SharkiesGirl and Cuba, this is a rewrite of what you've already read. Hopefully, this'll be better. :)

Britain, 1973

If you happened to be staring down a certain street on a certain day at a certain time, you would have seen a little girl playing all by herself. She had long, brown hair and deep brown eyes. She wasn't much of a show-off, but she didn't shut up very often. The girl was well-mannered and very polite. She loved playing around her street by herself – she had nobody else to play with, so it wasn't much of a worry for her.

Jasmine Potter was riding up and down her road – Carabella Avenue – on her new bike when the new family moved into number 12. Her bike was the latest style. It was sparkly pink with shiny tassels on the handle bars and smooth, round training wheels. She had received it for her eighth birthday. Her parents and her brother, James, had bought it for her. She had only opened it the night before, so this was her first time riding it.

As she passed the Corelli residence, she flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder. The Corelli family were rich like her. Mr and Mrs Corelli's children had moved out of home when Jasmine was four. Jasmine didn't mind much - they had never talked very often. The Corelli couple had a small house that was richly decorated with little garden gnomes and fine detail on the fence. Jasmine had never been inside, but she talked to Mrs Corelli whenever she was in the front yard, doing gardening.

She was there that morning. "Good morning, Jasmine." Mrs Corelli had brown hair that was rapidly greying. She wasn't the prying type, but she liked a good gossip. She normally visited Mrs Potter of a Tuesday afternoon and they had tea. Occasionally, they would swap houses and days, but not very often.

"Hello, Mrs Corelli."

Jasmine slammed her feet down onto the concrete to slow the bike down. She flicked her hair back out of her face again and waved at the lady kneeling in the dirt. Mrs Corelli had her overalls on and dirt on her nose. Her spade, rake, shovel and garden clippers were strewn all over the grass.

"How is your mother, Jasmine? Is she going to be okay?"

Jasmine nodded. "Dr O'Malley said she'll get better when she has enough rest."

"Okay, darlin'. Take care now, won't you?"

"Yes, Mrs Corelli."

Jasmine and the old lady shared a smile before Jasmine kicked off the ground again, cycling down the road. The next house she passed was owned by Mrs Number 8. Mrs Number 8 (formally known as Mrs Boambee) was highly snobby. She spent her time peeking out of her windows and scribbling in a note book whenever she was outside. Jasmine had only ever spoken to Mrs Number 8 once, and she wasn't too keen to share a word with the woman again. As she passed, the curtains swayed and a pointy nose peaked through.

Jasmine continued down the road to Number 10. The Richmond family lived here. They were all tall and had dark hair. Mr and Mrs were always at work and the two children, Ashley and Hannah, were not fun to be around. It was all talk, talk, talk with them and Jasmine, who quite liked talking herself, could never get a word in edge-wise. Jasmine did her best to ignore them at all costs. The only problem with that was that her mother, Mrs Potter, thought Jasmine had social problems and always organised to have them over.

Jasmine came to a halt once she reached Number 12 – the house at the dead end. Number 12 was a very significant amount smaller than all the other houses on Carabella Avenue. It was a brick, one-story house with large windows and an equally large veranda. Out the back were a vast paddock and a stable. Nobody had lived in Number 12 since James was born, thirteen years ago.

"Just put that in the lounge."

Jasmine peered around the side of a moving van to see a young lady pointing to a large box. She was petite, blonde and her stomach appeared to be very large compared to the ones Jasmine was used to. Standing beside her was a young man nodding, preparing to pick the box up. He was a head taller than her and had dark hair like Mr Richmond. Jasmine watched as the man picked the box up and started walking towards the front door.

"Mummy!" a young voice called. "Look what I found."

Jasmine noticed with a start that there was a boy about her age playing near the front gate. He was a fraction taller than her and was covered in dirt. He had hair that was a mix between his mother's and his father's. Jasmine couldn't see his face very well because his fringe was covering his eyes and mud was smeared across his face.

The mother looked down at the boy and let out a shriek of surprise. "What is that, Lane?"

Jasmine couldn't see the boy's facial expression, but she suspected he was grinning. "It's a snail."

The woman grimaced and tilted her head to one side. "Put that down, Lane," she asked kindly. "Daddy needs help unpacking. Run along and clean up. You know I can't help with the baby on the way."

The boy nodded and walked over to the gate. He stopped for a moment and Jasmine stared. Before she could figure out what he was doing, however, he had run off towards the house and disappeared. The woman didn't move for a few moments. Jasmine watched her touch something on the gate before following the boy inside.

Jasmine quietly pushed her bike up to the gate. It was wooden and broken around the edges. Sitting on the side of one of the spikes was a snail. It was brown with a bluish swirl on the shell. Jasmine stared in astonishment. It wasn't quite like any of the other snails she had ever seen before.

"Jazzy? Where are you sweetie?"

Jasmine rode along to the next house at the sound of her mother's voice. Number 13 was by far the largest in the street. It took up the same amount of space as Numbers 6, 8 and 10 put together. Technically, houses 7, 9 and 11 didn't exist, all because of the size of the Potter mansion. It was four stories high with a cute little attic making story five. Surrounding the house were tall trees and bushes. The front yard was neatly kept with a fountain and a path.

"Jazzy! Come quick! I need you to help me choose the fabric for my new dress."

Grace Potter wasn't like most mothers. Grace was a witch and a very good one at that. She had long brown hair and shiny blue eyes. Grace was a housewife, occasionally dropping into the Ministry of Magic to help her husband organise special events – the latest of which involved Grace needing a new dress.

Jasmine's Daddy was Tim Potter. He was strong, handsome and very popular. He was a top Auror who spent most of his time fighting evil people. James Potter was her brother and he was in his third year at Hogwarts. He was just like his Dad, maybe even more popular still. He had messy black hair that would not be tamed and a tendency to get into a lot of trouble.

Jasmine always wanted to be like them. But, as if the world wasn't cruel enough to her already, she was a Squib. Probably the most famous one around - daughter of the famous Auror and the lovable housewife, sister to Hogwarts' popular trouble maker. She didn't mind not being magic. She got to spend a lot more time with the family than James did and she received the same amount of attention from the rellies.

Jasmine jumped off her bike and left it sitting on the lawn. She thundered up the stairs to the front door and ran past her mother to the sowing room. There, they spent the rest of the morning making a dress for Grace.

Jasmine fell asleep on the couch after dinner. The lounge room the Potters mainly used was on the second floor. It was a large room filled with long, beige couches and delicate ornaments. There was a large television spread across one of the walls and antique lamps on stunningly decorated tables. The cushions were all a rich red colour and the carpet and walls were cream coloured. Jasmine liked this room. It was very comfortable.

"James?" his mother called from the couch.

"Yes, Mum?' he called back.

"Would you please put your sister to bed? I can't lift her. I'm still sick."

James appeared in the doorway. He looked across the room to his sister and nodded. He quietly walked over to the lounge and picked her up. She stirred but didn't open her eyes. On the way out of the room, James kissed his mother on the cheek and whispered goodnight.

"'Night, James," Grace whispered back.

James carried his sister up two flights of stairs to the fourth floor and down the corridor to her room. The sheets on her bed were already pulled back and she was already in her nightie. He carefully placed her back into her bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin.

"Goodnight, Jazzy," he said from the door.

She sleepily flipped over and murmured something incomprehensible. James closed the door behind him and went back to his own room. He was almost in bed when he remembered Jasmine's night light. He tip-toed back into Jasmine's room and flicked the switch on to the little light by her bed. The walls were soon bathed in a faint pink light. He smiled and walked back out. Sometimes, being a big brother had its perks.

Jasmine woke up early the next morning. Today was the start of her last week of kindergarten. She smiled as she sat up. She had been waiting all spring to finally finish - she couldn't wait for year one. Jasmine flipped her legs over the side of her bed and stood up. Jasmine's room was altered to look just how she wanted. It had light purple walls, a deep brown desk, a lamp with a fairy themed shade, flower pots on the window sill and a large window that she could climb out and over to a tree from. It was sure to come in handy one day.

"Whee!" she exclaimed quietly to herself. It was what she could always be found muttering under her breath when something went her way.

Jasmine got up and dressed into her school uniform as quickly as possible. She had had a bath the night before and was surprised to find she still smelt like the strawberry bubble bath she had poured so much of into the water. Jasmine attended Carabella Cove Public School, just a few streets away. The uniform, for girls, was a neatly pleated green and black skirt, a plain white shirt with the school emblem on the breast pocket, plain black school shoes and, if the weather permitted, a black woollen jumper with an emblem. It was one of the nicest uniforms this side of London, but it still only suited a very few amount of students.

"Good morning, Jazzy!" her father said as she walked into the kitchen.

"'Morning, Daddy!" she greeted, giving her father a hug.

She sat down at the table and looked around. Lucky, the main house elf, was standing at the stove, cooking something that smelt great. Lucky was in charge of most of the house. She had big grey eyes and wore a fancy little toga-like pink dress. The other house elves were Lofty, Hugo and Gumbo. Gumbo was Jasmine's favourite. There was a house elf for each member of the family and Gumbo was Jasmine's. He was always around as she grew up and she believed he'd be around forever.

"What's for breakfast, Lucky?" Jasmine asked kindly, resting on the bar stool, her legs curled up under her.

"Your favourite, bacon and eggs, Miss. How much would you like, Miss?"

Jasmine screwed her face up in thought. "The normal, Lucky. One egg and three pieces of bacon, please."

"Yes, Miss Jasmine. Right away, Miss."

Within seconds, the tiny creature had served Jasmine up her breakfast and was already inquiring into what Mr Potter wanted to eat. Jasmine ate slowly, staring out the kitchen window into the paddock that backed off Number 12. There was a large forest behind it that had a car track through it. A lot of the time, some of the teenagers from the local high school would drag race through it, cutting across the paddock and up Carabella Avenue.

"Are you finished, Miss?" Lucky squeaked, bringing Jasmine out of her daze.

"Yes, thank you."

Lucky levitated the plate to the sink and helped Jasmine off her stool. "Anything else I can get you, Miss?"

Jasmine nodded. "Can you see if James and Mummy are awake yet? They are going to take me to school today, they promised."

Lucky nodded and disappeared with a pop. Jasmine walked into the hall and saw her bag sitting near the door. Gumbo had already packed it for her. She smiled and walked up the stairs, heading towards the bathroom to brush her teeth. In the corridor, she ran into James, who was already dressed.

"Jazzy!" he exclaimed, lifting her up and spinning her around. As he put her back onto the ground, he asked, "Are you ready for school?"

Jasmine nodded. "You are gonna come to school today, aren't you, Jamie?"

He looked really upset. "I'm sorry, Jazzy, b-!"

Jasmine grabbed his hand and tugged on it. "But, Jamie, you promised!"

"I know, Jazz-"

"YOU PROMISED!"

"Jasmine Kate Potter!" Jasmine turned at the sound of her father's voice. He was looking angry like she had never seen him for a long time. "Please be quiet! Your mother is sick and she needs quiet!"

Jasmine let go of James and looked at the ground, fuming. Her father walked away, back down the hall to his and Grace's room. James went to say something but Jasmine silenced him with a glare.

"You promised!" she hissed, putting her hands on her hips and leaning towards him slightly.

He sighed and ran a hand through his already messy hair. "I have to look after Mum while Dad's at work. I can't come. Gumbo will have to go with you, under Dad's invisibility cloak."

Jasmine folded her arms and stormed into the bathroom. She had been waiting forever to introduce her brother to her friends and to show him all the best hiding spots for hide-and-go-seek. She was incredibly upset. She brushed her teeth with a scowl on her face, spraying toothpaste all over the mirror in anger. Once she had finished, she stormed back out and slammed the door behind her. She could faintly hear her Dad sigh as she ran down the stairs, making as much noise as she could.

"What is wrong, Miss?" a familiar voice asked.

Jasmine turned on the spot to see Gumbo in the foyer, holding her bag with a silvery cloak under one arm. He was the smallest of all the house elves working at the Potter mansion. He had shiny yellow eyes, tanned skin and wore a neat blue tunic. She smiled at him and wiped a tear away from her eyes.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Gummy. Let's get to school."

The little house elf nodded and slid the cloak over his tiny body. Jasmine picked up her bag and threw it over her back. It was bright pink with little butterflies on it. She opened the front door and steeped out into the sunshine. It was a marvellous spring day. All the birds were outside and everything shone with life. Jasmine slowly walked down the front steps.

"Gummy?" she whispered, trying to get an idea of where he was.

"Right here, Miss. I'll stay with you, Miss. Don't you worry."

Jasmine nodded and started walking down the garden path to the footpath next to the road. As she went, she shot a glance over to Number 12. The moving truck was gone and a clean blue car was sitting in the driveway. She stepped onto the footpath and turned towards the start of the street.

"I'm still here, Miss."

Jasmine smiled and plodded on. Carabella Cove Primary was exactly three blocks away. It was really quite a short trip, but normally her mother would walk with her. It felt weird to be by herself – Almost. She turned the corner and walked along Jacaranda Place. Jacaranda trees lined the street, making it look like a place fairies would live. The houses here weren't as big, but they were much older and Victorian looking.

"Hey! Hey, wait up!"

The hairs on the back of Jasmine's neck prickled at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. She continued walking, not looking back. Footsteps soon grew louder and she realised the person was running.

"Would you like me to freeze them, Miss?" Gumbo asked quietly as the person fell into step next to her.

She discreetly shook her head and turned to face the person next to her. It was the boy who had just moved into Number 12. Now she could properly see his face, she was surprised to see that he looked nothing like she had ever thought. He had golden brown eyes and a symmetrical face. His eyelashes were dark and long, framing his eyes. He looked friendly enough, so she didn't run away.

"Hello," he said. "I saw you walking down the street and noticed you were wearing the same uniform as me."

Jasmine nodded. "Do you go to Carabella Cove Primary too?"

He smiled. Jasmine stared. She had never met a boy whose whole face lit up when he smiled, or whose teeth were so straight and white. "I do now. Today is my first day. Mum was supposed to come with me, but she has a baby in her tummy, so she can't walk much." He smiled again. "Hi! My name is Lane!"

Jasmine didn't say anything. She was still in shock. He certainly liked to talk. He soon realised she wasn't going to say anything so he dropped back a bit and let her lead the way. Jasmine noticed this and looked at him again.

"You just moved into Number 12, didn't you?"

He nodded. Lane slowly adjusted his backpack and walked on. Jasmine watched him walk out of the corner of her eye. He had an air of pride about him and he seemed to strut slightly, although there was no arrogance or power about it. He stepped gently as if she ground would cave in if he angered it. She found it unusual that a boy their age would look so grown up. She stared at him for a little longer as they turned down the next street. The school slowly started appearing and Jasmine was disappointed that she hadn't made better use of the time with him.

"My name is Jasmine, by the way," she said quietly. She slowly felt a blush creep over her cheeks as he smiled again. "Jasmine Potter."

"I'm Lane Chelsea. I just moved here from East London."

"Oh," she commented very quietly.

She looked up from the rocky ground as her blush vanished. They had reached the school yard.

A/N:

Okay, so this story was inspired by a rainy day three years ago (I've been putting it off since then) and was recently given a push along one day in English – we had to do a creative writing piece in pairs. Although, my story involved a vampire bride who can surf pitchforks and is in love with a Jedi knight who is afraid of the dark.

Well, this story might possibly sound quite familiar to you, but please understand that I thought of this a long time ago, before I was a good reader. I bet there are a thousand plot lines that have already been used, all in this story alone. But what story isn't like another? We would have run out of ideas yonks ago.

Well, I'm rambling, so I'll cut this short:

I don't own Harry Potter or the Harry Potter universe, but, I do own the plot, the characters you don't recognise and most of the things you've never heard of.