IN THIS STORY, THE TIMELINE AND LOCATION OF THE OUTSIDERS AND HARRY POTTER ARE SEVERELY MESSED UP! WE KNOW THAT THE OUTSIDERS TAKES PLACE IN LIKE, THE 60's, AND HP TAKES PLACE IN THE 80's. THEY WILL BOTH TAKE PLACE IN 1985! DEAL WITH IT! ALSO, JAIDE AND JOHNNY CADE ARE HARRY AND EMILY POTTER! DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

J & JC, not H & EP!

Damn Socs. I hate them. They will beat you up for kicks. Like now. Nine are currently chasing me and my brother.

This is the first time that they noticed us… we blend in; we don't want to get caught up in the fights between the Greasers and the Socs. They all knew that we were there, we just wanted to be ignored and they forgot about us.

Again, damn. They're gaining. These are the ones who have jumped more of us on the East Side than the others put together. Bob and Dudley Dursley and their gang, they are the most vicious Socs of them all.

Dudley Dursley: age 15, height 5' 9", and weight 230, pastimes: jumping Greasers and those who live on the East Side, and football. He lost about 200 pounds between ages 9 and 14 while playing football.

Bob Dursley: age 18, height 6'4", and weight 270, pastimes: same as his brother. He helped his brother loose the weight after he lost weight too.

They and their gang are constantly beating up all of us from the East Side.

There's a gang from our side called the Greasers. They're the ones who keep the Socs in line. Otherwise, there may have been more killings.

"We'll get you Greasers! You can run, but you can't hide!" Bob yelled.

Dudley executed a football tackle and suddenly I was under all 230 pounds of him. Guess what? Not a good experience.

I saw my brother Johnny getting tackled by Bob, and suddenly I was aware of being punched, repeatedly. Now I knew why you never wanted to get caught by them.

Johnny got the worst of it, he had Bob and four others on him, Bob had these three rings that he was using to punch Johnny. That hurt just as badly as Dudley's rings.

It hurt worse than our father's beatings, with the belt.

He suddenly hit a bruise that had formed last night; it hurt so bad that I gasped, the first time that I had made a sound of pain in years.

Then the knife came out. It hurt worse than the rings. I screamed, Johnny screamed too.

Hopefully, some Greasers heard it and decided to come help us.

Evidently, they did. Seven people, obviously Greasers, came running towards us. They started chasing the Socs away, but it still hurt.

They came back to check on us. "Hey, are you ok?" one of them asked.

I coughed up blood in response. Let them figure it out.

"Darry, I don't think that they're doing too well," another one said.

"Yeah, they just got jumped. How would you feel?" another asked.

Just then my brother stood up, they tried to make him sit, but he wouldn't. "Let me see my sister!" he said to them.

"No, sit down! You can't move until we stop the bleeding!" another one said.

"NO! I gotta see if my sister is ok! It's the last thing I promised my parents!" he yelled.

I sat up and waved, "Johnny! I'm ok! Let them fix you up!"

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back down. "I was worried, Jaide…"

"Hell, I know! If these people hadn't saved us, they woulda killed us. I know it, same thing as Ronnie… Rest in peace, lil bro…" I said. I was silent for a minute. Ronnie may not have been my blood brother, but he was as close as one.

"Sorry, guys, bad memories," Johnny said. "They killed our little brother a few years ago. He was only six."

"Man, I thought that Socs were better than that! THEY SHOULD BE BETTER THAN THAT!" one of the twins with blonde hair said.

"That's Kyle Winston; he's got a soft spot for kids. I'm his twin, Dally," the other one said.

"I'm Darry Curtis and these are my brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy. These are Steve, Two-Bit, and you already know Dally and Kyle," Darry said.

I coughed up more blood. Guess I really didn't know how bad it was.

"Um, guys, we should get them to the hospital. It might be a good idea…" Ponyboy said.

"Gimme a minute, I'll get up," I said.

I tried, I really did. But I couldn't even stand up, Dudley had broken my leg. I just fell back down with a surprised gasp.

"Damn, she's hurt bad. Get her to the hospital! I'll be fine," Johnny said.

"I'm not going anywhere without Johnny. There's a chance they'll come back," I said.

A black haired man, a red haired woman, a Socy girl, and two Socy guys came up. I recognized them as the new people who came last month, the Potters, my ex-parents. They were the Potters and their two friends, family visiting the Dursleys. God help us.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?" the girl asked.

"Fine, I'm just fine, but my sister and brother aren't. Your family, the Dursleys right, they did this," Sodapop said. We always say that this person is in our immediate family, it helps us stay as protected as possible.

"They did? Why would they do something like that?" the woman asked.

"How long have you been here?" Dally asked.

"About 3 weeks, give or take…" the man said.

"Those of us from the East Side are considered 'Greasers' and all of you from the West Side are considered 'Socs' or 'Socy'. Socs consider themselves better than Greasers because they're richer. Most of you Socy people wouldn't talk to us except for to insult us," Ponyboy said. I coughed up more blood. "Hey, I'd love to tell you this, but right now, we need to get them to the hospital."

"Hey, don't mind me, I've had worse. Go on," I said.

"No, we're getting you and your brother to the hospital," the black haired man said.

"Ok, whatever; finish your story later if you want. I'm not in too terrible pain right now, I think Johnny got the worst of it," I said. I was already sending magic to heal up my wounds that weren't visible. I could see Johnny was too.

I was loaded into the Socy car, while Johnny was loaded into Darry's car. We could do nothing, we wanted to stay together, but it was faster that way. We couldn't protest.

When we got to the hospital I was placed in a room with Johnny. That was good, we were always stronger together.

The Potters came into our rooms with this guy with a superlongwhitebeard.

"This is Prof. Dumbledore, he's the headmaster at a boarding school that we teach at or go to," the black haired man said.

"Well, we know his name, but we don't know yours," Johnny said. Lie, we both knew who they were; we lived with them for the first part of our lives. We remember everything.

"We're Jaide and Johnny Cade," I said, all stuck up and snobby.

"Pleasure," Johnny finished. Then we laughed. We're not snobby, we pretend though…. sometimes. Its fun, but we can't keep it up for long; we're like, the opposite. "Naw, just call us Johnny and Jaide. I'm sure you can figure out which one's which," he said.

"And thank you," I said.

"I'm Gabriel Potter, and these are my friends, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley," the black haired kid said.

"And we're James and Lilly Potter," the redheaded woman said.

We knew they kicked us out, we have photographic memories. "Your parents are here to see you," a nurse said.

"Don't let them in. They're probably just here to tell us how much trouble we've caused them. Keep them out," I said. "Bring in Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Dally, Kyle, Steve, and Two-Bit. I want to thank them."

"We're here!" I heard.

"Hey Two-Bit!" Johnny said.

"How are you two?" he asked.

"Better than before," I admitted.

"That's good. Hey, I don't remember you ever getting jumped before; you've been here for what, 5, maybe 6 years? How'd you do it?" Ponyboy asked.

"We blended, we didn't do anything out of the ordinary, except for skipping a few years of school, we didn't want to get caught up in the fights, and we weren't. When Ronnie was murdered, we started to get back at them, you remember how there used to be 15 in the Dursley's gang?" I said. Johnny and I smiled predatorily, we said, "Rest in peace lil bro!"

"You killed them!" 'Ron' asked.

"No! Of course not!" Johnny said. "We just sent them on a little vacation to the Israeli Mossad! All expenses paid, of course!" then we laughed. "Really, we just scared them outa town, they thought Ronnie was haunting them. It was us. Thank you and RIP lil bro."

"Why do you keep saying rest in peace when you mention Ronnie's name?" Hermione asked.

"Respect for the dead," we said simply.

"Um, ok then… well, we'll be going," James said.

"Wait, what is that green thing-a-me all around all of you, James? I've asked Johnny why he has a white aura, but he says I do too. Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry have a teal aura although it looks like something is pushing it back, Dally and Kyle have a black one, and Two-Bit and Steve have a yellow one, and everyone else in this room is green, and most people don't have a color," I said.

"You can see auras!" Dumbles said. "Purple has all mage power, black is vampire, grey is shadow mage, yellow is weather mage, red is blood mage, brown is werewolf, orange is fire mage, pink is earth mage, and white has all powers, plus they're extremely powerful wizards more powerful than teal, green are regular wizards, and teal is extremely powerful wizards, and really pale green is a weak wizard, almost a squib. The darker they are, the more powerful they are, except for white and yellow, they're the opposite. ."

"Thanks for the info Dumbledore! You can go now!" I said.

"Wait! What color am I?" Gabriel asked.

"A light green, sort of an acid green," I said.

"Yeah, the only even moderately powerful one of you is superlongwhitebeard! I mean, he's a nice, forest green, but the Curtis brothers are all a really dark teal, almost navy blue! If you want powerful wizards, there you go!" Johnny said. "Oh, and, they don't like to be manipulated. I see your intentions, Dumbles, don't do it. I know you like to play god, but now's not the time."

"I don't like to play god!" Dumbles said.

"Goodbye, Brits!" we said.

"Wait, you have to come with us! We need your help in the war!" James said.

"You know, I really don't think our adoptive parents would let us, as much as we would like to," Johnny said.

"Adoptive? What were your real names?" Lilly asked.

"Harry and Emily Potter, some coincidence, don't you think?" I asked, not bothering even attempting to conceal my hatred towards them.