The Unexpected ((Jack))

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme walked through the gloomy streets of London, not watching where she was going. She ran into a few people, all of whom she glared at. Why Cameron? Why does he have to stay? I want Tessa, I want someone who's really like me. She thought as she walked slowly through a deserted alley. Cameron had just announced that he would be home the whole summer while Tessa would have to go to work, the whole summer. Padme had felt like she had been cheated, and she had walked out of the house without a glance back. The little apartment was now out of eye-sight. Padme sighed and leaned against the brick wall. She had no where to run; no where to hide. She knew no muggles or magical people that lived around here. The result was that she was lost with no where to go except back home. That was the only solution for her problem. She stood up straight, her dark hair flying out behind her as she ran the length of the alley. She came out to a dirt road, with only a few huge houses on the sides. She stared at the nearest one which happened to be a bright blue color. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and slipped into one of their hedges.

She sat down in the small space that was in between the house and the hedge. Padme was tired and scared to be found, but she didn't mind if a muggle saw her. She would just tell them that she had thought that it was her house. Muggles believed anything. She smiled and looked up at the house that was looming over her. No windows were in sight of her and that meant no one could see her. She relaxed her tense musceles and closed her eyes, trying to make everything go away.

She woke up suddenly and noticed that it was dark outside. Very dark. Padme stood up, brushing the dirt off of her pants. I can't believe I fell asleep! Now I won't be able to find my way back! Padme started to panic now, the only place to go was inside this house. She walked cautiously toward the door and was about to open the door when it opened itself. In the frame stood a man, tall and menacing. The last thing she remembered was the man yelling, "Stupify!" and the green grass hitting her face.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack woke up the next morning feeling horribly drowsy. Bobby was sitting on his bedside, a grin on his face. Jack was the only one who knew Bobby well enough to know he had feelings. Roger thought he was just a servant, but Bobby was more human than Roger ever was. Bobby was actually very strong, he could lift Jack up onto his shoulders if he wanted, and he was very smart. Jack had a hinting suspicion that Bobby snuck off into the library to read. Bobby was very fun to be around, but whenever Roger was around, anyone could mistake him for just a stupid servant.

"Hello, Bobby." Jack said, while stifling a huge yawn.

"Mornin' sir," Bobby said earnestly. "Guess what? Master's going to be gone for the whole day! We get control of the manor!" Bobby's face glowed at the prospect and his eyes glazed over. "Think of it, sir. Maybe we could set a few traps for Master? That would be great! I have just the stuff to do it too." Bobby slid of Jack's bed and bounded out of the room. Jack told Bobby to wait a few minutes while he took a shower and dressed. Once done with that, Jack stumbled out of his room and ran into Bobby.

"What the hell?!" Jack shouted as he playfully punched Bobby's shoulder. Bobby was like an older brother to him. Bobby was fifteen years old. Tessa had tried to adopt him, but Roger simply wouldn't let it be. So, he was a servant instead. Jack smiled and grabbed Bobby's sleeve. For a servant, Bobby was rather clean and good-looking. Jack knew that Bobby often took a shower once a day and that he took some of Jack's clothes. It was not too long ago that Jack had thought of Bobby as just a servant. Now, everything had changed dramatically, for the better. Bobby ran down the stairs and then more stairs until his was at the basement of the six-story house. Jack clutched a stitch in his chest, but it soon went away. Bobby's room was very neat even though it was very small. Bobby walked over to the drawer and pulled it open. Inside lay all sorts of things that could be jokes. A biting teacup, a fake wand, dungbombs, fireworks, and more. Jack stared in awe at all the things Bobby had collected.

"Where'd you get those?" he whispered. Bobby shook his head but said nothing. Jack knew that Bobby wouldn't tell him; Bob was a real trickster and surpriser. Jack smiled as he pulled out a few of the things and held them up so he could look at them. "These are great, Bob! Wait till Roger gets tricked by all of these things!" Jack stopped as Bobby shook his head yet again.

"We'll have to wait until he gets back, sir. Otherwise, none of it will work." Bobby sounded very upset about his, but Jack tried to look at the bright side of things.

"Alright. So what if we have to wait? He'll be home soon enough."

Ten hours later, Jack and Bobby could be found sitting on the couch. "You know how time drags when you want it to go by fast?" Bobby said, his eyes closing. It was ten at night, past Bob's bed time. Jack suppressed a laugh and said, "Yeah. That's exactly what's happening now." Jack's eyelids were starting to droop too, and in an hour, the two boys were fast asleep.

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Roger Rendel was going to apparate back home, but he decided to drive in a car. It was unlike him to drive, since it was a muggle thing, but he wanted to give it a try. He couldn't wait until he got home. He wanted to give Jack a good hit and smack Servant. The thoughts amused him, so he hit the accelerator. He sped past a few houses before he was in front of his home. Roger was about to step inside when he thought he heard something moving in the..hedges. Confused, he stepped forward. If this is Jack he's going to get the beating of his life. He decided to go in and see if whoever it was would follow. They did, to Roger's great surprise. He opened the door, took out his wand and knocked out the person standing in the doorway.

It was a girl, younger than Jack, with thick brown. Roger lifted her by magic and let her into the house. Everything was quiet. Roger would have to blame this on Jack. "JACK!" he roared. "GET DOWN HERE! NOW!" Satisfied, he turned back to the motionless girl. He would have to question her later. Once Jack got down here, he would find out who this is.

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Jack woke up suddenly when he heard his name called. Oh no, father's back. Hell's here. Jack stumped downstairs, Bob was still sleeping soundly. He rounded a few corners and walked a few stairs before he came across his father. On his bed was....Jack's heart pounded hard in his throat....Padme. "Who is this?" Roger demanded.

"It's...a girl from school," Jack lied. He looked at the unconscious girl. Padme's features had softened considerably. Her face was blank and her eyes closed, but her hair fell around her face and Jack couldn't help but be reminded of an angel. He glared at his father. "I'm sorry that she bothered you. Is is alright if she stays here for a while?" Roger seemed to hate the very idea, but for some reason he said that she could. Jack nodded and tried to pick Padme up. He failed, since Jack wasn't strong, so he had to call Bobby.

"Bob!" Jack called up. He heard a soft thundering on the stairs and then Bob's anxious face appeared. He saw Padme and gasped. It was a good thing Roger had left the room. He didn't ask Jack who it was, he just obediently picked up the girl and carried her up the stairs. Once in Jack's bedroom, Bob laid Padme on the bed.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Ah, now that's a relief. I'm floating to heaven. Boy, would that be a relief. No worries, no fights, no grass.... I feel the angel holding me now, bringing me ever upwards. I never knew angels were warm to the touch. This angel is. I guess no one would know since no one comes back from death, do they? Well, the sooner I leave this world the better, since there is almost nothing here to be looking forward to. I don't belong here. I wish to leave and visit occasionally, perhaps. OUCH! My head just scraped something! Wait, if my head hit something.... aren't angels transparent, like ghosts? But...if that's true....then I'm not dead. I'm alive but asleep, I think. I wonder what I'm laying on. Whatever it is, it's really soft. Wait...what's that noise? Whispers? Angels whisper? Padme slowly opened her eyes; lifting her head slightly off the bed she was laying on. At first, all she could see was the outline of the people gathered around her, but as they stepped closer to her, she noticed one of their faces. It was her brother, Jack. What's he doing here? Where am I? Who is that boy beside Jack? Her head reeled with questions. Padme opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her head was fit to burst any moment now; she must have hit that grass hard.

"I-I....where am....I?" She managed to ask before resting her head on the bed. It felt like a heavy weight, something impossible to hold up. The bed was comfortable, but as Padme turned her head to look at it, she saw something that made her gasp. It was the dark mark; the mark of the Death Eaters. Padme's eyes widened slightly. This isn't heaven.....it's hell.

[Jack Rendel S5]

Jack and Bobby exchanged worried looks and then looked back down at the small girl that was a Rendel. "Sir, maybe we should-?"
"No," Jack said firmly, his voice reverberating through the room. "She'll be all right. She's strong." True to his words, Padme's eyes fluttered open. She looked around, looking completely bewildered and then spoke in a strangled voice. Jack gazed down at her and spoke softly, as though he was talking to a dying person. "It's all right, Padme. You're at my house, and my dad wasn't sure who you were, so he stunned you. He doesn't trust anyone these days, not even me and Bob." He said while looking down at her with concern. He had never seen Padme look so weak. She seemed quite frightened too, when she looked at Jack's bed. Jack didn't have a doubt in his mind why; his bedsheets bore the Dark Mark.


"Sir, what are we going to do? She doesn't look good. She's all pale and clammy."
"Probably just taken by surprise," Jack waved away the matter. "Go get a pillow, Bob. Prop her head on it. That's about all we can do. We can't let Roger know it's Padme Rendel. We just can't." Bob nodded to show he understood and glanced around before grabbing a nearby pillow. Jack watched as Bob propped Padme's head on it, using the utmost care. Once that was done, Jack smiled at Bob.

"So, I'm going to sleep on the floor and you can go in your own bed. I don't want her to start in the morning." Jack told Bobby and with a wave of his hand he dismissed him. Bobby walked out of the room and closed the door silently. Jack looked down at Padme once more before getting his spare blankets and laying them out on the floor.