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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Plot, new characters, new magical
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then please kindly ask. JK Rowling's characters and Wizarding Universe are all
uniquely hers.

Summary: AU: What if everything we
ever read in JK Rowling�s books was real � including the people characterised? What would you do if you found yourself
caught up in that reality knowing what was to come? SS, RL, OC

Fantasy/Drama

This story is rated R/M.

ENIGMA

Chapter 001: The Great Escape

Jessica Newkirk
rushed into her favourite bookshop to get out of the pouring rain. It had been
another stressful day at work but thank god it was Friday. No more politics or
bad managers with nasty attitudes � nothing could spoil her good mood. And at
least she could finally get her hands on the book everyone had been screaming
about for weeks.

�Hey
Noel!� she called out to the sales clerk who had become a good friend. Noel
Abernathy could always be counted on to recommend a good read. It was no thanks
to him that she�d become hooked on the Harry Potter books and this latest one
was apparently a scorcher. �I am here for my book bruh
man!�

�I don�t
know why you even bother,� he joked knowing she�d had a long wait to her latest
payday before she could afford �Harry
Potter and the Half-Blood Prince�. He didn�t know how she could cope being
paid once a month. He couldn�t even manage being paid once a week. �I don�t
think I know anyone else who has read all the spoiler forums like you have!�

A spotty
teenager not unlike the character of Stan Shunpike in the books looked her
over.

�Do wot? Readin� the goings-on before the book were
out? You must be a strong laydee�

Jessica
tried not to laugh. He even sounded like the fictional Londoner who was the
conductor of the Knight Bus in the books.

�Knowing
some of the overall points doesn�t take away from the
enjoyment of the books,� she said firmly, fully aware that the corners of her
mouth were forming into a distinct smirk not unlike one of the more interesting
characters in the book.

�Snape�s
a bastard!� a woman yelled slamming her copy of �Harry Potter and the
Half-Blood Prince� on the front counter after bursting through the doors. �I
want my money back!�

Noel
nearly choked on his caf� latte. �I am terribly sorry Madame, but we cannot
give you your money back simply because you don�t like what Ms. Rowling has
written�� he said in his oiliest voice. �If you have your receipt, we may be
able to give you a credit voucher for the full amount, provided the book is within
14 days of purchase and in re-saleable condition.�

Jessica
wandered over to the Fiction section and laughed under her breath as she
checked out the latest in the
Cross-Stitch series by Diana Gabaldon. Noel and
Angela had come over for a small dinner party she�d thrown for some friends and
had everyone crying with laughter about the number of irate Harry Potter fans
wanting their money back because Snape killed Dumbledore, Hermione was hooking
up with Ron when she was supposed to be with Harry and why the hell wasn�t she the
girl-power superhero that fan fiction and the films had made her out to be.

The woman
was beginning to cause a scene. �I want to see the Manager!� she screamed.

�Very
well Madame,� Noel said with a submissive shrug of his shoulders. Far be it
from him as only a Senior Manager himself (clearly indicated on his name tag) to
try and resolve the problem himself. He appreciated that he looked young, but a
manager was a manager.

He strode
over to one of the front windows where a whippet-thin woman dressed in a
mish-mash of stripes and polka-dots with Doc Marten boots was fussing over a
display. Ironically enough it comprised the whole of the Harry Potter series to
date along with DVDs of the films and recorded book tapes. Anything Harry Potter
was a hot commodity � especially if it had Daniel Radcliffe
(who played Harry) or Alan Rickman (who played Professor Snape) on it. Even
Jessica had been eyeballing the life-size cardboard image of the cinematic
Severus Snape resplendent in his Edwardian uniform of frock coat, over-long
sleeves and buttoned pants that taunted the Snape fangirlies from the window.
There were more than a few of her girlfriends and a couple of guys as well that
would give their eye-teeth for it.

The
manageress quirked an eyebrow and gave a low �Harrumph� as she shifted her gaze towards the rather rotund woman
making a fuss who had just knocked over a sales display. Jessica had known
Angela Simmons, Senior Manager of the Buy The Book
Emporium, for almost as long as she�d known Noel. The customer was in the
deepest of shit and had not a clue. Angela tended to spend a lot of time on her
displays � her pride and joys.

Angela
walked calmly over to the counter and enquired politely how she might be of
assistance. The demented middle-aged Alan Rickman fan screeched the place down
about �Snape the murdering bastard� and how she wanted her money back. �We have
been betrayed!� she shrieked.

�Sure you have�� Angela said blithely. �But dear me, Madame. Are these�coffee and Spaghetti Bolognese stains all through this book?� She
turned the book over. �And is that�is that.. is that a cigarette burn on the back?�

Angela
was a lot like Jessica � even if a book was well-read and much loved it was
always kept in pristine condition. For a customer to be making such a fuss
about a book they soiled � well this
woman clearly had another thing coming to think she would be able to get away
with such nonsense.

Another
minute and the woman was politely sent packing with
her soiled property. �Well I never! I won�t be coming here again believe you
me!� the woman huffed as she forced her portly frame through the wide entrance
to the shop.

�Like
that�s a threat!� Jessica snorted as Noel rolled his eyes. �You guys are better
than me � I couldn�t put up with that. Cheeky moo � deserved a slap and all!�

The Stan
Shunpike clone guffawed and handed over a wad of crinkly pound notes for his
Harry Potter calendars, card game, Lego set and poster book.

�Have a
nice day; y�all come back now � ya hear?� Noel chortled
in a way that Jessica knew meant he was seriously taking the mick out of the
lad.

Two more
customers and finally he could see to Jessica. �Won�t be two ticks�� he called
out as he raced behind a door marked �Employees Only�.
A moment later and he came back not only with her copy of �Half-Blood Prince� but also another Snape figure like the one in
the window.

�What
the�?� Jessica sputtered.

�Ooer if you don�t want it the garbagemen
will be here in the morning,� Noel said mockingly as he faked taking the
display to be torn down.

�Let�s
not be hasty��

Angela
roared with laughter. �What are you like! You have ANY
idea how many people have been in here trying to get a hold of the one in the
window? Why I had to put up the gate and lock it!�

�Jesus H.
Christ�well at least I�ll have something to stare at while I am sitting at home
although I won�t be on the dole this time��

Noel and
Angela exchanged startled glances. �You were fired?� he asked failing to hide
his shock and dismay.

�Nope�I
quit. I�ve had enough of the backbiting and bullshit. I�m a graphic designer �
what the hell do I care about investment banking.�

Noel knew
that despite the considerable front Jessica was putting up � she really had
tried her best with that job. She�d been made redundant two years ago from an
American investment firm and had become homeless in the aftermath. Through a
lot of hard work and a heavy dose of luck she�d found the one charity in the
whole of the British Isles let alone London that catered to the �unclassified�
homeless; people who couldn�t get the help they desperately needed because they
weren�t expectant mothers, asylum seekers, mentally ill, drug addicts or alcoholics.
Jessica had simply been a woman who�d had a serious round of bad luck and all
she wanted was a real chance to get back on her feet and make the most of the
talent she knew she had.

Their
friend had spent many a night on the streets of London, not wanting to impose
on her friends with her misfortune and just over a year ago had taken on the
first job to be offered to her for a long time with a Swiss asset management
firm. It had been many months before anyone had known the truth and extent of
her problems. Jessica had still come around now and again, immaculately turned
out as ever; but never said a word about how she was having
to live. It was horrifying to everyone that knew her when they realised the degree to which she�d fallen on
hard times. But Jessica just got on with things as she knew she must. She had
no close family; despite her Queen�s English accent she was actually American �
and Native American at that. It had been many years since she�d been in contact
with any of her blood. Like everything else about what she did and did not do,
there was a reason for that.

Noel knew
he needed to tread very carefully here. The last thing he needed to do was
sound like he was being overly critical and unsupportive of her decision. �But
� you�re still getting on your feet and all no thanks to Dave�� Dave was Jessica�s
ex-husband, the other reason she�d been made homeless laden with a mountain of
debt that he�d run up under her name. She given him the pass codes to her bank
accounts feeling that as her husband he should know these things and he�d bled
her dry before taking off to parts unknown. No one would be happier than her,
Noel had thought, to get her life back.

�Oh �
don�t worry. I finally decided to do what we were talking a while back.�

�No!�
Angela said dropping a pile of Harry Potter calendars for 2006. �You mean��

�Yep! I am moving to Scotland and thanks to the moonlighting I don�t have to
worry about income. I�ve got enough going to keep me busy��

Noel
threw his arms around Jessica and gave her a big hug. �Well done you � takes
guts to do what you�re doing.� He looked downcast though, and Jessica realised just how much she was leaving behind and the
impact it would have on at least a few people.

�I�d be
really hacked off if you didn�t come up to stay sometimes�� she chided him and
Angela. �I�m going to miss you guys you know��

�But when? Where are you going to live? What moonlighting?� Angela
blurted out as she closed the doors and put up the �Closed� sign.

�I�ll
tell you all about it � dinner at mine?�

�You�re
on � give us 20 minutes to close down�.� Angela said as she went to the lower
ground floor to close out the other two registers and see to the staff.

�Here �
give us a hand for old time�s sake�� Noel said as he handed her
the key to one of the two registers on the counter.

Jessica
had come in to help them on occasion in return for help when she was
struggling. She wouldn�t let anyone give her anything. She preferred to earn
her way doing whatever task that would get her what she needed; it was better
than being on the street and it was honourable.

Angela
and Noel owned the whole building as well as the business. They lived in a
large maisonette over the shop and Jessica had taken
the small derelict one bedroom flat at the top and fixed it up while working
shifts at the shop. Angela and Noel didn�t need the money as such from rent,
but Jessica wouldn�t hear of it once she had steady work. She�d paid her way
fairly and honestly � and made good friends in the process. Anyway � thanks to
her the flat was worth a lot more than when it had stood empty and neglected
for so many years.

Jessica
and Noel chatted as they counted out the drawers and made the necessary
notations in the bank ledgers. Jessica packed up the till rolls, notes and
coins and put them in the bank bags for Angela to deposit at the merchant
bankers in the morning.

After the
manageress locked away the takings in the office vault and locked up behind the
departing employees, she, Noel and Jessica went down a back corridor that led
to a staircase to the flats.

�Bloody
hell, we need to get a lift in here�� Noel groaned as he huffed and puffed his
way up the final flight of stairs.

�Stop
that smoking and it won�t be a problem. Hey � watch his head � that�s taking
pride of place in my studio�� Jessica sniffed as she pointed to the gigantic
Snape display.

�Your WHAT?�

Jessica
unlocked her door and ushered her friends inside.

�You
sound like a fangirl,� Angela teased.

�Who, moi? Snape�s a fictional character for
god�s sake!�

�Could
have had me fooled the way that idiot was carrying on��

��Idiot� � is that something like a
dunderhead?� Jessica asked sweetly only to have a sofa cushion thrown at her.

She
turned on a couple of lamps in her small sitting room and poured out a glass of
wine for her guests after depositing her life-sized cardboard Snape in a corner.
�How about a roast dinner � I was going to do SpagBol
� but I rather expect you aren�t interested after that little scene downstairs��

�Erm �
yeah�. Yorkshire puddings as well?� Noel asked rubbing
his stomach. �With Gravy too?�

�Oh here
we go�� Angela cackled as she took a seat at the counter separating the kitchen
from the sitting room after Jessica put on her �Experiencing Jill Scott� CD. �He�ll take whatever�s going so long
as he doesn�t have to cook!�

�Nevermind that � give us the goss!� Noel said rolling his eyes.

�Well �
you know how I have been tired and everything for a while?� Jessica began as
she seasoned a leg of lamb.

�Uh huh��

�I�ve
been working from home most nights. That�s why I haven�t done much socialising. Remember that chap I told you about � the one
with the Art Gallery in Inverness? Well he was serious in his offer about me
doing some work for him. I did a web site and a brochure.

It did
well enough for him and he recommended me to some other connections � including
a few good-sized businesses in Edinburgh and Glasgow. Sometimes I�ve been
working flat out, but I wanted to be sure where I stood before I gave up the
day job�the fact that I knew Gaelic was a serious advantage�granted, they
didn�t know what to make of a Scots-Gaelic-speaking Native American��

�Good on
you, Jess � really,� Angela said beaming proudly. �I can�t think of anyone who
deserves it more��

�Well � I
worked hard for it and if it wasn�t for you guys who knows where I�d be? Went
in today and handed in my notice. Miss Marie decided I wouldn�t be needed to
serve out the six weeks so they put me on �gardening leave��

�Well
that�s stupid,� Noel said forcefully. �She�s cutting off her nose to spite her
face��

�They
have no idea about anything that I was doing�I am not allowed to take a new job
in the six weeks � but I checked with two solicitors and that doesn�t apply to
self-employment according to the terms of my contract.�

��and they
are giving you money really�� he added�

�Please�
with all the extra time I put in that I never got paid for � it�s the least
that they owe me. And she was fit to be tied when she was told she can�t get in
a temp. Joanna is calling out now most days � taking the mick because she can��

�And
women wonder why they get so much grief in the corporate world when they get preggers,� Noel said ruefully. �Honestly � you�d think she
was the only woman to ever conceive the way she carries on!�

�Don�t
get me started on that!�

�So �
when are you going?� Angela asked quietly. �Not too soon I hope��

�I closed
on this cottage I found this past Monday, actually. It�s perfect. Three
bedrooms, a converted attic and there is an extension that I can use as a
workspace rather than wasted storage space. The view won�t be half bad either
once I get some money together to sort out the gardens. Thanks to the money I
have saved from Aunt Sadie I�ll be alright� Two weeks from now I can move into
my new home. I just wanted to make sure everything was sorted before I said��

Jessica�s
aunt had died shortly after she�d started working again and had left her with a
decent amount of money � minus the inheritance tax when all was said and done.
She�d cleared off the last of her debts and paid back friends who�d loaned her
money when she needed it. There was enough to get a small property and given
the extortionate price of real estate all over Britain � it was a windfall that
was desperately needed, although she would have wished for it to come some
other way.

�Well � I
propose a toast,� Noel said lifting his glass. �Here is to the great escape
from the insanity that is London town and a future filled with bright
blessings!�

�Here here!� Angela said clinking her
glass against his and Jessica�s.

�Slainte,� Jessica said in Scots Gaelic.

�Show
off!� Noel roared through laughter.

�Listen �
why don�t you guys come up for Samhain? You could do it properly this year
� out in the countryside instead of your flat,� Jessica suggested. �I�ve even
got a good-sized set of Standing Stones near the property � just up from the
Loch��

Noel and
Angela were practicing Wiccans and Samhain, which fell on October 31^st,
was perhaps the most important of the Harvest Festivals � a time to acknowledge
the ending of the yearly cycle with a view towards rebirth and the New Year.
Native Americans had quite a bit in common with their Pagan brothers and
sisters, and Jessica felt very comfortable supporting her friends in their
beliefs and practices, especially being so far from home and cut off, in a
sense, from her own.

�Really?� Angela gasped as Jessica showed them some pictures she had
taken of the property. �God it would be so��

�Fantastic!�
Noel enthused.

�Great �
that gives me just over two months to get myself situated��

�Here�s
to Scotland!� Angela said raising her glass once more.

�To Scotland!� Jessica and Noel chimed in.

�xxxXXXxxx�

�God � I
am really going to miss these,� Angela said packing the binders that housed the
Harry Potter fan fiction that Jessica wrote a week later. Before Jess posted on
FanFiction
. net she always let Angela and Noel read them
first. It was the ultimate act of trust for her � to have finally trusted her closest
friends with her minds eye and the stirrings of her spirit. For some odd reason
it was always easier to share with strangers on the net rather than friends �in
the real world�. But there were several strangers that she counted as good
friends through a mutual love of writing Harry Potter fan fiction though they
had never met

�I can
always email chapters to you as I write them��

�Ahh it
won�t be the same � I�ll miss coming up here to read and discuss things with
you�the way you write Snape � Jesus Christ!�

Jessica
nodded gravely. �Yeah � I know what you mean. I�m going to miss it too... the
phone bills would be extortionate...and well � anyone who isn�t JK Rowling is
writing their own interpretations of the characters and her world no matter how
�canon� it seems aren�t they? �

Angela
thumbed through one unfinished epic, �Damn � it�s a shame Cameron had to die;
as much as I love Snape I think Cam was better for Audrey��

�That
wouldn�t happen to be because he�s Scots and a Highlander would it? Shades of Diana Gabaldon!�

The two
women cackled as Noel frowned and repeated his oft-told mantra about what he
perceived to be the unrealistic fantasy element of their stories. Both knew he
was insecure in some ways � some of their fictional male characters behaved in
ways real men never would he�d said time and time again and some of the women
were either too tragic or too damn perfect. But Jessica had always pointed out
that sometimes fiction served a purpose in enabling people to live out their
fantasies, purge their own demons or perhaps set a standard for themselves. It
was only when people confused fantasy with reality that there was a problem.
And lord knows she hadn�t heard of anyone leaving their marriage or
relationship for someone that didn�t exist.

�I could
tell you some stories about some of the Snape fans�� Angela said knowingly.
�Some of the stuff posted in the forums you just would not believe!�

�You guys
are preaching to the choir,� Jessica said earnestly. �You might as well scrap
hundreds of years of literary achievement with that mindset. Scrap about
Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus if you want � but many of the
classics contain just that. Doesn�t mean you can�t take something of value from
them or just enjoy the storytelling for its own sake now does it? And if
someone is ignoring their relationship for the sake of a fictional character �
well where do you go with that!�

�I hate
it when you are so reasonable�� Noel said with a roll of his eyes.

�Stories
and characters just are what they are � you either relate to them or you don�t.
I�ll never make it to the Times bestsellers list � but at least I have
something that makes my life just that bit richer� But I do have a life outside
of what I read and write myself� I�m nothing like the lunatics that come into
the shop raving like Severus Snape and Remus Lupin are real� I�m lonely,
yeah�but I�ve been alone for a good while now��

Noel and
Angela glanced at each other ruefully and then returned to the task at hand.
They knew that Jessica had just been burnt yet again in matters of the heart.
So much of her longings and inner turmoil were a focal point of her
storytelling and characterisations.

They could
only wonder what the words on her pages would say were she to have real
happiness.

�xxxXXXxxx�

A few
days after the movers had come and began the long drive to Scotland, Jessica
set off. It was a typically rainy Autumn day in London
and she couldn�t say that she would miss the place right away. She was sat
stuck in a traffic jam trying to get to Kings Cross for the GNER Flying
Scotsman service to Edinburgh where she would change over for a local service
to Inverness. From Inverness would be driving to her new home on Loch Looemond, having only just gotten the very first Driver�s
License she�d ever had in her life being a city girl.

As she
sat in traffic stuck on a bus, Jessica thought about the night before. There
had been a massive blow-out of a party at a local nightspot near the old flat
in Fulham and she�d been surprised at how many people
turned up. A number of them didn�t want to know her when times where really
rough, but she was unfailingly polite and high-spirited.

�Hi
there,� came a soft South African lilt over Jessica�s shoulder. �This is really
something, hey?�

She took
a deep breath and turned around to face the source of her latest heartache.
She�d let Roberto know how she treasured the way he made her feel in poem and
in song and had been rudely rejected for it. Because they worked for the same
company (although on different floors and in different departments) she�d had
to solider on as if nothing had happened. He certainly had done in spite of his
claims that they were friends. But deep down each knew that he was running away
from the attraction that had been there from the very start and that he had
never really treated her as a friend�certainly not one his sacred inner circle.

Roberto
couldn�t do anything without the considered opinions of his best friend and his
brother � both of whom she�d never met no matter how many times it had been
mentioned but never happened. He was extremely cautious, deeply repressed and
in denial. And much like the original characters she wrote about, Jessica had mistakenly
thought she could make such a difference in his life that he would take the
steps to really be true to himself and the feelings buried deep inside that had
been alluded to more than once.

She had
been fooling herself of course. He was still too hung up on the ex-girlfriend
who was one of his roommates to really appreciate that he could have what he
claimed he wanted. But really � he wanted the world romantically; he just
didn�t want it with her.

All he
ever talked about was Sylvia to anyone who would listen. There wasn�t a strand
of conversation that didn�t somehow turn into tirades, sentimentality or
daydreams about her � a girl who was more teenager than woman in her mind and
character and who apparently had never even been attracted to him anyway.
They�d never even slept together let alone snogged;
something else that didn�t make sense. Thought she�d never met the girl,
Jessica couldn�t help but have a sense of dislike.

What the
hell had she been thinking anyway, Jessica thought to
herself. He had been so rude to her, and then butter wouldn�t melt in his mouth
as he pretended that nothing had happened and turned everything around on her.
She had long been over him, but the experience had marked her definitely as
much as any other life experience had.

�Cracking
party,� she acknowledged politely out loud. �My mates did a great job� So what
brings you here? Passing by on your way home?�

She knew
damn well that he lived in Morden, suburban London in
Surrey, and he hadn�t been invited. The bloody cheek, she thought to herself,
to show up here uninvited after the way he�d treated her.

�Oh � I
thought everyone was coming�� her unwanted guest stammered

�I�m not
friendly with everyone � just the
people my mates invited. Anyone else is gatecrashing��

It was
clear that Roberto didn�t know what to make of the Jessica standing before him
with blatant disinterest written across her face. Noel and Angela had already
seen a few unwanted would-be revelers out. The South African was just another
to add to her shit list. Jessica walked over to the door and held it open. Her days of brooking with unacceptable behaviour
was long past.

�No one
gets in here unless they are on the list from now on alright?� she said to the
bouncers manning the door.

�No
problem Miss,� said a heavy thick-set man with a South London accent. �There a
problem here?�

�Yes �
kindly escort this gentleman out
please�� came a cool reply.

Jessica had
turned on her heels and left the stunned young man to be turfed
out into the night.

�xxxXXXxxx�

It had
been one hell of a journey to her new home. Jessica had made the train at
King�s Cross with minutes to spare � ironically from the Platform used as Harry
Potter�s Platform 9 � in the films she had to admit she quite liked. Of course
being British transport there were the obligatory delays and she�d narrowly
made the train to Inverness. As it was, she didn�t drive up to her front door
until almost 10pm.

Jessica
had been lucky though � early in the day following her first night in her new
house (sleeping on the floor) the movers turned up. As she�d had very little to
begin with it didn�t take long for them to unload their van. Most of what she
had was books and they would take pride of place in her expansive sitting room.

The kitchen
things were unpacked first followed by the books and her clothes. Surging on
adrenaline, Jessica found the energy to get herself settled. Where most people
would have probably taken at least a week to unpack, she wasn�t one to waste
time. Within three days of moving in she was completely unpacked; there was a
place for everything and everything was in its place. Even her computer
equipment was set up in the studio space not far from her books on digital art
and graphic design. The second and third days it rained something fierce. But
having stocked her larder and fridge just after the movers left, Jessica found there
was no need to go out.

She spoke
briefly to Angel and Noel; to reassure them that she�d made it just fine and
was happy enough. They were concerned, as it seemed that somehow her leaving
had sparked something in Roberto. He�d stopped in, wanting to chat about her.

�Ah � now
that I am not there to make googly eyes at him he
acknowledges what he could have had� too late��

�This is us,� Noel said on the
three-way call, �You don�t have to put up that front you know� it�s ok to admit you still like him.�

�It�s not
a front, not any more� There was time I would have moved heaven and earth for
him. But I don�t feel anything anymore and that�s not a bad thing, trust me��

�Ok hun �
but if you want to talk or anything�� Angela cut in.

�All I
want is for people that didn�t give a shit to just leave me alone to be honest�
Let Roberto pine away over Sylvia and be someone else�s problem� I let him bend
my ear for too long about her. Now that I�m not there he�s bending your ear
about me � and he doesn�t even know you guys! There�s something and someone out
there better for me. I�ve spent a huge part of my life alone, I�m not afraid of
it even if I don�t particularly like it��

�Good on you � sounds like Scotland
agrees with you��

�It�s
hard to explain � but I just feel� I needed to come here for a reason. When
everything is as it should be, then everything else will come� Everything
working out the way it has, even the bad stuff, there was a reason for all of
it� I just have to wait and see��

�You�re beginning to sound like us��

�I�m just
getting back to who I am, inside. It�s been a long time, but I am glad she�s
back� The thing with Roberto didn�t kill me; it only made me stronger, just
like Dave.�

They
talked a bit more about the goings on in London. There was no longing, no pang
of regret, no feeling like she was missing out � nothing. Jessica felt nothing
that could be considered negative about the doors she had closed or the ones
that had been closed for her.

After a
time Jessica bid her friends goodbye so that she could finish setting up the
studio. But she did have one fleeting thought about the past as her eyes
flitted across the cardboard Snape guarding her like a malevolent talisman from
his appointed corner.

How sad
was it that the thought of someone who at one time stirred great passion in
her, enough such that she�d written the best prose of her life, now only left
her feeling�

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Reassured
by the lack of inspiration from the latest love lost, Jessica Newkirk sat down at
her computer to write for the first time in her new home. Watched over by her guardian
angel she began a new story finding the old unfinished ones inspired by a
repressed and ultimately unrequited love no longer relevant or worth her time�
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