This makes me so giddy writing this. At last, Jemma's journey to Hogwarts... REWRITTEN!

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!


Chapter 9: A Phoenix on the Hogwarts Express

...Torn up wings...

...Vicious venomous lances gleaming in its horrible black maw...

...Scales muddy like moss...

...Blood red eyes...

...a guttural scream as fangs dug into flesh...

...Her own voice... screaming...

"NOOOOO!"


Jemma woke up with a gasp, face and neck glistening with cold sweat, and shivered in the sheets. She felt a pair of gentle arms around her and she looked up. A sigh of relief escaped from her lips once she saw Harry gazing down at her worriedly. "Nightmare?" he murmured, his fingers gently stroking her hair.

"Yeah..." Jemma mumbled, cuddling closer to Harry.

"Was it about your Dad?"

The Phoenix Soul felt a lump in her throat as she frantically tried to come up with a lie. The last thing she wanted for Harry was to worry about any potential threats against him and her. But, she didn't want to be dishonest, either. "No I dreamt that someone... something... was out to get you..." she whispered before looking up at Harry, worry swirling in her doe brown orbs. "Harry, promise me that you'll be careful while I'm gone..." she mumbled, making her cousin chuckle a bit.

Harry gave her a little cuddle. "You don't have to worry about me, Jem," he told her gently. Then he got out of bed and said, "I'll get started with breakfast. Make sure you didn't forget to pack anything." And left the bedroom.

All thoughts of her nightmare vanished once Jemma realized what today was. With an excited squeal, she bolted out of bed and ran to her room. Seraphine, still asleep, perched on her room's window ledge startled awake when Jemma burst into the room, shouting, "I'm going to Hogwarts!" at the top of her lungs.

The phoenix had a disgruntled look on her feathered face. 'No need to go shouting about for the whole world to hear, Jemma...' her voice sighed in Jemma's mind.

The young girl merely laughed. "I can't help it, Ser'. I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.

Seraphine spread her wings and tapped the window with her beak. 'I'll go ahead,' she told Jemma, who cocked her head to the side. 'Do you even know how to get to King's Cross Station?' she asked.

Seraphine, if she could, would have smirked as she replied, 'You'll be surprised to know that I've traversed the farthest corners of the world in just a span of a few days after shedding my down. See you!'

Once Jemma opened the window, Seraphine took flight. She flew a few good leagues away, reached the Quidditch pitch, and disappeared in a flash of flames. Taking her friend's word for it, Jemma did a quick once-over of her trunk, packed a few personal items in a rucksack, then, headed downstairs.


After explaining to Harry that Seraphine had gone ahead, a quick breakfast, and an even quicker shower so she could dress in the most comfortable clothes she could pick, she, Otulissa (who was safely shut in her cage, sleeping) and all of her things Apparated with Harry to King's Cross Station, where her mother and Dudley were waiting. Seeing that her father had not accompanied them, Jemma's heart ached. She had hoped that she would be able to talk to him, even if it was just to say "I love you, Dad." Or "I'll write to you soon."

Dudley noticed his little sister's frown and gave her a big hug in hopes to console her. "Did he stay behind?" Jemma asked him quietly.

"He said he had something to do at the office..." Dudley sighed.

"He was fired from office the last time I saw him," Jemma pointed out.

"Surprisingly, Dad managed to get himself hired in another company the whole week you've been gone," her brother informed her.

"Good for him," Jemma shrugged before facing her Mum.

Petunia had a warm smile, despite the turmoil of her family well on its way to being upended, on her face as she kissed her daughter on both cheeks. "Write to us, won't you, my darling?" she implored.

"I will, Mum, every week," Jemma smiled.

Petunia embraced Harry and, gently, whispered in her ear, "Watch over her whenever you can, Harry, please..." to which her nephew nodded as he returned the embrace.

That's when the Weasley family arrived with Hermione.

"We better get going," Harry said, helping Jemma with her trolley.

"Bye, Mum! Bye, Dudley!" Jemma waved goodbye to her mother and brother and trotted after Harry.

Ron saw them first and waved them over. "Let's wait a bit. When the crowd thickens, we'll slip through the barrier," he told them as they stood near the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10.

Her heart racing at the prospect of going through the magical barrier and seeing the Hogwarts Express with her own eyes, Jemma did as Ron instructed. It was a busy September 1st morning and people flooded onto the platforms to catch their trains. When the crowds thickened around them, the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, and Jemma saw their chance. One-by-one, they leaned against and disappeared into the wall. Jemma and Harry were the last ones to go after Ginny, watching her disappear through the wall with her trolley, before looking at each other.

"How did it feel the first time?" Jemma asked curiously.

"It wasn't that different from ordinary walking. But it's best to go at it in a run if you're nervous," her cousin told her, holding one side of the trolley steady.

Jemma held the other side and, together, they went through the barrier.

Jemma would never forget her first look at the Hogwarts Express. A bright scarlet steam engine locomotive sat on the tracks, great puffs of white smoke pouring out of its smokestack, surrounded by throngs of wizarding families seeing their children off, as owls flew overhead and cats scurried about.

"Wow..." Jemma breathed out, eyes wide in wonder.

"A lot to take in, huh?" Harry chuckled, ruffling her hair, as he quickly pulled up the hood of his jacket to keep anyone from recognizing him. Jemma merely nodded, a big grin on her face, before she and Harry joined their friends.

Ron, George, Bill, Charlie, and Percy were all giving their sister extra hugs and extra reminders to write to them everyday. Since Ginny was the only one in their family now going to Hogwarts, they wanted to stay updated on what was happening to and around her.

"If any barmy git looks at you funny, let us know," Ron told her.

"As soon as possible," George added.

"Oh, geroff, you two, Ginny can handle herself," Charlie laughed, giving his sister a big hug.

"Take care, Ginevra," Bill said playfully dodging his sister's hand.

"We'll write to you and Jemma every week," Percy promised.

Arthur hugged his daughter, telling her how proud he was of her, while Molly was close to weeping as she gave Ginny a kiss.

After getting a tight hug from Hermione, who wished her the best, Ginny went over to Harry and Jemma. "It's going to be strange going back without you..." the redheaded Weasley admitted, looking a bit sad.

Harry sadly smiled and brushed a stray strand of red hair behind her ear. "I'm going to miss you everyday But, I'm patient. I'll wait for you," he said softly.

"How the tables have turned," Ginny smiled before pressing her lips to Harry's.

"Children in the vicinity, you two!" Jemma hollered, making them break the kiss.

Harry and Ginny laughed at the young girl's mischievousness. "Don't worry, Harry, Jemma's in safe hands. I'll watch over her," Ginny reassured her boyfriend.

"I know. Thanks, Gin," Harry said and watched her leave to get her trunks packed into the luggage compartment before looking at his younger cousin with a semi-stern look on his face. "And, you, young lady, better not give Ginny a hard time. Try not to get into trouble on your first week. You can pull pranks on anyone you like the week after," he told Jemma, who nodded dutifully, before leaning in close.

"I hid the Marauder's Map in your trunk under your robes. Just be mindful of Mrs. Norris and Mr. Filch."

Jemma was already familiar with the Marauder's Map from Harry's Third Year. Once, during the summer of his Fourth Year, he'd shown it to her and indicated all the secret passageways in the castle as well as how to use it. And this summer, he had informed her that, while Hogwarts had been rebuilt, some of the secret passageways were still accessible. Harry had a feeling that Jemma might need a guide (or, most likely, a way to evade the caretaker's grasp should she or some of her future friends get into a tight spot) so he decided to give her the Map.

After Harry had whispered the secret into her ear, Jemma repeated the two phrases the Map required.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Mischief managed."

Smiling at his younger cousin, Harry pulled her into an embrace. "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time at Hogwarts, Jemma," he murmured, running his fingers through Jemma's hair.

"But, Harry, what if I don't get Sorted into the right House? What if I don't get the lessons? I don't want to disappoint you, or Aunt Lily, or Uncle James..." Jemma mumbled, still feeling nervous, before looking into Harry's brilliant emerald green eyes. Fear of the unknown was evident in her doe brown eyes and Harry's green had a rather calming effect on her so Jemma focused on his eyes for a bit.

When her cousin took hold of her shoulders, Jemma blinked. "Jemma, you are never going to disappoint me, or my parents, so long as you do what's right both for yourself and others. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin... It won't matter to me which House you'll be Sorted into. I am already so proud of you. And I always will be. Never forget that," Harry told her, his eyes shining with both love and pride.

Jemma, after a minute to let Harry's words sink in, relaxed and embraced Harry tightly. "I'll do my best..." she promised.

"I know you will," Harry smiled as they let go of each other.

Already, the Weasleys were helping Ginny get her and Jemma's trunks onto the train, Otulissa awake and hooting for Jemma to get her.

"Cousins together; friends forever," Harry grinned as he and Jemma locked their pinkies together.

"Cousins together; friends forever... I've missed that," Jemma smiled, giving Harry one last hug, before joining Ginny on the train, carrying Otulissa's cage.

The two girls watched their family and friends wave goodbye as the Hogwarts Express chugged out of the station. Both of them waved back, giggling when they saw Harry race to the edge of the platform, almost tripping over his own two feet in his haste, and shouted out promises to write soon and not get into any mischief. Jemma managed to keep her eyes locked on her cousin's long enough to see that they were filled with sheer adoration for her.

As Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys disappeared from view, Jemma and Ginny caught sight of a scarlet streak following them. "Looks like Seraphine's joining us," Jemma smiled at Ginny, the girl she was already beginning to look up to as a big sister.

"Wonder how everyone will react to seeing a phoenix at Hogwarts. It's been a while since Fawkes left..." Ginny said wistfully, remembering the brave phoenix of Dumbledore's who helped Harry in saving her life back at the Chamber of Secrets.

"Do you think Fawkes will know that his daughter's there? Do you think he'll come back?" Jemma asked her.

Ginny shrugged before spotting a familiar face.

"Luna!"

Both girls were thrilled to see their friend, handing out copies of the Quibbler to anyone passing by, and rushed over to her. "Hello, Ginny. And hello to you, too, Jemma," Luna smiled as she handed them their copies of the Quibbler.

Jemma looked through the articles and stopped at a particularly intriguing one. "Nargles have now infiltrated the Ministry of Magic... What's a Nargle?" she frowned before Luna handed her a Butterbeer cork necklace she painted with fiery orange and red feather patterns.

"This will keep them from stealing your stuff. And, when it's Christmas, it's best to avoid mistletoe since they're known to infest it," Luna advised her.

While still in the dark on what a Nargle was, Jemma put on the necklace. That's when Ginny saw some fellow Seventh Years and remembered something important. "Merlin... Head Boys and Girls... completely forgot..." she muttered, putting a hand to her forehead.

"What's wrong, Gin?" Jemma asked, tilting her head up.

"I'm Head Girl and I have to share a compartment with the Head Boy and all the House Prefects. Sorry, Jem, I can't sit with you for the ride. Why don't you go find a compartment with Luna..." Ginny swiveled her head from Jemma to find Luna already on the far side of the train car, passing out Quibblers to everyone, and groaned.

Jemma was about to tell Ginny that she could go find a compartment by herself when she caught sight of a blonde witch with a flower, a blue magnolia, in her hair enter an empty train compartment a few steps away. Smiling, Jemma turned to Ginny. "No worries, Gin. I think I know where I'll be sitting," she reassured her.

While Ron's sister joined her fellows, Jemma carried Otulissa's cage over to the compartment she had in mind and knocked on the door, which promptly opened to reveal a familiar face.

"Mind if I sit with you, Wendy?"


Hogwarts, early morning

Minerva McGonagall surveyed the portraits of the school's past Headmasters, her eyes lingering on Dumbledore's, as she rechecked the list of First Year students for this term. "This will be quite a term, I believe," Dumbledore's portrait smiled, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

"Indeed..." the Headmistress sighed, already imagining the kind of chaos the next generation of young witches and wizards will bring.

"I will see to it that Filch will be able to round up most of the troublemakers should they think of stealing from my Potions cupboard."

Dumbledore chuckled while McGonagall gave a pointed look to the ghost lingering in her office. The ghost, while pearly white and transparent, still managed to maintain his greasy, black hair, and simpering scowl after all this time. "Now, Severus, if you terrorize the students once more..." McGonagall chided the former Potions master.

"Better I terrorize them than Peeves," Snape retorted. Dumbledore chuckled once more and remarked, "You make a fine point, Severus, but let us not dwell on the future troubles, but the future students coming to our school. Ah, the new arrivals... Young minds eager to learn. If I am not mistaken... a cousin of Harry's is joining us. Now that is something to look forward to."

McGonagall smiled and couldn't help but let out a small titter upon seeing Snape's appalled and horrified face. The former head of Slytherin House, his cloak swishing as he sailed through the air like an airborne snake, began muttering prayers to God and Merlin. "If that girl turns out to be just as insolent and foolhardy as the boy, it will be ruin for the school..." Snape grumbled.

"You needn't worry about it, Severus. I've been fortunate to meet Ms. Dursley. She is a well-mannered child, I assure you," McGonagall reassured him.

Snape merely scowled, but his mind wandered to the young girl he had seen during the holidays of Potter's Third Year. Back then, he had thought that the girl was an irritatingly excitable child the way she looked at everything. But he supposed that it was due to the fact that she had been only a child, not yet aware of the magic within her, and nothing more.

And, then, there was that one time he saw her, just a smidge bit older, during the boy's Fifth Year Occulumency lessons with him. Disastrous as the lessons were, it allowed Severus to see just how strong the boy's resolve to protect others was. From the brief memories he had seen inside the boy's mind of the girl, it was clear to Snape that she was one of the most important people in Lily's son's life.

And he had to admit... he saw a bit of Lily in her...

Turning to McGonagall, who was waiting for his response, Snape, still wearing that same scowl on his sallow face, said, "I will take your word for it, Minerva." And left the Headmistress's office. But not before muttering something under his breath that made Dumbledore's portrait's eyes twinkle.

"I will see to it that, compared to the boy, she excels in Potions."


Hogwarts Express

Jemma found it rather hard to keep Wendy's hand steady as she applied Colour-Changing Nail Polish to her nails. Whenever she launched into a story about her life in America or its magical history, Wendy flapped her hands all over the place, making wild gestures to articulate key points in the story. But Jemma didn't mind. Wendy's stories were a ton of fun to listen to. Right now, Wendy was regaling her with a tale about Rappaport's Law and its repercussions on America's Wizarding Community.

"So thanks to Dorcus Twelvetrees, the No-Majs at the time were able to obtain information about MACUSA, that's the American equivalent for the Ministry here, and also Ilvermorny. The No-Majs formed squadrons in order to hunt down any witches and wizards living in their area. If only Dorcus could have seen that Bartholemew Barebone was of Scourer descent...

"But, then again, she'd been known to be a poor student in Ilvermorny. The records kept back there don't say much of her accomplishments, only her bad grades.

"And her actions forced MACUSA to pass Rappaport's Law and drive the entire American Wizarding Community deeper underground. To this day, American wizards aren't allowed to practice their magic so close to No-Majs. Anyone who does that, back in Ilvermorny, we call him or her a Dorcus AKA an idiot. Fun fact: Rappaport's Law was enacted sometime during the 1790s. During that time, the term 'a Dorcus' became popular. In 1926, the British Magizoologist, Newt Scamander, was in the US at the time and, from what I've heard, he played a big role in taking down Gellert Grindelwald," Wendy said, smiling sheepishly as she saw that Jemma was trying and failing to paint one of her nails because she was gesturing so wildly about with her hands.

"Wow... I didn't know America's magical history was so vast..." Jemma said, amazed nonetheless, as she finished painting all of Wendy's nails.

"Yeah. While Rappaport's Law was repealed in 1965, the Wizarding community in America's still wary about interacting with No-Majs. I can't blame them what with the Salem Witch trials in the 1600s and the Second Salemers from the 1920s. At least here, my family can breathe a little easier and have more Muggle friends. A lot of the parents in Ilvermorny still persuade their kids to limit their contact with them," Wendy shrugged before painting Jemma's nails this time.

"You're using British terms now. It won't be long until you're speaking in true Brit accent," Jemma smirked at her.

"Oh wow, what will Mom and Dad say?" Wendy laughed.

Both girls continued painting each other's nails, marveling at how the colours would change every ten seconds, in silence for a while before the trolley witch passed by along with two boys, who were both rummaging through their pockets for money. Jemma and Wendy both decided that it was time for a snack.

When they joined the two boys at the trolley, however, someone suddenly cried out, "There's a phoenix flying right by us!" and practically everyone rushed out of their compartments!

Wendy and Jemma shared a smile, already knowing what was going on, and joined the rest in pressing their noses to the windows.

True enough, Seraphine was flying rather close to the Hogwarts Express. Some of the children pried open a few windows and tried to reach out to try touching just one of her tail feathers, but Seraphine easily swooped out of their grasps. With such grace, she circled over to Jemma and Wendy and happily trilled.

"See you at Hogwarts, Seraphine," Jemma whispered, the phoenix trilling in reply, and watched as Seraphine soared on ahead.

Wendy glanced at Otulissa, still sleeping in her cage, and it all made sense. "It'll be weird having a phoenix delivering your mail," she remarked to Jemma once Seraphine was out of sight and everyone headed back into their compartments.

"That's why I have Otulissa," the young girl replied. The two of them caught sight of the trolley witch and made a beeline for her, their stomachs growling and in need of sweets.

The two boys who had been rummaging through their pockets earlier were there, too, and were both buying Liquorice Wands. Jemma recognized them both. "Lawrence? Vincent?" she called out as she and Wendy neared the two.

Both boys heard her and, upon turning their heads, nearly dropped their Liquorice Wands. "I was wondering when I'd see you," Lawrence shook Jemma's hand again and smiled a bit at Wendy.

"Hello, Jemma," Vincent mumbled, twirling his Liquorice Wand absently in his fingers, and looked down at his shoes.

Jemma smiled shyly at Vincent, unsure on what to say next, before Wendy piped up, "You guys saw the phoenix earlier?"

"Oh, yeah, it was really something. I'm going to include that in my first letter to my Mum and Dad," Lawrence nodded.

"I heard that there used to be a phoenix living in Hogwarts. Was that the same one?" Vincent asked curiously.

Wendy glanced at Jemma for a second, enough to see her give a small shake of the head, and did the same. Something told her that her new friend didn't want anyone else finding out about Seraphine. Then, her and Jemma's growling stomachs brought them back to their present task and they both decided to get a bit of everything off the trolley, splitting the cost of 11 Sickles between the two of them.

"Picnic in our compartment? There's loads to go around," Jemma offered.

"But no one touches the Chocolate Frogs. I need my chocolate..." Wendy warned them, already unwrapping one.

"That's a bit too much..." Lawrence raised an eyebrow as Wendy expertly kept the wriggling Chocolate Frog in her hand.

"There is no such thing as too much chocolate," Wendy told him, popping the confection into her mouth.

Lawrence and Vincent helped the girls carry the sweets into their compartment and, for the rest of the trip, chatted while eating them. Vincent and Lawrence quickly got acquainted with Wendy and, after hearing about her life in America and Ilvermorny, told her and Jemma about their families.

The two boys' families, the Casbys and Aureliuses, were close friends and both highly respected in the Wizarding community. Lawrence's family was known in the fields of Herbology and Magizoology while Vincent's was one of the most skilled artisan jewelers in all of Britain.

"If you ever saw my house, you'd think we'd been overrun by all the plants and beasts there. Mum and Dad are always looking out for new species. As for Vincent's family, they have an entire workshop in their basement where all the jewelry for high standing families all over the country is made," Lawrence told Jemma and Wendy.

"Huh, so you're both rich boys..." Jemma remarked.

"Yeah, but Lawrence and I aren't spoiled or anything," Vincent told her as he had a Cauldron Cake.

Wendy, in turn, told the trio about her parents. Her mother and father, who both worked for MACUSA, were now serving in the Ministry's Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. "They work for the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee, specifically. My Mom comes from a No-Maj family so she knows better than Dad, who pretty much grew up surrounded by magic, when it comes to coming up with excuses," she informed them before polishing off a fourth Chocolate Frog.

"So, you're a Half-Blood while you two are Purebloods," Jemma said, suddenly feeling a tiny bit embarrassed, gesturing to each of her new friends.

"What about you, Jemma?" Vincent asked as he passed her a Pumpkin Pasty.

Jemma quickly debated whether to tell them that she was Harry Potter's cousin before, ultimately, deciding against it. There were three possibilities that could happen.

A. They'd think she was joking and laugh.

B. They'd think she was lying.

C. They'd start thinking she was going to be the next Chosen One or something similar.

In the end, Jemma replied, "Well, I'm from a Muggle family, but my Aunt and cousin on my Mum's side of the family are magic." And didn't say anything else.


After talking about their families, the four newly-acquainted friends partook in a guessing game while eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

Lawrence got Almond, Bacon, Cinnamon, Sugared Violet, and Toffee.

Wendy, having never tried Bertie Bott's before, was eager to try every bean she got before she ended up biting into a Liver flavoured one on her first try and put them all back in the box. "When the box said 'A risk with every mouthful!', they weren't kidding..." she grimaced, grabbing another Chocolate Frog to get rid of the taste.

"No worries, I got some of the safe flavours here. You can have them," Jemma offered her a handful of beans that she was sure were comprised of the proper sweet flavours such as Coconut, Apple, Chocolate, Marmalade, Peppermint, Bubblegum, and Marshmallow.

Vincent bit into a light blue one and gagged.

"Blech... Sardine..."

After eating their way through all of the sweets, Jemma, Wendy, Vincent, and Lawrence had another conversation. This time, the topic was on the four Houses.

"I'd like to be in any of them," Wendy said, beaming.

"Even Slytherin?" Lawrence asked, eyes wide.

"Why not? Sure, that House had some bad eggs. But that doesn't mean all Slytherins are evil," Wendy pointed out. She may have been raised in America, but Wendy was up to date in whatever was happening in Britain because her family always kept in touch with some of her father's friends who had been present in Britain during the Second War. As for her views on House rivalry, Wendy didn't care about them. She'd seen house rivalries in Ilvermorny before, but she never supported any House. She accepted everyone, regardless where they came from.

Vincent frowned a little as he dug his headphones and Walkman out of his bag. "My parents would disown me if I get Sorted into Slytherin," he said, his dark blue eyes suddenly cold as he gave Wendy a disapproving look.

"Harsh, much..." Wendy mumbled, but Vincent had already slipped his headphones over his ears and was currently nodding his head to the music.

"Mum and Dad aren't too strict when it comes to what House I'll be in. But, well, they were both in Ravenclaw and are kind of expecting me to be there, too. Slytherin... I'll admit, they're not their biggest fans, either. You know, I've heard rumours that Slytherin House is jinxed and everyone's calling it 'The Evil House.' No one wants to be friends with a Slytherin because they're afraid of turning to the Dark Side," Lawrence told them.

Jemma frowned. "Well, that's a bit unfair. Sure, there was Lord Voldemort, but not every Slytherin can be evil," she said before noticing Wendy and Lawrence staring at her with their mouths agape.

Vincent had his eyes closed and was mouthing the words to some rock song and hadn't heard her.

"You said the name..." Lawrence said in awe.

"Like it was nothing..." Wendy added, awestruck.

"So? He's gone and, really, it's only a name. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm just saying that just because one wizard from Slytherin turned bad, it doesn't automatically make everyone in that House like him," Jemma shrugged, resisting the urge to roll her eyes in amusement.

"So you're saying that you're okay with getting Sorted into Slytherin?" Wendy asked her, curious, as she fiddled with the blue magnolia in her hair.

Jemma shrugged again and said, "I guess but, I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for Gryffindor... or maybe Hufflepuff... that House sounds great, too..." while keeping to herself the fact that she was terrified.

Despite Harry reassuring her that he would be proud of her no matter what House she was Sorted into, Jemma couldn't help but feel guilty of hypocrisy.


The sky outside soon turned dark and older witches and wizards were now roaming around the train cars and telling all the First Years to get changed. Vincent and Lawrence excused themselves to go change into their robes. Wendy and Jemma got dressed into their plain black Hogwarts robes, giggling with excitement, and even had enough time to braid each other's hair before the boys got back. Vincent took one look at Jemma, her hair in a fishtail braid, and blushed to the tips of his ears. Lawrence took notice of this and playfully elbowed him, making his friend glare at him.

"Somebody's tongue tied," Wendy grinned mischievously, glancing at Jemma, who merely avoided eye contact with Vincent for a good full minute.

When the call came out that the train would be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes, Jemma, Vincent, Wendy, and Lawrence hastened to collect all the sweet wrappers and cram it into their pockets, remembering to throw them out later, and all the Chocolate Frog cards.

"You got Cliodne in there, Wendy?" Lawrence asked the blonde.

"Yeah, I got an extra... Ooh, I got Harry Potter!" Wendy looked at her card, the Boy Who Lived staring back at her.

Jemma edged a bit closer to see the card. There was Harry, jet black hair messy as ever, with his piercing green eyes and a stoic look on his face, looking every bit the courageous Savior of the Wizarding World he was.

But, underneath all that seriousness and no matter what the little description under the picture said, for Jemma, he would always be her cousin Harry.

"Oh, hey, got another one... Want one, Jemma?" Wendy asked, handing her another. Jemma accepted it as she and her new friends left their compartment.

Before getting off the train, she looked at her Chocolate Frog card.

Harry's picture, as if recognizing who had gotten his card, smiled at her.

"You think I should tell them about you?" Jemma whispered, holding the card up to face Wendy, Vincent, and Lawrence all excitedly talking to each other, before facing it to her again.

Picture Harry seemed to chuckle and shrugged.

"Yeah, I'll let them figure it out on their own," Jemma smiled, pocketing the Chocolate Frog card, before getting off the Hogwarts Express and diving into the sea of heads and black robes.


Wonder how long it'll take for Jemma's new friends to discover that she's not exactly the most ordinary Muggleborn witch?

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-GuardianDragon98