Chapter 14 : The Meeting
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Chapter 14 - The Meeting
Roughly ten minutes after Jessica had left her daughter’s bedroom, Jenny was pulled from her sleep by the sound of shattering glass coming from the other end of the house, perhaps from the kitchen or living room. Jenny blinked several times as her room came into focus around her. She reached over to turn the knob on the small lap on the nightstand, and warm light filled the room. She glanced at the clock and noticed it was just about ten minutes after midnight. Why in the world were her parents still up? They both had to work in the morning.
This train of thought was stopped as her father’s scream echoed through the house, causing Jenny to freeze. She had never heard her father scream before. It was just something he didn’t do. And what she was hearing right now was screams of pain. Pushing the covers off her legs, Jenny quickly pushed herself off her bed and towards her bedroom door. She slowly opened the door and peered out into the semi-dark hallway, the distant lights of the living room giving her a little bit of light to see by.
She slowly moved out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. Jenny quietly moved down the hallway and frowned at the unfamiliar voices floating down the hall from the living room. She stopped just short of the end of the hallway, where the dining room and entry way met. From the angle she was on, she was able to see into the living room off the entry way. Several figures in black stood with their backs towards the entry way, facing the other side of the room. Jenny glared at their backs. Who were they to enter her home and hurt her father? And why were they here?
She bit her lip and quietly maneuvered into the dining room that led to the kitchen, her eyes focused on the doorway between the kitchen and living room. She darted across the opening to the entry way and pressed herself against the wall on the other side. She stayed there for several moments, listening to the conversation in the living room.
“Now that you have had but a taste of my power,” a high pitched voice began, causing the hairs on the back of Jenny’s neck to stand on end, “give me Jennifer.”
Jenny’s eyes went wide and she seemed to stop breathing for a minute. They were after her. They were hurting her parents because of her. But who the heck where they and what in the world did they want with her? She was nothing special, just your run of the mill choir geek. Why in the world would they want her? And if they would hurt her father, the strongest person she knew, what would they do to her
“No,” she heard her father reply.
“Why do you want our daughter?” Jessica asked. “What has she ever done to you?"
All was quiet for a moment in the living room and Jenny finally willed herself to move again and moved closer to the doorway and peeked around the corner into the living room. From where she stood, she could see her parents standing –though her mother was helping her father to stand- defiantly, glaring at whoever it was that stood across from them.
“Simple. She lived,” the high voice responded. “Now give her to me.”
Jessica and Michael shook their heads and Michael pushed himself away from his wife and stood up straight. “You will not touch my daughter while I still breathe.”
“That can be arranged,” the voice responded and Jenny saw her mother’s face quickly transform into fear as she looked between the stranger and her husband. “Avada Kedavra!”
Bright green light flashed within the room before Michael’s lifeless body dropped to the floor. Jenny heard her mother scream as she stared at her father’s body, her own body frozen in horror. DAD! She watched as her mother dropped down beside her father’s body and screamed for him to come back. She watched as a figure cloaked in black stepped into her line of sight and pointed a thin piece of wood at her mother. Jessica looked up at the pointed stick , tears running down her face and her expression devastated.
“Avada-” Jenny knew what was coming next and moved quickly into the doorway. No! Mom! “Kedavra!”
"NO!” Jenny screamed as she moved into the room just as a flash of green lit it up from a moment before her mother’s body dropped on top of her fathers, both of their faces frozen in terror. She stopped just inside the doorway and started at her parents bodies. No! No, they can’t be gone!
Jenny slowly looked away from her parents bodies and looked at the face of the man that had killed her parents. She couldn’t help but gasp at the site of the white skin, snake-like nose, and red cat slits that that stared back at her. She swallowed as she glanced around at the people around him. There were seven people with him, all of them also clothed in black, though they had hoods and white masks to cover their faces and conceal their identity.
"Why do want me?” she asked. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never done anything to you.”
“Oh, you most certainty have, Miss Potter,” he replied, his thin fingers flexing around the stick in his hand.
Jenny chuckled softly as she watched him step towards her, trying her hardest not to step back. She had a feeling that he wanted her to be afraid. True, she was currently scared out of her wits, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction and let him know it. He was just like those who had teased her when she was in elementary and middle school and she had learned after a while to not let it show that their words were getting to her. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction and she wasn’t about to give it to this man –if he could be called a man, because he didn’t really look like one- before her.
“Heh, sorry Mister. I think you’ve got the wrong Jennifer,” she replied. Thankfully three years of acting in showchoir and being in a few of the school plays improved her acting skills. Though she was having a hard time keeping a calm face up before the man that had killed her parents. “My last name is Corral, not Potter. So sorry to say, you’ve got the wrong girl. Though that won’t keep me from calling the cops on you for killing my parents.”
The man’s red eyes narrowed and he lifted his stick and pointed it at her chest. “Crucio!”
Jenny fell to the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs. Pain such as she had never experienced before coursed through her body, making her scream louder than she ever had before. She had no idea what being stabbed felt like, but she was positive this was worse. It felt as if she was being stuck by thousands of small, white hot knives. After what felt like an eternity, the pain stopped and Jenny lay panting on the floor beside her parent’s bodies. She glanced towards them before looking up at the man that stood towering above her, his red eyes gleaming.
“Maybe that will teach you to hold your tongue,” he hissed as he twirled the stick between his fingers. “Now, before I let you join your filthy Muggle parents in death; give me the Hogwarts Power Gem.”
Jenny frowned. “The what?"
Before the red-eyed man could say anything or even move, the front door was blasted open and several people in robes began to run through the door. Each of the newcomers also held a thin piece of wood in their hand.
Just over an hour after they had taken off from the location in San Bernardino that they had arrived at by Portkey, they began to descend as they approached the outskirts of what Harry knew to be Apple Valley, his sister’s home town. As they approached a large, possibly two story home on a large piece of property, Fawkes appeared beside Dumbledore which was apparently the signal for someone getting to the house before them.
They landed in the front yard of the property minutes after the phoenix’s appearance, members of the Order automatically pulling out their wands as they strode up the driveway. Dumbledore approached Harry, his wand in his hand. The lights on the front of the house enabled Harry to see the serious expression on the man’s face, the shadows only emphasizing it.
“Harry,” he began, setting his free hand Harry’s shoulder. He was cut off by a scream coming from inside the house and turned his head to look at the door. When the screaming stopped a few moments later, he turned back towards Harry. “The Order and I will go in first and I want you to follow us in under the Cloak. Get Jennifer and take her to another room of the house. I will come and get you once it is clear. Understood?”
Harry nodded. “Yes sir,” he replied as he set his broom up against the wall beside the door where the members of the Order had left theirs. He then pulled out the Invisibility Cloak from inside his cloak and unfolded it before pulling it on and vanishing from sight. He got behind the group at the door just as Dumbledore blasted the front door open and quickly entered the house, the rest of the Order right behind him.
Harry entered the home behind them, who quickly began fighting the Death Eaters who were present. Harry stood in the entry way of the home for a moment, his green eyes scanning the living room for any sign of his sister. He spotted her after a few seconds, who was just beyond where Dumbledore had begun dueling Voldemort. Her eyes were wide as she backed up against the wall just beside a doorway. He quickly moved out of the entry way and entered the dining room. He looked to where the room connected to the kitchen and spotted the doorway to the living room that Jennifer was next to.
Harry quickly walked to the doorway and knelt down beside Jennifer as she tried to crawl back through the doorway. She started when her hand brushed his foot and he quickly threw the Invisibility Cloak over her. “It’s okay,” he told her when she gaped at him and opened her mouth to scream. “We’re here to help.”
“Who are you?” she asked quietly as he grabbed her hand and began crawl backward, pulling a reluctant Jennifer after him as she looked at him with suspicion. “Why is that guy after me?”
Once they were in the dining room, Harry stood to his feet, pulling Jennifer up with him. He glanced back thought the doorway to the living room, hearing the fighting going on before looking back at his sister. “That will be explained later. Right now, we just have to get to the other end of the house while they get the Death Eaters out of here.”
Jennifer pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. “Okay,” she muttered. With his hand still around hers, she pulled him through the dining room, past the entry way and down the dark hallway. She moved past the first two doorways and heading for the doorway across from the dimly lit bathroom. She pulled him into the room and let go of his hand as he walked into the room after her. Jennifer then flicked the light switch beside the door, the light on the ceiling fan bursting to life as she closed the door to the room.
Harry glanced around the room, taking in the pale blue walls, high ceiling, and the many pictures hanging around the room. Several included what Harry assumed to be the Muggles that she had been placed with. Other showed her with her friends, both on stage and off. He looked back to Jennifer to see her staring at him as she stood in front of the sliding doors to her closet. “What’s going on?” she asked him. She motioned to the door he stood a few feet away from. “Who are those people and why are they after me? Why did he kill my parents?”
Harry looked down at the peach carpet beneath his feet. Voldemort had killed her parents; well, those who she thought were her parents.
He looked up at her shout to find her standing before him. Though she still had tears in her eyes, the green eyes flashed with anger. “I asked you a question. You said things would be explained later, well it’s later and I want some answers. Such as who are you and why is that…guy after this Potter girl.”
Harry sighed and nodded. “Okay,” he responded. Now how was he going to word this? “My name is Harry Potter and the girl he is after is my sister…and is standing in this room.”
She frowned slightly. “In this room….me?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline. “Heh, nope. I think you mistaken. My name is Jennifer Lillian Corral, not Potter. Besides, if I was your sister, we would have to be twins since you look about the same age as me, and I have to say, I look nothing like you.”
Harry bit his lip and gestured to the large mirror on the dresser beside her. She frowned slightly but looked towards the mirror. Harry watched as Jennifer’s mouth dropped open and her green eyes widened in disbelief. She looked away from the mirror and stared at Harry for a few seconds before turning back, her breaths shallow and quick. She slowly reached up and touched her face only to quickly pull the hand away seconds later.
"Oh my God,” she breathed as she studied her appearance in the mirror. After a few moments of more staring and touching herself as if to see if she was dreaming, she turned back towards Harry.”Then, we really are…”
Jennifer opened and closed her mouth a few times before she finally spoke again. “But how? I’m not adopted?”
“I don’t know all the details, but I know a spell was placed on you to keep you hidden,” he replied. She once more opened her mouth to say something but closed it after a few seconds, swallowing whatever she was going to say. Harry watched as she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
She opened them a few moments later and looked at Harry. “So, you’re my brother?”
“Yes,” Harry responded, the corners of his mouth turning upwards slightly.
“Well,” she swallowed before giving him a small smile. “I’m Jennifer Lillian, or Jenny Corral, Potter, whichever it is. It’s just been a weird night.”
“Nice to meet you Jenny, though I wish the situation had worked out differently,” he said, returning the smile as she nodded in agreement with his words. “As I said before, I’m Harry Potter.”