A/N: Here's the second chapter. Hope you all enjoy it.

Jasmine wasn't entirely sure how long it would be until they were allowed outside the cupboard, so she wanted to keep a few books to read over the summer holiday while she was in there. When one Potter did something to get in trouble, the other was punished too. That was the Dursleys' golden one rule, besides no asking questions. She was told that it was fair, but after living in a cupboard with her twin brother for ten years, while Dudley got a second room, she learned that it was better not to question what the Dursleys called fair.

They were unpunished before the summer holidays started. They found out, that in September, they were going to a secondary school called Stonewall High, while Dudley and Piers were going to Smeltings, Vernon's old school.

Dudley had thought that it was funny and tried scaring Jasmine by mentioning that they stuff people's heads in toilets over there. He asked if she wanted to go upstairs and practice, causing Harry to intervene by saying that the toilet didn't have anything as foul as Dudley's head in it and that it might get sick.

Harry had dragged Jasmine away before Dudley can figure out what Harry meant by that.

Unfortunately, during the summer holidays, Dudley's gang showed up at Number 4 to what felt like every single day.

Harry and Jasmine tried to find ways to stay out of the house, but Aunt Petunia hadn't returned Jasmine's library card, so to her, it seemed like there was no point in going to the library when she couldn't check out any books while there.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia had taken Dudley to London; they were dropped off at Mrs Figg's house. Mrs Figg had let Harry watch television, while Jasmine was content on trying to piece together a puzzle, and Mrs Figg had given them a piece of cake that in Jasmine's opinion tasted stale. Harry had told her he thought Mrs. Figg had it for several years, but at least it was better than nothing.

One day, Jasmine was reading The Mysterious Affair at Styles that she had "forgotten" to return to the library. She was seated in her corner of the cupboard on the bed, when Harry ran in, looking like he was trying hard not to laugh. "You have to see this."

"What is it?" Jasmine asked, a little suspicious, eyeing. The last time that she saw something she got punished for something that she didn't do.

"You got to see Dudley's uniform for Smeltings," Harry stated. Jasmine followed after Harry into the living room.

Jasmine felt like she nearly cracked a few ribs by what she saw. Apparently Smelting boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats. She noticed that Dudley was carrying a knobbly stick and she had a funny feeling that they were going to be used as practice.

The next morning, Jasmine woke up to an awful stench. She rolled over onto her stomach and covered her head with the flat pillow. "This is an awful way to wake up."

"Ugh," Harry said. "Let's go see what died."

Jasmine had no intention to find the source of the awful smell, but she followed Harry into the kitchen anyway.

It seemed like the smell was coming from a large metal tub in the kitchen sink. Jasmine let Harry do the investigating while she gathered plates to set the table with.

"What's this?" Harry asked. Jasmine looked behind her to see that Harry was standing next to Aunt Petunia.

"School uniforms for you and Jasmine." Aunt Petunia stated in the clipped tone that she always used whenever they asked questions.

"Oh, I didn't know that the uniforms have to be so wet," Harry replied.

Jasmine sat down at table and looked over at Harry, frowning. It seemed like he was pushing his luck by asking Aunt Petunia questions.

"Don't be stupid," Petunia snapped. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things grey for you two. It'll look like everyone else's when I'm done."

Harry went to sit next to Jasmine and whispered, "I bet I'll look like I'm wearing bits of old elephant skin."

Jasmine replied, "I think I'll look like a bushy haired pile of rags."

"Your hair's not bushy," Harry replied.

Jasmine arched an eyebrow and pointed at her hair. "Have you seen this thing? It's like it has a personality of its own."

Harry looked like he was going to reply to that, but Dudley and Vernon came in. Vernon opened his newspaper and looked at the Potters. "Cut your hair!" Vernon barked at Harry and looked at Jasmine. "Brush your hair!"

Dudley banged his Smelting stick on the table and Jasmine was glad that she hadn't got hit with that thing yet.

There was a click of the mail slot and the flop of letters hitting the doormat.

"Get the mail Dudley," Vernon stated.

"Make one of them get it," Dudley countered.

"Get the mail, you two," Vernon ordered.

"Make Dudley get it," Harry countered.

Jasmine looked at Harry. If he kept pushing the Dursleys, they were going to get grounded…again.

"Poke them with your Smelting stick, Dudley," Vernon stated.

Jasmine was briefly confused and then she got hit in the knee with the Smelting stick. She yelped and got out of her chair. She managed to limp out of the kitchen, holding her knee as Harry followed after her and she watched Harry gather the mail. It looked like there was a brown envelope that was a bill, one looked like a postcard, and there were two strange looking yellowish envelopes.

Harry handed one of the yellowish envelopes to her and she took the envelope, confused. She looked at it, noticing that the envelope was heavy and thick. In emerald green ink it said:

Miss J. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey

"I got mail?" Jasmine said, "I never get mail, besides notices for bringing books back to the library, but Aunt Petunia still has my library card." She doubted that she would ever get that back.

Harry was looking at his letter, but he had his turned over. He was looking at what seemed like a purple wax seal.

"Hurry up! What are you two doing? Checking for letter bombs?" Uncle Vernon shouted.

They went back in the kitchen. Harry dropped the postcard and bill down in front of their uncle. The Potters tried to sit down in the same chair that was further away from Dudley. They slapped at each other's hands before Jasmine ended up sitting across from Dudley. She brought her feet onto the chair, to avoid Dudley attacking her legs with the Smelting stick.

Jasmine was studying her envelope, wondering how this person knew her and where she lived, especially how they knew she slept under the stairs. She turned it over to see the wax purple seal that had a lion, eagle, badger, and snake, surrounding the letter: H.

"Dad! Dad! They have letters!" Dudley shouted.

Jasmine glanced up to see Vernon snatching Harry's letter away, who almost unfolded it.

"That's mine!" Harry shouted, glanced at her, and Jasmine went under the table. She was trying to pop the wax seal as it seemed like Harry was trying to argue with Vernon to distract him from Jasmine.

"Hit her with your Smelting stick, Dudley!" Vernon ordered and she backed up, not wanting that. She managed to pop the seal, but boney arms grabbed her around the waist. She was hauled out by Aunt Petunia, the letter was snatched from her hands, and Dudley was shouting that he wanted to read the letter. Aunt Petunia threw Jasmine out into the hall, causing her to stumble. The door closed and Jasmine stood there wondering why Harry and Dudley weren't thrown out, too.

Suddenly Harry was thrown out of the kitchen and into her. They nearly toppled to the ground and Dudley was thrown out as well. The door closed and Jasmine looked at Dudley, who seemed shocked to be unceremoniously thrown out by his parents.

Somehow, Harry and Dudley started fighting over who would listen at the keyhole, which Dudley won, and Harry ducked down to listen from the crack in between the door and floor. She pressed her ear against the door, trying not to trodden on Harry or knock off his glasses which were dangling from his ear.

"Watching—spying—might be following us," Uncle Vernon muttered wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want—" Aunt Petunia started to say.

"No, no we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer…yes, that's best…we won't do anything," Vernon said.

Aunt Petunia started, "But—"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took them in, we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?" Vernon replied.

It sounded like he was coming to the kitchen door and the three kids scrambled backwards away from the door.

Harry dragged Jasmine to the cupboard, possibly to have a conversation over what they heard. Jasmine got on the bed, into the corner, and picked up her book, just to have something to hold onto.

"How's your knee?" Harry asked.

"It's not smarting, but it'll bruise," Jasmine replied. "What do you think has the Dursleys scared?"

"I don't know," Harry replied. "I wonder what Uncle Vernon meant by stomping out this 'dangerous nonsense'. Do they mean criminal activity?"

Jasmine sighed, "I'm not sure. Maybe it's best to forget about it."

Harry gave her a strange look. "Who are you and what you done with my sister? You love mysteries."

"Maybe this is one mystery that should remain unsolved," Jasmine stated.

Harry had a determined look on his face and Jasmine knew, in that instant, Harry wasn't going to let it go.

Later that night, there was a sharp rap on the cupboard door. Jasmine closed her book. She replied, "It's not locked."

Uncle Vernon managed to squeeze through the cupboard and he sat on the bed, trapping Jasmine in her reading corner.

"Where's our letters?" Harry demanded.

"Yeah, who's writing to us?" Jasmine asked a little more kindly. Uncle Vernon responded better with a person buttering him up.

"Silence!" Vernon roared and Jasmine shrank back a little, "No one. It was a mistake. I burnt them."

Jasmine looked at Harry and shrugged helplessly.

"It was not a mistake," Harry said. "It had our cupboard on it!"

"Silence!" Vernon roared, a little louder this time.

Jasmine felt a spider land on her shoulder and she shuddered as it crawled on her. She grabbed it and put it on the wall for it to crawl back up.

Vernon took a few deep breaths and forced a smile which Jasmine wondered if it hurt. "Er—yes, you two, about this cupboard," Vernon started. "Petunia and I were thinking…you both are getting a bit big for it. We thought that you two must be cramped in here…we thought that you two should be moved in Dudley's second bedroom."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Jasmine narrowed her eyes at her uncle. What was the angle? What was he playing at? She always wanted Dudley's second bedroom, but this seemed…fake.

"Don't ask questions!" Vernon snapped at him. "Take your stuff and go upstairs, now!"

They gathered their things. Jasmine stuffed her things in a tattered messenger bag that she had since she was five.

It took one trip to move their things because they didn't have much stuff to move. When Harry opened the door to Dudley's second bedroom, they were greeted by the sight of bunk beds. It was probably the most money the Dursleys ever spent on them.

Harry and Jasmine looked at each other, before they ran to claim a bunk. Jasmine tripped on e a loose floorboard that Dudley may have made in one of his tantrums. She looked to see that Harry claimed the bottom bunk. She looked at the top bunk, her heart pounding, sure there was a frame to keep her from falling, but that didn't mean anything to her. She didn't like heights. If humans were meant to be in the air, they would have wings.

She went to Harry, "Let me have the bottom bunk. You know I don't like heights."

Harry looked at her from the bottom bunk, "I was here first."

"I'm the oldest," Jasmine stated.

"First here, first claim," Harry countered.

"Ugh, fine," Jasmine replied and used the ladder to climb to the top bunk. She can try to make the most of it, by not looking down. "Hey, Harry?"

"What is it?" Harry asked, poking his head out to look up at her.

Jasmine managed to stand up on the bed and she pointed at him. "I have the high ground! I'm now taller than you!" She laughed and Harry just shook his head. He went back under and Jasmine got on both knees on the bed, looking at the things that Dudley had broken. The only thing that managed to capture her interest was the books that looked like they were never read.

"Harry?" She asked, wondering if he somehow fell asleep.

"What is it, Jazz?" Harry asked.

"Do you think there's an actual reason why we got this room, instead of the Dursleys doing it because we seemed cramped in the cupboard?" Jasmine asked.

"Maybe," Harry answered. "If the letter writer knew we slept in the cupboard, maybe the Dursleys thought that maybe if we switched rooms, they won't be able to tell?"

Jasmine frowned, "How long do you think we'll be able to keep this room?"

"I don't know, Jazz," Harry replied, "I don't know." He sounded sleepy and Jasmine decided that Harry should sleep.

Now with the room switch, Jasmine felt her interest pique with the letter writer. If the letter writer might send them more letters, she needed a plan. She got down from the top bunk and looked through the bookshelves. She found a pen and a notebook among the books, and she went back to her top bunk, ready to plot.

Jasmine was awoken by the bedroom door closing. She sat up, groggily, the notebook sliding off of her chest as she did so. She looked at Harry who seemed frustrated. She pulled a curl of her hair out of her mouth, as she managed to slur out, "What is it?"

"We got more letters, but Uncle Vernon got to them before I could and he ordered me to come here," Harry stated.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Jasmine asked.

"You seemed exhausted because I think you were up all night writing," Harry explained.

"I was planning, because I thought the letter writer might return. Since they did, I have a few plans written down," Jasmine explained.

"I have one, too. We repair that alarm clock, set it to six in the morning, and get the mail before Vernon can," Harry told her.

Jasmine nodded, "Right. And when that fails, we have a back-up plan ready." She was starting to get excited, "I can serve as a distraction! I'll go to the mail slot at six, while you go around back to the front to intercept the mailman, by getting the mail before he can put it through the slot!"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I think that might work."

That day, they managed to fix the alarm clock and the next morning, it went off as six o'clock. The Potter twins managed to sneak downstairs and Jasmine went to the kitchen to snag some food, while Harry went to get their letters. Jasmine was eating a piece of bread when she heard a scream in the hall. She crammed the bread in her mouth and went into the hallway to see what happened.

It looked like Uncle Vernon had the same plan as Harry, because he had a sleeping bag and it seemed like he had been asleep in front of the door. Vernon shouted at Harry for what seemed like thirty minutes before ordering them to go make him some tea. Harry and Jasmine grudgingly went to go make Vernon some tea, although Jasmine made some for herself.

"What happened?" Jasmine asked, as they waited for the teakettle to go off.

"I stepped on his face," Harry answered.

Jasmine looked at him, curious. "What did his face feel like?"

"Squishy," Harry answered.

The kettle whistled and Jasmine took it off the stove. She needed to make her uncle's tea just right. If she didn't, they might get grounded, all because Harry accidentally stepped on Vernon's face. When they got into the hallway, the mail arrived and Vernon was ripping the letters into pieces, in front of them.

On Saturday, Harry and Jasmine tried Plan B, which consisted of Jasmine trying to distract Vernon and Petunia, while Harry went around back to get to the front yard. Plan B didn't work to well, because Vernon opened the door to see Harry. Vernon had grabbed Harry by his shirt collar and dragged him inside the house.

By Sunday, the house was boarded up, and Uncle Vernon had dark circles under his eyes. He was looking rather ill, but he seemed cheerful. "Do you know why today is a happy day, Dudley? Do you?"

Jasmine looked at Dudley, who seemed to be thinking, which looked painful.

"No posts on Sunday," Vernon said. "No damn letters—"

Something came whizzing out of the chimney and smacked Vernon in the face. Jasmine had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing.

Soon, more letters started shooting out of the chimney. Harry and Jasmine looked at each other. Harry jumped in the air to try and get a letter, Jasmine went for the ground. She snatched one and jumped up. She ran for the stairs, but bony arms grabbed her around her waist. The letter was ripped from her hands and torn into pieces. Vernon dragged Harry and Dudley out into the hall, by their shirt collars.

"That does it!" Uncle Vernon roared, pulling great tufts out of his mustache. "I want you all back here in five minutes! We're going away! Just pack some clothes! No arguments!"

Jasmine found her uncle intimidating with half of his mustache gone, so she went to do as she was told. "Sorry I couldn't get a letter," she told her brother as they packed up their clothes. Jasmine stuck two mystery books in her messenger bag. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she didn't want to be bored along the way. It seemed like her plans were useless now.

"It's okay. I couldn't get one either," Harry told her.

Seven minutes later, they met at the bottom of the stairs. It looked like Dudley tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.

"You can't take that with you, boy," Vernon stated gruffly, before hitting him 'round the head.

Three minutes later, they were in the car, speeding off to who knows where. It seemed like every now and then, Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and go in the opposite direction.

Dudley looked at the Potters. "Who wants to talk to you this badly?"

Jasmine wasn't sure how long they drove, because she focused on reading and trying to drown out Dudley's howling because he was having a bad day because he was missing his favorite television program. She was close to telling Dudley to be quiet or doing something to shut him up, but she didn't want to risk a harsh punishment when they got back to Number 4. She narrowed her eyes at her book and gripped the book harder. She gritted her teeth, trying to drown out Dudley's complaining.

Harry poked her, "Jasmine?"

"What?" She snapped out. It even shocked her with the rude tone she used. "Sorry, Harry." She looked at him, "what?"

He pointed and she noticed the water. It was dark outside and Jasmine noticed at their uncle was gone.

Dudley started complaining about missing five television programs, how hungry he was, and how he didn't get to blow up an alien on his computer.

Jasmine was positive that Dudley was trying to get Aunt Petunia to change her mind, but she refused to say anything to him. She was annoyed that they chose now not to give into Dudley's demands, which felt like a punishment to them, because she had to hear Dudley complain. She wasn't sure how long it took, but Vernon returned holding a long, thin package.

Vernon was grinning madly, "Found the perfect place. Everyone out!"

Jasmine and Harry looked at each other. Jasmine was positive that Vernon lost his mind. She stuffed her book in her messenger bag and made sure her clothes covered it, to make sure that her book didn't get soaked, since it started sprinkling, when they got out of the car.

Uncle Vernon was pointing to what looked like a large rock way out at sea.

Jasmine noticed what looked like a miserable looking shack on the rock. She hoped that if they were in there, that a wave wouldn't sweep it away or that the roof didn't cave in on them.

Harry looked at her, "You can guarantee that there's no television in there."

"Storm forecast for tonight," Vernon replied. "This gentleman has kindly agreed to lend us his boat."

Jasmine looked over to see a toothless old man ambling up to them. He had a wicked grin and he was pointing to an old rowboat in the iron-grey ocean. She looked at the boat and back at the toothless man. She pointed at the boat, "is that thing safe?" The man shook his head. "Oh." Harry grabbed Jasmine's hand and squeezed it.

"I've already got us some rations," Vernon stated, "so all aboard!"

They got in the boat, Jasmine nearly fell into the water along the way, but they managed to get in. She was surprised that the boat didn't get swamped considered with Dudley and Vernon's weight.

It was freezing in the boat, so Harry and Jasmine huddled closer together to try and keep warm. As the boat started heading towards the shack, Jasmine started to feel dizzy from the bumpy motion. Her stomach started churning despite not eating anything, and she was starting to shake. She was feeling warm despite getting sprayed in the face from the ocean and the rain beating down on her. She moved away from Harry and leaned over the edge already getting sick.

Harry was holding Jasmine's hair back to keep it out of the way. "It's all right, Jazz. Take a few deep breaths. Maybe you should focus on the shack."

Jasmine nodded and pulled back. Everything was rocking and she still felt dizzy. Harry kept his arm around her shoulders and he maneuvered her till she could focus on the shack, which seemed to get closer. She was shivering and sweating. The rain and icy spray wasn't helping. She huddled closer to Harry, trying to keep warm. She stared at the shack and after what felt like hours, they got to it. She stood up, shaking and shoved Dudley to the side, just to get onto solid land.

She fell to the ground, which was already slippery. Harry was there by her side and helped her up. She was still feeling dizzy, but it was ebbing away. Uncle Vernon led them into the shack.

"It smells like seaweed," Jasmine mumbled, finally getting her strength back.

"I know," Harry replied. "You can hear the wind through the gaps in here. At least there's a fireplace."

Jasmine looked at the fireplace, "It looks damp. Will a fire even start?"

"I hope so," Harry replied. "I'm freezing."

"Here you all go, here are your rations." Vernon said, sounding somewhat happy. He set the bag on a coffee table and started passing out the rations, which turned out to be a bag of crisps and a banana each, for all five of them.

"Here, take half of mine, especially after your bout of seasickness." Harry said, holding out his bag of crisps.

"No, eat them. You shouldn't have to go hungry just to make sure that I'm okay," Jasmine stated. "I'm feeling better now that I'm on solid land."

Harry eyed her, deemed that she was telling the truth, and nodded. It wasn't a lie, Jasmine was feeling better.

After Vernon attempted to start a fire in the fireplace with the crisps bags, they decided that it was time for bed.

Jasmine layered her clothes as an attempt to warm up a little.

"How can a person sleep with the wind rattling the windows?" Harry asked, as the Potters watched as Petunia searched for blankets.

Jasmine shrugged, "Beats me. Do you hear the waves hitting the walls?"

"Maybe the sounds would drown out Dudley's snores," Harry replied, hopefully.

"Don't forget Uncle Vernon's," Jasmine reminded him.

"Oh, right. Him too," Harry said.

Petunia made a bed for Dudley on the couch with some moldy blankets she found. After that, Vernon and Petunia went to the bed in the next room while the Potters were left with a thin, ragged blanket each. They were left to find a soft spot on the ground, which was mostly covered in sand.

Jasmine went to search near the fireplace to find a spot.

"Over here, right in front of Dudley," Harry called to her.

Harry and Jasmine stacked the blankets and huddled together, as an attempt to get warm. Harry was next to Dudley.

Jasmine laid there on the ground, looking at the ceiling, "Harry?"

"What is it, Jazz?" Harry asked.

"Remember last year, on our tenth birthday, I told you that when I turned eleven, I wanted an adventure?" Jasmine asked him.

"Yeah," Harry asked.

"This is not the adventure I wanted," Jasmine told him.

"What adventure did you want?" Harry asked her, as he drew in the sand.

"Something fun and exciting," Jasmine told him. "Not something where I get sick or where we get rained on. I wanted something that didn't make us feel miserable." She looked at Harry, who seemed to be thinking. "What are you thinking about?"

"When we get back to Number 4, I'm going to make a bunch of clues and send you on a scavenger hunt. I'm not sure what the prize would be," Harry said.

Jasmine smiled, "And when we get home, I would give you five minutes of my bathroom time."

Harry chuckled, "You keep those five minutes, especially with that mane of yours. Do you think that the house would be filled with letters when we get back?"

"I hope so," Jasmine stated.

"Me too, then we would be able to snatch a few," Harry mused.

"Yeah," Jasmine replied.

She wasn't sure when or how she even fell asleep, but she awoken when Harry shook her awake. She looked at Harry and noticed that there was a cake drawn in the sand. He noticed that and it had "Jazz and Harry" written in the middle with eleven candles on it.

"Make a wish and blow out the candles," Harry told her.

Jasmine asked, "Together on three?"

"Yes," Harry told her.

"Make a wish," Jasmine told him.

Together, they blew on the sand cake, erasing it, and they looked at each other, grinning.

"Happy birthday, Harry," Jasmine said.

"Happy birthday, Jasmine," Harry said.

"Maybe we should wake up Dudley, to tell him," Jasmine said.

"Good idea," Harry replied. They stood up and made their way over when a loud boom caused them to freeze.

"What was that?" Jasmine asked, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe the roof was caving in. It was just their luck that it would happen, right on their eleventh birthday.

BOOM!

Dudley jerked awake, "Where's the cannon?"

It seemed like the shack shook and Vernon ran in, holding a rifle. "Who's there? I'm armed! I'm warning you!"

Harry pulled Jasmine out of the rifle's way. Jasmine looked at Harry, "Does he even know how to use that thing?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know."

SMASH!

The door flew off the hinges and Jasmine could see what looked like a giant of a man standing in the doorway.

A/N: I never experienced seasickness before, so if I got something wrong, please tell me, because I had to look it up. I never read a character getting seasick before. I figured, "Why not make Jasmine seasick?"