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Space Patrol Delta
“Sorry about that,” said Jenny as she extended her hand towards the one that looked a few years older than then herself, noticing he had light blue eyes and a red strip down the sides of his uniform.
Good bye Privet Drive
“PETUNIA!” he yelled loudly, causing Jenny to rub her ears.
Meeting the Ally
“Okay, we can all catch up later, but right now there is someone I want you to meet,” she stated as she pulled him along towards the basement kitchen. When the five teens entered the kitchen, Harry notice four unfamiliar people around his own age sitting at the table wearing uniforms similar to Jenny’s.
‘Voldemort Gone?’ ‘Voldemort gone!’ she smiled. Then they turned back towards the cake, took a deep breath and together they blew out all seventeen candles.
Death Eaters, Dementors and Krybots
“I don’t-” Harry began but was cut off by a suddenly familiar cold. “Dementors,” he whispered.
More Than an Alliance
“Thanks Jenny,” he said as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I think this is the beginning of a long alliance.”
One Year to the Day
She could not believe it had been one year to the day when her life had changed forever.
A Changed Heart
She was sitting cross-legged on the couch with papers in her lap when she heard a knock from the door behind her. ”Come in.”
“Not again,” commented Ron as he rolled back over and covered his head with his pillow.
Not So Merry New Years
“Let’s go party!” yelled Jenny and she and Ginny linked arms and headed out towards Diagon Alley. They gasped at what they saw. The Alley had gone through a total transformation for the New Year’s Party. Streamers, lanterns, confetti all over the Alley. Along with a countdown clock that had been placed at the entrance to Gringotts.
A Traitor Exposed
“You? Why? How?” asked Jenny in shock. The woman had always been quite and had a cheerful air about her.
Valentine’s Day Attack
“Looks like they are trying to celebrate with an attack,” stated Kingsley as he straightened up and walked over to the window.
“Oh my God! What are you doing here?” asked Jenny as she hugged him tightly. Hearing no response from her usually loud friend, she pulled back to look at him. Something was wrong. His eyes were red and bloodshot and he had major bags underneath them. She let go of him and looked at him with curiosity. “Wh-what’s wrong?”
It was now the first Saturday of March and the D.A. was out on the Quidditch Pitch. The D.A. stood in the centre of the pitch facing the Rangers, who had taken off their robes and were wearing their normal S.P.D. uniforms. Syd stepped forward, one of the S.P.D. training swords gleaming in her hand.
With Us or Not?
“What’s up Gin?” Harry asked, moving to stand beside her and place a hand on her shoulder.
Beginning of the End
“You’re awake!” exclaimed Ginny. Harry turned away from her and looked down at his sister, relief clear on his face. “What happened?”
The tallest of the four was Commander Cruger, wearing his black and silver uniform, a sword hanging from his belt. On his right was a petit women with curly, dark brown hair with flesh colored ears peaking through and bright green eyes, the pupils that of a cat. On Cruger’s left was a young African American wearing a basic black and gray SPD uniform, his dark brown hair in dreadlocks. Next to him walked a thin blond whose hair barely reached her shoulders. The two walked hand in hand.
Final Confrontation: Part One
“Right now, I’d be getting ready for my high school graduation,” she replied, looking directly at him though he was still looking out over the grounds. He opened his mouth to speak again, but she cut him off. “Harry, get that though out of your head. I’ve never regretted being here and I never will.”
Final Confrontation: Part Two
The two slowly turned around. There behind them, stood Lord Voldemort, a sword as dark as night in his white hand. Harry felt Jenny tense beside him as his eyes narrowed at the man, no thing that stood before them. He chuckled again as his red cat slits focused on Jenny. “Did you enjoy my little surprise?”
“Here,” said a familiar voice from his right. He turned his head and felt Dumbledore gently place his glasses onto his face. Harry muttered his thanks as everything came into focus. Harry turned his head to the right and saw the smiling face of Albus Dumbledore, sitting in a chair next to his Muggle hospital bed. “Where am I?”
The Show Must Go On
Uproar of disagreement filled the halls, the members of the choirs shouting their pleas for reconsideration. Harry shook his head and looked at Ginny beside him. She wore a glum expression, but it seemed she had sensed it coming as well. Dumbledore raised his hands and the shouting died down. When he opened his mouth to speak, however, another voice spoke from the doorway.
The Torch Passed
Just after the Hogwarts 4 showchoir performed, Jenny came out wearing her black concert robes and walked up to stand behind podium set to the right side of the stage. The hall went quiet as she smiled out at the audience. “Well, the concert is coming to a close now, but before the final number, I have an announcement. Ginny, can you come out here?”
“Don’t worry, mate,” Ron commented as he appeared beside Harry, clapping his best friend on the shoulder as the two looked at their reflections in the mirror. “It’s not working with me either.”
As Mr. Weasley leaned over and whispered into his wife’s ear, Harry found himself standing nervously before Ginny. She grinned up at him and cocked her head to the side when she saw the anxious look on his face. “Are you okay, Harry?”
Two Worlds, One Family
She stood up from her seat at one of the many round tables and moved to greet them. She and Ginny embraced tightly for several moments before she moved to embrace her brother. “Long time no see.”
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