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Chapter 12 : Year Eleven - Hermione's Year Five
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“Where are you, Mad-Eye? How much longer do I need to be out here in the cold? I’m freezing!”
He rubbed his arms for warmth and then blew on his hands when a solitary figure touched his shoulder. He turned around to see the visage of Moody.
“Good evening, Jayson.” Moody said.
“It will be when we get inside wherever we’re going. I’m chilling out here, and not in a good way.” Jayson replied.
“No problem. We just need to take off the covering.” Moody stamped his walking stick three times on the ground, and suddenly the buildings began to expand. Jayson watched as number 12, Grimmauld Place revealed itself to them.
“Fidelius charmed to the max I recon?” Jayson asked.
“Yup, it has to be, now don’t it?” Moody replied.
Moody opened the door and Jayson walked in. He saw a long hallway painted in drab gray colors. Moody motioned him to the door at the end of the hallway and opened it for him. Jayson walked in and recognized everyone. He saw Sirius, Remus, Snape (which was a surprise), Kingsley, Tonks, and Mr. & Mrs. Weasley. He shook everyone’s hand and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug. Moody invited him to sit down. When he did so, everyone else did too. Once everyone was seated, the group began to ask him questions about this scenario or that one. Jayson answered as honestly as he could without revealing anything he wasn’t supposed to. Finally, it was Mrs. Weasley who spoke up.
“Do you realize what you’re getting into, as young as you are?” She asked.
“Age has little to do with it, Molly. If you have seen what I have seen, you grow up very fast…oh that’s right…most of you have seen what I’ve seen, and in bigger quantities too. Sorry about that, I am used to Ministry officials trying to impress me with their knowledge. It’s enough to drive one mad, wouldn’t you say Kingsley?”
Kingsley nodded his head. “Yes I would, my friend. I, too, have had to deal with that nonsense.”
They continued to ask him general questions afterward. That is, until Tonks came up with a curve.
“What is your relationship with Hermione Granger?” She asked. The room grew quiet. Obviously this was a sensitive subject.
“She is very near and dear to me, as are her parents. They gave me a home when I didn’t have one. I have been protecting Hermione since she was old enough to walk and read.” Jayson answered.
“And what nickname do you have for her?”
“I call her Mi-Mi and have for years. Why do you ask?”
“She talks about you almost as if you are superhuman.”
“She will grow out of it when she reaches majority and has some experience under her belt…all things in their proper time.”
“Does anyone else have any questions? Well then, Jayson, if you will wait outside while we vote.” Mr. Weasley asked
“Okay if you insist.” Jayson replied and stepped into the hallway. He tried very hard not to listen in, but it was getting pretty audible in there and Jayson could hear everything. There was a lot of debating going on. He could hear everyone’s voice, but particularly Molly Weasley. She was arguing that Jayson was too young and needed to wait. The others were equally arguing that he was more than qualified and already has the experience to demonstrate his worth. But Molly wouldn’t budge. When Moody came out to the hallway, he put his hand on Jayson’s shoulder.
“I have no nice way to say this. The vote had to be unanimous and it wasn’t.” Moody told him.
Jayson just stared at him stunned. This was the last thing that he expected. He began to shake, but not from the cold. “I came all the way out here in the freezing cold, underwent a grilling as if I was a prisoner under interrogation, and now you tell me I wasted my time tonight?” Jayson turned around and started to leave.
“Jayson, stay please.” Kingsley called out.
“And what? Play with the other children? Fat chance! I deserved better than this. I am over 21 years old. Tonks isn’t much older than I am, but I am still considered a child to you? No thanks…I am out of here. I know when I am not wanted.” Jayson pulled out his wand. “Portis” he said and, before anyone could get to him, he went through and disappeared.
He arrived a moment later at the one place that he trusted right now, namely Hogwarts. He was cold, tired, and hungry. He had counted on eating at the headquarters, but then he hadn’t counted on being blackballed. He walked through the gates and straight to the Headmasters chambers. He stood at the staircase and quoted what he thought was the password…
“Sherbet Lemon.” Nothing happed. “Acid Pops.” Still nothing. “Treacle Tarts!” The gargoyle didn’t move.
“Pixie Sticks” a voice came from behind and the staircase moved to reveal the stairs and a path to the Headmaster’s office. He turned around to find a familiar face…Minerva McGonagall.
“Just out of curiosity, what are Pixie Sticks?” He asked.
“I have no idea, he just chose that for the password.” McGonagall replied.
Jayson laughed, saluted McGonagall, and went upstairs. When he got to the top, he found the door partially open; which raised his suspicions. He pulled out his wand and carefully crept inside. Once he was completely inside, the door shut.
“Come closer, Jayson, and sheathe your wand. I am in no danger.” Dumbledore said.
Jayson put away his wand and walked over to his old friend and shook hands. He then turned and saw someone he wasn’t expecting…Snape.
“Severus just informed me of the unfortunate incident this evening at Grimmauld Place. I apologize Jayson, I should have been there. I didn’t expect your age to be a factor.”
Jayson looked at Snape. “Did you vote against me too, Severus?” He asked.
“Absolutely not.” Snape responded. “I may not like you Jayson, but I am not stupid enough to put my feelings into something this necessary. You are a powerful wizard and an almost unbeatable fighter. The Order needs you, but Molly Weasley couldn’t see that. It was a mistake to have her there. But you didn’t help matters by leaving like you did. She said right away that there was proof that she was right.”
“If it makes you feel any better, she wouldn’t have voted Harry in either.” Dumbledore stated.
“Harry is fifteen, he’s still underage. I am twenty-one and been working as an investigator for four years now. And I wasn’t going to stay and watch the children while the ‘adults’ talk about something I have been knee deep in since the beginning.” Jayson responded. Then his stomach growled.
“Someone is hungry.” Snape scowled with a sneer.
“I don’t have many galleons left. Fudge has used his influence to block anyone he sees as loyal to Dumbledore from getting any assignments. I have had three really big ones suddenly disappear and were given to somebody else with no explanation. I am at the point now that I have to choose between paying my rent and eating. I haven’t eaten for awhile now.” Jayson admitted.
“You are welcome to partake of our larder Jayson.” Dumbledore intoned.
“Thank you Albus, I need that…Dobby!” Suddenly the house-elf appeared.
“Yes Mr. Jayson sir?” Dobby asked.
“Would you be so kind as to bring me something from the kitchens please? I am not concerned with what as long as it is edible.” Jayson instructed.
Dobby popped out and, about thirty seconds later, popped in with a platter of diced meat, cheese, and bread. “Will this do sir?”
“Absolutely!” Jayson answered and took the tray from Dobby. It took him about fifteen minutes to devour the entire contents of the meal. Once sated from his hunger, Jayson began to relax.
“Feeling better my friend?” Dumbledore queried.
“Much, thank you.” Jayson said with a sigh.
Dumbledore let Jayson stay around and “investigate” while attempting to ascertain why Jayson had not been voted into the Order. On the second day, Kingsley showed up with an official assignment that involved the Forbidden Forest, which meant staying at Hogwarts was actually a good idea. Jayson plunged into the work, although he had no idea why the Ministry wanted the information, he was happy to get any work at all. He went home only long enough to pay his rent and pack more than one set of clothing.
Kingsley also made sure that Jayson was paid in advance; seeing as the assignment was not wanted by anyone else. That was so for two reasons. One, no one wanted near Dumbledore for fear of being ostracized, and two, no one wanted in the Forest with the Centaurs so angry. Jayson had made friends with the Centaurs so, when they saw him, they were friendly. They didn’t even mind the materials and information that he needed to gather, and even offered help. Jayson declined with proper courtesy saying that it wouldn’t feel right to profit from someone else’s labor.
With the “assignment” already done, Jayson spent the free time talking to the students, especially Hermione. Hermione was thrilled to have him at Hogwarts. However, the mood was soon soured due to the ever increasing intrusion of one Dolores Umbridge. She had already gotten the ire of McGonagall with her very thinly veiled threat about ‘disloyalty’. She was now appointed High Inquisitor and charged with ‘reversing the falling standards at Hogwarts.’ Fortunately, she didn’t see Jayson yet. Jayson made a point of keeping his distance from Umbridge. Jayson had reason not to like Umbridge, for she tried to get him expelled during his Second Year for using magic to save Hermione from some thugs. When he won, he heard her say that ‘she would get him next time.’ Jayson was glad he had the assignment in his pocket which gave him leave to be there. It wasn’t until later that Jayson felt he had seen enough
“Hogwarts is my home…you can’t do this!” Trelawney said in tears. Umbridge, with that sugar coated fake smile on her face, stated that she can and she is. He saw McGonagall come out and console Trelawney. Now, Jayson wasn’t fond of Trelawney. In fact, he considered her a complete fraud. However, he wasn’t going to stand there and let that old bat kick her out. So, when Umbridge ordered Filch to remove her from the premises, Jayson started to fire stinging hexes at the both of them. The crowd laughed, but Umbridge was not pleased.
“I will find out who did that and, so help me; I will take action and punish the culprit.” She screamed.
Jayson sent another barrage of hexes at her feet and then made himself known. The crowd gasped at he walked into the square.
“You’re going to do what, Dolores? As I was the so called ‘culprit’, I will take that as a challenge. You want to duel me, Dolores? Please say yes, I would love to plant you on your arse.” He said with conviction.
“Jayson, kindly do not attempt to duel with Professor Umbridge, even though she has threatened you. I would consider it a personal favor if you refrained in this instance.” Dumbledore intoned. “Minerva, please escort Sybill back upstairs.”
That little surprise was nothing compared to the next one. Dumbledore introduced Trelawney’s replacement…Firenze; the very same Centaur that helped Jayson with his second sight years ago. Jayson walked over and shook Firenze’s hand and welcomed him to Hogwarts.
Umbridge was stone cold in shock.
Jayson stood in front of the wall and concentrated. “I need to find the kids, I need to find the kids” he thought really hard. Suddenly, the door materialized and he walked in. He got there just in time to witness Neville Longbottom attempt a disarming spell and knock his own wand out of his hands. The wand flew backwards right at Jayson. He caught it easily.
Everyone hushed as they saw Jayson, even Hermione. Jayson walked up to the front of the line and handed Neville back his wand. He then pulled out his own and flicked it. The wand of the practice dummy flew off instantly.
“Arm straight, flick with the wrist, not the elbow. Now, try it again.” He said.
Neville gave it another try following Jayson’s suggestion. The spell went off, but he missed the target. “Sorry…” He said.
Jayson smiled. “Aiming you’re on your own.” He walked back to the door. “I’ll try to steer Filch away from here as much as possible. Good luck all.”
The students continued to practice for several months. Unfortunately, even the most careful of secrets comes out eventually. In this case due to Marietta Edgecombe; who spilled the beans on the group. Harry & Hermione were both caught due to Draco Malfoy.
They were taken to the Headmaster’s office where the whole “plot” was brought before Dumbledore. To the surprise of Harry, Dumbledore claimed one hundred percent of the responsibility. Fudge was delighted, because he could now arrest Dumbledore for sedition.
“Ah yes.” Said Dumbledore gently. “I thought we might hit that little snag.”
“What snag?” Fudge questioned.
“Well – it seems you are laboring under the delusion that I am going to – what’s the phrase? ‘Come quietly? I ‘m afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban.”
“So,” sneered Fudge, “you intend to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and myself single-handed, do you, Dumbledore?”
“He isn’t single-handed.” A voice came from behind. There stood Jayson, leaning on the door. He walked to Shacklebolt and presented some papers. “This is the information you requested, Kingsley. The assignment is complete.”
Jayson then stood right next to Dumbledore.
“So, a fellow conspirator, eh?” Fudge intoned.
Jayson laughed. “In the best of times, I would pick Albus over you Fudge any chance I got.”
“Thank you, Jayson.” Dumbledore gestured and put his hand on Jayson’s shoulder.
Malfoy, who had been holding Hermione, laughed. Jayson turned and looked him right in the eye.
“Do you really think there is anyone in this room who can stand against me and want to help you, boy?” He said with a menacing voice. Malfoy shut up.
“Enough of this rubbish!” Fudge yelled. “Take them!”
After a series of flashing lights, the smoke cleared to see Fudge, Umbridge, Dawlish, Malfoy, and Kingsley down with Jayson and Dumbledore having their wands out.
“Had to get Draco did you?” Dumbledore asked.
“He had his wand out, so I concluded he was taking part in this farce.” Jayson replied.
“Ah, well then of course he needed to be hexed too.” Dumbledore said smiling. “Unfortunately, I had to hex Kingsley too or it would have looked suspicious.”
Jayson nodded. “Shall we get out of here? I want to hitch a ride with you. If you can drop me off at my flat I will be most grateful. I think it’s best if we stay separate for now.”
“Yes, of course. We will reunite when the moment is proper.”
“Agreed, now let’s go before they wake up.”
Fawkes circled the office and swooped low over them. Dumbledore grasped its tail and Jayson grabbed one of its legs. In a flash, all three were gone.
The group began arising slowly. They looked around and were stunned to see both Jayson and Dumbledore not there. “Where are they?” Fudge demanded. Everyone shrugged their shoulders.
“They left right after you hit the floor, Minister.” McGonagall said stoically.
The group left the Headmaster’s office.
The sounds of battle all around her, Hermione Granger took stock of the situation. Of the six of them, two were injured, and the others, including her, were exhausted. They were here because of a vision Harry had received that said his Godfather, Sirius, was being tortured. The vision turned out to be a creation of Voldemort’s to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries and retrieve a prophesy from the department that only he could touch. The group was trying to get out of here without handing over the sphere containing the prophesy, and not faring to well at it. They were in big trouble.
“Petrificus Totalus!” shouted Harry, and a Death Eater’s arms and legs snapped together and he fell forward, face down at Harry’s feet, stiff as a board and unable to move.
“Well done, Harry!” Hermione started to say when another Death Eater swished his wand and a purple jet of light flew in her direction. “Uh-Oh” was all she was able to get out. Just as suddenly, a hand with a wand shot forth and blocked the light from hitting her. She looked up and saw someone she honestly wasn’t expecting. “Jayson!”
Jayson’s face showed dark determination as he shot a jet of blue light at the Death Eater and sent him flying. “Get the others, Hermione. Bring them here now!” He commanded. He then continued to send jets of light towards the Death Eaters as one got close to one of the kids. The Death Eaters tried ganging up on Jayson, and discovered his telekinetic powers as he bowled them over with a “push” hard enough that they went flying. Hermione managed to corral everyone except Harry, who refused to step away from the fight.
“He blames himself for this, Jayson.” Hermione stated.
“He should, this is his mess. Can you get out of here quickly?” Jayson replied.
“No. Ron’s still recovering from that brain thing and Ginny’s ankle is broken. We would need at least an hour or some non combat spells.”
“No time for that. Just get them moving as best you can.” Jayson started mixing up the telekinesis and the spells. He was able to hold back the Death Eaters, but he couldn’t gain ground. The battle was at a stand-still.
“Dumbledore’s Pet has reached his limit, I see.” Lucius Malfoy said with a sneer. “We want that prophesy, nothing more. You can keep the kids, Livermore…fair exchange.”
Jayson leered at Malfoy Sr. “The fact you want it is reason enough not to give it to you.”
“How much longer can you go on, Livermore? There is six of us and only one of you.”
Hermione stood up tall. “Two of us at least…or do I have to knock you on your arse again to prove it?” She said.
Jayson smiled. “My little Mi-Mi has grown up.” He readied himself to continue fighting when the doors flew open and five more people sprinted into the room: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley.
The Death Eaters suddenly squealed at the battle joined in earnest with them now out gunned. Jayson kept up the telekinesis and, now that he only had to do one at a time now, knocked anyone close around like a rag doll. He ran over to Tonks. “One of the kids has a broken ankle, and I don’t know the healing spell, switch with me.”
“Wotcher…” Tonks replied and headed over to where the kids were and healed Ginny’s ankle. “Episkey!”
“Kingsley, behind you!” Hermione yelled. Kingsley turned on a dime and stunned the one known as Dolohov. Another Death Eater turned onto Hermione and tried to curse her. Hermione was ready for it. “Stupefy.” She shouted and the Death Eater went backwards.
“Nice shot Hermione.” Tonks said before rejoining the battle. With the Order here, the odds now sat squarely with them and Jayson; especially when both Hermione and Harry were still in it to make it eight on six. It was still basically a stand-still, but it was the Death Eaters who were tiring. It was then that another figure entered the room. It was Dumbledore. The kids cheered causing everyone to look up at him. The Death Eaters made a mad dash to get away. Jayson knocked down two with telekinesis. One got drawn back by Dumbledore like a caught fish. Lupin and Kingsley got one each. That only left Bellatrix, who was dueling Sirius.
“Come on, you can do better than that!” Sirius yelled as he ducked a red jet of light.
The next jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
Everyone watched as Sirius fell backwards in an arc through the archway of sounds that only he and Luna had heard. Now everyone could hear the voices.
“SIRIUS!” Harry shouted. Bellatrix shot for the door, barely dodging a spell from Moody.
Lupin tried to restrain him, but Harry took off after her. More than one person said for Harry to stop, but the pleas went unheeded. Harry was through the door like a shot.
“Oh, shells! I got him!” Jayson shouted and looked at Dumbledore, who nodded. Jayson then ran through the door looking for Harry.
He found both Harry and Bellatrix throwing spells at each other. Harry seemed pinned down behind a broken statue and Bellatrix was laughing maniacally, so Jayson sent a telekinetic “push” at Bellatrix forcing her to fall down. Harry saw her fall and rose up with some spells of his own. Jayson actually chuckled at this. Bellatrix was screaming words that would have made a sailor blush, which made Jayson chuckle even harder. Then she started screaming about not being punished for something, and that is when it all went south.
A hooded figure appeared out of nowhere and pointed his wand right at Harry. Jayson had to “phase shift” fast to barely deflect the green jet of flame that the figure shot at Harry. Jayson beheld the visage of a walking skull with snake-like skin pulled over it. The eyes were an ominous red and he had no nose. It took no time at all for Jayson to figure out who he was looking at.
“So…” Jayson said, “You’re Voldemort.”
“You seem almost disappointed.” Voldemort replied.
“From all the descriptions, I expected someone a little taller.” He turned to Harry and said, “Get under that statue and stay there.”
“And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?” Voldemort asked.
“Ah, yes, I know who you are. Dumbledore’s pet telekinetic who was blackballed by the Order of the Phoenix.”
“How do you know that?” Jayson asked shocked.
“I have my ways. Let’s just say someone doesn’t know when to keep their mouth shut. I am surprised you are still on their side. I would never have turned down someone of your skill set. You are far too formidable to turn away. Tell me, why do you still fight on their side?”
“Who says I do? I’m here to bail out the kids. The fact that they showed up is a coincidence.”
“Interesting. I’ll tell you what. All I want is Potter and the prophesy. Give me those and I will be on my way.” Voldemort intoned.
“Sorry, but I’m sworn to keep Harry and the prophesy thing was destroyed back in that other room.” Jayson replied.
“What? No!” Voldemort yelled and lifted up his wand, which is exactly what Jayson wanted.
Jayson gave Voldemort a “push” and sent him landing on the floor. His next spell bound him tighter than an over-wrapped Christmas present. Jayson walked over to him saying “All too easy…” but, as he was about to cast his next spell, Voldemort suddenly went like smoke and straight up in the air. Jayson saw this and skipped back to where Harry was while not taking his eyes off the smoke.
“Impressive.” He said as Voldemort re-formed…and then laughed.
“Did you really think it was that easy?”
“Well, if I had been a little faster, maybe.” Jayson responded. Then he heard Bellatrix moving towards him and threw a stunning spell over his head. “You stay out of this, little girl.”
Voldemort nodded his head. “It seems you are also very impressive. Not many could do what you just did.”
“Thank you, it is nice to be appreciated once in a while.” Jayson replied.
Then Voldemort sent a spell right at Jayson, to which Jayson blocked it. Time for talk was over and the fight is on. He walked about three feet to the right just to see Voldemort shoot fire at him. When Jayson blocked the fire, Voldemort quickly shot a spell at him. Jayson “phase-shifted” about ten feet and watched the spell fly right by him.
“Don’t know how I do, I just do.” Jayson replied.
Voldemort then sent a spell right at Harry which caught Jayson off guard and he needed to scramble to get close enough to send a shield charm. In the commotion, Jayson slipped and fell, giving Voldemort his chance.
“Avada Kedavra!” The green jet came directly at Jayson.
“Oh, Shells…Alto Protego!” Jayson responded. Suddenly a statue jumped in between the two and the spell bounced harmlessly away.
“What? – Dumbledore!”
“It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom.” Dumbledore said calmly. “The Aurors are on their way –.”
“By which time I shall be gone, and you dead.” Voldemort spat back.
“Jayson, safeguard Harry and deal with Bellatrix!”
“Right.” Jayson turned to make sure Harry was still safe and turned his attention to Bellatrix. She shot a spell at him which he blocked and then “pushed” her backwards. Unfortunately he pushed her into a Floo and she then took it to escape. “Aw, shells!” He managed to get out before everything went to all get out.
The battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore was spectacular, and broke almost every window, glass, porcelain, and not cement item surrounding the area (took out some cement too). When the Aurors arrived with Fudge, Voldemort took one look and beat a hasty retreat, but not before everyone saw them. Jayson got up and stood next to Dumbledore.
“You-know-who? Here?” Fudge exclaimed.
“What was your first clue, Fudge?” Jayson questioned angrily. Dumbledore put a hand on Jayson’s shoulder.
“Jayson, why so angry?” He asked.
“I failed you Albus. I had Voldemort tied up tight and I dawdled, which let him get loose. Not to mention that I pushed Bellatrix to her escape route. I’m sorry old friend. I’ve let you down.”
“Not at all, Jayson. For one thing, you’re still alive. Most everyone who faces Voldemort can’t say that. Secondly, if it had not been for you holding the Death Eaters at bay, we would have had more casualties than we did. What you learned today is that you have limitations. Remember when I said that some wizards can get around your telekinesis? Today is an example as to how one can do it. We all have limits, Jayson. We work to stretch our limits and get better. Today you were stretched, and you will be better.”
Jayson turned and held out a hand to Harry. “I am sorry about your Godfather, Harry.”
Harry took his hand and Jayson pulled him to his feet. By now the rest of the kids and the Order had made it to the atrium and the Death Eaters had been arrested.
“Jayson, please see to the children’s transportation back to Hogwarts.” Dumbledore asked.
Jayson took a piece of broken statue, stuck it upwards onto the ground, and tapped it with his wand. “Hogwarts – Portis!” He motioned to the kids. “Okay you six, over here now. We are going home.” The kids all put their hands on the Port-Key as Jayson counted down “3…2…1…” Then they all felt the familiar stomach tug.
Jayson sat staring at his plate and breathing – not saying anything, just breathing. The six students were sitting around him eating as well. His face was serious and sorrowful, and he hadn’t said more than “please and thank you” once the meal was delivered. Not one of them could coax Jayson out of his melancholy. It was at this time that McGonagall came over and sat down next to him.
“I know you don’t believe it right now, but you did well tonight, Jayson.” She began.
“I screwed up, and two people are on the loose who should have been stopped.” He replied.
“But all of the students were saved, and that is what is most important. As far as those limitations of yours, you can always ask a few Order members to assist you on improving on them.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, I am not in the Order.”
“You are now…” A voice called from behind. They all turned to see Dumbledore standing in the hallway. “Even Molly Weasley had to admit that you have to be in.”
“Thank you, Albus.” Jayson said.
Harry looked at him. “I don’t suppose you are good at Occlumency? I stink at it.”
“What’s to know…picture your mind surrounded by a brick wall. The trick is to keep the wall whole. Takes practice, but it can be done.”
“SNAPE NEVER TOLD ME THAT!!!” Harry bellowed.
Jayson laughed out loud. “Why am I not surprised? Snape doesn’t like you. But then, Snape doesn’t like anyone that I know of.”
At this point, Luna Lovegood rose off the bench she was sitting on. She walked over to where Jayson was sitting and proceeded to plant a big kiss right on him. When she finally stopped, she giggled a little and said. “Thanks for saving me, I think you’re wonderful.” She then skipped down the hall.
Everyone gasped as she skipped away. Jayson’s face turned beet red.
“What was THAT all about?” He asked.
“Did you know she was going to do that?” Hermione asked with fury in her voice. Jayson saw her face and realize that she was jealous. He resisted the temptation to laugh.
“No…I didn’t. My sight is set on danger. What danger does Lana pose?”
“Whatever…point is I had no idea that was coming. Honest Hermione, you know more than I do.” He then came close to her ear and whispered, “no one replaces you, Mi-Mi.”
Hermione looked at him for a second and then sat back down; though she was still mad he could tell.
“Jayson…the Order is meeting in thirty minutes, and you presence is requested.” Dumbledore stated with a bemused look.
“On my way…” Jayson said as he headed for the Floo to take him to Headquarters.
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