I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER IF I DID YOU'D BE SEEING A LOT MORE OF THE TWINS! I ONLY OWN JESSIE AND THE ORPHANAGE.

R&R!

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"Jezebel Black!"

"What!" the small 11 year old called back.

"Get your butt down here now!" The women shouted "The adopter's will be here any second!"

Jezebel groaned she hated the monthly open house at the Orphanage almost as much as she hated being called Jezebel.

"JEZEBEL!!!!!!" The women shouted.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!! AND ITS JESSIE!!" The girl replied hotly.

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Jessie watched as the adopters wandered through the large dinning hall. All of the kids were down their all 200 of them. Which meant that Jessie's chances of getting adopted were nile to zero! Especially since the only kids that the adults paid any attention to were the little ones. It didn't help of course that Jessie scared away any possible parents, she didn't want to go somewhere different! She wanted to stay with Miss. Carter at the Orphanage.

"Jezebel?" Mrs. Livingston said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Yes?" Jessie replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"This is Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins. They own Jenkins Industries."

"Gee thanks." Jessie paused grinning at the look of total terror on Mrs. Livingston's face. "I never could have figured that out on my own! Mr. Jenkins owns Jenkins Industries…Who'da thunk it!"

"Maybe we'll look at a little boy." Mrs. Jenkin's said uncomfortably.

"You cannot live here forever Jezebel! I will get you adopted out soon. Mark my word." Mrs. Livingston snarled.

"I'd like to see you try. You've been trying for 11 years and so far no luck." Jessie smiled sweetly and skipped off to find Miss. Carter.

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"Why do you have to do that Jessie?" Miss. Carter asked as they walked down the hall.

"Because Mrs. Livingston is a bloody jerk!"

"Jessie!!!"

"Well she is!"

"You must never speak of her like that again! Do you understand?"

"I guess." Jessie shrugged.

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Jessie watched from her spot on the window sill as an elderly man walked towards the Orphanage. She wondered what he wanted. Surely Mrs. Livingston wouldn't be dumping her on to another Orphanage like she had been threatening to do since Jessie was 6.

She jumped off the sill and ran to her door when she heard foot step coming up the hall.

"Jezebel?" Mrs. Livingston called.

"What." Jessie grumbled flopping on her small bed.

"A Professor Dumbledore is here to see you dear." The women said opening the door. She scoffed when she saw Jessie in her normal jeans, sneakers, and hoodie.

"Joy." Jessie muttered.

"Mrs. Livingston."

"Yes Professor?"

"I do not belief that Ms. Black likes to be called Jezebel."

Jessie smiled smugly at the look on Mrs. Livingston's face. She liked this old man. Mrs. Livingston closed the door with a loud snap.

"Soo. You're a professor? What do you teach?" Jessie said conversationally.

"Magic." Dumbledore replied.

"Magic?" Jessie repeated looking rather interested.

"Yes. I am the head master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Your pulling my leg!" Jessie scoffed.

Professor Dumbledore pulled out a thin stick of wood and gave his wrist a little flick.

"SHIT!" Jessie exclaimed jumping up as her wardrobe levitated.

At the 11 year olds word Dumbledore put the wardrobe down.

"I came here to deliver this." He handed her a thick envelope,

Jessie took it apprehensively and broke the seal.

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ALRIGHT TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! SHOULD I CONTINUE? ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO MAKE HER BETTER? I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A MARY–SUE OC!! :'(