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Chapter 3
That's what makes her: Jamie

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Harry had forgotten about the couple on the platform as the school year started and as two weeks went by, he was far behind in work. Apparently, saving the wizarding world doesn't excuse you from homework. Harry was in the common room, doing homework; no doubt with Ron, with Hermione reading their work as they went along. The sunshine lit up the room and mocked the two boys as they started on their Charms paper.

Ginny had retired to the library with Luna after she complained about the noise that a couple of forth graders were making.

Harry put down his quill and massaged the writing cramp that was in his wrist. A year without writing made it a lot harder for him. He had noted how his writing had changed on every paper, getting slightly messier as he went along. He frowned at the progress he had made in his homework – it would take him another whole weekend to finish all the work. But really, the work could have been a lot worse if Voldemort was still on the loose. A drama-free year is just what he wanted, but if he wanted a homework-free year (which was pushing it); he shouldn't have gone back to school.

At that moment, a group of six year girls came stumbling through the portrait hole in giggling fits. One of them was a girl with long raven black hair, whom Harry recognised from the platform. For once, since term started, Harry remembered the odd couple on the platform and he recognised the girl as the same one the woman was embracing. He didn't quite feel the same way as he did with the couple. For Merlin's sake!, Harry thought. They were just strangers – nothing more. They were looking at you: as if you're not used to that!

'Harry, focus on your work!' Hermione said her voice far-away. Harry snapped back to reality, realising how stupid he must have looked gaping at the sixth graders.

'Hermione… you know everyone in school, right?' Harry asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

'I'd like to think so,' she said rather smugly.

'Wow – that confident, huh? Stalking people just to learn everything about them: I underestimate you sometimes, Miss Granger,' Harry smirked.

'Was it one of those sixth graders, Mr. Potter? Sleeping with Ginny not good enough so you're thinking of doing a threesome?' Hermione said coolly. Ron looked up with such surprise that his arm slipped and he streaked a line across his parchment.

'What?! You've been sleeping with Ginny? My baby sister?'

'No, Ron. Hermione's just kidding, aren't you 'Mione?'

'Am I?' she asked innocently.

'Is she?' Ron said.

'Nah she's right. But don't worry, Ron: we use the contraceptive charm… at least, I think she does.' Harry and Hermione couldn't contain their laughter when they saw Ron's absolutely priceless expression. Ron gave them a hard glare.

'That's not funny. My sister's virginity is not be joked about.'

'Who said she was a virgin?' Hermione said, sobering up her laughter to make it seem as plausible as possible. Harry continued laughing as Ron's jaw dropped past its limit.

'That's really not funny,' said Ron sternly

'No but you're expressions are,' Hermione said, trying to stifle her giggles. 'OK, moving past Ginny – why do you ask, Harry?'

'Just curious about who that girl is over there,' Harry nodded his head towards the sixth year girls, 'the one with black hair.' Hermione lifted her head slightly before answering.

'Oh, that's Jamie Parker. Sixth year obviously, good at gob stones, excellent in Charms, Potions and Transfiguration… not so good at Defence against the Dark Arts though. Pity, cause a girl with talent like hers should, logically, be good at Defence against the Dark Arts. Must be a family thing, though. You should know her, Harry.'

'Should I?' Harry said bemused.

'She was at the try-outs for Quidditch when you were captain. I think she was trying for chaser.'

'Well, half the school was at those try-outs, Hermione. You seriously can't expect me to remember who was at the try-outs… people from other houses were trying out, for Merlin's sake!'

'Hey - I remembered,' she said defensively.

'Yeah, but we're not sufferable little know-it-alls like you 'Mione,' Ron interjected, trying to get back at her for her "not-so-funny joke".

'Isn't that a complete turn-on to you, though?' Hermione said, moving closer to him suggestively. Ron gulped right before Hermione's lips came crashing down onto his.

'Ugh, get a room,' Harry chuckled as their kiss deepened.

'Like you're one to talk, Harry. Plus – we are in a room,' Hermione said briefly before continuing her make-out with Ron. Harry chuckled and moved back onto his homework feeling somewhat uneasy.

O – o – O

Jamie had just come back from playing a very amusing prank on a couple of boys in Slytherin. Even though there were some decent guys in there, didn't stop the fact that all Gryffindors hated them. She hadn't got caught (this time) and so she felt no worry about getting an angry howler being sent by her mother.

She and her friends sat in the common room, still laughing at the sight of the boys when they had their mouths filled with soapy bubbles (after saying something cruel to a group of first years), their hair turned into bright pink, purple and electric blue mohawks and bogies chasing after them. Jamie had always been good at charms… and transfiguration, potions and gobstones.

Jamie was a natural prankster – and she was smart too. She never had problems when it came to spells and potions, and she never really needed anyone to help her when it came to making fools of others. She was not as good as the legendary Weasley twins, but she was good nonetheless.

'Hey,' Katherine nudged her. 'Look over there.' Jamie looked at where her best friend was pointing and saw none other than the Boy Who Lived.

'What am I supposed to be looking at exactly?' she asked sweetly.

'Ah-DUH! The dreamiest boy in school: Harry Potter,' Katherine said the name softly so that only she and Jamie could hear. Jamie groaned in disgust: she did not hate nor despise the guy, she just didn't like him. She was one of the rare people who did. Her parents were sometimes talking non-stop about him, and this somewhat contributed to her dislike towards him. It sometimes seemed to her that he was more important to them than their only child.

'Maybe I should go over there: he might need some company… his friends look "busy"' Katherine said. Jamie saw two-thirds of the Golden Trio making out on the couch next to Harry but Harry didn't seem to care what his friends were doing.

'He looks busy too… with homework,' Jamie pointed out obviously. Katherine frowned at her friend.

'Well… seeing as his friends are busy… and little miss thing isn't here… he might need a tutor.'

'You? Tutor him? You've seriously lost your mind. Like he's going to get help with his homework with someone two years younger than him. Especially when his best friend is the brightest witch in the school!'

'A girl can dream, can't she?'

'More like you're having a nightmare.'

'Why do you hate him so? He saved the freaking world!'

'Maybe the whole saving-people-hero thing doesn't work for me, ever thought of that?' Jamie said coolly. Katherine pondered on the thought. 'Besides, it's not like he cares about any of us – like he even knows we exist. He's got his world and I've got mine, and they will never collide! I'll make sure of it.'

A/N: you're liking it right!? Please say yes and review – and I'm still looking for a BETA if anyone cares.

This is a filler chapter – just so you guys get an idea of what Jamie is like and that she really is James and Lily's daughter.