gryffindor. We should probably go to the common room." she said, as they changed back to their other forms, and they left for the common room. They entered the Gryffindor common room and only Ron and Hermione were there.

"This must be new guy McGonagall said would be joining us. I'm Ron Weasley." Ron introduced himself.

"Guys, this is Jesse Turner. My brother."

Hermione looked up from her book for the first time since Chris entered. Hermione walked up to Jesse and slapped him. She ran up to her dormitory. "That's Hermione Granger. She usually isn't that mean though."

"Oh, me and Hermione have met before."

"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either?" Chris asked, smirking.

"No, I may have deserved that one." Jesse said. Jesse headed toward the girl's dormitory.

"Jesse–" Ron was cut off by Chris's hand over his mouth. Jesse looked back.

"Good luck." Chris smiled. As Jesse touched the second step he was thrown back almost all the way across the room. Chris laughed. "Oh right. Forgot to tell you that the boys aren't allowed in the girls dormitory. The girls are allowed in the boys though."

"That's not fair."

"Girls are more trustworthy than boys."

"Yeah, sure." Jesse said getting up.

"How come you never told us you had a brother, Chris?" Ron asked.

"Well I'm not to fond of the jackass." Chris said.

"Hello, I'm still right here." Jesse said, coming to sit on the red couch.

"Yeah so?"

"But I mean you never said that he was coming or anything."

"I didn't know he was coming. Okay, you know what, how about I let you save your breath? He's been in the US. He is my twin brother. He's three and a half minutes older than me. He also knew Hermione before now. I can't tell you what went on between them because I think that Hermione should. I haven't seen Jesse since I was fifteen. So I really had no way of knowing he was coming." Chris said.

"How come you haven't seen each other for three years?"

"I was with my mom. Divorced parents." Jesse said, "We have a dysfunctional family incase you hadn't noticed." Jesse added.

"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed. And to make sure Harry hasn't fallen asleep while writing an essay. Last time he did he got ink all-over his cheek it was so funny." Ron said smiling.

"It was not funny, Ron! Malfoy wouldn't shut up about it!" Harry said coming down the stairs.

"Harry this is my brother, Jesse." Chris said.

"Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." Harry said shaking his hand.

"Same here." Jesse said, "Don't even bother to tell me your friends with Harry Potter. You'd think that you hate me."

"Oh good, I got that point across." Chris said, not really sure if she was being sarcastic or not.

"So how come you never said anything about a brother, Chris?" Harry asked.

"I haven't seen him in three years. He's been in California." Chris said.

"I was living with my mom. Divorced parents." Jesse said.

"I thought you said your mum died."

"Well, to me she is."

"How can you say that? At least you had parents to raise you." Harry said.

"No, I didn't Harry. House elves and the people in my neighborhood raised me. My mother thought that I was a disgrace to the family because I'm into skateboarding, sailing, guitar, and paintball. She wanted me to be into dolls, dresses, tea parties, and pink. That's probably why she and my dad constantly went on vacation to places far, far away. So I can say that very easily considering the woman told me to my face that she hated me, thought I was a slut, and said she wished I was never born all to my face. So you know, I have to say that I really would have rather lived in a cupboard for the first eleven years of my life. That's how I can say that." Chris spat.

"Oh." Was all Harry could manage to say.

"I'm going to check and see if Hermione's okay." Chris said getting up.

"Why would Hermione not be okay?" Harry asked.

"When Jesse came in she just slapped him and ran upstairs." Ron said.

"See, things haven't changed a bit, Jesse." Chris said heading upstairs.

(A/N: So how is it that I have more reviews for a one shot that I wrote in five inutes than a story that I put a lot of my time and effort into? I mean seriously people, I need some motivation here. I know at least four people read each new chapter. Just review! It only takes a minute. It's the purple-ish button in the lower left hand corner. PLEASE REVIEW! Nikki P.S. The slapping bit was stolen from Pirate of the Carribean. So I don't own that.)