"Jamie, Jamie right here," a photographer from The Prophet was calling for her attention. Jamie held her smile, tilting her head toward the man as she shifted the flowers she was preparing to plant in her hands. The Prophet had taken a sudden interest toward Jamie's work, and while she kept most of her dealings with The Messenger, she had been instructed not to turn down "positive" press if possible.

Xolia was sending Colin Creevey, who had applied to intern for the last remaining weeks of summer, to grab some shots of Jamie as well. She and a group of Order members, Emmeline, Bill (who had taken the Weasley seat on the Wizengamot, replacing Aunt Muriel), Madame Bones, her cousin Andre Shacklebolt (who had just permanently moved to Great Britain) Annaliese Lawless (a new-coming singer to the scene who was becoming quite popular among the younger generations) Harry, and Viktor and Fleur who were visiting.

The group had pulled together funding under Jamie and Harry's new foundation: The Potter Family Foundation, which provided relief support for families who had been affected by violence and war. They were making their first public appearance and had attracted a large crowd of supporters from the Ministry and the community.

Emmeline was present because she was closely representing on Jamie's behalf on the Wizengamot. Jamie had invited Bill, Madame Bones, Annaliese and Andre to join her and Harry on the foundation board.

Andre was making political moves of his own. Four years older than Jamie, and the only son of Kingsley's brother Jerome, who worked for the French Ministry of Magic. Jerome had married Aunt Celine coming right out of Hogwarts and kept their home in France. However, Andre had attended Hogwarts as it was Shacklebolt tradition and had been a Ravenclaw and exceptional Quidditch player.

After three years of playing professional Quidditch for the Falmouth Falcons, Andre was witness to a historic brawl after fans rushed the field following a particularly nasty match against the Tutshill Tornados. Three fans were killed, and several players were injured, including Andre, who suffered a concussion and tore several ligaments in his shoulder, preventing him from ever playing the sport again.

Now healed, Andre was speaking out against violence, especially in the sports industry, and was a proponent of positive and safe play for all.

"There's Colin," Harry told her as they broke their posing to continue planting flowers around the base of the stature that had been erected in a courtyard in Diagon Alley. Jamie sat up and waved Collin over, making faces at people who didn't let the boy easily through so he could angle his camera toward them.

"Colin, hi," she greeted him, wiping sweat subtly from her brow. "Thanks for coming out, Annaliese and Andre are excited to give you some comments about their involvement today."

Annaliese grinned and waggled her fingers toward the younger boy. Annaliese, half-Japanese and half-American, was the product of an inter-racial marriage between a Japanese witch and a muggle American bourbon magnate. As a half-blooded and mixed-race witch, Annaliese had been targeted in school and had dropped out due to the bullying.

Annaliese was a tiny little thing, not quite five feet tall, with short locks she dyed to be a smoky lavender color and pinned up into victory rolls. Annaliese was incredibly kind-hearted and gentle-speaking, looking sweet and delicate in her classy 1950's frock dresses during appearances.

On stage, she took off her pastel cardigans to show off the tattoos running up and down the lengths of her arms, dressed in rockabilly costumes and brandishing a glass of bourbon as she rocked out. On stage she was a force of nature: energetic, charismatic, and commanding.

Using her rough childhood experiences while in school, Annalise was all about promoting younger generations to be themselves and equality for all. She was making her debut over in England, promoting her upcoming album in pop-up performances around Diagon Alley and had been keeping up with the papers, reaching out to Jamie to join her. They had invited Annaliese to join The Order as well.

"Hey Colin," Annaliese called out in her surprising southern twang. "Jamie, sweet pea, how are we looking on flowers?"

"I think we're just about done, Fleur, Viktor, will come with me to wipe up before we hold the ribbon cutting ceremony?" Jamie called to her visiting friends, who nodded and made to stand up.

They had pushed for funding for a memorial for Cedric, placing it in the small lot between two shops after a building had burnt down years ago and never was replaced. Diggory Memorial Park it would be called.

Cedric's parents had arrived and were standing to the side, weeping but smiling with gratitude. Jamie winced but kept a serene smile on her face, trying to appear graceful and respectful as she fought her own internal grieving over the boy she had loved. Things were still a little tense between the Diggory's and Jamie, but hopefully this tribute to their son would be the olive branch they needed.

They wiped off their hands and the four Champions came together to the front of the small park, which was enclosed by a wrought iron fence, a ceremonial white ribbon running across it. Cameras were snapping as everyone ooh-ed and aww-ed over their finished work.

A statue of Cedric stood in the center, him smiling, his wand slightly raised out, the sun reflecting off of the brass finish. A plaque at the bottom of the statue podium was etched with his name, his lifespan, the kind of young man he had been and events surrounding his death.

At the base of the statue was a small circular garden, lined with paving bricks and filled with rosemary and gladiolus. A winding brick path led in from the gated entrance from where they would cut the ribbon to allow people to enter. The path created a looping route around the base of the statue and around the small garden, where black-eyed Susan, chamomile, sage, blue salvia, zinnia, violets, and yarrow had been planted throughout.

Little fountains, bird baths, and bird feeders were dotted amongst the flowers. Several benches were placed around the path and near the statue so people could sit and enjoy the peace of the garden.

Despite being in the middle of a busy shopping thoroughfare, there was a serene quietness to the garden, where only tinkling fountains and chirps of birds could seem to be heard.

"Thank you all for coming to this very special ceremony," Jamie began as they gathered with a large pair of scissors for the ribbon cutting. Harry held a framed photo of Cedric beside her. Fleur had placed a comforting hand on Jamie's back, looking sad but smiling gently.

"As you know, Cedric Diggory was an incre—"

Her words died in her throat as screams and loud banging ripped through the air, disrupting the sacred peacefulness of the garden. Smoke was blooming around the street as masked figured appeared, dressed in dark cloaks, and shooting off curses into the sky, startling booms like fireworks going off.

"JAMIE! Alert The Order!" Emmeline was shouting to her as she raised her wand, shouting for people to evacuate. It was chaos as people were running and shouting, children crying as families screamed for each other. The Diggory's turned on the spot, evacuating immediately. She could hear her father shouting protective spells toward the garden, trying to create a barrier to protect those inside.

Jamie crouched, pulling out a small coin she kept in her pocket. Hermione had made these coins as a way to alert the others in case of emergency, which is what she was doing as she pressed repeatedly against the face of the coin.

Spells were hurtling around the street square as shouts continued on. Everyone in the garden had crouched down behind the fence, protected somewhat from bushes and flowers and Kingsley's protective shield spells.

Jamie stood up, wand raised, and began firing stunning spells toward the cloaked figures. She swung her leg over the fence, anger on her face, as she stepped into the square to fight back. The others joined her, Bill staying close to Harry.

Pops could be heard in the street as Aurors and Order members appeared, throwing themselves in the fight. Jamie saw Colin huddled behind a turned over bistro table, nose bleeding, but snapping photos of the scene in front of him. She waved over Dedalus Diggle and told him to take Colin back to HQ where it was safe.

"JAMIE!" Xolia appeared, camera and wand in one hand. She was rushing toward her looking frantic. She reached her, embracing her, as they watched the cloaked figures disappear as they realized they were outnumbered.

It was a ghostly scene. The whole attack had happened in only minutes, yet it felt as if everything had been moving in slow motion. Her father was panting as he turned to lay his eyes on her, shoulders slumping with relief.

Civilians who hadn't managed to flee were sitting up from behind overturned tables and trash bins, some of them were scraped up or appeared to be injured. Children were crying, Order members were shouting for medics as they arrived, trying to assist with the worst off.

"Xolia, do you have your recorder on you?" Jamie asked solemnly, exhaustion in her bones. Xolia nodded, realizing what Jamie was doing, and pulled out a recorder from her bag. They would send the broadcast across the radio later, and a print article and the photos would run that night.

"Tell us what happened here, Jamie." Xolia prompted as Kingsley stepped in to join her as an Auror official and witness.

"We were gathered at a ceremony for The Potter Family Foundation, we were unveiling our first project, the memorial garden and statue for Hogwarts student Cedric Diggory, who was murdered earlier this summer. Approximately fifty people, ministry and community officials and friends and family to Cedric were present," her voice cracked. "His parents were here, grieving, and they had to witness this."

She could feel a rage building inside of her.

"I cannot say for certain who these people were, they were cloaked and masked, but the appeared suddenly and began firing spells into the crowd and air," Jamie spat out. "I do not know what their intent was other than to cause panic and disrupt a ceremony promoting peace. I am disgusted and horrified on behalf of everyone innocent here who was injured, and I'm devastated at what this will have done to Cedric's family and friends who have already suffered so much this year alone."

Xolia motioned for Jamie to stay where she was as she snapped a quick photo of her. Jamie let her eyes wander over the scene before her, almost overwhelmed with emotion.

"One last comment, Jamie, I can see you are itching to go help the others," Xolia said. "If you could address the people who committed this attack, and to the rest of the community, what would you say?"

Jamie took a deep breath. She was firing off her comments without rehearsing with Dumbledore and the others, but the rage burning inside of her needed to be released somehow. She spoke from her heart.

Eyes burning, tears spilling over, angry, face dirty, she stood in the center of chaos and clenched her fists.

"If your purpose was to come and cause fear and panic, then you succeeded," she ground out. "But do not be fooled, because fear and panic are short-lived, and if you could only see around me, you would see an army of people coming to the aid of those you targeted. You would see anger, you would see humanity, and you would see a resilience for continually fighting back against violence and evil in this world.

You may have startled us, you may have caused injury and fear, but do not mistake those facts for cowardice, for a victory," she took a shuddering breath, her heart thumping. "You did not win here, and you will not win, not as long as there are people banding together for the good and humanity and love of all. For those in the community not present today, I implore you to consider this: this could have happened to you, to your family members, your children, your friends, your neighbors. These events are horrific, and the only way to prevent something like this from ever happening again is to stand up in support of those who fight back. We need you to fight back, now more than ever. I'd like to close by promising representatives from The Potter Family Foundation will be reaching out to the victims of this attack for additional support and services."

"Thank you, Jamie," Xolia nodded to her. Jamie turned and walked toward a little girl who sat huddled on the sidewalk. Her mother was a few feet away, her leg being tended to by a medic. Jamie sat beside her, the girl no more than three years old, and she climbed into Jamie's lap, shivering from shock.

The worst of the worst of the injured had already been taken to St. Mungo's ER. Medics were cleaning up the last of those not seriously injured. Shopkeepers and volunteers had arrived, sweeping up broken glass and debris and righting tables and chairs.

Annaliese, Fleur, Bill, Viktor, and Andre were helping an elderly shopkeeper repair her shop windows and the brick around her doorway. Annaliese had a bloody temple but a stern expression as she worked, and Bill was half-supporting Fleur, whose ankle was bruised, the pair speaking quietly to each other.

Harry and Remus, who had arrived on scene with the rest of the Order, were talking quietly to a younger couple who held their son, no older than six, a bandage around his head.

Xolia was asking Kingsley and another Auror about the specifics regarding the attack, the investigation, and number of the injured. Jamie closed her eyes as she rocked and soothed the little girl, trying to drone out the chaos ringing in her ears and the grief in her own heart.


AN: I know, it took an abrupt turn.