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Chapter One: Jake Schyzer
By LTDan


A/N:
Okay, I love the movie. I was thinking about it, and I thought it made a brilliant Harry Potter fanfiction. Please read. I’m not begging, but I wish you would review. Makes me feel good. :)

To anyone else who feels like flaming me (not here, on FFN) about how I\'m taking the plot from the movie and changing the characters around, I\'m not! Okay, there\'s more to this than just the plot from the movie. There\'s Jake\'s past (concerning why he left, and why he hates the war effort, etc.), too. Thanks for your...time...

Okay, I\'m currently focusing on my original stories on fictionpress.com and lulu.com. Right, well, I\'ll keep checking the reviews (ahem) on my fanfics here, though. If one of my chaptered stories gets ten more reviews, I\'ll update, okay? :)


Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Not even the plot, really. The plot is by Karen McCullah Lutz, Kirsten Smith, and William Shakespeare (Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew”). I do, however, own Jake Schyzer and Riley Adaire. *Grins proudly*

*~LTDan~*

Jake sat at the Gryffindor table, quite alone. He had left in his third year for “personal problems” and was just returning, now in his fifth year. The duck soup before him grew colder by the minute, as Jake was not very interested in eating it. Instead, he resorted to stirring it absently, staring around the Great Hall. He felt he did not know anyone, and he scarcely did.

“Hey,” came a voice to his right. Jake looked away from the Hufflepuff boy he was trying to decide if he knew or not.

“Er—hi,” said Jake, looking up into the lively face of a boy he remembered as a fellow fifth year Gryffindor.

“You’re Schyzer, right? Jake Schyzer? You left in third year…?” the boy let his sentence trail.

Jake nodded, looking questionably at the boy: something doubted whether he would stick around for long if he kept asking such questions.

“Yeah. Yeah, I thought you were. Incase you don’t remember me, I’m Riley Adaire. Fifth year, Gryffindor. What’re they doing about your class schedule, do you know? Are you going to be a fifteen-year-old third year? Will you still be a fifth year?”

In Jake’s opinion, Riley Adaire asked too many questions.

“Well,” said Jake slowly, “I’m going to be a fifth year. My dad—while I was away—I learned a lot of the magic you lot were supposed to be learning…so, yeah, I’m a fifth year.”

Riley seemed putout. The only reason he would look so, that Jake could come up with, was that Riley was a liker of the odd and extraordinary. During the two years he had known Riley, he did seem a bit odd. Two years can apparently change people. But Jake did not know the half of that just yet.
After a few minutes of staring and talking to Riley, Professor Dumbledore stood up. Jake’s eyes snapped away from the Slytherin table and up to Dumbledore. His entire body went rigid with respect as Dumbledore looked about the room, beaming.

“What a wonderful year this shall be!” said Dumbledore, his thin fingers folded across his chest. Jake was surprised at his words; Dumbledore normally did not seem so enthused about everything.

“For one,” continued Dumbledore, “we will be staging Quidditch this year—”

—An explosion of applause from each and every House.

“—and the tryouts for your House team will be on Saturday, August the thirty-first. Anyone interested should see their team captain on the scheduled date.” His eyes glanced at each table briefly. First, the Gryffindor captain, Harry Potter; then the Hufflepuff captain, Adrien Gravelle; then the Slytherin captain, Draco Malfoy; and the Ravenclaw captain, Amy Derrick.

“Second, Hogwarts would like to welcome back a Gryffindor student. Jacob Schyzer, a fifth year, who left us for personal reasons in late summer two years ago. Welcome back, Mr. Schyzer.”

Jake could feel the crimson on his neck, cheeks, and ears as nearly all the Great Hall turned to look at him. There was a feeble amount of applause, mostly from the Gryffindors.

“Lastly, any student interested in helping out the war effort, please seek myself or Professors McGonagall or Snape. If you are not in your seventh year, please do not bother,” he added as several of the younger students began to murmur to each other, obviously interested.

Jake thought about this for a while. It was not that he cared much for joining the war effort, it was just that the war raging outside Hogwarts must have been a terrible one. Still, he knew the casualties of war were great, and he hated everyone participating in such a stupid thing as that. Though, there was another part of him, probably a greater part, yelling that it was the right thing to do, and he did not hate anyone for it…

As Dumbledore gave his closing sentences, and everyone stood up to leave, minus the first years, Jake found a new person to ogle.

“Who’s that?” he whispered to Riley, who was standing next to him, waiting impatiently for the crowd to thin so they could leave the Great Hall. Jake saw his eyes avert from the doors to what Jake was gaping at.

“Oh, that’s Hermione Granger.” He grinned. Hermione was not very pretty in the face (or the hair, for that matter), but she had curves in all the right places, and Jake could not help but stare at her.

“Is she single?” Jake asked, his eyes fixed on her. He could remember her…but only slightly. She had not been much to look at two years ago. She had been dating Ron Weasley then…

“Only if Ginny Weasley is,” said Riley in an I-know-something-you-don’t sort of sing-song voice.

“What? Ginny Weasley?” said Jake, turning to stare at Riley. Ginny had always been the quiet girl, and the only people to ever talk to her were her brothers, her brothers’ friends, and Colin Creevey.

“Yeah. Fifth year—” Riley started. His tone was of mock-awe.

“I know who she is,” Jake snapped. “But…why is Hermione single only if Ginny Weasley is?”

“Well…see…” Riley placed an index finger on his chin in thought. “Well, Ron Weasley used to date her, you know? And Ron…well…he broke her heart, see. The only person who believes she’s not acting foolish is Ginny Weasley, coincidentally Ron’s younger sister. Ginny is one of Hermione’s best friends. Even her parents agree that no one is right for her unless Ginny says they’re okay…or so I hear.”

Jake nodded. He understood…at least a bit. He did not think he would ever understand women.

“So, what do I have to do to get her to go out with me?” said Jake, apparently forgetting everything Riley had just told him.

Riley turned to stare at him. “You’ve got to get Ginny Weasley to date someone, first.”

“How hard can that be?” said Jake, and Riley’s eyebrows raised so far into his blonde hair, Jake was not sure if they could be found again.

“Very hard. Weasley’s a Class-A bitch. Dated one too many guys these last couple of years, y’know? Used to be obsessed with Harry Potter. Potter never liked her, so she moved on to ‘bigger and better things’…like Michael Corner, Neville Longbottom, the sort. Guys older than her. She’s not a whore, or anything, don’t get me wrong. She’s just…a bitch.”

“So no one will date her?” said Jake forlornly as he finally made his way through the doors of the Great Hall.

“I didn’t say that.”

A/N: Please review. I’ve really worked hard on this. I looked up the script to ‘10 Things I Hate About You’, and well, I’ve just worked hard. Please review! I\'ll post the next chapter by tonight, or midday tomorrow (probably tonight).

*~LTDan~*

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