JERRY SMITH - BOOK TWO
written by ⧫︎Lydia Goldstein⧫︎
This is the second book of Jerry Smith. Enjoy! And, as I always say, if you like my book you can owl me, for your feedback is very valuable! Thanks so much!! (And btw, this is in progress. Remember that!:D
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
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~Exasperation~
Chapter 2
Jerry reached home soon. There, he saw his home. The apple trees rested on the roof of his house. They had certainly grown since he had been gone.
He wiped his shoes on the mat outside the front door then slowly he turned the door knob. His mother was standing right there, a frown on her face.
"Jerry," she said seriously. "You got EXPELLED? I just knew you would get into such trouble!"
"Mum...." Jerry started.
"No, Jerry! And you were looking after a whelp?" she uttered a scream.
"Mum - " Jerry started again.
"No!" Jerry's mum shouted again. Then she sighed. "I'll leave your father to it." Then she left the room.
Jerry stood there for a second then put his bags on the floor. As soon as he had entered the lounge, his dad was there. "I've heard what you've done, Jerry. Taking care of a dragon? Are you kidding?" he said quietly.
"Dad, I've just got home! I mean, right, I know it's not great that I can't go to Hogwarts or anything, but I just -" Jerry paused.
"Jerry - ah, it's no use," said Jerry's dad. "Just sit down and have lunch." He pointed to the table, where some sandwiches were waiting there for him.
Jerry nodded. His dad left the lounge and Jerry heard him talking to mum.
He sat down and gobbled up his sandwiches hungrily. He was, even though he had had so much food on the train.
He sat at the table, thinking for a while. The Ministry of Magic would come today - now.
He was perfectly right.
The flames of the fire sparked green and someone appeared there. It was Cornelius Fudge.
Jerry jumped up from the table. "Uh - uh - Fudge!"
Fudge glared at him. "Sir, you mean!" he snapped.
"Uh - yes sir!" said Jerry quickly.
"We've come here on the account of... you!" Fudge said. "I am shocked. Very! Now where is your wand?"
"You're going to....?"
"Not yet, not yet!" snapped Fudge. "Just give it here!"
"Yes - sir," said Jerry and he reluctantly handed his wand over to Fudge, who passed it to Kingsley Shackebolt behind him. He pocketed it.
Jerry stared at Kingsley's pocket, then Fudge said, "Where is your father, Smith?"
"In - in the kitchen," said Jerry.
Fudge walked into the kitchen, with Kingsley behind him.
"Uh, hello Mr. Smith," said Fudge to dad. "I heard your son has been -"
Jerry left the kitchen. He didn't want to hear what they said, or see when they break his wand. He tramped up stairs and opened a door to his bedroom. He looked around it. He hadn't been in there for ages. Posters were stuck on the wall - he had done that when he had been little.
He jumped onto his bed and lay down. In a second he was asleep.
He wiped his shoes on the mat outside the front door then slowly he turned the door knob. His mother was standing right there, a frown on her face.
"Jerry," she said seriously. "You got EXPELLED? I just knew you would get into such trouble!"
"Mum...." Jerry started.
"No, Jerry! And you were looking after a whelp?" she uttered a scream.
"Mum - " Jerry started again.
"No!" Jerry's mum shouted again. Then she sighed. "I'll leave your father to it." Then she left the room.
Jerry stood there for a second then put his bags on the floor. As soon as he had entered the lounge, his dad was there. "I've heard what you've done, Jerry. Taking care of a dragon? Are you kidding?" he said quietly.
"Dad, I've just got home! I mean, right, I know it's not great that I can't go to Hogwarts or anything, but I just -" Jerry paused.
"Jerry - ah, it's no use," said Jerry's dad. "Just sit down and have lunch." He pointed to the table, where some sandwiches were waiting there for him.
Jerry nodded. His dad left the lounge and Jerry heard him talking to mum.
He sat down and gobbled up his sandwiches hungrily. He was, even though he had had so much food on the train.
He sat at the table, thinking for a while. The Ministry of Magic would come today - now.
He was perfectly right.
The flames of the fire sparked green and someone appeared there. It was Cornelius Fudge.
Jerry jumped up from the table. "Uh - uh - Fudge!"
Fudge glared at him. "Sir, you mean!" he snapped.
"Uh - yes sir!" said Jerry quickly.
"We've come here on the account of... you!" Fudge said. "I am shocked. Very! Now where is your wand?"
"You're going to....?"
"Not yet, not yet!" snapped Fudge. "Just give it here!"
"Yes - sir," said Jerry and he reluctantly handed his wand over to Fudge, who passed it to Kingsley Shackebolt behind him. He pocketed it.
Jerry stared at Kingsley's pocket, then Fudge said, "Where is your father, Smith?"
"In - in the kitchen," said Jerry.
Fudge walked into the kitchen, with Kingsley behind him.
"Uh, hello Mr. Smith," said Fudge to dad. "I heard your son has been -"
Jerry left the kitchen. He didn't want to hear what they said, or see when they break his wand. He tramped up stairs and opened a door to his bedroom. He looked around it. He hadn't been in there for ages. Posters were stuck on the wall - he had done that when he had been little.
He jumped onto his bed and lay down. In a second he was asleep.
