Hey, guys. Thanks for the reviews! Here's the second chapter, just as promised. This is a bit of a leap; with so many years to fit in, I'm going to do one chapter for each year. So, this'll be Jasmine, James and Sirius' second year. Don't worry; once I've finished, I'll probably write random chapters for any requested events, etcetera. Anyway, I still have a long way to go 'til that! So enjoy!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise from the Harry Potter Series is not of my ingenuity, but that of JK Rowling. However, Jasmine is of my creation. Please, don't use her without my explicit permission.

Jasmine rolled her eyes, sitting in the common room. She was writing a letter to her Mother, and she had to finish her transfiguration essay for the next day. She looked at James, who was sitting in front of her, cross-legged, in the face.

"Look, if Remus wants to tell us, he'll tell us! Don't go pestering him. He's ill anyway."

"Yeah, but Jaz, he's ALWAYS ill this time of the month anyway. That's the thing. He won't lie to us if you're there. You can always tell when people are lying."

Jasmine sighed, and as she was about to answer, Sirius walked in through the portrait hole. He walked straight up to James and Jasmine. "You asked her yet?" He asked, sitting next to Jasmine, but talking to James. James sighed. Sirius looked to Jasmine.

"Awwwwww, come on, Jaz! We know you want to know as much as we do! He's one of our best friends, he'll tell us."

"And if he doesn't, we follow him." James said.

Sirius sighed. "Maybe, maybe not."

Jasmine squirmed in her seat, looking uncomfortable. "Listen, this is Remus! I'm su-"

Sirius interrupted her. "But you don't share a room with him, do you? Once a month, he's always missing. Just gone, and then gone the next day too but you know that. But you don't know that Madam Pomfrey takes him across the school grounds. We watch them."

The boys knew Jasmine too well; her curiosity was roused. Sirius grinned at her, knowing he'd convinced her. She rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright! But I'm only going to sit there. I'm not joining this bloody interrogation." She murmured, annoyed. Sighing, she put away her parchment just as Peter ran in, running as fast as his stumpy little legs could carry him. He was practically crimson with excitement. "He's alone in the Library." He said, panting. Sirius and James looked at one another with that look they reserved just for each other. "Perfect."

They both got up, and followed Peter out of the portrait hole. Jasmine sighed, and walked after them, hurrying to catch up. "Guys! Wait!" She said, frustrated. Why go through all that bother to convince her, and then simply leave her behind? Bastards. She'll never understand men. Thankfully she spent most of her time with Lily and Susan, her best friends, rather than the boys. She liked them, but they got on her nerves. She ran along the corridor to walk with them, letting her irritation show on her face. James caught it and gave her a sheepish grin.

During the summer holidays, between their first year and second, Jasmine had experienced what their Mother called 'first moon blood'. It was something every female went through and, although James didn't quite understand, he knew that once every month, you didn't piss Jasmine off... James had quickly cottoned that it was Jasmine's 'time of the month' and he slowed down for her, easing her anger.

They hurried to the Library, where Remus was working on his essay with a tired, sickly look. They were on the far side of the Library, near the restricted section. They were away from prying eyes, and more importantly, the watchful gaze of Madam Pince. Jasmine sat next to him, and looked at his essay; it was the same one she'd started earlier that day. He looked up at her and smiled, before he noticed the others. He gave a slight frown.

"What's going on?"

The boys sat down around him, and stared at him. Remus raised an eyebrow. James' and Sirius' looks made him feel slightly uneasy; he shifted, uncomfortable, in his seat.

"What's wrong?" James asked. "Are you feeling ill again?" Remus gave a side-long look at Jasmine, an understanding spreading across his face. Jasmine's ability to tell when people were lying was well known throughout all the second year Gryffindor's. Remus set his jaw.

"Just feeling under the weather. I'll be better in a couple of days." He mumbled. It wasn't exactly a lie, but Jasmine still picked up on it, and James saw it on her face.

"Really? There's not any more to it?" He asked, slyly. Remus shook his head. Sirius sighed impatiently.

"We know Madam Pomfrey takes you across the grounds every month." He said. Remus looked up, appearing to be both surprised, and slightly crestfallen. "What?" He stammered.

Sirius nodded, staring resolutely into his face. Jasmine laid a gentle hand on Remus' arm, and he looked away from Sirius and looked at her with a blush.

"Remus, there's obviously something going on. You're one of our best friends. Whatever it is, we're not going to think any less of you!" She said, with a bright smile. "Mum always says a burden shared, is a burden halved. You can tell us!"

Remus looked down at the table, appearing to internally argue with himself. Peter was about to say something, but Sirius cut him off with an angry look. Peter looked back down to his knees, his face a bright red again. The silence carried for about 5 minutes.

"Immawerewolf." He said, all of a sudden, in a hurried, hushed tone.

Jasmine cocked her head, and the boys all looked confused.

"Again. In English?" Sirius asked, although they'd all semi-understood what he'd said. They were just struggling to comprehend the enormity of what their best friend had just told them. Peter had gone slack-jawed. Sirius and James had exchanged a worried look, and Jasmine had gripped Remus' arm tighter. Remus sighed and faced them, looking close to tears. Normally, they'd joke about what he just said, assuming that he was pulling their leg. But the look on Remus' face, his devastation, told them he's just spoken the absolute truth.

"I'm a werewolf." He said, slowly and clearly this time. James and Jasmine looked at each other, and Jasmine reached forward and pulled Remus into an embrace. Remus was normally shy and shied away from contact with most people, but this time he returned the hug, gripping her tightly and resting his head on her shoulder. Sirius frowned slightly, and shifted in his seat. James looked at him oddly, to which Sirius shrugged, clearing his throat. Jasmine pulled away, close to tears herself.

"Remus, why didn't you tell us? We could find something to help you! Anything! We won't tell anyone!" She added quickly, sensing his fear. "We promise." The boys around her mumbled an agreement.

"Yeah, you should have said. We thought it was something serious!" James joked. Sirius chuckled. "No, I'm Sirius." Everyone around them laughed. It was a regular, if slightly childish, joke that made the atmosphere instantly easier. Remus looked at them, still worried.

"You don't hate me?" He asked, frowning.

The boys shook their head. "Nah, Vampires scare me more. But they're still cooler!" James grinned, with a nonchalant shrug. "Now we just have to figure out how to make your midnight 'adventures' more interesting..." Sirius gave him a mischievous look, Peter squealed in excitement, Jasmine groaned, and Remus went wide-eyed.

"You can't do that!" He said loudly, before looking around nervously. "I mean, I'm really dangerous to ALL humans when I change!"

Jasmine looked at James, knowing precisely what he was thinking. Their Father was registered Animagus; he could change into a blackbird at will. Because he trained Aurors, he had to be able to ace every test; including deception and disguise. She shook her head. "No, James!" James just gave her that look. "Yes, Jaz, Remus is having a very hard time at the moment." He said in a serious voice. "We could do it! So could Sirius, and Peter, if we help him!"

Jasmine bit her lip. "But Dad always said it was very dangerous! What if things go wrong? We'd be sent before the Minist-"

James cut her off. "To help Remus, wouldn't it be worth it?" She sighed, looking away, beaten. James looked around at some very confused looking friends. "Have you guys ever heard of an Animagus...?"

After the Christmas Break...

They were in a deserted classroom in a sleeping castle. It had taken two trips to get all the guys and Jasmine down to the classroom together, but they did it twice a week to practise. It had been five months since their conversation with Remus, and, true to their word, they'd read up on the theory of being an Animagus (James and Jasmine had taken some dusty old books from the attic on the subject during Christmas break) and they'd be doing the practical for 3 months now.

"Okay." Jasmine said soothingly to Peter. "Let's try again."

Peter looked uncertainly to her. "So I just 'swish and flick' my wand, and imagine myself turning into a rat? Why do I have to be a rat again?" He complained. Sirius and James looked over from where they were talking to Remus.

"Because we're all really big, we need to get you to touch the branch!" James said in exasperation; they'd explained it a thousand times, but Peter still didn't like it. Plus, it was a joke to Sirius and James. Remus and Jasmine disapproved, but they hadn't said anything.

"Come on, Peter. I want to get some sleep tonight." Jasmine said, getting his attention back to her. Together they both moved their wands, Jasmine's movement a lot swifter and graceful than Peter's, and closed their eyes in concentration. The others watched in interest. When Jasmine's eyes opened, they were cat's eyes, but still the same blue. Black fur covered most of her body, and her teeth were pointed. She smiled. It was a strange action in such a body, which was still humanoid. They boys nodded, impressed. They were just behind her in progress; she was always working harder than the boys managed to even when helping Peter. She looked to Peter. He had grown whiskers and his face had elongated slightly with a wet nose. She clapped two padded hands, complete with slight claws, together.

"Well done, Peter. You have a rat nose!" She said. It was an improvement for him; he normally just grew whiskers. He smiled, looking exhausted.

Sirius and James moved their wands in precise unison and screwed their eyes up, concentrating hard. Sirius had canine eyes, and black fur, but no pads or claws on his hand or feet. James had fallen backwards; the weight of the Antlers on his head had been too much for him. The hooves on his arm couldn't grab. He had no fur, however. The others burst into silent laughter, as they all changed back. James frowned, struggling to hold his wand, still kneeling with his antlers on the floor. Eventually, he managed to change back, looking at the others with a glare. It didn't matter; the others were still on the floor with laughter.

Jasmine chuckled, catching Sirius' eye, who gave her that delicious grin. She blushed, and looked away again. She didn't understand her feelings for him; they were confusing her. She liked him, he was one of her best friends, but recently she'd been too pre-occupied thinking about his lips on hers, what it would feel like to have their bodies pressed against each other to think about more important things, like school, or gossip with the girls.

Eventually, excited by their progress, they snuck back into the tower, James, Sirius and Jasmine going first, then James going back to get Remus and Peter, leaving Sirius and Jasmine alone together. They sat on the plush red couch, tired, but neither wanted to announce they were going to bed first. They were supposed to be the coolest of the cool; they were the most popular gang in the entire second year, and they had to keep up appearances. The embarrassment otherwise would be ghastly. Due to this, it was very rare for them to be alone together, and even rarer for Jasmine to see Sirius' real personality shine through. Normally, he was cocky, borderline rude, and nonchalant. Jasmine knew nearly all the girls in the year fancied him; the problem was that he knew it too.

But sometimes, when they were alone, he showed his kinder side; the side that gave her a cuddle because she was cold, or ran up behind her to tickle her when she was feeling down. He knew her well, probably second only to James. He'd spent about 2 weeks at their house during the summer holidays, sleeping on the floor between Jasmine and James' beds. They'd played quidditch; James wanted to be a seeker, while Jasmine wanted to be a chaser. On their 12th birthday their parents had brought them brooms; it was tradition for them to have a pair of matching presents. Their brooms were state of the art; better than some of the quidditch players at school. They'd had so much fun together; Sirius mainly just messing around on his broom. Sirius grinned and draped his arm over her shoulder, as she yawned. "Tired?" He asked. She nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to wait until James gets back to go to bed, though." She murmured, leaning against him. Sirius looked down at her with a smile, holding her close. Jasmine's eyes slowly began to droop until she was sleeping in his embrace. Sirius watched her sleep. She didn't know it, but Sirius' thoughts had also turned on their friendship. He hated watching her with other guys. It didn't feel right. He'd 'accidently' jinxed Ronan Donald the last time he'd got too close to her. Jasmine had just laughed, but she'd given him that look; the thoughtful, gently seductive look he'd come to love.

Sirius looked up just as James, Remus and Peter came through the portrait hole. He lifted a finger to his lips as they pulled the invisibility cloak off. James rolled his eyes. Sirius adjusted his grip on her and stood, carrying her slight frame easily. James went to the staircase, selected a certain brick on the girl's side and tapped it with his wand. It prevented the stairs flattening and turning into a slide if Sirius went up; a trick Jasmine had figured out half way through her first year. She had figured out a lot of the secret corridors they'd found; she was smart, and the boys often teased her about it, even though they weren't exactly stupid themselves. Peter excluded. Sirius carried her up the stairs, and into her dorm. Luckily, Susan and Lily hadn't figured out she was gone yet, and were still sleeping. Silently, he placed her gently in her bed, and tucked the covers around her. She smiled, holding her pillow close, her slender fingers clutching the duvet comfortingly. Sirius chuckled silently, smiling at her sleeping frame before he leant down and kissed her gently on the forehead. He then exited as silently as he had gone in.

Jasmine's eyes opened; it was too hard to see her face, but she could feel it burning. Her lip quivered in excitement and she closed her eyes, slipping into sleep with Sirius' face in her dreams.