DISCLAIMER: I do not own the HP universe/characters/anything HPrelated
CLAIMER: I do own JENNIE ANDREWS and THE PLOT
Happy reading!
7 September 13 1991
… so I'm no Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!
Otherwise, this place is so awesome, I think you'd like it as much as I do, perhaps you can come and visit me here?
Love, Harry
Jennie grinned as she put Harry's letter aside and looked at the white owl, which obviously waited for a response.
"Hi pretty girl, you did well flying all the way from Scotland," Jennie cooed and Hedwig squeaked in agreement.
Picking up her pencil, Jennie wrote a reply.
Dear Harry,
So happy that you did write me after a week, thanks little man!
Schools seems tough but I know you'll get it soon, new things are always difficult at first, but then you ease into the flow.
Quidditch seems cool for you; I'm totally scared of highs so I'll never sit on a broom! When is the first game? I'll see if I can pop by; being friends with the Headmaster must have some advantages, don't you think?
Ron seems funny; you should bring him over here so I can meet him, and that Hermione girl appears to be hiding behind books and cleverness; I really don't think you should speak ill about her, Harry it's not noble.
Hah, funny that you should ask how things are over here; dull sums it up pretty well now that you've moved to Scotland – I miss you; will you be home for Christmas holidays? If not, I'll send you gifts by owl, although I'd like to see you.
Let me know how things are and be good and stay safe – I'm skeptical of your wellbeing amongst all that magic.
Love, Jennie
She folded the paper, secured it in the envelope and tied it to Hedwig's leg, and the owl stood very still and looked oh so proud.
"Fly safely girl", said Jennie and the bird took off through the window and was soon gone in the sky.
"So… what now?" she said out loud and collapsed on the chair with a sigh. Her almost-baby boy was in another land and she had no means to reach him quickly if something happened. Jennie groaned annoyed and stared at the wall.
"I need tea and Arabella!" she decided and headed for the hall…
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"… and I know he's not mine but he feels like mine and I can't do anything!" wailed Jennie forty minutes and three cups of tea later in Arabella Figg's kitchen.
The old lady smiled kindly and poured Jennie her fourth cup of tea.
"Of course he does honey! You have practically been in mom's place for him! It is perfectly normal to feel torn about him being in Scotland. Now, drink this and write and ask Albus if you can watch Harry's first Quidditch game."
"Thanks Arabella… I totally need advice here… Hi sweetie!"
She bent down and scratched one of Arabella's cats beneath fluffy ear and the cat purred and buffed her hand as if to say 'don't be sad'.
"Jennie darling, you must understand that as watchers you and I cannot be too involved", said Arabella in a very stern voice, and Jennie snorted.
"Too late for me I'm afraid, why do you say this to me now?"
"I received a letter", answered Arabella and Jennie saw the unhappy glint in the other woman's eyes as she handed her a scroll of parchment.
Arabella,
I hope to find you well and healthy and in perfect state for the new orders I have.
As watchers, I made it clear that you and Jennie Andrews are to help and guide Harry Potter – not to interfere with his staying at his relative's. The enchantments I placed upon the Durlsey residence will cease to exist if Harry no longer feels the place is his home; it is of most importance that you alert Jennie to this and have her withdrawn from the boy, or else everything will be in vain.
Your most sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Jennie re-read the words slowly, took the message in and let out a stream of curses that made the cats hiss and Arabella chuckle angrily.
"Out with it dear, I reacted the same."
"I will not withdraw! Hell, Harry does see the Durlsey house as his home, he has told me, and he knows he has too, so what is the old man's problem? He is afraid that we will tell Harry about everything we hear, and in doing so influence him more than Albus, oh God the man is… I can't find a word good enough!"
Jennie glared at the letter, wishing it to just burn up so she didn't have to see it. It didn't catch fire; it lay on the table looking oh so smug, the words dancing on the parchment.
"Really, he's what one hundred and something, and he's afraid that we'll have more place in Harry life than he? I wish I knew what Albus Manipulate Dumbledore is planning", Jennie went on and drained her tea, her movements harsh and erratic.
"Jennie darling, you have a knack for seeing things clearly, use it well and don't tell anyone you don't trust completely about it", advised Arabella and sipped at her tea with a smirk.
They left the letter, moved in to the living room and raise their mood by playing chess for the remaining of Jennie's visit.
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"You can do it harder, y'know", Jennie moaned as Daniels tongue and teeth worked on her nipple.
He withdrew and grinned at her.
"Troubled?"
"Am I that easy to read?"
"Nah, you just like it rough when you've something on your mind", her replied cheerfully and she snorted and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Are you saying you don't like it?" she asked as they parted for air and let her hands sneak over his thighs. His grin was cute as always and he looked smug.
"'Course I like it!"
And he kissed, licked and touched her into oblivious bliss.
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Jennie sneaked out from between the sheets, made sure Daniel was still asleep, picked up her running clothes from the floor and tip toed out and down to the hall where she dressed, donned her shoes and picked up her mp3 from the small table. She'd left a note on her pillow saying that she needed to run away from stupid things.
The air was cool, and she ran down the street, out and in between the lights, as Top of the World by The Carpenters played in her ears.
A/N: Things are a bit fishy don't you think? Stay tuned for more in the next chapter =)