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Jayson & Hermione by Timechild
Chapter 2 : Year One
 
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“Mummy!” the little girl cried as she ran into the house. She frantically searched for her mother. When she found her, she practically screamed as the tears rolled down her face. “Make him stay! Tell him he can’t go! I don’t want him to go?”

Outside, the boy looked on as she ran into the house. There were tears down his face as well. It had been hard to say what he had to say to five year old Hermione Granger. Now he hurt inside too. He did not want to go, but he had to. There was no where for him to call home anymore, thus he had to find one or make one. This should have been one of the best days of his life, but instead, it has turned into one of his worst. She had been so happy when he was able to save her from some bullies at the playground only a few moments ago. She was skipping and laughing all the way to the gate. Then he kneeled down and told her what he had to; that he was leaving. He tried to explain why to her, but she just cried…

“You promised! You promised you would always be here!” She said through the tears.

“I know, Mi-Mi, but I have to find a place to live now. I don’t know where I am gonna be tomorrow. I don’t like it any more than you do, but I have to go…”

“NO!” She shouted as she ran into her house…

He turned and began to slowly walk his way towards the street. His head was down and he was still crying himself. He was only eleven years old, how was he going to make it in the adult world? As he reached the gate, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder.

“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” Mrs. Granger spoke with authority as she squeezed his shoulder with a slight pressure.

“To find a home.” The boy answered.

“Jayson Edward Livermore, what are you talking about? Your home is next door.”

“Not anymore, they kicked me out tonight.”

“What? You can’t be serious…”

“I think the statement ‘get out of this house and never come back, you freak’ means that they are quite serious about it.

“Okay, that’s enough for now. Come inside and we will talk about this.” She turned Jayson around and walked him into the house. Once inside, Hermione ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

“You gotta stay!” She squealed.

“Now then,” Mrs. Granger intoned, “Why don’t you tell me what exactly happened tonight.”

Jayson turned around and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He handed the paper to her. She opened it and read the writing…

Dear Mr. Livermore,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

I will arrive to discuss your admission and other topics this evening at precisely eight o’clock p.m. at your location.

I look forward to meeting with you.

Sincerely

Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster

“Wow…you’re a wizard? Does that mean that you do weird stuff too?” Hermione asked him and she still held him in that hug.

“What do you mean, you too? Do you have strange things happen to you as well?” Jayson replied.

“Yeah, and I don’t know why.”

“Well, we do now.” Mrs. Granger said. By this time, Mr. Granger had also joined into the conversation in the living room of their home. Mrs. Granger had Hermione let go of Jayson and motioned for both of them to sit down on the couch as she and her husband sat each on an easy chair and faced the two children. “Jayson, tell me what happened today.”

“Well…” Jayson replied, “I was sitting at the dinner table eating, and my mother was complaining about ‘weird’ stuff as usual. Then this owl started tapping on the window. I walked over and opened the window and the owl stuck its leg out and that letter was on it. When I read it, I was actually happy. I finally know why I am different, and if there’s a school, then there are others like me. My mother took one look at the letter and started screaming at me; calling me a complete freak. That’s when they said to get out and never come back. I ran to my room and started packing. I’ve been saving money from doing stuff for people, so I packed that first, then my clothes and stuff. Then my father came barging in and saying he was gonna inspect my bag and there had better not have any money cause I get none. We got in a fight and I pushed. I dunno how, but he crashed into the wall and hit the floor. I ran outta the house before I had to fight her too. I went to the playground and that’s when I saw the bullies picking on Hermione. I pushed them too, and they all hit the ground. Then they ran away and I walked Hermione home. That’s when I told her I had to go, and she started crying. The rest you know.”

The Granger’s looked at Jayson for a few minutes, and then they huddled together. Finally, Mrs. Granger spoke softly.

“Jayson, there is no way we are going to let you have to fend for yourself. You may stay here with us when you are not at school. You need to worry only about schoolwork, not where you’re going to sleep and what you’re going to eat.”

“Really? You mean it? I can stay here?” Jayson asked, his eyes brightening.

“Yes we do. However there is something we want you to do for us in return.” Mr. Granger said.

“Sure, what?”

“We want you to keep on playing with Hermione and sticking up for her when bullies show up.”

“Deal!”

The two shook hands on the bargain. At that precise moment, the grandfather clock in the room struck eight. There then came a knock at the door.

“Who could it be at this hour?” Mrs. Granger wondered as she went to open the door. A rather odd gentleman with a long white flowing beard looked her right in the eyes as he spoke kindly.

“I am here to converse with Jayson about attending my school this year. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Albus Dumbledore.”

“I am Eloise Granger. Please do come in Mr. Dumbledore. Jayson is in the living room, if you will follow me please?”

Dumbledore followed Mrs. Granger into the living room and smiled when he saw the looks of complete shock on the faces of Jayson and Hermione.

“How do you do, Jayson? I am Professor Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster at Hogwarts…”

“Hello sir, how did you know I was here?”

“An old wizard’s trick, my young friend…let us just say that I am glad you have found a place where you can be cared for properly. Now as to your attending the school…” Dumbledore pulled out a heavy bag of gold and handed it to Jayson. “That is for your supplies. We have always had a fund earmarked for deserving students who do not have the resources to fend on their own. You may have to buy some of your books or robes second-hand, but that should get you through to the beginning of term.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jayson said.

“You are quite welcome. Now then, the term begins on September 1st. On that day, you will present yourself at the Kings Cross station to board at platform 9 ¾. You will find your train ticket in this envelope along with other instructions and information that you will need. The train leaves promptly at nine o’clock in the morning.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Next, you need to get to Diagon Alley in order to get your supplies. I presume that you will want to take someone with you.” Dumbledore said.

“Actually, sir, I would prefer to do it on my own. Mr. & Mrs. Granger have already done enough for me. I don’t want them to miss any work on my account.” Jayson replied.

“But Jayson, Mum and Dad won’t mind.” Hermione interjected.

“I mind, Mi-Mi. I can’t be dependent on others to help me solve all my challenges. Your mum and dad have given me a home, the rest I can accomplish on my own.” Jayson returned his gaze to Dumbledore. “How do I get to this Diagon Alley?”

Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment and tapped it with his wand. “Here are instructions on how to get to the Leaky Cauldron. Once inside, ask for Tom the Bartender. He will help you get into Diagon Alley from the pub. Once there, you can meet up with Hagrid, our groundskeeper and he can give you any assistance you require.”

“How will I recognize this Hagrid fellow?” Jayson asked.

“Quite simply, he will be the largest person there. Hagrid is half-giant you see.” Dumbledore replied.

“Oh, well that makes it easier I guess.”

“Yes, it does.” Dumbledore confirmed with a small chuckle. “If you want, I can have the Knight Bus pick you up and take you to the Leaky Cauldron at, say, nine o’clock?”

“Yes sir that will be fine.”

“Good. Well then, I must be off. I look forward to seeing you at Hogwarts, Mr. Livermore.”

“Thank you, Professor, I do too.”

With that, Dumbledore rose and walked gracefully to the front door. After nodding at the Granger’s, he stepped out. When Jayson went out to say goodbye, he found that the Headmaster had already disappeared.

“Jayson, are you sure you don’t want help?” Mrs. Granger said.

“I can manage…I have been managing for years now. This is a shopping trip. I can handle a shopping trip.” Jayson replied with a smile.

“OK, as long as you’re sure about this.”

“I am, don’t worry, I will be fine. I may try to convert some of my money into this type of gold and see if I can get away with not having to go second hand.” Jayson then made a face. “Shells, I never asked him if there was a bank or somewhere…I shoulda done that.”

“That can wait until tomorrow. Both of you need to be in bed now.” Mr. Granger said.

Jayson held out his hand and Hermione took it as he led her upstairs to her room. After she had changed into her nightwear, Jayson tucked her in and sang her a lullaby. Hermione was asleep in less than five minutes. Jayson got up and went into the next room. He slowly crawled into the spare bed and was soon asleep himself.

***

The next day was an eventful one for Jayson. First, he snuck over to the “biologicals” (his name for the biological parents) and transferred all of his personal items from their house to the Grangers. This took a few trips in and out because the only way to get in was through the bedroom window, so he could only take a handful at a time. When he finally finished, it was almost time for the Knight Bus to show. He managed to shower quickly, change clothes, grab the bag of gold and his backpack, and make it to the curb when the bus arrived.

“Welcome to the Knight Bus…” Stan Shunpike announced, “where will we be taking you today?”

“The Leaky Cauldron please.” Jayson answered.

Stan turned the crank and produced a ticket, which he gave to Jayson. He climbed aboard, and the bus took off…like a rocket. Jayson was thrown to the back of the bus and almost crashed into the glass window in the back. The only thought he had at that point was that they ought to have made this an “E-Ticket attraction” or label this a “thrill ride.” He managed to hang on to one of the poles as the bus twisted and turned its way through the London streets. Finally, after about ten minutes of this, the bus came to rest in a little alleyway in central London.

“Leaky Cauldron!” Stan yelled.

Jayson slowly walked out of the bus. “Thanks.” He said to the conductor. Stan tipped his cap to Jayson and the bus took off again.

Jayson walked into the pub and was immediately the center of attention. His first thought was “What, they’ve never seen a kid before?” A rather ominous looking gentleman came up to him and stared down at him.

“Can I help you?” He said with a scowl.

“I need to see Tom, the barman.” Jayson replied.

“He’s that way…the guy behind the counter with the apron on.”

“Makes sense to me, thanks.” Jayson walked over to the counter and looked directly at the person behind the counter.

“You Jayson?” Tom asked.

“Yup, that’s me! So, how do I get to Diagon Alley?” Jayson answered.

Tom walked over to the west wall and pushed in some bricks in a strange pattern. Suddenly, the bricks moved away and there stood rows of shops. Jayson looked simply in awe. He walked into the path between the rows and the bricks closed up behind him. “Uh-Oh, I didn’t ask how to get back.” He thought with a tinge of nervousness, but then figured that this Hagrid fellow would know and didn’t give it another thought. He simply walked around for over an hour just looking at the different shops and what they had available for purchase. He quickly realized that he was probably going to have to go second hand for most of this stuff. He counted the gold and it came to exactly 250 pieces. Checking the price of the items he realized he would need about double that in order to go new on everything, and that was no frills. He was slowly beginning to plan out his strategy as to what to buy first when he heard a sound he was familiar with…namely the sound of playing cards being shuffled. He followed the noise to a small alleyway where two men were showing people a card game. He recognized the game as “three-card Monty”. The object of the game is to pick the card with the red suit and not one of the two with black suit. He watched as several people would try to do this and fail miserably. Jayson couldn’t understand as he was able to determine quite easily which was which. When the last person failed, he came up to the table.

“Care to try your luck sonny boy?” The first man asked. Jayson put down a gold piece. “One Galleon is the bet.” The man began to shuffle the cards back and forth very fast. As soon as he stopped shuffling, Jayson reached over and flipped the red ace up. “Nice job, sonny, double or nothing?” Jayson nodded. Again he shuffled fast, and again Jayson quickly turned up the red ace as soon as the man had stopped shuffling. This went on for about an hour as Jayson started amassing a good size pile of Galleons. Finally, Jayson pulled his winnings aside.

“That’s enough for me; I got what I need for stuff. Thanks, this was fun.” He said.

“Wait, one last game, give us a chance to get even here.” The second man intoned. While he was trying to convince Jayson of one more game, Jayson saw the first man doing something with the cards. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he didn’t like the feeling he was getting from the situation. The second man pulled up two good sized tins and offered Jayson “odds” if he would play one more. Jayson agreed and the first man shuffled again. This time, however, Jayson turned all three cards over…they were all black.

“Now, that’s cheating gentlemen…bad form.” He said.

“How did you know?” The second asked.

“He’s a seer, that why he’s been winning…GET HIM!”

Both men lunged at Jayson with arms outstretched. Jayson instinctively thrust out his arms and pushed forward. Suddenly, both men went backwards and hit the wall. As they fell to the floor, Jayson looked around. He saw quite a few of those tins full of both wizard and Muggle money. He quickly decided to take his winnings and scram. He shoved the gold into one of the tins and took both of the two originally offered. He put them under his arm and ran as fast as he could to the main square. He reasoned that he needed to “make this money disappear fast” and started looking for a bank. The problem was that he couldn’t really tell one shop from another. He began to frantically run around; because he knew those two would not stay out cold forever. As he ran around a fountain, he ran into a rather large gentleman.

“Please tell me you’re Hagrid!” He asked.

“’Ello there, you must be Jayson! Yeah, I’m Hagrid! I been looking all over fer ya!” The big fellow replied. “You need help?”

“Yes, I need to find a bank.”

“Well, shoot, I’ll just walk ya over to Gringott’s” He motioned and Jayson quickly followed. Soon he was inside the bank, to wit he saw the tellers and looked a little nervous. “Nah, don’t worry about the Goblins. They are only mean to people who they aren’t doin’ business with. If yeh got business, they’re friendly enough.”

Jayson walked over to the first teller. “Excuse me, please, I would like to open an account?”

The Goblin stared down at him from the high seat he was sitting on. “Galleons or Muggle Money?” He asked.

“A little of both, sir.”

“Alright, let’s see what you have.” Jayson emptied the tins, plus what he had in his backpack from his original stake when he walked in. When the goblin finished his counting and his converting of the Muggle money, he informed Jayson that he had 5,765 Galleons. Jayson nodded; trying really hard not to jump out of his skin at the fact he was just outside with that much on him. The Goblin then asked if he wanted to set up his account for direct debit via his wand. Jayson agreed to do that as soon as he had a wand. The Goblin finished the paperwork, and Jayson signed in all the right places.

“When you have your wand, come back to me and I will lay the proper enchantments on it.”

“Sure thing, sir…thank you.” Jayson replied very much relieved. He then turned to Hagrid. “I need to get a wand right away. Can you show me where to get one?”

Hagrid escorted him to Ollivander’s Wand Shop and introduced him. Jayson talked to him at great length prior to getting a wand. When he finally came back with some to try, Jayson tested two prior to finding the one that suited him. It was made from ebony wood with a Griffon Feather as its core and a small round crystal at the handle end. Jayson paid for it from the bag Dumbledore had given him.

“Thank you sir.” Jayson said politely.

Mr. Ollivander smiled. “You’re Welcome, Mr. Livermore. My, it is nice to see such well mannered youth these days.”

“Thank you again, sir.” Jayson said as he quickly exited the shop and went straight to the bank. The Goblin then put the enchantment on the wand so that he could direct debit from his new account. Jayson walked out of the bank and ran smack into Dumbledore, Mrs. Granger, and Hermione.

“Jayson!” Hermione squealed, and ran up to him giving him a crashing hug.

“What are all of you doing here? I didn’t want to take time away from you. I’m just here with Hagrid, see? Hagrid, this is Hermione Granger and her Mum, Mrs. Granger.”

“We got worried when you didn’t come home right away. So we came to see if you were all right.” Hermione replied.

“Jayson, the Aurors are talking to two gentlemen that were found unconscious in an alleyway, they keep mentioning a young man. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Dumbledore asked with a smile and a quick wink.

“Yeah…they cheat.” Jayson replied.

“What do you mean ‘they cheat’? Jayson, what have you been up too?” Mrs. Granger said with that “you are in so much trouble” tone. Jayson then recounted the events of the entire afternoon in detail. Dumbledore and Hagrid laughed. Mrs. Granger looked appalled, and Hermione looked very scared. “That was dangerous, Jayson, you could have gotten seriously hurt, and you could have lost all your money.”

“But I couldn’t lose…that was the problem with those two. I picked too fast for them to cheat. When they did, I caught them on it. That’s when they attacked and I pushed. How can I do that, though? I pushed them without touching them.”

“It is called telekinesis, Jayson.” Dumbledore answered. “It seems that you have the ability to move objects around with just your mind power. It is a unique skill among wizards, and makes you a very formidable one. But it is not unbeatable, there are wizards who can bypass it, so it is very good that you are going to Hogwarts,”

“And it explains what those two hooligans were really doing.” A voice said from outside the circle. Dumbledore turned around, smiled, and introduced everyone to Mad-Eye Moody. He was so named for his ‘special’ artificial eye that can see though solid objects and backwards as well. He walked over to Jayson and shook his hand. “How much did you get?”

“Only what I won fair and square. They had a whole lot more of those tins underneath that table. I think they had been cheating the whole time, because people were losing who should have won!”

“That’s all I wanted to know.” Moody then pulled out a parchment and asked Jayson to touch it with his wand. “This is your statement, by tapping it your swearing that everything you told me is true as far as you know.”

“OK.” Jayson said with confusion. But then, he was still new to the Wizarding World.

When Moody left, Mrs. Granger looked Jayson right in the eyes and asked him why he did it.

“I love games, especially card games. I didn’t get to play much with the biologicals. I saw it and it looked like fun.”

“Is this how you acquired money, gambling?” She asked.

“Nah, I got paid to disappear by the biologicals. One night they paid me twenty to get scarce, and then you offered me more to take Hermione to the park. I did well that night and I just saved it cause I had nuthin to spend it on.”

“You little scamp.” Mrs. Granger said.

“Jayson, I will have to ask you to refrain from participating in any more of these kind of games. It is a danger to you and to the reputation of the school.” Dumbledore stated. Jayson raised his hand to say something when Hermione enveloped him in a tight hug,

“Please Jayson, don’t do it anymore, you coulda gotten hurt!” She screamed.

Jayson began to chuckle, then looked down into Hermione’s eyes. When he saw the scared look on her face, he took on a serious expression.

“I love you and don’t want you hurt.” She said through tears.

“Okay, I’ll stop…for you.” He said to her and hugged her back.

“Good! Now let’s get to you getting the materials you need.” Mrs. Granger said.

“Okay.”

***

When the total of everything he needed was added up, it came to a little more than nine hundred Galleons. Dumbledore told Jayson that future years would not be as much as he doesn’t need to buy a wand, cauldron, or owl every year. Jayson relaxed when he heard that, because it meant he had enough to pay for his school things for all of his years of school without having to do any more gambling, which meant he could keep his word to Hermione. He found an Owl at the pet shop that was dark grey in feathers and was told that it flies “straight as an arrow”, so he named it Arrow and bought it. That was the most expensive item he purchased. As they were walking out of the shop, Dumbledore said he had to go, but first would use his wand to get Jayson’s entire items home so that they did not have to try carrying it all. After he sent the items, he shook hands with Mrs. Granger and then walked into the crowd. Jayson then took Hermione to the sweet shop and bought her some candy before they all headed home.

***

September 1st was a bit balmy as the four of them made their way to the Kings Cross station. They found their way to the place between platforms 9 and 10. A rather pudgy, sweet faced lady came over to them and smiled.

“First time looking for Platform 9 ¾?” She asked.

“Yes, how did you know?” Mr. Granger replied.

“I remember my first time. Someone helped me. Hello there, my name is Molly Weasley.” The sweet-faced lady said.

“Philip and Eloise Granger, it is nice to meet you.” They shook hands.

“This is my son Charlie.” Charlie waved and smiled.

“This is Jayson. He is attending Hogwarts first year.”

Jayson smiled and stuck out his hand. Charlie Weasley shook it. Charlie then pushed his cart in front of Jayson’s and turned to him.

“Just follow me…” He said as he started his cart towards the barrier. Jayson followed and both boys disappeared into the brick.

“They will be fine, dear. Once they’re through the barrier, there are people who can direct them to the train.” Molly said. “By the way, this is Ginny and Ron, my two youngest children.”

“Nice to meet you, this is Hermione, our daughter.” Eloise Granger replied.

Ginny turned around and smiled at Hermione. “I can’t wait until I get to go to Hogwarts.” She said.

“Me neither!” Hermione replied. She had just found a girl friend, which was her first.


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