Harry Potter and Jinx, a fanfic

 Harry. Harry lived. Harry lived with the Dursleys. Harry lived with the Dursleys ten miserable years since his parents had died. Harry lived with the Dursleys ten miserable years since his parents had died, and now he was at Stonewall High, the local public school, skipping classes almost everyday...

 While doing so, he had amused himself by having a lot of vivid daydreams of running away from home to a world of fantasies and magic…
“But magic dones’t not exist… Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…”, he repeated to himself aloof, roaming along the Privet Drive. The privets, sort of shrubs, massed in green clouds all around.
 Suddenly Harry felt heavy odour in the street -- the smell of a dead animal. But what animal? Harry awkwardly found his rhyme:
 “... catch an owl by the claw!”   
 The dead owl was lying on the grass. Poaching on someone’s territory, Harry started digging  the earth beneath privets for burying a poor bird…
 “If it hoots, let it go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe”, chanted in an answer someone’s  childish voice and added: “Anyway, boy, It’s so nice of you to show respect for the body! But don’t you think it’s  just a sign of a bad luck for you?”
 “Alas, bad presentiments befit a woman”, answered Harry brusquely without turning back. He was using a dark Shakespeare’s language, because he had read a lot of classics lately, trying to get away from harsh reality of Dudley’s beatings…
 Childish voice continued:
 “I’m a lonely girl. My parents are originally from Russia but now they have been arrested in London for smuggling or something. I’ve ran away from the police... I’m roaming in the streets alone and looking for friends, of my age!”   
 Harry was touched by her words.
 “I lost my parents too… Now I’m living an abominable life in a foster family…”, he sighed dismally.
 “It sounds SO SAD!”, said she with compassion.
 He looked at the owner of the voice. A girl, lean and austere -- embodying all the immaturity of the youth, was assembling some kind of a bomb on pavement. With her blue hair and a torn silk jersey dress she did look like something blooming… or booming!
 “What are you doing here, lassie, and why your hair looks so blue?”
 “I’m inventing tech stuff! You can join me! Science’s a true magic of the REAL world! About hair… My grandpa was a fairy-tale's serial killer called Blue Beard from France. He murdered women and in the same time had a lot of charming daughters from them".
 “Magic, fairy-tales, hmm, I feel I’m interested in magic, but not in maniacs!”, muttered Harry. His mistrust was slowly being chastened by her pure voice.
 “Me too! Sister of my mother is a magician Sailor Mercury, now an old professor, living in Japan. While my mother’s name is Malvina… Well, she’s not a magician… She lived in the late Soviet Union and always liked hooligans like my papa, Buratino, which means ‘Pinocchio’ in Russian, a cheesy man, hard like a log… Also I have a brother with the blue hair, Artemey Lebedev, a Russian web-designer.”
 “Jees! But do you feel connection with your family?”, said Harry and moved closer to the girl.
 “I do only with my grand, a Blue Beard… I’m Powder, by the way, but  you can call me just Jinx!”, she said with a naive smile.
 “What a magical name! I’m Harry!” he adjoined her at the stuffing bombs with white powder. When they finished making a few of them, Jinx fumbled a bomb and put it into a Harry’s pocket.
 “Let’s go to London and try to sell some!”
 “But my aunt Petunia…”
 “Please, run away as I DID!”, she demanded almost hysterically. “Do NOT CALL HOME THE PLACE where people don’t care about you! Your mother’s and father’s blood DO NOT dwell here anymore!”
Harry admittedly yielded to her:
“You know, Jinx, YOU’RE RIGHT! IT’S NOT MY HOME ANYMORE!”
 So he and the girl with the blue hair left the Privet drive. The places Harry used to know was dwindling away now. Together children reached the center of London and set an Oliver-Twist-type-of-life there.
 The Dursleys would have said it was but foolery to do so!  Their family used to be giving abrupt, succinct and utterly exploitation’s orders to Harry all the time. So it was too stupid for the boy to repent of what they had done with Jinx.
Actually, he was getting to fancy her more and more! She was protective and once helped him to repel a huge street rat with a blast of her bomb. The bombs were all Jinx. The cold was Jinx. The London’s sky was Jinx. This girl has fragrance of Universal God for him!
However, life in the streets of London turned out to be tough. Weather had taken a turn for the worse: banks of rainy clouds crossed the sky. Now and then, Jinx was scared stiff because of it. Her temper was beginning to fray and she was getting to shout at Harry. She called him useless at finding the right shelter for the night. 
Harry found those gamuts of her hysteria difficult as he repeatedly reassured her that everything was fine. She was crying with vexation when he tried to hug her for warming up…
 In the evening they moved close to the water of an industrial area and picked their way along the granite revetment. They sauntered across the bridge, where street dogs waded thorough the water downstairs. A team of workers who had rigged up a gantry of sorts  were lowering something onto the garage’s roofs.
There children found one opened garage, a suspiciously opened garage…
  A shelter!
 While they were getting inside the dark space, Harry saw in gloom… a dark figure in front of him!
  The figure uttered a cold monstrous voice:
“I lured you here, being sure that you’d go to Jinx’s help!”
 There was a snap and a scream.
 “Jinx, RUN! I WILL STOP HIM! STAY away, ILLUSION!..”
 Harry tried to put up a fight, using one of Jinx’s bombs he had in his pocket, but the bomb just glitched and did not explode!
 Harry’s legs got snagged by a rope trap and he was yanked away. He threw a jab into the dark figure, approaching him. His enemy leaned back and countered the kid with the right…
   Harry lost his consciousness for a moment and when he woke up he felt been frozen to the wood.  He was lying on soggy plank floor.
 Cold voice was saying to him:
“I’m Voldemort, a good magician. I will alternate history and have a revenge on our enemies…”
“I DON’T HAVE ANY ENEMIES! WHERE IS JINX? LET ME GO TO HER, you, Hideous thing!”, Harry shouted.
 Jinx appeared next to a monster.
 “He is a friend! Listen to him”, she calmed him and Harry was even ready to believe if there was not his blood that must have been dripping of him… 
  Voldemort continued:
“You supposed to kill me, Harry, when you’d get older. For that, you were protected by an ancient magic spell with lingering protection by a bastard called Dumbledore. But denouncing it as your home you had unsealed the charm! Now you’re not protected anymore”.
Harry looked bewildered:
  “Are you taunting me, Walmart?.. whatever your name…”
“VOL-DE-MORT is my name!.. And Jinx is my partner. She did everything on the sly. I bamboozled her in a great scam to lure you here. One detail before I’m done…  We have a secret connection and protection for each other, Harry, and if you will serve me well… Bad for Numb-ledore because the three of us will make a much stronger team!”
 “What will we do then?”, asked Harry, a shade reproachfully.
  “Pleeease, agree now, Harry, you’re a lucid boy, I know!”, Jinx pleaded.
 Voldemort answered after a pause:
 “We’ll go to the past to change history… Just relax and obey your mind and adventured spirit, Harry!”
 ‘Lucid boy’ felt at that moment that it sounds much better than all his previous life…
 “So, guys, I see that now I might have become SOMEONE WITH MISSION and FRIENDS, at least in form of you, Jinx?.. So, hell, yes! I’m ready! Gimme the plan!”
Harry was getting up on his feet again. Both Jinx and Voldemort smiled victoriously and the latter one a bit  deviously. Jinx kissed Harry to his cheek in a hurry. Harry blushed.
 Later, after a small lunch with some gravy portions, unknown to Harry, they started planning their first horrific deed…
 
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an article form the tabloid
the Daily Socket:

Deep in the Amazon

“... Many years ago, Jacqueline Kennedy, the new face of Coca-Cola, was shooting a daring advertisement, but...  the jungle held genuine dangers: maniacal magic hunters, preying on unsuspecting visitors for their own dark gains.
Captured and bound, Jacqueline's fate seemed sealed until an unexpected bidder emerged from the shadows. Harry Potter, a 18 years old  reclusive millionaire and time traveler with rumored magical abilities, purchased her freedom.
But freedom came at its own price.With Jacqueline as his first lady, bound to him by both gratitude and fear, Harry redefined leadership, becoming the nation's most transformative president who opened all the secrets of magic to us, simple muggles.
As you well know, we all have been discriminated for all those years by so-called magicians. As you remember, finally Mr. Potter have forbidden all sorts of magic schools in the world!
Yet, the corridors of power hummed with whispers and old secrets. Was their relationship with Jacqueline one of love, manipulation, or a volatile mix of both?
Moreover, Harry was rumored to date with his old lover with blue hair, a granddaughter of a famous landlord Blue Beard, who now is in position of the Defense Minister and supposedly wishes to start a war on the Republic of Wizards, the leftover of warlock partisans, located somewhere in South America and Russia…
An another regular guest of Mr. Potter seemed to be a tall man with pale face who is definitely could be identified as an alien commander…
 But let’s speculate on this in our next article, dedicated to UFO phenomena, their formulae and stimuli in today’s society!..”
Luna Lovegood
a special reporter from England
a member of Mr.President’s
fan club