Scream
We've all had a time where we've lost control
We've all had our time to grow
I'm hoping I'm wrong but I know I'm right
I'll hunt again one night
Jenny
5/1/11
5:12 p.m.
At Tonks' words, everyone had spread out through the house, rounding up things we would need, in case there really was a fight. Brain and I were loaded with any and every weapon we had, and thanks to a great Transfiguration spell I learned quickly, lots of ammo. The spell increased whatever we had left, so essentially, we would never run out.
We spent the rest of the day in tense silence, especially Lupin and I. This new threat of a fight couldn't have come at a worse time. If either of us were exposed to a shred of moonlight, we would lose our ability to carry a wand or a weapon, and we'd have to fight as werewolves. Werewolves were seen as dark creatures, so the people we were fighting with would probably turn against us.
"Oh!" Luna said suddenly, standing up from her chair in the living room and fishing in her pocket, and pulling out a Galleon. She scrutinized it closely as we all stared at her. "When I was taking Defense Against the Dark Arts in my fifth year from Harry, Hermione made these Galleons to tell us whenever there was a meeting." She held up the coin, and I could see burned into it in black writing was the word 'Hogwarts.'
"But how are we going to get in? It's not like we can just Apparate into Hogsmade." Draco asked, and Luna flipped the coin. In the same black writing were the words 'The Hogs Head.'
"Well, that settles it. Draco, you take Brian and Jenny. Everyone else will Apparate on their own." Tonks decided after a moment of us staring at Luna. Draco linked arms with me, then touched Brian's shoulder. With a pop, we reappeared in a dingy and grey bar. I started as an old man with a large white beard came down the stairs.
"For the Resistance, then?" He asked gruffly, and as he stepped further into the light, I noticed he had intense blue eyes…
"Are you Aberforth?" I asked in surprise, and he turned a critical eye on me, then his face hardened over.
"Yes, Missy, I am. And who might you be?" He snapped. I stepped closer and looked him dead in the eye, and he seemed to stiffen.
"Technically, I'm Jennifer Lillian Quinty. But my Muggle parents are dead, so I'm currently Jenny Lillian, and I'm staying with Remus Lupin." I looked at him closer yet as Lupin, and Tonks Apparated into the bar.
"Jennifer Quinty? The crazy Muggle who's been killing Death Eaters?" He growled, and it was my turn to stiffen.
"Someone needed to do it, and considering they hurt all me, all of my friends, and murdered my Muggle family and friends, it seemed pretty logical, don't you think?" I snapped. "Now, I'm going to make this short," I continued, as everyone else Apparated from Shell Cottage into his bar, "Did you give a child up for adoption?" He looked at me, and then started laughing.
"Merlin's Beard, me, give up a child…" He chuckled, wiping at his eyes.
"So you're not her father?" Tonks threw in, catching on to the conversation. Aberforth turned an interesting purple color.
"Her father?"
"Never mind, there isn't anytime to waste. Jenny, we can figure this out later. For now, we need to get into the castle." Lupin said, peering out the window. Figuring that he was looking for the moon, I walked upstairs after Tonks, mind spinning again. Could I honestly be Albus Dumbledore's daughter? Spawn of the greatest wizard of all time?
The passage to the castle was short but sweet, and I found myself climbing into a room full of people, who were all talking in low voices, creating a type of hum around us. Luna grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a group of students. "Luna!" One of them asked in surprise, and then she was hugging everyone in the little group. When they noticed me, they all seemed to shrink back a little.
"This," Luna gestured to me dramatically, "Is Jenny. She saved my life."
"A pleasure," I said kindly, staying where I was, realizing that I probably looked quite intimidating. I knew that I must be featured in the Prophet as an Undesirable, and they must have heard of my murders. Also, I just so happened to be covered in artillery.
"Did you really kill all those Death Eaters?" A blond girl with a pudgy face asked anxiously.
"I'm not proud of it, nor am I torn up about it, but yes, I did. I had some help, I didn't kill all of them personally, but I'm the reason they are dead." I said flatly, and the little crowd seemed to shrink back further.
"So everything about you is true? You're a werewolf?" The girl whispered almost fearfully.
"Of course she's a bloody werewolf, isn't she, Fred?" I whipped around to see the twins standing there, the Weasley's a few ways off greeting the Order. I felt a huge grin stretch over my face, and I ran over and hugged both of them.
"Fred, George! How is everyone?" I asked, ignoring the crowd of people Luna was trying to reassure.
"Great, actually. We listen to Potterwatch! everyday." Fred said casually, and I heard a gasp from the pudgy girl.
"She does Potterwatch!" Furious whispers broke out, but I grimaced at Luna, who shrugged at me, and I turned back to the twins.
"And how have they handled my, um, little spree lately?" I asked, and they seemed to frown simultaneously.
"I don't mean to be rude, but none of us can really believe it, even though we know it's you. You are covered in those gun things, yeah, but it just seems so out of character for you." George said, and I laughed. Suddenly, the room got very quiet, and as I looked up, I saw Harry on the steps, and Lupin was talking with him.
"We're fighting." I heard him say, and the crowd around us roared, racing for the steps he was on. The room emptied within a minute or two, leaving only the Weasley's, Lupin, Draco, Brian, Harry, Bill and Fleur, and myself. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were shouting at each other.
"You're underage!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at Ginny. "I won't permit it! The boys, yes, but you, you've got to go home!"
"I won't!" Ginny yelled back, her hair flying as she pulled her arm away from her mother.
"You're sixteen, you're not old enough!"
"Technically, I'm not either, Mrs. Weasley." I said quietly, and she whirled, and stared at me as if she hadn't seen anything like me. "And Ginny can-" she cut me off by wrapping me in a huge hug.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here either." She croaked finally, patting my shoulders obsessively, her eyes raking over my body, the weapons, and finally came to rest on my eyes. "I'm so sorry Jenny, for your family, your friends." She continued before I could defend myself, and I looked at the floor.
"What happened to them? What happened to you, Jenny?" Harry asked curiously, and I turned to face him instead of Mrs. Weasley.
"The Death Eaters hunted them down and killed all of them except Brian here," I gestured to him, "so I've been…I've been hunting down as many Death Eaters I can get my hands on and killing them the good old fashioned Muggle way. That's what all of these are for." I unhooked a pistol from around my boot and continued. "And what do you mean, what's happened to me?"
"You look, well, um-" Harry started, but the man I recognized faintly from the Ministry, the one that caused so much tension with Mr. Weasley in the lift stumbled through the portrait hole from Aberforth's pub. In the awkward silence that started to build between them, I shook my head slightly to clear it. Thinking about Aberforth made me wonder about my biological parents, and therefore, the wand that seemed to burning in my sleeve. I could use it now, if I really needed too.
"Um, Lupin, do you have a picture of Teddy? To show Harry?" I asked quickly, and Lupin started, then reached into his jacket, loudly proclaiming into the silence about how he was at Tonks' mom's place.
"Hey, you ok?" Draco whispered in my ear from behind as The Weasley's made up.
"I feel a little psychotic. I feel like a murderer." I said truthfully, and I saw Harry glance over, and then tug on Lupin's sleeve.
"Can you feel bad enough to regret it?" He whispered, and I shook my head. He came around to face me. "It'll be alright, Jenny, you know it will." He said earnestly, and I nodded halfheartedly, looking off into the distance as Draco kissed my forehead.
Harry
5/1/11
6:02 p.m.
"Lupin, what happened?" I asked him in an undertone, glancing at Jenny. Draco was talking to her seriously, but she looked even more distant then when I had first seen her. She was paler than when I had seen her after the Manor incident, and thinner too. Her eyes, which used to be full of life, and the emotion she was feeling at the moment were cold and hard all the time; lacking happiness.
Lupin sighed. "I wish I could tell you. When we told her what had happened to her family…I think it was the last straw. We didn't hear from her or Draco for awhile, until the Quibbler and eventually the Prophet started reporting Death Eater murders." He sighed again and glanced at Jenny as she nodded into the distance. Her eyes looked wet. Draco kissed her forehead as Lupin continued. "She misses them all so much, especially the life she once had. With every kill, it reminds her more of them every day."
"She looks broken." I said without thinking, but Lupin nodded grimly.
"That's why Tonks and I are going to adopt her. We have the papers all ready. Once the Ministry is restored, and if they don't prosecute her for being a Muggle," he paused for a moment, like he wanted to say something, but continued, "we want to adopt her. She just needs what she's been missing for all this time- consistent love, safety and happiness."