Chapter Nine: Of Books and Dreams
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A/N: Hey everyone, sorry it has been so long with the update for this story. I've been working on my own short story for months now. It is being edited, and I may post it on FictionPress. I will let you know if I do. So, I can now put some time into my fanfics!
Snape, Dumbledore, and Malfoy were walking out of the classroom, and once Snape got to the door frame, he looked once more at Neville. Jasmine saw Neville shrink down just a little. His gaze drifted over to Jasmine, and at this moment, she learned what caused that shiver in Neville. The hatred in the man's eyes was intense. It also seemed that at this moment, the man could/would actually hurt them.
Nicolas stepped in between Jasmine and Snape. "You need to go, Mr Snape," Nicolas growled at the man. The deepness of his voice made this comment seem more like a threat. Once that was done, he turned his attention back to the class. For the first time ever, no one seemed concerned or worried about their potions. Sure, they got the same thing from Slughorn, but Nicolas made it feel easy. Almost natural, really, for anyone to be doing potions. At the end of the class, the man gave an assignment she couldn't help but giggle at. "Okay, student, by this time next week, I expect a two-foot-long essay about why learning potions this way was easier than the way Snape was teaching you. Class dismissed."
Nicolas walked out of the classroom at this point. Jasmine was assuming that he was going to be calling his wife to get his things. They also might be needing a new potions book simply because they were getting a new teacher. Jasmine shook her head of these thoughts as she started putting her books away. As she threw her backpack over her shoulder, Jasmine noticed the cabinet containing Snape's old school book was unattended. Jasmine looked at Hermione and Pansy and then back at the cabinet. Almost like they were on the same page, all three girls nodded at the same time. They started talking to one another as they made their way towards the cabinet.
"Do you think it is still there, Hermione? I mean, it has been a while since he took it from me?" Jasmine asked.
"It wouldn't surprise me if it wasn't. A used book like that with notes in it from an awesome Potioneer would be priceless to Snape." Hermione said with a slight glint in her eyes.
"If it is, I say we take it. The book is yours at this point." Pansy said with a sly smile. "You did 'own it' for half a year already."
"I know, but getting it back would make things so much easier in the upcoming years," Jasmine said as she opened the cabinet. She started looking through the books held within it. Jasmine found Advanced Potion-Making within minutes. Flipping through the book until she got to Draught of Living Death with a look of hope on her face. Jasmine looked over it until she found Snape's notes. "Found it," Jasmine said quietly. "Let's go before Nicolas or the Jack-arse returns."
"Agreed." Pansy and Hermione said as one. They hooked an arm around Jasmine's and started leading her out of the classroom.
-HAN-
Snape was sitting there in Dumbledore's office, furious about what had just happened to him. He KNEW that Potter had done this to him with the help of Flamel. Albus had been defending him, so this couldn't be one of his planes. No, this was all Potter. She was just like her father, after all. This was infuriating.
"You need to calm down, Severus. I am certain that this was all Nicolas' idea. He has been in contact with Ms Potter for a while now. That being said, I doubt they planned this together. This has Nicolas fingerprints all over it." Albus said calmly, a little too calmly in Snape's opinion.
"That may be the case, but the smug look on her face was more than telling, in my opinion," Snape said coldly.
"Perhaps," Dumbledore said, a little off in thought. "We may have long since crossed a line with her, and the gender issue just was the thing that broke the pre-verbal 'camel's back.' So, now to get Ms Potter to do what we NEED her to do, we must dance to her turn for now. Once she starts needing more information on Tom, then she will be eating out of our palms."
Snape scoffed at this. "With Flamel here, I doubt she'll do that."
A coy smile crossed Dumbledore's face. "Give me time, Severus, give me time."
-HAN-
Perenelle was pacing around in front of the fireplace, worried about Nicolas. He should have been home for lunch by now. This was disturbing. She was half of the mind to floo call, McGonagall, to see if anything had happened to him. Before she moved to do this, the fireplace leaped to life, and Nicolas was stepping out of it. The look on his face wasn't a pleasant one. She had only seen him this angry twice in her life. Sadly, one of these times was when she stumbled upon him working on the Stone. This could have gotten them both killed.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas Nicolas? Quelque chose est arrivé aux filles ?" Perenelle asked more than a little scared and angry.
Nicolas took a sigh of relief at this question. "Measurement non, mais je suis maintenant le maître des potions à Poudlard." Nicolas said this last part flatly.
"WHAT?!" Perenelle asked, more than a little shocked at this statement. If he was going to be teaching at Hogwarts, she would go with him to make sure Dumbledore didn't slip him a poisoned drink or something. The fact that she was now speaking in English showed how angry she was. She didn't talk in a foreign tongue unless she was in shock. "How did this happen?"
Nicolas sighed at this point and shook his head. "I followed the girls to their first class, which just so happened to be potions, and I did not like what I saw there." Nicolas started pacing around, gesturing around as if he was trying to vent his overflowing rage. "The man only inscribed ingredients on the blackboard, walked around the classroom glaring at students, and degrading them instead of helping them." Perenelle didn't know which was worse at this point. That Nicolas knew this information, or that SHE knew this information. Nicolas was continuing the story pulling her back to the current moment. "What infuriating me the most is that the man seemed to take pleasure in extremely degrading one student and uplifting other students." Nicolas slammed a first down on the table, causing Perenelle to jump. "The bastard didn't even seem to care that students were putting themselves in danger."
"How stupid is this man?" Perenelle asked, more than a little flustered at what she'd been told. "Will you need me there, Nicolas?"
Nicolas nodded his head. "Given my chat with Death, I think it is time we activated Plan Alpha, and the girls will be the ones at its centre."
Perenelle looked at him, shocked for a moment, but she needs more information given what he might have done. "Explain," Perenelle said calmly.
-HAN-
12:10 PM
Great Hall, Hogwarts
Pansy was sitting there, almost dancing in her seat with anticipation. The room was going to be told what was happening with Snape. For the first time ever, the room was filled with bursting at lunch. Not a single student was missing, and it seemed like they wanted to set aside their regular routine to be here right now. Pansy couldn't see Nicolas, but she couldn't see Snape either, so this was a good sign, right?
A hand being placed on both her thighs made her calm down. She glanced to her right and left to look at her girlfriends. This was the first time she was the one in the middle, and it felt strange, really. Add into this the warmth she could feel coming from her cheeks. It was almost like she was taking a photo with the two of them. Colin Creevey was walking around with his camera again that might not be too far from the truth.
"What's wrong, love?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing, I'm just waiting to hear those glorious words: 'Snape is no longer you Potions Master.'" Pansy said with a smile. "And when people hear who will be replacing him, then I think there will be a wave of chaos through this Hall."
"That's still no excuse for you to be dancing in your seat. It's almost like you want to pounce on one of us." Jasmine said with a smile.
Pansy looked over at her with a smile. "What if I do?"
Before anyone could say anything, Dumbledore entered the Great Hall with Nicolas and Snape following him. Snape looked right pissed, but Pansy really didn't care. Given what he allowed to happen in the school during her seventh year, she didn't care what happened to the bastard. All three of them walked up to the professors' table and took a seat. Nicolas took Snape's old seat. Snape took a seat to the far-left side of the table next to Lupin, much to his displeasure, it seemed.
Once they were all seated, Dumbledore said: "Can I have everyone's attention please." The Hall fell silent. "I would like to inform everyone that Severus Snape will no longer be employed here as the school's Potion Professor. Snape will be aiding Professor Lupin in his classes when he is feeling ill. He will be monitored in these classes by a member of the Board of Governors to prevent him from mistreating a student. Lastly, Nicolas Flamel will be taking over as the new Potions Master. If you are all wanting to do so, he will be teaching Alchemy as well. That, however, will be done during the weekend to prevent any disruptions during normal school hours. Lastly, the new head of Slytherin House will be Professor Sinistra."
By the end of this statement, the entire Hall was alit with conversations. Pansy glanced over at the Slytherin table and found the table as the whole looking more than a bit upset. Losing their 'right' to do whatever they wanted had to suck. Sure, she felt that too, but it was to a lesser degree than the others. Since she had started dating Jasmine and Hermione, his treatment of her was abysmal. Pansy leaned over to Jasmine. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer man. It sucks that he will still be teaching here when Lupin is sick."
"Yes, and he might use this to get the man fired," Jasmine said bitterly.
"Well, I'll do what I can to prevent this," Pansy said passionately.
"Well, we need to get the man's permission to do anything," Hermione said swiftly.
"Well, we can talk to him about it tonight when I have a lesson after dinner," Jasmine said with a smile. "I wonder what he is going to do when I conjure my Patronus tomorrow."
Hermione reached over and cupped Jasmine's face. "He'll probably be happy for you, Jasmine." Hermione looked over at Pansy and smiled. "Don't you agree, Pansy?"
Pansy looked at Hermione and smiled. "Of course." She then leaned in and kissed Hermione lightly on the lips.
After this, they turned to their dinner at this point. About halfway through the meal, Nicolas walked through the doors of the Great Hall. The man didn't look happy at all at this point, but Pansy didn't think she would be feeling good right now if she had to come up with a teaching plan. How much of a headache the man must have right now scared Pansy a little bit. She really didn't want to think of how hard it was to be a professor. Pansy kind of wanted to ask the man if he had ever done this before. Hopefully, he had, and that he was loads better at it than Snape.
The conversations going on around them were expressing this as well. Neville hoped that Flamel would be staying there for more than a year. "I think he will be sticking around as long as we are still here, Nev," Jasmine said. "I mean, he has a lot of things to fix that Snape has fucked up."
"Language, Jasmine," Hermione said with a little bit of mirth in her voice. "The man is a brilliant Potioneer, so we should give him credit for that at least."
"I'll give him credit for being a creep, Hermione. Since I've returned to being my rightful gender, he won't keep his eyes off me." Jasmine shook a little as she said this.
"We've talked about this before, Jasmine," Hermione said calmly. "We all think that he had a thing for your mum. Now that you who you should have been, he is being reminded of this." Hermione said so calmly some of the people around them were laughing. Well, they were probably laughing at the fact that this was the fifth or sixth time they've had this conversation.
After swallowing a bite of steak, Jasmine pointed her fork at Hermione. "That just makes things worse, Love." Jasmine's voice was pleading at this point. "The bastard should know that I AM NOT MY MUM." Jasmine was saying the last part rather loudly because Snape was walking past them. The man looked more than a little annoyed that this had been said. "Yeah, keep walking, Snape," Jasmine said under her breath.
Pansy put a hand on Jasmine's knee. "Calm down, Jasmine. We have no way of proving he had anything to do with your gender change." Pansy was hoping she was bluffing those sitting around her. "I mean, the man is a bit short-sighted."
"Pansy, he is still…." Hermione started talking with this determined look on her face. It seems the more she thought about it, the more she lost steam regarding what she wanted to say. "Okay, so he is a bit of arse, but that doesn't mean we should stoop to his level."
"Language, Hermione," Jasmine said with a smile. "Besides, I think we are going to catch more trouble from Malfoy for getting Snape fired. In his new position, I doubt he will be able to take points or give them as freely as he used to. That will make him hated by everyone now."
"I doubt that, Jasmine. The only ones who will hate him for it are the few he favoured. Excluding Malfoy, that is twelve people." Pansy said painfully. "I wasn't favoured per se, but he didn't really care what I did."
"We have told you, Pansy, we forgive you," Jasmine said, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the lips. "Besides, give who you were forced to be friends with; I can understand why you did what you did."
"How rich are the Malfoys anyway?" Hermione asked. "I still don't get how Lucius can spend money the way he does."
Pansy looked around, and when she was certain no one was listening, she said. "Okay, I think I need to put it in perspective." Pansy pointed at Jasmine. "I know you've seen your vault content, Jasmine, but I don't think you've asked how much you have."
"You're right. I didn't think I needed to know." Jasmine said with a smile. "I wasn't going to flaunt it or something."
"That's why I love you, dear," Pansy said with a smile. "Anyway, you are worth last I heard was three-hundred and nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-five galleons."
"Wow, you're loaded, Jasmine. That means in muggle terms, you're worth one million, five hundred and seventy-seven thousand, and five hundred seventy-five pounds." Hermione said, sounding more than a little shocked.
"Yeah, I knew I was rich, but I didn't know I was THAT rich," Jasmine said with a cheeky smile and blush on her face.
"Anyway, you are the third richest family in the magical community. The Malfoys are the second at three-hundred and twenty-one million, two-hundred and eighty-five thousand, one-hundred and forty-five galleons. Even though she is sitting in jail, Bellatrix Lestrange is the richest witch in the UK. She is sitting at four-hundred and twenty-one million six-hundred sixty-eight thousand seven hundred fifty-three galleons."
"How do you know this, Pansy?" Hermione asked.
Pansy shrugged. "My Dad works for Gringotts, and he has a look at some of this information. It's not like the information is kept private. Anyone could look up someone's wealth if they wanted two, given that it is posted publicly."
"So, where is your family on this scale. If I am the third." Jasmine asked with a smile.
"We are somewhere in the top twenty at fifty at five-hundred and fifty thousand, seven hundred and fifty," Pansy said with a smile.
Hermione smiled. "Well, looks like you've gone up in this world."
"Yeah, by a lot, and I don't have to pine for the attention. I still can't believe I was following my mother's suggestions. Draco was a horrible choice." Pansy almost wanted to lose her dinner at the thought of what she had been doing in her past.
"Was there one better in that lot?" Hermione asked.
"Actually, Goyle isn't that bad. Sure, his ideology is messed up, but that aside he is a nice guy. I know he mistreats other students, but he does that because it is expected of him. He and Draco have been friends for a long time. Crabbe is mean because that is just who he is. When we were younger, Crabbe would pull my hair just for fun." Pansy said this last part with a bit of venom to her voice.
"That is typical bully stuff, Pansy," Hermione said soothingly. "I know I've had my share of that."
"Yes, but yours weren't publicly humiliated for it and then still did it," Pansy responded.
Hermione sat there blinking for a moment. "What do you mean publicly humiliated?"
Pansy sighed. "Crabbe's mother sounded like a howler while she yelled at him for it when she caught him doing it. That was infront of all the children at the party and their parents."
Jasmine chuckled at this. "Who was at the party?" Jasmine asked with a smile.
Pansy sighed in despair while looking at the ceiling. "Oh God, I don't know Jasmine. If I had to guess, it would be Malfoy, Bulstrode, Nott, Goyle, Zabini, and Flint. It has been so long ago I don't remember."
"Oh, I would remember every detail if someone ever put Dudley in his place," Jasmine said with a smile.
Pansy smiled at this. "You say that now Jasmine, but if it happens, I'll hold you to it."
"Oh, hush you," Jasmine said as she swatted Pansy on the shoulder. Everyone around them laughed for a bit before Jasmine said: "Hurry up and eat, girls. We have classes to get to."
-HAN-
January 18, 7:15 PM
Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom
Remus was sitting there behind his desk, wondering when Jasmine would come walking through the door. He finally told her he was ready to start teaching her the Patronus charm last week. The poor girl had gone through a lot in a short few days. He didn't want to teach her the Patronus charm until she had spent some time in this 'new' form of hers. He never thought this was possible, but he was upset with Dumbledore over this. Remus wasn't that mad, but he could never find a reason to force someone to be the opposite gender. Hell, he didn't think it was an okay thing to make a child be something they weren't. Lord knows he hated Sirius more for doing that to the man. The fact that Sirius could kill Petter and thirteen muggles with one spell still shocked him.
The sound of the door being opened pulled him out of these thoughts. The sight of the three girls walking into the room with these sombre smiles on their faces made him smile. This brought back good memories to his mind. The way Jasmine was walking made Remus think of Lily. The closer she got, the more he saw a weight in her step. It was like there was a weight she had with each step. It was like she was being weighed down by something darker than nearly dying. To be honest, all three of them had they weighted step to their walk. There were smiles on their faces, but Remus wondered if how these poor girls could have this kind of walk. Remus thought he would ask them after gaining their trust as to what was going on with them.
Remus had to chuckle at this thought. There was something he did know that was going on with them. Remus didn't think that Jasmine would end up with two girlfriends, but she was with two attractive young women who claimed her as their girlfriend. If James were still around Remus, though, he'd be proud of this for sure. How Lily would feel about this was up in the air. He didn't think she would hate that her daughter was gay, but Remus didn't know how she would handle the fact that she had two girlfriends.
"You look lost in thought, professor," Jasmine said with a smile.
"You could say that," Remus said with a small smile of his own. "You are reminding me of both your parents right now. You are walking like Lily right now. The sureness in your step, but you're lacking that prideful swagger your father had. That being said, you have two young women to call your own reminds me of James. He would be proud of you for that, I'm sure."
"Well, that's good to know," Jasmine said with the mind.
"You are certain about that," Hermione said with a small smile. "If it weren't for the two of us," Hermione pointed to herself and Pansy. "…you would be clueless on what to do as a young woman." The proud tone in her voice was a bit out of character in Remus' opinion.
Jasmine held up her arms in defeat. "Fine, fine, you win, but I swear to you two I will get better at this."
Pansy tossed her arm around Jasmine's shoulders. "Sure, you will love."
Remus couldn't help but laugh at this. The poor girl had James lousy luck, that was for sure. "Alright, girls, we must get on with this lesson of Patronus charm."
Jasmine's face took on a sour look within a matter of moment. "Yeah, about that."
Remus looked at her, a little worried. "Are you afraid you won't be able to do Jasmine?" Remus could hide his concern for the poor girl.
Jasmine shook her head. Remus wanted to tell her whatever she was afraid she could tell him, but this was stopped by what Jasmine did next. Remus watched Jasmine pull her wand out of her sleeve, and she pointed off to their left. "Expecto Patronum!" Jasmine said with such force that it was a bit off-putting. That, of course, was a short-lived feeling as the energy gathered around the tip of her wand took form. The stag that came charging out made Remus' jaw fall open. It walked around looking for any danger, and when it found none, it walked over to Jasmine. Remus just walked up to stag and stared at it. "How?" he asked without even thinking about it.
"It is a long story, and I couldn't think of any other way of proving it," Jasmine said softly.
"Does this have anything to do with you dying?" Remus asked softly.
Jasmine nodded sombrely. "Oh yes, and I wish I could show you, but doing that would require a pensive."
Remus shook his head, not wanting to see that memory. "No, Jasmine, there is no need to do that. I don't need to see your mum and dad's, souls."
Jasmine smiled. "That isn't what I wanted to show you. There is more to that story than I just died a few weeks ago."
Remus raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Jasmine got this quizzical look on her face. "I wonder…" Jasmine said softly. Before anyone could say anything, Jasmine roared. "Dobby!"
Within seconds there was a soft pop to Remus' left side. Looking to his left, Remus saw a house-elf wearing the weirdest assortment of clothing. He was wearing an odd coloured bow tie, a violet tee-shirt, bright pink shorts, and miss-matched socks. One sock was dark brown, and the other was bright blue. His shoulders were raised relatively high as if he were proud of this assortment. "Did Missus Jasmine call for Dobby's help?"
Jasmine smiled brightly at the little fellow. "Yes, Dobby, I was wondering if you'd be able to get pensive from Dumbledore's office for me. I am needing it to show memory to Professor Lupin."
"I could ask him for it; I could," Dobby said with a smile.
Jasmine sighed. "If he is in the office, I suppose so, but if he isn't, just leave him a note. I doubt we just sneak away with it."
"I'm telling you this a bad idea, Jasmine," Pansy said softly.
"I don't think we have a choice in the matter," Jasmine said softly. Jasmine looked at Remus with this worried look on her face. "Professor, what we have to tell you is more than I just 'died.' The story is deeper than that, and sadly aside from you, the only other person that can know the truth is not here right now."
Remus looked between the three girls, and at this moment, he was looking at three young teenage girls. It was like the three of them had been through hell somehow. A part of him didn't want to know what they were hiding, but if this dark, maybe they were reaching out to him for help. "Are you girls in trouble?"
Jasmine shook her head. "These two aren't in trouble, professor, but I am, and it is in a big way. Before you say anything, this is something Dumbledore CANNOT help me with."
Remus was stunned by this. 'Why?' Remus thought. "What could be so big that the Dumbledore can't help you?" Remus asked.
"Life," Jasmine said coldly. "I was told more than what the Headmaster knows. Death, my grim Reaper to be precise, told me that I was not meant to die so young. Believe it or not, this isn't the first time that I 'died.'"
Remus was more than a little shocked at this statement. "What are you talking about?"
"I've died a total of four times now," Jasmine said flatly.
"How?" Remus asked. He then shook his head. The question needs to be more precise. It wasn't a simple 'how that he wanted to know. "How could you be 'reborn' four times?"
Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember the how exactly for the first three, but I can tell you the about the fourth. Will that suffice?"
Remus thought about this for a moment. On the one hand, he should just go with this and then tell Dumbledore everything. On the other hand, there was the trust of Jasmine had to consider. IF the girl had been sent back in time by Death, then something terrible had to happen. Him being one the people she could talk to about this had to be an earned thing. God, Death, Fate, or whatever set this in motion trusted him. How could he betray that? Sure, there was this debt that he owed Dumbledore, but did that debt outweigh this? Remus looked at the ground and thought about this for a moment. He had never been there for Jasmine when she was young, and he should have been. Given how she walked at the start of term, Remus knew something terrible was happening in her home life. He remembered seeing that same walk with Padfoot until he moved in with the Potters. Thinking about this made him lean one way. Thinking back on his life, debt to Dumbledore once more made Remus sick. Remus looked back at the girls. "Ok girls, I'll see this memory, but if it something the Headmaster NEEDS to know, I will tell him. You know that, right?"
Jasmine nodded her head. "I now would do that, Remus, but given what I am going to show you, I know you won't." Jasmine looked back at the elf. "Go head Dobby."
The elf just nodded before he vanished. It was a few minutes before he showed back up with the pensive. "The Headmaster said that the professor should see his old friends too."
Jasmine just smiled down at the little guy. "Thanks, Dobby." Jasmine then walked up to the pensive and put her wand to her temple. She closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, pulled the wand away from her head. The tiny string of silver pulled away from her head, forming a droplet. Jasmine effortlessly placed it into her memory into the pensive. "Alright, everyone, the pensive is loaded."
Remus and the other two girls walked up to the pensive. Along with Jasmine, everyone lowered their faces into the liquid in the bowl. The closer Remus' face got to the liquid, he could hear two people talking, but they didn't sound like James and Lily. It sounded like Jasmine and another woman talking. The image in the liquid also didn't look like King's Cross. It looked more like an office to him. The moment his face touched the liquid, Remus' consciousness started falling into the memory. When his vision cleared, Remus found himself standing in an office. Sitting at the desk was Jasmine was a woman with jet black hair and blue eyes. Remus tried to remember this woman, but he was drawing a blank. He didn't remember ever going to school with a witch who eventually dressed like this. The pinstriped suit, dark black heals, and the book on the desk made it seem like a business transaction. Jasmine looked the same, but she was wearing oversized throw-away boys' clothes. It took him a few moments to realize this, but she was also missing her glasses. It was like she could see clearly in this place.
Remus turned to look at Jasmine. "What is going on here, Jasmine?" Remus sounded more worried than he wanted to be.
"Well, I can tell you this: She isn't selling her soul." The woman in the pinstriped suit said calmly.
Remus stood there in stunned silence. This was a memory, and individuals in memories COULDN'T interact with the viewer. So, how was this happening? "This cannot happen."
The woman laughed at this. "If I were mortal, this would be true. I knew you were going to be viewing the memory before it happened. If you must know, it was Jasmine actively pulling the memory out that alerted me."
"So, the moment we entered, you knew where we'd be standing?" Hermione asked. The woman nodded with a smile on her face. "Interesting."
"I find it a little more than interesting," Hermione said softly.
"All of that aside, is there a reason you brought him here, Jasmine?" Death said softly.
"Well, I didn't think Remus would believe me unless I proved it to him. So, I thought I'd show him this situation." Jasmine said softly. Jasmine turned her gaze back to him. "Professor, I've travelled back a little under five years into the past."
Remus just stood there stunned for a few seconds. He turned to the Grim Reaper and asked: "Is this true?"
The Reaper nodded her head. "Sadly, yes, but there is a reason for this."
Remus just stood there wondering what the reason for this could be. "I take I'm allowed to know why I'm allowed to know this stuff, and Dumbledore isn't?"
The Reaper shrugged. "I can't tell you why the Boss allows this, but I can tell you why Dumbledore isn't allowed to know."
Remus nodded. "Okay, I'll listen."
In a calm voice, the Reaper said. "Dumbledore played God with Potter's life. He changed her gender for sexist reasons. He placed her in an abusive household and did nothing about it. He also let a fragment of Voldemort's soul remain in Jasmine's body for sixteen years. Those are just the ones that affect Jasmine's soul."
"What?!" Remus asked, completely shocked.
Jasmine nodded her head. "On May 2, 1998, I walked off into the dark forest and let Voldemort kill me. I wasn't supposed to die on that day. Furthermore, I wasn't supposed to be in love with Ginny Weasley. The Reaper only told you what affected my soul. The bastard and Ronald Weasley have been setting me up to be his wife."
Jasmine shook her head. "Yes, but I'd rather take Ronald down for this because he used the Imperious Curse on his mum."
"What?!" Remus screamed.
Jasmine flinched a little. "Yeah, it's not my investigation that found this information."
"It was our observation. Dumbledore wrote up the contract, but Ronald wrote up the contract. To keep Fawkes out of the loop, Dumbledore put an Occlumency between the two of them. He then helped Ronald work on the plan, but it was Ron's idea to use the Imperious Curse. The boy is really good at mental spells. Before you say anything, this could have been used to help Jasmine, but Ronald Weasley started walking down a dark path of his own free will."
"So, him being Jasmine's friend was just to get close to a celebrity?" Remus asked.
"Not really; he actually was Harry's friend until mid-point of their second year. That is when he noticed those physical things about 'Harry' Potter that would always be female." Remus nodded his head and looked at Jasmine. The poor girl looked more pissed right now than he'd ever seen her. Hermione looked just as upset. Pansy looked calm for some reason. The sound of the Reaper's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "It was then that he got the idea of a marriage contract. Dumbledore was already planning to set up Ginny with Jasmine, so this didn't seem too out of place. The fact that Ronald didn't mind also being married to other girls did upset the old bastard."
"But he still allowed it," Remus said bitterly.
The Reaper and Jasmine nodded. "He was dosing Hermione with love potions."
"That wouldn't have ended well," Remus said coldly.
"You had died in the battle that I died in. So, even had I survived, I would have been someone's slave." Jasmine said bitterly. "Honestly, I think if Mrs Weasley had found out about this, she'd have killed her own son."
"I can agree with that," Remus said smoothly.
"So, do you believe all of this, Remus?" Jasmine asked.
Remus thought about all of what he had just been told. Nothing had shown him any hints of a lie. The memory was jumping around. That was including that a portion of the memory was moving around and talking with them. He did have one question about all of this. "So, how do you two girls feel about all of this?" Remus asked, pointing at Hermione and Pansy.
"I am fine with it. I guess my soul and mind were sent back as well. The access to those memories was blocked until the three-way soul bond was sealed." Hermione said calmly.
"Same here, and believe me, the kiss I shared with these two was of my own free will," Pansy said as she pointed at Jasmine and Hermione. "Granted, I was arguing with Hermine for a bit."
"Yeah, we do have seven years of being enemies to get through," Hermione said with a smile.
Jasmine smiled at Remus. "So, Professor, do you want to continue this conversation inside or outside of the Pensive?"
Remus went off in thought. It didn't take long to reach the answer. "Let's take it outside the Pensive."
"Before you go, you should know that tapping the thing four times will clear the memory." The Reaper said calmly.
"Thank you," Jasmine said with a smile. Remus thought of leaving this memory, and within seconds he was moving 'up' out of the memory. Once he was outside of the memory, he looked around to find that the girls were out as well. Jasmine was tapping the side of the memory. Once this was done, the elf touched the Pensieve and vanished. When it left, Jasmine looked over at Jasmine. The girl asked: "Is there anything else you want to know?"
Remus thought about what he wanted to know. There was only one thing he wanted to know. "Did your mum and dad tell you anything about Sirius?"
"No, they didn't have to," Jasmine said with a smile. Before Remus could ask the question, Jasmine said: "This isn't my first time through life. I found out that Pettigrew was still at the end of the Spring term in my last go-round. He got away last time, and I'm not going to let that happen again. To prevent what happened last time, we do what to help you with a potion. That is if you want it."
"I'd apricate that, but how will this help?" Remus asked.
"Well, you see what happed was…." Hermione said with a smile.