"Jackie, your yard is so nice. How do you keep your flowers so lively?" Normally Hermione would not care for something so trivial as flowers, but Harry could see what she was doing. She was trying to figure Jackie out, find out if there was magic at work here.

"Trust me it wasn't easy. I spent the majority of the time since I got back working on it. Its no secret that the key to s healthy garden is to love it. My mom use to say that, she had a gorgeous garden before she died. Whenever she went on trips I use to watch it for her."

"What'd your mom do? You really cared about her." Hermione said softly, her face warm. Harry watched Jackie, she closed her eyes for a moment: she was thinking what her mother had really been doing?

"I did love her a lot. She was the best mom anyone could ask for. But was she really doing? I know she was working in the rainforest in the Amazon for a while. She told she was looking for the cure of a sickness, she told me it was horrible. I know that was what she was doing the last couple of years. She brought me back a couple of things; my favorite was a bracelet of charms carved from bone. I have it somewhere. Anyway, the irony of it was she caught the very disease she was trying to cure. I visited her it the hospital a few times. It was a horrible sight; it was like talking to a copse. She was so thin and fragile. For the last month of her life I watched her slip away, she rarely conscious of what was going on around her."

"So your mom was a scientist?" Hermione asked quietly, noticing how Jackie was affected by talk of her mother.

"I guess you could say she was one. I don't even know what college she went to. I know she did research. She was always bringing home samples of trees and plants that she thought would be the cure. They all had weird names, and my mom kept them all in her special room at our old house. I never went in there because she said it was dangerous, but I figured it looks something like a mad scientist lair, with lots of test tubes and fires burning."

Hermione looked at Jackie curiosity burning in her eyes, she need to talk to Remus. Everything that Jackie said about her mother suggested that she was herbologist, the strange plants and the secret room where she worked on it. It is very possible that her mother had kept it all a secret from her. Her mother could be a witch and had passed it down to Jackie and never told her daughter.

"So Jackie what do you do around here for fun?" Ron asked trying to lighten the mood.

Hermione didn't have time to tell Harry what he thought until later on that night. Jackie and Ron were in the back yard trying to catch fireflies in jars. When Jackie found out the Ron had never partaken in this activity she took it upon herself to teach him how. Hermione used this as a chance to talk to Harry privately.

"What do you suspect Hermione" Harry asked in a quiet voice as he watched the two in the yard running around with empty jelly jars.

"I think her mother was a herbologist. Remus should have gotten back to me, but I have received anything, so I'm still not sure about their schooling. Its very possible that her mother died before she was able to tell Jackie about her abilities."

"How can you be sure she was a herbologist? She could have just been a scientist like Jackie said."

"That's possible, but look at it this way. You saw what she did at the lobby, you heard how her mom kept most of her work a secret. Her mom was working in the rainforest on finding a cure for a disease. I think it was probably a curse that someone didn't want a cure found for. There is a lot of research for the cures of many things, both muggle and magical."

"This isn't like you Hermione, usually you would have a lot more proof, but there really isn't much to go on. It's all speculation. There's what I saw, but that could have been a coincidence, then there's the stuff about her mom, but she could have been a scientist who was unlucky. I know what's happening here." Harry whispered in a harsh voice.

"What Harry, what are we doing here?"

"We're replacing her. That's what we're doing. We meet a girl who's fun to hang a round. She's a bit of a mystery. We're trying to make her magic, part of our world, but she can't be. When has luck ever been on our side? Never! Things like this never happen to use. I believe it if it was a plot to kill us, that's normal isn't it. But no, I'm not getting my hopes up." Harry stood up and walked back into the house. Hermione followed after him, whispering quickly.

"Harry James Potter, you get back here right now. You are not going to leave. We came here with you to get your mind off the war and everything that happened. Not, let me repeat NOT so we could replace Ginny. There is no one in the world who could replace her, do you hear me! Now you come back out on this porch and be the polite guest that you are. I'm surprised with you, how could you possibly think we are trying to replace Ginny. I know you loved her, we all did, but she died for you to live. Do yo understand that, live. Not mope around miserable for the rest of your life, wishing you could have died to. Do you want her death to have been for nothing?"

Harry looked at Hermione. Tears were welling up in her eyes, there was so much pain and he was the cause of it. All they wanted to do was be able to move on, but he kept bringing up the past, all of the old pains. How could he do this to his friends? Hermione wanted this for him; they brought him here so he could be happy. And he was. He hadn't been this happy for a long time. He had been a horrible friend; he was selfish, only thinking about how he felt.

"Hermione... I'm-" she cut him off.

"I know Harry. Go back outside; I'm just going to go freshen up." Hermione disappeared into the room that she was sharing with Ron.

Harry found Jackie and Ron lying on the ground looking up at the stars. Ron was explaining so things that he had picked up in Astronomy. Harry was sure a few of the things Ron said were made up, but Jackie didn't seem to mind. She looked up at the stars smiling in their dim light. Harry lay down next to her.

"Hey Harry, what were you and Hermione talking about. I heard someone yelling." She asked, her voiced filled with concern.

"It was nothing; sometimes good friends disagree about things that aren't really important." Jackie was sure it was something important. She had noticed the odd questions that had been asking and the critical looks they gave her sometimes when they thought she wasn't looking.

The three laid watching the stars for long into the night, Hermione joined them after a while. Her mood had much approved since Harry had last seen her. A chorus of cicadas and crickets lulled the group as the moon rose into the sky casting a ghostly glow over the land. Harry reached a hand out and grabbed Jackie's. She looked at him a smiled. She didn't care if he was hiding something; she liked him in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Harry what's it like where you're from?" Jackie asked the next morning as the sat down to eat breakfast. Harry thought abut the question.

"Well, for most of my childhood I lived my Aunt and Uncle at their house in Little Whining. It wasn't the best growing up, my cousin Dudley always picked on me, I was a scrawny little blighter. Once I was accepted into Hogwarts things got a lot better. I spent a couple summer with Ron and his family."

"Where do you live now?"

"well, I spent sometime with Ron. I have a house that was left to my in a will, but you know, brings back memories and all. I haven't really been there since my godfather died."

"Oh Harry, that's sad. Were you, well, close to him?"

"Yeah, you could say I was. He was like a father to me. I don't think I ever got the closer I really needed. Sometimes it feels like he's still out there."

Jackie felt connected to Harry, he was so alike. They had felt the same pains, they could understand each other. And she knew what they both needed, some cheering up. They should do something fun. Jackie waited until Ron and Hermione joined them to announce what she had planned.

Ron and Hermione walked in and sat at the table. They greeted Harry and Jackie before fixing themselves breakfast. Jackie waited until they were done eating to make the announcement.

"Okay guys, I've decided that today we are going to the Pavilion, it an amusement park down by the beach. I haven't been in a while, it'd be fun!"

"Sounds great" Harry Said.

"Wonderful."

"Wait!" Ron said looking bewildered. "What is an amusement park?"

"Honestly Ronald. Do you listen to a thing I say…" Hermione snapped, before launching into an explanation of an amusement park.

"Was Ron deprived as a child?" Jackie asked Harry as Hermione explain the principles of a roller coaster. Harry laughed before answering.

"No, but he grew up in a rural area and out school was basically sounded by woods. He didn't really grow up around technology." Harry answered using a well rehearsed lie. He felt bad lying to Jackie, but he couldn't just come out and say, 'Oh well, wizards don't need amusement parks, we have magic to entertain us.'

The rest of the day was spent in the relaxing atmosphere of the beach side amusement park. They spent their time playing games, eating and riding on the rides. Ron rode on a roller coast called The Hurricane nine times before he got sick and had to sit out for a while. Harry and Jackie shared a cotton candy while taking a ride on the Ferris wheel from which they could admire the seashore, the park grounds and a green tinted Ron that waited below.

Eventually the day wore on and the four found themselves one Jackie's back porch sopping ice tea and watching the sun set. After a while it was just Harry and Jackie, Hermione and Ron had excused themselves. The two talked quietly, listening to the wind chimes. All was peaceful and quiet until and shout came form inside the house. Followed by the return of a very excited Hermione, who was waving around a piece of parchment paper.

"You have to come read this Harry! You'll never guess what he said." She said all at one time.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked confused.

"Its Remus."

A.N. Yes, its another chapter, I am on a roll. Another should be out soon, its a four day weeked for me. I decided that I am going to give this story and actual name now that it is more than the one-shot I originally planned on it being. And since I'm not in the creative title making mood, I am leaving it up to the readers to make one. I think I'm going to give you all untill chapter 15 to send in ideas, then I'll chose my favorite one.

Till next time my lovelies Dingo