Title: Jade Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Author: Queen Serenity
Fandom: Harry Potter
Chapter: Sixteen – Be True To Yourself
As Jade sauntered into the room, she smirked at Quirrell, betraying nothing but curiosity and confidence. "With Dumbledore gone, I knew you'd be here."
It was Quirrell, alright. Only it wasn't the nervous, twitching Quirrell that everyone always saw… this was a Quirrell who was sure of himself, who was cunning and devious, not a pinch of nervousness about him.
Quirrell smiled. "I was wondering whether you'd be here, Potter… How did you know it was me?"
Jade shrugged nonchalantly. "I just put the puzzle together. First of all, a certain friend gave me a warning before I even came to this school… Beware the professor who is not as it seems."
Quirrell narrowed his eyes. "One would think that it would be Severus that you would suspect."
Jade shook her head. "That's what my friends thought. But, honestly, I had no real reason to suspect Snape… "
Quirrell sneered. "You seem so sure. Trust me, dear girl, there are things about Snape that if you knew them, you would never be able to see him as anything but a monster."
Jade shrugged. "Bad people often give me bad feelings. He gave me none. From the first time I saw you, I didn't like you. Another reason is because I saw your little jinx at the Quidditch game… most likely you assumed that because it was Snape's gift you did it to, then I would assume it was him that did it if I survived. But no, I know he was trying to save me. There was the troll, which you seemed to be afraid of… I knew that they were about the only thing that you are good at taking out, so I knew that the fear had to be false. There were many other pieces to the puzzle I saw… and they led me to a conclusion."
"You're serving Voldemort and helping him to attempt to return to power."
Quirrell's eyes narrowed and he smirked evilly. "You are clever and very perceptive, Potter. I almost find it to be a pity that I'm going to kill you shortly."
Quirrell snapped his fingers, and ropes sprang out of thin air to wrap themselves tightly around Jade.
"Now wait quietly, Potter. I need to examine this interesting mirror."
Jade saw that behind Quirrell was the Mirror of Erised.
"This mirror is the key to getting the stone," he muttered, tapping his way around the frame. "Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this . . . But he's in London . . . I'll be far away by the time he gets back."
She knew she should be terrified, but, for some reason, it was as though Jade was numb to her fear… all she felt was something like something powerful running through her veins, steeling her resolve, making her feel bigger, stronger, and older than she was. The image she'd seen in the mirror of the Jade-but-not-Jade flashed in her mind. It was like she was her. Like the not-Jade, she smirked. "Keep telling yourself that, Quirrell. He'll be back before you know it, and then where will you run? Where will you hide, Quirrell?"
"Quiet!" Quirrell growled. He came back out from behind the mirror and stared into it angrily. "I see the Stone . . . I'm presenting it to my master . . . but where is it?"
"Most likely where you can never get to it," Jade said nastily. "You didn't think Dumbledore would make it easy, did you? Honestly, if you're stupid enough to throw away your life to serve a fallen dark wizard, then there's no way you'd be able to solve this riddle."
Fury on his face, Quirrell left the mirror and strode over to her and spoke, his face inches from hers. "Foolish girl. Why keep up the pretenses of bravery when you know you are to die?"
With Quirrell so close, Jade could get a good whiff of that funky smell coming off of his turban. A quick pain shot through her scar, causing her to close her eyes in pain for a moment. When her eyes opened again, there was a trace of fear in them.
She knew. Oh, God, she knew what was under that stinky turban . . . She didn't know how it had got there, but . . .
"Your Dark Lord . . . he's here with you, isn't he?"
At this, Quirrell looked like the nervous Quirrell for a moment again. "My master is with me wherever I go," he said quietly. "I met him when I traveled around the world. A foolish young man I was then, full of ridiculous ideas about good and evil. Lord Voldemort showed me how wrong I was. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it . . . Since then, I have served him faithfully, although I have let him down many times. He has had to be very hard on me." He shivered suddenly. "He does not forgive mistakes easily. When I failed to steal the stone from Gringotts, he was most displeased. He punished me . . . decided he would have to keep a closer watch on me . . ."
Jade! What is going on? Are you alright? Solluna's worried voice sounded in her mind.
Jade watched Quirrell return to further examine the mirror. …For now. Solluna, I know you don't talk to people, but if I don't make it out of here, do me a favor please and tell my friends goodbye and my family that I love them.
Jade, what are you talking about?! Why do you think you might not make it? I cannot shadow-dive to help you, I have to have been to my destination, and I have never been in there.
. . . It is alright, Solluna . . . I wouldn't want you in here, anyway. . . he's here.
Quirrell's voice sounded out, cursing under his breath, distracting Jade from what Solluna said next. "I don't understand . . . is the Stone inside the mirror? Should I break it?"
Jade closed her eyes, concentrating. What I desire most right now is to find the Stone before Quirrell does, so that I might prevent it from getting to Voldemort. So if I look in the mirror, I'll see myself finding it, and see where it's hidden!
"What does this mirror do? How does it work? Help me, Master!" Quirrell sounded pleading.
And then Jade heard his voice, coming from the turban. "Use the girl . . . Use the girl . . ."
Quirrell turned to look at Jade.
"Yes, Potter, come here." He clapped his hands, and the ropes binding Jade fell off.
"Come here," Quirrell repeated. "Look in this mirror and tell me what you see."
Jade's first instinct was to rebel, to say 'or what', since he had already told her she was to die. However, she knew she had to get the Stone, so . . .
She walked, holding her head high and showing no fear, over to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised. She closed her eyes, thinking . . .
…Beware the professor who is not as it seems…
Quirrell, not the nervous, twitching coward he seemed.
…Beware the weakened but hidden being…
Voldemort, weakened and hidden beneath Quirrell's turban.
…With true friends by your side, you'll have nothing to fear…
Her friends all helping her. Ron, Hermione, and Solluna.
…If you're true to your nature when in front of the mirror…
She opened her eyes, focusing her eyes on her reflection.
The same her she saw before stared back at her, the one whose strength she could feel in her even now. The reflection smirked, and pulled a blood-red stone out of its pocket. It winked and put the stone back in its pocket . . . and when it did so, Jade felt the weight of something drop into her real pocket.
She had the Stone.
"Well?" said Quirrell impatiently. "What do you see?"
Jade schooled her features into a look of shock, hoping she looked believable. "I . . . I see my mum and dad. They're smiling, and crying, and waving at me." She looked around left and right quickly, as if looking for them. "Where are they? It looks like they're behind me . . ."
Qurrell cursed again. "Get out of the way!" As Jade moved aside, she felt the Sorcerer's Stone against her leg. Should she try to get away? Was there any chance that she would make it?
No way. But maybe . . .
She moved a few of steps behind Quirrell and reached for her wand . . .
Her hand froze, though, when she heard the voice again.
"She lies . . . She lies . . ."
"Potter, come back here!" Quirrell shouted. "Tell me the truth! What did you just see?"
The voice spoke again, a sibilant whisper that dragged out the s sounds. "Let me speak with her . . . face-to-face . . ."
"Master, you are not strong enough!"
"I have strength enough . . . for this . . ."
Jade felt as though she'd been turned to stone. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything because of the fear thrumming through her veins as she watched Quirrell reach up and begin to unwrap his turban.
Then he turned.
On the back of Quirrell's head was the most terrible face Jade had ever seen, chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for a nose, like a snake.
"Jade Potter . . ." it whispered, its voice clearer now.
Somehow, Jade found her breath, but when she spoke, it was barely even a whisper. ". . . Voldemort . . ." She tried to reach for her wand, but her arm wouldn't cooperate.
"See what I have become?" the face said. "Mere shadow and vapor . . . I have form only when I can share another's body . . . but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds . . . Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks . . . you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest . . . and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own . . . Now . . . why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"
Oh, bloody hell. Suddenly, Jade could move again. She stumbled backward. She couldn't let him get the Stone, she couldn't let him return to power! She'd read about the things he'd done, and she wasn't about to let them happen again.
"Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me . . . or you'll meet the same end as your parents . . . They died begging me for mercy . . ."
Suddenly, Jade felt a sort of inner calm. It was as though she was watching the situation from another point of view, and none of this was affecting her. "I'm not being a fool," she said calmly. "I'd be a fool to believe you . . . and I'd be a fool to join you. I mean, look at you," she smirked. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
Quirrell was walking backwards towards her now. Voldemort was now smiling, ignoring her scathing words. "How touching . . ." it hissed. "I always value bravery . . . Yes, girl, your parents were brave . . . I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight . . . but your mother needn't have died . . . she was trying to protect you . . . Now, give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."
Jade smiled. "Actually . . . I do have something to give you . . ." She flipped him the middle finger. "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"
She dashed towards the flame door.
"SEIZE HER!" Voldemort screamed in fury, and in the next second, Jade felt Quirrell's hand close on her wrist. Before she knew it, a needle-sharp pain seared across Jade's scar; her head felt as though it was about to split in two, and she almost wished it would, if it would make the pain stop; she shrieked, struggling with all her might, and was surprised when Quirrell let go of her. She whirled wildly to see where Quirrell had gone and saw him hunched on the floor, looking at his fingers, which were blistering right before his eyes.
"Seize her! SEIZE HER!" shrieked Voldemort again, and Quirrell lunged, knocking Jade off her feet, landing on top of her, both hands around Jade's neck – Jade's scar was almost blinding her with the pain, and yet she could see and hear Quirrell howling in agony.
"Master, I cannot hold her – my hands – my hands!"
And Quirrell, though pinning Jade to the ground with his knees, let go of her neck and stared, bewildered, at his own palms – Jade could see that they looked burned, raw, red, and shiny.
"Then kill her, fool, and be done!" screeched Voldemort.
Quirrell raised his wand to perform the deadly curse, most likely the same one which Voldemort had tried to kill her with so many years ago, but Jade, by instinct, reached up and grabbed Quirrell's face.
Quirrell rolled off her, his face blistering, too, and then Jade knew; Quirrell couldn't touch her bare skin, not without suffering terrible pain – her only chance was to use this to her advantage, causing Quirrell enough pain to prevent him from cursing her.
Jade jumped to her feet, and caught Quirrell by the arm, hanging on with all her might, and with her other hand she grasped for his eyes. Quirrell screamed and screamed and tried to throw Jade off – the pain in Jade's head was building – she could see naught but red agony – she could only hear Quirrell's deafening shrieks, and Voldemort's yells of "KILL HER! KILL HER!" and other voices, one in Jade's mind, crying out her name over and over.
She felt Quirrell leave her grasp, and knew all was lost as she fell down into the dark abyss calling to her . . . down . . .
Something golden was glittering above Jade. Her Snitch! She tried to catch it, but her arms wouldn't cooperate; they were simply too heavy.
She blinked in confusion. It wasn't her Snitch at all, it was a pair of glasses. How strange.
She blinked again. The smiling face of Albus Dumbledore swam into view above her.
"Good afternoon, Jade," he said, his eyes twinkling.
Jade stared at him, not speaking for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "Does he have the Stone?" she asked quietly. She looked left and right and saw that she was in the hospital wing, a table next to her piled high with tons and tons of candy and what looked like get-well cards.
"He doesn't, thanks to you, Jade. I'll explain what happened," he gestured at the candy, and changed the subject. "Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming at her. "What happened in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it."
"How long have I been in here?"
"Three days. Mr. Ronald Weasley, Miss Turpin, and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried. As has Mr. Malfoy, who has tried repeatedly to get in here to see you . . . as I recall, he said to Madam Pomfrey, 'Do you have any idea who my father is? If you don't let me through, it could cost you your job.'"
It is true. Professor Snape ended up dragging him off.
Surprised, Jade looked down to beside her bed to see Solluna staring at her. I was worried, Jade.
Jade smiled gently at the werecat. I apologize for worrying you and trying to save the world, my friend. There was humor in the thought.
Dumbledore smiled as he looked at the werecat. "Madam Pomfrey had a fit about your companion here. At first, she refused to let her in, but, every time she threw her out, Solluna kept using her shadow-diving to get back in. She finally had to give up."
"And the Stone?"
"I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. As I said, Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say."
"You got Lisa's owl?"
"We must have crossed in midair. No sooner had I reached London that it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I just left. I arrived in time to pull Quirrell off of you–"
"It was you."
"I feared I might be too late."
"You nearly were. I'm sorry, Sir, but I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer–"
"Not the Stone, dear girl, you – the effort involved nearly killed you. For one terrible moment there, I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed."
"Destroyed?" Jade was startled. "But… what about Nicolas Flamel and his wife?"
"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" asked Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. "You truly are your mother's daughter, so thorough in your research. Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat, and agreed it's all for the best."
"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"
"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die." Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement of Jade's face. "To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was not really such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all – the trouble is, most humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them."
Jade lay there, absorbing Dumbledore's words. She supposed that he was right; many people could see death that way.
"Sir?" Jade asked quietly. "He's not gone for good, is he? Voldemort."
"No, Jade he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share . . . not being truly alive, he cannot be killed. He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. Nevertheless, Jade, while you may only have delayed his return to power, it will merely take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems to be a losing battle next time – and if he is delayed again, and again, why, he may never return to power."
Jade started to nod, but stopped because of the pain it caused in her head. "Sir, there some things I want to know about . . . things I want to hear the truth about, if you would . . ."
"The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie."
"The first thing is this. Voldemort told me that he only killed my mother because she tried to protect me from him . . . But why was he trying to kill me in the first place? Is there something more to me that I don't know?"
Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time. "Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day . . . put it from your mind for now, Jade. When you are older . . . I know you hate to hear this . . . when you are ready, you will know."
Jade knew it would be no good to argue . . . but, for some reason, those words struck an ominous feeling deep within her. What was there that she didn't know? She asked her next question. "Fair enough. But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"
"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign . . . to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed, and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."
Jade's eyes teared up as she thought of the sacrifice her mother had made for her . . . when she had found her voice again, she spoke. "The invisibility cloak . . . you sent it, didn't you, Professor?"
Dumbledore nodded. "How did you know?"
Jade shot him a weak grin. "Your handwriting. I thought it looked familiar, and I still had the letter from you after I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter. Same handwriting."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "You father happened to leave it in my possession, and I thought you might like it. Useful things . . . your father mainly used it for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here."
Jade giggled slightly at this. Actually, that wouldn't be a bad idea . . . "I have another question . . ."
"Quirrell said that there were things about Professor Snape that, if I knew them, I would think of him as a monster. He seemed to think I shouldn't trust Professor Snape. Do you know what he meant?"
Dumbledore's face was grave. "There are many secrets which the Potions professor has, but they are his to keep and his to tell. However, I can tell you one thing . . ."
"If you looked like your father, and acted more like him, then Professor Snape would most likely have acted rather . . . bitter towards you. Luckily, though, traces of your father are barely visible in you . . . you are more your mother, but, most of all, you are your own person. You are Jade."
"Why would Professor Snape have acted like that to me if I was like my father?"
"Because then it would have been like being around your father all over again. Severus and your father, James, detested each other. They were rivals in school, rather like yourself and Miss Parkinson. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."
"He saved his life."
Jade narrowed her eyes, thinking. "He hated him for that . . . because it hurt his pride. Being saved is bad enough, but being saved by your enemy? Total humiliation in owing someone you hate a debt like that."
Dumbledore nodded. "And it was a debt he could never repay, since James died. However, I would daresay he may feel he has repaid it at least in part, if nothing else, since he saved you."
"I have just one last question."
"Just the one?"
"How did I get the Stone out of the mirror?"
"Ah, now, I'm glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wants to find the Stone – find it, but not use it – would be able to get it, otherwise, they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes . . . Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them – but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?"
He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked. "Alas! Ear wax!"
Jade giggled and asked him to pass her one of the blood-flavored lollipops.
As she sucked on it, Dumbledore chuckled. "I must say, you have rather unusual tastes, my dear girl."
Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was a nice woman, but very strict.
"Just five minutes," Jade pleaded.
Jade frowned. "I don't mean to be rude, Madam Pomfrey, but if you don't let my friends in here to see me, then I'll march out there to see them, and since you don't want me getting up, I don't think it'd be wise. I can't rest if I know my friends are wanting to see me." She gave her best innocent puppy-dog-eyes look that most adults melted instantly for. "Please, Madam Pomfrey? Look, I'm resting like you want, lying down and everything. Come on . . ."
No adult could stand up to The Look. "Oh, very well," Madam Pomfrey said. "But just five minutes."
Hermione, Ron, and Lisa all came in. They chattered about how they had been so worried, and asked her what really happened.
So she told them.
When Jade got to the part where she had basically given the fallen Dark Lord the finger, all three gasped in shock.
Ron was white. "You have got to be kidding!"
Lisa was next. "You're telling us you gave He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named the BIRD!"
Then Hermione. "Blimey, Jade, you're absolutely mad!"
Jade shrugged, blushing. She then proceeded to tell them about how the Stone was gone now, and how Nicolas and his wife would die and stuff, and what Dumbledore had said.
Then they told Jade what had happened to them while she confronted Quirrell, and how Dumbledore knew as soon as he arrived that Jade had went after Quirrell.
Jade reflected quietly on how she thought Dumbledore knew a lot more that was going on then he let on, but didn't mention this to her friends. She smirked. "See, I tried to tell you guys so many times that the one after the Stone wasn't Snape. It wasn't until the end that I figured out that it was Quirrell, but by then I figured you guys wouldn't have believed me."
"Yeah," Hermione admitted. "You're probably right."
"I still say he's an evil git, though," Ron said. "Anyway, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course. By the way, your house's team steamrollered mine in the last Quidditch match. Still, the food'll be good."
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey bustled over and ushered them out, saying they'd been there long enough.
The next day, Jade felt nearly herself once more.
To Madam Pomfrey's disapproval, she was to be allowed to attend the end-of-year feast.
When she first awoke, she found herself with a visitor. Professor Snape leaned against the wall opposite her bed, obviously having been waiting for her to wake up.
The look he was giving her was one of disapproval. "I see you're almost better, Miss Potter."
Jade nodded. "Yes, sir. I'm going to the feast today."
Now the look was what could appropriately be called a glaring look of death. "Tell me, Miss Potter, what on earth compelled you to go after Quirrell yourself? Honestly, rushing into things without thinking? That's what James Potter would have done. I had thought you were more intelligent than that."
Jade looked him in the eyes from where she lay on the bed. "I was thinking. I was thinking of how adults often don't believe children until it's too late. I was thinking of how if Voldemort (Snape flinched slightly here) returned to power, then there would be another war. I was thinking of how, if I could just hold him off long enough for Dumbledore to arrive and stop him, it didn't matter if I died. It wasn't really my choice, when it came right down to it . . . this was a battle I had to fight, so to speak."
Snape sighed. "Foolish girl. Of course it would matter if you died. Your dear mother died to save you . . . Did you want her sacrifice to be for naught?"
Jade swallowed the lump in her throat and broke the stare, staring down at her hands. "I'm not saying I liked doing it. I'm just saying that I had to do it."
Even as she stared at her hands, Jade could feel Snape's dark eyes on her as he spoke. "Right there, you sounded much like your mother. Just remember, Miss Potter, that it is always your choice. Always."
Then there was the sound of robes swishing, and he left.
Later, as she was about to leave the Infirmary, Madam Pomfrey told her she had another visitor. It turned out to be Hagrid.
The big man blamed himself for Jade almost dying, and it took much convincing that it wasn't his fault.
"Yeh could've died!" he sobbed. "An' don' say the name!"
"VOLDEMORT! Voldemort, Voldemort, VOLDEMORT! I've met him, face-to-face, and I've even given him the finger. I'm calling him by his name."
She continued to try to get the big man to cheer up. He ended up giving her a present, one she greatly appreciated. It was a book of photos with tons of wizard pictures of her parents.
Jade smiled and thanked Hagrid for it. It was a wonderful gift she would treasure forever.
At the feast, things didn't turn out quite as planned.
Dumbledore awarded Ron fifty points for the best played chess game Hogwarts had seen in many years.
He awarded Hermione fifty points for cool logic in a crisis.
He awarded Lisa twenty points for having the courage to get help when her friends needed it.
And lastly, he awarded Jade sixty points for what she had done.
The house of Hufflepuff was disappointed about being in last place again, but they still cheered because no house other than Gryffindor or Slytherin had won in years.
Ravenclaw was cheering and whistling, completely thrilled at having won.
Gryffindors were even cheering for the Ravenclaws . . . they personally weren't in last place anymore, and at least those nasty Slytherins hadn't won.
And as for Slytherin . . . a few of them, including Pansy and her friend Millicent, looked miserable at having lost, but most of them were just happy that the stupid Gryffindors hadn't beat them.
It was the best evening of Jade's life.
The results from the exams came back, and there was a great surprise . . . for the first time in many years, there was a tie. Hermione and Jade had tied for top of their year, Jade doing perfectly in Potions and Hermione doing perfectly in Charms.
The day it was time to go home, Jade made a trip down to the Infirmary and pleaded with Madam Pomfrey until she got the toilet seat that the Matron had confiscated, promising she wouldn't bring it back, but wanted to keep it because it was a gift.
On the way home on the train, Malfoy got Jade to come out of her car and talk with him.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "I tried to see you at the Infirmary, but that bloody woman wouldn't let me in."
Jade nodded. "I'm fine."
"Is it true about who was there?"
Again, she nodded. Draco looked thoughtful at this, and asked Jade what had happened. When he heard what she had 'given' Voldemort, his jaw dropped in shock.
Grinning, Jade hugged him. "Listen, don't forget about your promise. Don't forget to write me. Talk to you later."
Leaving Draco, jaw still dropped, she headed back to her car.
Ron asked Jade to come visit him over the summer sometime, and she agreed with a chuckle.
Pansy tried to come by once to harass Jade, but had left quickly after she'd seen Solluna.
And then they were home.
And Jade was back with her family, wondering what the summer ahead would hold for her.
READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE PLEASE!
Queen Serenity: Well, that's the end of the first story.
Now that the first story's done, I have some requests to make of you guys. One thing is this: I'd love to know your favorite, or least favorite parts. Like, for example, my two fave parts are Jade hiding behind Snape, and also when she 'gave' Voldemort something.
By the way, I put up a new HP story, Brides of Voldemort, and I'd appreciate if y'all would read it.
And now… I have a sort of commercial I put together for the original story I'm writing, Romancing the Darkness. It can be located under my Name, Queen Serenity, at Fictionpress dot com. I really need detailed reviews to it, since I hope it someday to be published. You know, specific reactions to specific things that you do and don't like.
Anyway, on to the commercial…
there is darkness. In the darkness, you hear a voice…
"Our greatest celebration is approaching… it is time to pick our chosen ones from throughout time to become the new brood…"
There is a flash, and you see the source of the voice, an ancient black dragon whose eyes seem almost to be glowing. The screen goes flashes, and the scene switches to two girls sitting at a table, talking
"My philosophy is simple. It has only two words: reality sucks."
"Why do you say that?"
"Why? I guess it's because reality has so many . . .," Jasmine gestured with her hands desperately, trying to think of a word that would describe what she meant, ". . . limitations. It's so cruel, Hannah."
The scene switches again to darkness. There is a flash of lightning, and you see an owl far away, flying through the pouring rain in your direction. Another flash, and it's closer. Next flash, it's right up in your face.
The scene is dark again, and you hear two voices, the first female, the second male.
"What in Hell do you want?"
"Not in Hell, but in this time and place…"
Now, on the dark screen, a pair of eyes appear, a male pair on top of the screen. One blue eye, one green. On the bottom, a female-looking pair of blue-green eyes appear. And, lastly, appearing between the two eyes, appears the title…
Romancing the Darkness