Author's Note: This is a remake of a story I've done before. Just as a heads up, Harry is born a girl in this story, her name being Jasmine Lily Potter. She basically lived the same life as Harry, triumphing over Lord Voldemort and becoming a legend. But now she is an auror alongside Ron and Hermione, about to endure an all new journey with them.
A breath is all it took. A breath and a spell and Jasmine suddenly felt her feet leave the floor, her hands gripped to both Ron and Hermione's wrists as the Death Eater triumphed in killing them. Only...should she be able to feel grass in death? Shouldn't she be feeling the crisp white light and the heart warming feeling that she didn't have to feel pain and yet her stomach felt as if it was nailed with a five ton metal ball. Why did she still feel Ron and Hermione's wrists in her iron clad grip? Why was her nose suddenly filled with the warm smell of cookies and baked goods?
"Bloody hell, I feel like someone just dropped Grawp on me," Ron groaned to her left. No, they weren't dead. Jasmine finally opened her eyes, finding it a struggle since all she wanted to do is fall into a deep unconscious sleep that would slip away all the pain. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her head. Everything of hers seemed to be aching. From either side of her, Ron and Hermione seemed to slowly sit up as well, both looking tattered and beaten.
"What happened?" Jasmine finally asked, turning her head to Hermione, who seemed to be fiddling around frantically, her eyes panicked until she relaxed, holding out her wand. Jasmine supposed she must've momentarily lost it in the fall. Her gaze moved to Jasmine, then Ron, before she winced in slight guilt.
"I'm sorry," she said simply, "but we were outnumbered...I had no choice but to try and apparate us; that's why I told you to grab mine and Ron's hands...but the git had sent a curse right when we disappeared, which is probably why we feel so horribly."
"Grand," Jasmine commented rather begrudgingly. "Where on earth did you take us?"
"I tried to apparate us back to the Ministry where we could possibly call on Ron's father or even Percy to call to Kingsley about the situation, but...I don't think we're there," Hermione mumbled, looking around. Jasmine did the same, quite concerned by her change in tone. They couldn't be too far off of the Ministry, could they? Besides, Jasmine was sure they didn't need help. They could apparate back now and take down the Death Eaters perfectly fine on their own.
It had happened after a request was sent to the three first year Aurors, off to the Dark Forest from the outskirts of Hogwarts where rogue Death Eaters had been roaming in hopes of taking hostages from the children that currently attended the school nowadays, but Hagrid had thankfully alarmed Headmistress McGonagall just in time and she knew the only ones who could truly take care of any Death Eaters who remained loyal to the deceased Voldemort were the same three ex-students who almost nearly gave her a heart attack each year they attended.
Of course, the trio didn't immediately sign on to be dark wizard hunters. Well, Ron and Hermione hadn't. Jasmine had taken to the job with ease, knowing her desire was to do something good for the wizarding world and continue to rid it of the dark depths that still roamed. At first, Hermione had started out by finishing her seventh year at Hogwarts before signing on to help minorities, much like house elves, in the world gain more rights. As for Ron, he spent a few years working with George in the joke shop, aiding him in Fred's...permanent absence. But after an accident that sent Jasmine into St. Mungos for a week, the two realized leaving Jasmine alone wasn't a fantastic idea.
Working with her best friends was a real blast and she was sure Ron and Hermione enjoyed spending more time together, wed only two months after they were accepted as newly made Aurors, already having so much experience thanks to the days of their youth where they defeated trolls and defied against authority. Jasmine was sure nothing could go wrong. After all, there wasn't anything she, Ron, and Hermione couldn't handle.
That is, until they encountered the five Death Eaters McGonagall had called them for. They were all fierce, terrifying beings who had obviously ventured very far into the Dark Arts as well as the undeniable loyalty they still held for Lord Voldemort, who was still dead after his and Jasmine's final fight.
They were as so named: Wilkins Grosh, Navia Elps, Siobhan Monch, Idris Kork, and Ebony Prince, all of which quickly tried to disarm and overtake the trio, excited to have Jasmine Potter in their midst, because they would surely receive riches in return for the wizarding world's 'golden girl'. However, they began to struggle with Hermione's quick curses as well as Ron's intimidating figure as he quickly bore on them, wand raised.
That was when Siobhan, the most malicious of the five, suddenly muttered a rather long incantation, waving her wand this way and that, a light green smoke igniting from the wand that reminded Jasmine sorely of the killing curse that had been thrown at her so many times by the same wizard and yet she had defied it each time. But Hermione had taken it as too big a threat, shrieking momentarily for Jasmine to grab onto Ron while she had gripped Jasmine herself, taking them in the same tight tube that was apparition.
Now they were laying on very young, fresh grass, underneath comforting lights of lanterns and small holes of what looked to be homes as Jasmine squinted, shakily getting to her feet. Hermione and Ron followed, quickly embracing each other while Ron looked over his wife to be sure she wasn't injured in any way.
"Are you sure you didn't apparate us to a Muggle town or something?" Jasmine asked, turning on the spot as she looked around. "None of this looks familiar, 'Mione."
"I swear I was taking us to the Ministry. I could not have ventured too far. Maybe..." Hermione trailed off as she finally got a good look around, obviously as confused as Jasmine was. Ron, however, seemed to be taking his wand out, pointing it threateningly. "Ron! We don't know where we are! If we're in a Muggle town, we can't be using magic."
"Fine, if we're in a Muggle town, we should just get out of here," Jasmine shrugged. "Let's just apparate."
"Okay, but hurry, if someone sees-" Hermione was cut off.
"We know, Hermione," Ron groaned, grasping her hand before taking one of Jasmine's, all bowing their heads as the female made the move, jerking them into apparating with her, imagining the Ministry as Hermione had previously done when escaping the Death Eaters. Jasmine felt the familiar feeling of being stuffed into a tube, holding her breath for a moment to refrain of losing her stomach and they landed again.
"You've got to be joking..."
"What?" Jasmine opened her eyes and felt her eyes widen. They were in the exact same place, standing in the same grass, surrounded by the same rabbit holes that seemed like homes. "I swear...I was taking us to the Ministry. We shouldn't be here."
"Now I'm really starting to get freaked out," Ron hissed, rubbing at his arms. "Where the bloody hell are we and how do we get out?"
"I suppose all we can do now is ask," Hermione suggested, shrugging. "Honestly, I don't think this is as serious as we think it is."
"Hermione, we don't even know where we are! For all we know, these rabbit holes are full of Death Eaters. What if that witch used her magic to affect our apparition? Keep us surrounded by everyone like her," Ron suggested, grabbing her upper arm to stop her from approaching one of the nearest homes, which stood on a slight tip of a hill they sat to the side of. Its door was circular, coated in yellow paint with the garden surrounding the front yard taking after a lush green with flowers of all vibrant colors, all very notiecable even in the dark.
"I'll do it," Jasmine shrugged, walking past the two.
"Did you not hear what I just said?" Ron snapped.
"No, I heard you, but evidently it's better for you two to get away in case something does happen. Just stay here and I'll call for you," Jasmine declared, walking ahead. As usual, Jasmine was one for doing the solo art of risking her life in favor of saving anyone else's. She was still very protective of Ron and Hermione's lives, even when the two were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. Jasmine could only suppose it was because she would never risk their lives after everything that's happened. She knows, without them, she wouldn't last.
So, proudly as such, she marched up to the rabbit hole that stood on the small hill they resided on, carelessly hopping over the gate and making sure her wand was stuck inside her jacket sleeve she was wearing(she didn't have time to dress in proper attire when she had gotten the request from McGonagall in taking out the Death Eaters) as she strode up to the door, biting her lip as she raised her free hand, ready to knock. However, she had Ron's words at the very back of her mind. What if Siobhan had sent them to a community of nothing but Death Eaters? Then again, why would beings like Death Eaters take up in rabbit holes surrounded by glorious grass and gardens. It almost looked like an entire village of Hufflepuffs.
Shaking her head, she knocked three times, bracing herself for whoever opened that door.
"NO! NO, THAT IS ENOUGH DWARVES IN MY HOME, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I AM VERY MUCH TIRED OF HAVING YOU ALL RUN AMOCK IN MY HOME AND MAKING NOTHING BUT A MESS OF THE PLACE!" a voice cried from inside, sounding male and several years older than Jasmine was. Suddenly the door whipped open and Jasmine found herself staring down at a very short man wearing a vest over brown breeches. His feet were abnormally huge, covered in brown fur that mirrored the mop of curls on his head just above his very pointy ears. "I...oh, I apologize, ma'am, I had thought...I had thought you were a dwarf."
"Um...no. My name is Jasmine Potter; I come with two other travelers named Ron and Hermione Weasley-Granger. But it would appear we're lost, and we could really use help if you might be willing, mister...?"
"Baggins. Bilbo Baggins."