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Jane Clemmons by Quidditchandhorses

Format: Novel
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 3,603
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: General, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Fred, George, Ginny, OC

First Published: 08/21/2008
Last Chapter: 09/13/2008
Last Updated: 09/13/2008

Jane Clemmons is your average Quidditch-loving, homework-hating, Snape-despising witch. Thanks to some good friends, she manages to get through her second year at Hogwarts with some tears, some smiles, and a few more adventures than she had counted on. (Not based on DH ending)

Chapter 1: The Secret Life
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     Jane strode through the front door with a smile pasted to her face. She didn't really want to be send back inside, so she quietly shut the door behind her before making towards the backyard. Her parents both thought that she was off to see Lanie, a new friend that had just moved across the street from her at #9 Private Drive. Jane herself lived in #6, the house right next to the one that she was stealthily heading towards now. 

     Checking to see that no one was around, she made for one of the bushes that divided her house from the Dursley's. Sure enough, her Nimbus 2001 was still there from where she had left it in the early hours of the morning. She really needed to practice, for her second year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was coming up in a few months. Sneaking around the back and through the hedge, she came out in the thick forest that separated the neighborhood from the fields and trees of the next county. She stole behind the largest of the near trees and waited, checking her watch as she did so.

Jane was a few minutes early, but she was often the one that Harry was waiting on. In fact, she had been the late one for the past few months. Ever since she had seen Harry hovering under the window of his own house the previous August, they had become friends and Quidditch partners. She knew full well that he would still rather be with Ron and Hermione, both of which he talked about on a regular basis, but it was nice that they shared something in common. 

Jane Clemmons was from a muggle family, one that had no idea magic existed - at least until the letter came a year ago. It was a right surprise, though a joyous one at that. They had just moved into their new house in Surrey from Kent the week before, and Jane had been simply overjoyed, which came as a great relief to her parents. There was a lot of stress on them already, and the idea of a nine month boarding school was not a bad one, if it weren't for the fact that they wouldn't be able to see her. 

Only a few days after she had received the letter, she saw Harry outside for the fourth time that week and decided to go and take a look. She had tapped the unobservant boy on the shoulder, which caused him to whirl around, wand outstretched, in an unusual display of alarm. 

Of course, Jane had asked questions, and Harry had grudgingly given them to her. The topic of quidditch had come up, and a sort of friendship had formed. She had tried flying, a task at which she was not half-bad. They threw Dudley's golf balls back and forth once she had received a broom in Diagon Alley. Her parents had read the letter, where it stated that no broomsticks were allowed, and had immediately told her a firm no. Stubborn that Jane was, she purcharsed a broom with her own money and had kept it hidden in a variety of places since then.

In the distance, Jane saw Harry coming now with his Firebolt, giving furtive glances on either side of the house and in his own windows before coming across to the trees. Deciding that a little surprise was in order, Jane waited until Harry was nearly to the tree. A few feet away, he stopped and glanced over towards her house, where she took the opportunity to sneak up behind him.

"Aargh!" she managed to quietly shout. Harry jumped a foot, a wild expression filling his face for a fraction of a second before he realized it was her. He couldn't help but chuckle, and Jane quickly pulled the boy behind the tree. "Quiet!" she commanded him, despite the fact that she was about half his size. "You'll attract attention, and we don't want that!"

Managing to maintain a straight face, they both walked through the worn path to the large clearing that Jane had found last summer. It was huge, big enough to fit about half of the pitch in. It was also nearly a mile there, which meant that their chances of being heard were about zero, so long as they kept their voices reasonable. "You've got the balls?" she asked him, motioning to his hand.

"Do you think I'd forget them?"

Jane only gave him a withering expression and hopped on her broom. Next to her, Harry mirrored the action and they both rose several feet into the air. He tossed one of the spheres, tennis balls today, over to Jane and the other two to the ground below. 

"Here," he called, shooting off to the right. She passed it in a simple arc, and he caught it with a perfect backhand before passing it back.

This continued for another hour or so, until Jane looked at her watch and noticed it was nearly 6:00. 

"I've got to go eat soon," she said, which called their practice to an end. "Want to fly back?"

Harry agreed, and they wove their way through the trees, only managing to avoid collisions because of Harry's quick reflexes. As soon as they saw the houses, however, they both touched down for a smooth landing and walked the rest of the way. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked. Harry thought for a moment before responding. 

"How about a little earlier? That way we can practice a little longer. There's a new move I want to show you. Say, three?" Jane nodded, and they both went their separate ways.

Chapter 2: A Small Dilemma
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Life continued as it usually did in the rather stuffy neighborhood, with practices with Harry coming less frequently now that they had to get ready for the upcoming school year. It was the second week in August, and Jane had promised Margie that they could go shopping together. Margie’s owl had just come back that morning, saying that they were headed to Diagon Alley the following day. Jane cleared this idea easily with her parents, for they were excited to meet her friends from Hogwarts. “Just make sure that you two include us in the fun!” her mom had joked. Now it was nearly dark out, and Jane couldn’t wait until the next day. In her letter, Margie had rambled on about Floo Powder, which Jane had never even heard of before.  There was something about traveling through a fireplace, an idea that came across as wildly absurd. That was how Margie’s family was getting to Diagon Alley, while Jane’s was taking the Leaky Cauldron entrance that had been shown to them by a Ministry employee the year before.

Her mom was coming into her disorganized bedroom just now, and Jane turned around from her seat at the window. It was obvious that she had something to say, the way she was wringing her hands with her apron.

“Jane?” her mom asked. Looking up at her mom, her eyes filled with concern, she awaited her announcement, which she was sure wouldn’t be a good one. “I… er… we have a bit of a problem.”

“What sort of problem?”  Jane was looking a little worried herself by now, for she was nervous that this would affect her upcoming year at school.

“Well, last year your school books and robes and the like were all pretty expensive, and we did just get that new car.” She was referring to the shiny new sports car that was currently sitting under a blanket in the driveway. “I know I should have thought this out more, and at an earlier time, but your wand and robes were both really expensive, and I know how much some of those things can cost…”

Jane nearly laughed aloud at this, but she refrained particularly well upon looking at her mom’s hands. If this was the cause of her worry, she had nothing to be scared about. “Don’t worry about it, Mom. Remember all that money that we put into Gringotts last year? I didn’t take out any more than that first shopping trip, so I’ve still got around 20 galleons in there. And I haven’t grown that much, plus we got the robes a little big last time. So I don’t need new ones of those. I’ve just got a few more books I need to get, which I can get second hand, I’m sure, and a couple of things from the apothecary. And maybe a few more owl treats,” she said, looking over at Smudge. “So really, I won’t need all that much. In fact, I don’t think I’ll need any more than what I’ve already got,” she told her very relieved mother.  “Are you sure?” asked her mom, playing the part of the concerned parent very well. “I’m sure.”

Her mother left after a brief discussion on departure time tomorrow, and Jane was left to ponder about the upcoming school year. Switching from her window seat to her twin-sized bed, she slumped against the pillows and picked up the picture next to her bed. It was the only magical picture that she owned, and it was a picture of Margie, Georgia, and her on the school brooms one sunny Saturday. The picture was taken by an exuberant fourth year, who had gladly given the picture to Jane when she asked. The  They were all waving from a point about 20 feet above the ground, and each wore a smile as big as the golden hoops standing 50 feet tall behind them. Looking at the picture now, it triggered a wave of nostalgia, a feeling that she wasn’t really used to. She had written to both Margie and Georgia, her other best friend, several times during the summer, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them in person. Both of them were raised with magic, as Margie’s mother and father were both muggleborn wizards, and Georgia was a pureblood.

Rising to her feet, Jane set the picture back on her bedside table and switched off her light. As she sat in bed, she found herself reliving the ups and downs of last year, secretly hoping for some more to come her way soon. It would all start with the meeting of one friend, possibly two tomorrow, and she could feel a smile rising to her face even in the absence of company in her dark room.

12 hours was a long time to wait.

Chapter 3: A Meeting of Sorts
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Jane woke up on the morning of August 13 to the words of,  “We’re leaving in 30 minutes!” This was all that was needed to jog her memory, for she soon realized that she would be able to see Margie, and possibly Georgia, again in a few hours time. She pulled on her jeans and T-shirt, pulled back her hair, and raced downstairs before her brother and sister could wake up. Bounding down the last few steps, she came to a stop in front of the kitchen, where her mom was just taking the eggs out of the frying pan. “Smells good,” Jane said with a sniff and a smile.  

“Well, you’re sure in a good mood today. Bee in your bonnet, or something?” her mom joked, fully aware of the impatience that was hovering just below the surface. “Food’s almost ready, just grab the toast for the four of us. Your father’s already left for work, he’s on call today.” Jane knew how busy the hospital could be, and she didn’t blame him at all. “It’s too bad he won’t be able to come with us,” she simply said. Picking up the bread from the toaster oven and depositing it on four plates, she grabbed a few napkins and the silverware to set the table. It wasn’t her day to do that, but she hoped that if she pitched in a bit, things would get done faster. Christina and Daniel, her two siblings, came sleepily down the stairs just then, both of them complaining a bit.  

“Come on, it’s barely 8:00,” her sister groaned as she went to the driveway to pick up the newspaper. “And it’s a Saturday!” Daniel finished, looking rather disgruntled, though it was a common look for him. Both of her siblings were older, Christina having just turned 16 a few weeks ago. Daniel was quickly approaching his 18th birthday, though he acted a lot more immature most of the time.  

“Come get your eggs, dears,” her mom said just then, and Daniel and Jane went to grab their plates. After a hurried breakfast and a few comments from her siblings (“Where’s the fire?”), Jane went upstairs to grab her bag. Into there, she tossed her robes and some of her muggle money. She had been saving up for a new radio, but she didn’t really need that now. Her wand went in next, though she knew she wasn’t really allowed to use magic. She still needed it to get into Diagon Alley. “I’m ready!” she called down the stairs from her bedroom just to the left of the landing. Her pounding footsteps shook the stairs as she ran down again, where Christina was lazily reading the paper and Daniel was flipping through channels. Both of them were going to stay home that day, while Mom took her to get her school supplies.

She helped with the clean up of breakfast, and they were finally out the door at half-past eight. “Don’t watch too much telly!” her mom called back as the door closed with a bang. “Climb in,” she said far more calmly to Jane. “You’ll have to help me with directions, I’m not quite sure how to get there.” 

About an hour later, they were just arriving into London, and Jane pointed the way to the Leaky Cauldron. “Park here,” she told her mom about a block away. “And follow me.” It was really fun to watch her mom gasp in surprise, just as she had done last year, as Jane pulled her into the bar that she couldn’t see until she got in. After a quick “No, thank you” to the bartender, she hurried them through the exit. Tapping the bricks in the order she had seen the ministry man do last year, she watched in awe as an archway formed. Her mother was even more in shock, which was clearly revealed on her visage.  

They managed to get through most of their shopping in a timely fashion, after a quick stop at Gringotts to take out most of her money. The new schoolbooks were expensive, but they managed just fine. Her mom wore a much happier expression after their last stop at the apothecary, and even agreed to some ice cream at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. They were just finishing up their cones when a hand tapped Jane’s shoulder. Whipping around and nearly losing the last few bites of her food, she smiled broadly and gave a small gasp when she saw someone behind them.  

“Margie!” she cried before being swept into bear hug. When they pulled apart, Margie held her an arm’s length away and pretended to scrutinize her. She must have passed expectations, because her friend dropped her arms after a moment and glanced over toward Mrs. Clemmons.  

“Is this your mom?” she asked before Jane could properly introduce her. Jumping in before her mom could say anything, she said, “Mom, this is my friend Margie, Margie this is my mom.” Turning towards her mom, she added, “Margie is the one who I’ve been telling you about all summer.” 

After each girl had caught up with the other, they turned down the road towards Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, with a promise to both mothers, who were happily chatting away, that they would meet them at the Leaky Cauldron in an hour. Fred and George’s shop was across from Eeylop’s Owl Emporium, next door to Flourish and Blotts. They had certainly picked their spot well, for the crowds milled about that area from dawn to dusk. Swapping grins, they stepped inside of the crowded store.

This was Jane’s first time to actually enter into the store, for they hadn’t had enough time last year. Margie proudly sported their latest Skiving Snackboxes, which she had already packed into her school bag. She wasn’t so certain about Georgia, but she felt certain that if she knew about Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, she would be right on top of it.

Jane gaped at the huge array of objects in the store, crammed into every little crook and nanny that the store offered. She wasn’t certain, but she thought that the interior was larger than the outside, though she didn’t ponder on the idea. Looking to her left, she saw rows of Tongue-Twisting Taffies and Nosebleed Nougats, both underneath a large sign that read “For Friends and Enemies alike.” Underneath those were the brightest colors that Jane had ever seen, and the blobs bore the name of “Instant Metamorphagus! Change your hair to neon in three seconds!” She began to laugh aloud at some of the ideas that the Weasley twins had come up with, the least of them including “Knock Out Powder” and “Invisi-gloves,” which bore delusion charms. There were several of these invisible products, such as scarves that caused your neck to disappear, and masks that had two spots for eyes. Jane laughed as a girl tried on the bracelets, causing her arm to appear disconnected into three hovering parts.

“Hey Jane, look at these,” Margie called, motioning her over to a small box. Inside it was an object that looked like a simple chocolate bar. Jane frowned, wondering what she was supposed to be looking at. Before her eyes, however, the chocolate bar dissolved into hundreds of little brown beetles that began to scurry around in their container before coming together again to form the shape of a candy bar. She didn’t mind the beetles too much, but she backed away to look at the next items. Before she could however, a red flash of light caught her attention.

In the back of the store, Fred and George were both dueling each other while wearing tremendously ludicrous top hats on their heads. As the small crowd looked on, Fred lay down upon the floor while George attempted to hex him. The hat was repelling all the jinxes, even when a volunteer was invited forward to attempt to do the same. “Shield Hats!” Fred called after the demonstration was completed. “Wear one and watch your friends marvel at your nonverbal shield charms – which are completely unnecessary when wearing these.”

George continued as Fred stopped, adding his own disclaimer in the space of about five seconds. “Will only repel jinxes, hexes, and spells of moderate degree, and the hat will stop working if it is not securely fastened onto your head. Will not repel Unforgivable Curses or anything to that affect. Will not work with spell-o-tape.”

The whole crowd seemed to enjoy the demonstration, and most of them immediately lined up to purchase the items.

“Want to be half of them are Squibs?” a voice said quietly from behind. Jane and Margie whirled around to see a chuckling Georgia, and hugs and stories from the summer were shared. “Did you see the newest Skiving Snackboxes?” Georgia asked with an evil sort of grin. “I got the Fever Fudge’s, but I might try the Puking Pastilles too.” Jane traded a look with Margie that clearly said “I’m-not-surprised-in-the-least.” Georgia headed for the counter, Margie towards the Puffskeins, and Jane towards the aisle of “Newest Additions”

Half an hour later, they were on their way to the Leaky Cauldron with bags laden full of Weasley Merchandise. Georgia bore a black eye, along with the cream that would heal it when she decided to stop sporting it, and half of Jane’s arm was a sort of shimmery color. They made it right on time, and Jane could see her mom entering through the archway with Margie’s parents and two more that she assumed to be Georgia’s. “Hold on a sec,” she told her two friends as she walked over to the bar.

“Three butterbeers and one tea,” she ordered, taking out her purse. She still had her money, which she had traded from Muggle to Wizard at Gringotts. “That will be 10 sickles and four knuts,” he told her as he magicked the drinks over to the counter. “Here’s your tray,” he added after she had handed over the money, and the tray appeared underneath the four cups.

Taking it over to where her friends had sat down, she set down the three butterbeers and the tea for her mom on the table before motioning over her mother. Both Margie and Georgia passed over a few sickles, pressing them into her hand so she couldn’t reject them.

Their time in the Leaky went all too soon, and they had to separate in their ways after everyone had finished. After hasty goodbye’s, promises to write, and a confusion of the owners of each bag, Margie’s mom pulled her aside for Side-Along-Apparation, which was the only method that she could get home. Georgia grabbed a bag she had been wearing around her neck and opened it to reveal a small bit of floo powder. Georgia’s parents followed, and there was much in the way of gratitude and “Nice to meet you”s. Jane slowly walked towards the car, reliving the moments of the day. By the time they reached their old Station Wagon, Jane was nearly beaming, and couldn’t wait until September first.