Jude Porter and the Next Generation
written by Andy Morales
[Borrowed/Adopted from [No Name] to continue]. Jude Porter is a boy who didn't really seem like much. That is, until he found out he was a wizard. He is kicked out of his home and finds himself living with other wizards as he starts his first year of Hogwarts.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Suspicions
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
"Are you sure, Emma?" James demanded in a panic after a few moments of tense silence. "You can't just say stuff like that if you're not sure."
Emma bit her lip, glancing around hesitantly. She leaned forward towards Jude since she knew he couldn't lean towards her, "None of the bludgers were tampered with before, and yet when you meet Lazarus, that's when things like this start to happen."
James' eyes lit up with realization, "I told you anyone who was a Voldemort fanatic is nothing but trouble. I bet he messed with the bludger."
"But how did he get to the bludgers?" Jude questioned while his friends looked at him incredulously.
"Wandless magic, Jude," James rolled his eyes. He then put his hand on his chin, contemplating. "You did it too when you were younger. Lazarus must be exceptional in magic to do wandless magic. Even people older than him would still have to use wands to cast spells."
Jude groaned painfully, moving his neck stiffly to try and find a more comfortable spot on his pillow. "I don't wanna think about this right now. I just got hit with a bludger; I don't think I should be thinking for about another week or so."
Emma sighed lightly. She stood up and put her hand on Jude's forehead gently, "Get well soon, okay?"
Jude smiled in reply, not wanting to move his stiff neck in a nod. The redheaded girl smiled back and walked out of the infirmary. James watched her leave before turning back to his friend, "What do you think is going through her head?"
"A lot," Jude mumbled. "It's nice that she's looking out for me." He grinned at James' noise of protest. "You too, mate. You're my best friend, of course it's nice you're looking after me too."
James chuckled, shaking his head. He then stood up as well, grinning down at his friend, "Alright. You best get better when I get back. You might get used to that bed and never come back to the dormitory."
Jude laughed lightly, grinning back at his friend as he walked away. He exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.
What was going on? What was going to go on? There was something in the making, and now Jude was a part of it. Lazarus was something on a whole different level, and Jude didn't know if he could compete with that.
He groaned mentally; he'd have to forget school if this was going on.
"Are you sure, Emma?" James demanded in a panic after a few moments of tense silence. "You can't just say stuff like that if you're not sure."
Emma bit her lip, glancing around hesitantly. She leaned forward towards Jude since she knew he couldn't lean towards her, "None of the bludgers were tampered with before, and yet when you meet Lazarus, that's when things like this start to happen."
James' eyes lit up with realization, "I told you anyone who was a Voldemort fanatic is nothing but trouble. I bet he messed with the bludger."
"But how did he get to the bludgers?" Jude questioned while his friends looked at him incredulously.
"Wandless magic, Jude," James rolled his eyes. He then put his hand on his chin, contemplating. "You did it too when you were younger. Lazarus must be exceptional in magic to do wandless magic. Even people older than him would still have to use wands to cast spells."
Jude groaned painfully, moving his neck stiffly to try and find a more comfortable spot on his pillow. "I don't wanna think about this right now. I just got hit with a bludger; I don't think I should be thinking for about another week or so."
Emma sighed lightly. She stood up and put her hand on Jude's forehead gently, "Get well soon, okay?"
Jude smiled in reply, not wanting to move his stiff neck in a nod. The redheaded girl smiled back and walked out of the infirmary. James watched her leave before turning back to his friend, "What do you think is going through her head?"
"A lot," Jude mumbled. "It's nice that she's looking out for me." He grinned at James' noise of protest. "You too, mate. You're my best friend, of course it's nice you're looking after me too."
James chuckled, shaking his head. He then stood up as well, grinning down at his friend, "Alright. You best get better when I get back. You might get used to that bed and never come back to the dormitory."
Jude laughed lightly, grinning back at his friend as he walked away. He exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully.
What was going on? What was going to go on? There was something in the making, and now Jude was a part of it. Lazarus was something on a whole different level, and Jude didn't know if he could compete with that.
He groaned mentally; he'd have to forget school if this was going on.
