Chapter Four: Sneaking Around and Shopping

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or affiliated characters, places, and things. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and affiliated companies. This particular plot is mine, however. And to make it seem more cohesive to the original stories I am using some of the lines from them, but they are not my material. They came from the excellent mind of their owner.

A/N: I know this story seems rocky, but I am trying here folks. My muse is a fickle mistress, and she shows NO mercy. Please read and review.

Jasmine was standing there in the Leaky Cauldron upset that no matter what she still sucked at using the Floo Network. She had thought that once she had fixed the problem about her gender this might have improved. Yet, here she was once again stumbling out of a fireplace. At least this time she did not fall down. That was a plus, right?

"Honestly Jasmine exiting the floo network is simple when you feel yourself slowing down hold out a foot like you are walking," Hermione said with a smile.

"Shut up," Jasmine said with a slight smile.

Professor Burbage was just laughing at the whole thing, and Jasmine couldn't really blame her. As they made their way through the Leaky Cauldron people were looking at her as if they wanted to talk to her, but given how fast she was walking they didn't really get the chance. She said hello to Tom, but aside from that, she said nothing else. They walked into the entrance to Diagon Alley, and Jasmine tapped the bricks to open the entrance. Once the entrance was open Professor Burbage took the lead to ensure that Jasmine wasn't stopped by the masses.

Once they were in Gringotts Jasmine had to fight back the urge to run. The feeling that the goblin nation would turn on her the moment she entered the bank was still present in her mind. She chastised herself for thinking that. This was not 1998, and she started making a mental note that she need to find a way to get the damn thing WITHOUT breaking into Gringotts. If it could be done, she would be relieved. Perhaps Sirius or Pansy would know of a way to do this. It was worth looking into when she got the two of them on board with things.

There was a jab at her side from Hermione. Jasmine looked up at the very annoyed bank teller. "Sorry, sir. I am needing to get into the Potter vault." Jasmine held up her key.

"Very well, ma'am." The goblin looked at her suspiciously. "If you are willing to prove you have the right to access that vault."

"Of course sir," Jasmine said calmly. She didn't want to think about what she might have to do to prove this, but she wouldn't hesitate on the matter. The goblin summoned up an escort, and the women were led back to a small room. Within the room was a basin similar to a pensieve. Although the rune work on this thing was different from a pensieve

The group was lead up to the object, and she was given instructions on what to do. She was to take the knife sitting next to the bowl, and cut her palm, and bleed into the device. Jasmine didn't like this idea one bit, but it was better than getting stabbed by goblin guards. So she walked up to the basin and took the object. Looking at it for a second revealed a few things. One it was not goblin steel, and two there were runes decorating the handle made of ruby and emerald. She took the knife and closed her hand around the knife. The third thing she learned was cutting her hand with a knife really hurt. The stream of blood was slightly glowing which surprised Jasmine a little. When the goblin said to stop Jasmine pulled her hand away from the basin. The goblin then healed the wound and gave her a blood replenishing potion. Well, really a 'shot' of the potion. When that was done Jasmine watched the blood swirl around, and from into a 'document' of sorts.

Jasmine Lilly Potter (formerly/forced to be Harry James Potter)

Daughter of

James Fleamont Potter

Lilly Evens Potter

The goblin looked gobsmacked at this, and when he/she got over their shock they asked. "How did this happen?"

Jasmine sighed. "I was turned into a boy by Albus Dumbledore, and he changed every document concerning me to the name 'Harry James Potter' that he was allowed to, and when he couldn't do it to my birth records he did some mental magic concerning me. I didn't learn about this until I temporarily died last night." She held up her hand to stop the goblin from talking. "I thought everyone knew I had changed back to my original gender?"

"We goblins don't take to… magically induced memories well ma'am. We will require that memory ma'am." The goblin then left and came back with a pensieve. "Do you know how to use this?"

"Yes, assistant goblin." Jasmine then withdrew the memory and placed it in the pensieve. The goblin put its head in the pensieve and stood there for what felt like ten to twenty minutes. When he/she removed its head Jasmine did notice a distinct difference in its skin tone. The goblin looked paler than it did before. In fact, he/she looked almost albino. "Do you believe me now?

"Yes, but I must ask did you know my name?" the goblin asked.

"No, the only goblin name I know is Griphook." Apparently, Death said his/her name instead of Dumbledore's in this viewing. Something about this room must also be telling him she was not lying because he seemed to be believing her.

"Very well, ma'am. I will inform the goblin in charge of the Potter account about what you have endured, and let him know that you will be from here on known as Jasmine Lilly Potter." The goblin grabbed the pensieve. "Follow me."

The group then walked out into a hallway. They were lead to another goblin who was infront of one of the carts that would take them to Jasmine's vault. Jasmine looked over at Hermione and the other girl looked worried. Once they were all on the cart the thing took off at the normal breakneck speed. At first, Hermione seemed terrified of the whole thing, but over time she started to enjoy the whole experience. It took about two maybe two and a half minutes to get to her vault.

Once they were there Jasmine went into the vault and thought about how much money she would probably need to buy a new wardrobe. She took out three thousand four hundred galleons to cover both the cost of clothing and the ingredients she would need to buy for her potions. Hermione did complain about what she was doing, but when Jasmine asked how much that would leave in her vault Hermione's jaw just dropped open, then she understood why Jasmine wasn't really caring about the amount she was removing from the vault. Jasmine just smiled at her friend. She then put her galleon pouch in the purse Hermione gave her.

On the way back Hermione seemed to be having as much fun as she was. It was probably like a roller-coaster ride to her friend. Jasmine was wondering if she had merely been hiding this side of herself from the world. 'The secret life of Hermione Jean Granger: Thrill seeker extraordinaire!' Jasmine chuckled. The idea of Hermione loving thrill rides was slim to none given how she felt about heights. Yet here she was having the time of her life on what amounted to a rollercoaster ride.

When they were back in the teller portion of Gringotts Jasmine walked over to the conversion line. There were very few people in the line at the moment. The parents of muggle-borns may be getting some money to send to their kids for the upcoming Hogsmeade visit. When it was her turn Jasmine changed out a bag of galleons to. The fact that she was walking away with fifteen thousand four hundred pounds made Hermione's jaw drop. "What is it, Hermione?"

"Jasmine I don't know what you are thinking, but I can safely tell you girl clothes don't cost that much," Hermione said in her typical know-it-all voice.

"I know, but I am thinking of playing it safe here. If I have a little left over that gives me some money to play with over the summer. I am also saving five hundred pounds to drop in my uncle's hand at the start of summer so I can tell him to shut up."

"Ms Potter I don't think your relatives can be THAT bad." Professor Burbage said with a worried lock on her face.

"No, they are not the worst… things you could meet, but they keep complaining I am a waste of their money. Now they just don't care about me in general. They don't like thinking about the fact that I am a mage. I know technically I am a witch, but until my gender issue settles I will use the term mage." Jasmine said so matter-of-factly. "Besides even the Minister of Magic knows that if they care about me it is as he put it: 'Deep, Deep down in their hearts.' So I really don't care how they play things. So long as my uncle stays nice and calm, and forgets that I inflated his sister like a balloon we can get along just fine."

"You did what?" Professor Burbage asked. So Jasmine got to explaining as to what happened to Marjorie Dursley. When the story ended the were in the apothecaries. Professor Burbage looked to be torn between laughing hysterically and scolding her on such an action. It seemed that she settled on a soft reprimand. "While that is warranted to some extent Ms Potter I don't think you should lose your cool so easily. The next time you see the woman try to stay… away from her."

"I would love to, but her size makes that impossible," Jasmine said as calmly and as if she didn't care about the matter as possible.

Hermione looked shocked at this comment, but Professor Burbage was falling over laughing. It seems that all she had to do was make a few snide remarks about her relatives to send the professor into fits of laughter. Then again given what the professor knew it was not too much of a stretch to believe that her home life might not have been the best in the world. Jasmine knew most wizarding families didn't like their child finding out about the muggle world. Either that or she really loved fat jokes. There was also a side bonus of sowing seeds of doubt about Douche Nozzle 164.

"Jasmine!" Hermione scolded. "Whether she is a good person or not is irrelevant. That is still something really bad to say about a person. I know you're a nicer person than that." Hermione said firmly.

"I am a nicer person than that, but it is still questionable whether Marjorie Dursley is human or some alien species from the depths of outer space!" Jasmine said with a smile on her face.

Hermione started hitting her on her shoulder as Jasmine started looking at the ingredient list. There was something about this whole ordeal that was making the… game so much more fun. The game she played with Ginny was so awkward that it wasn't even comical. It was more embarrassing the more she thought about it than anything else. Ah, the joys of having the memories of a future that no longer existed.

They eventually made their way to the apothecary. Jasmine spent one thousand two hundred galleons on the potion ingredients. She knew that Douche Nozzle 164 would be planning something to keep this potion from completing, so she needed to be sneaky where she brewed this potion. She knew Dobby would help her, but she couldn't rely on him to do all the work. Stirring the potion once or twice was one thing, but he could not do all of the work. As she got twelve packs of lacewings she thought of asking him to take the potion to the Granger's home. It would have to be Dobby that moved the cauldron that the potion was being made in. She didn't trust herself with such a delicate thing. One drop being spilled would mean she had to start all over, and that would suck.

When she had all the potion ingredients had been gathered, and paid for they made their way to meet Mrs Granger. When they got into the bar Hermione started looking around, and when her eyes landed on a woman with light brown hair and green eyes. Jasmine had only seen pictures of the woman, but what the pictures could never convey was how attractive the woman was. Jasmine looked over at Hermione and looked her up and down, and when she looked back at her face Hermione had one eyebrow raised.

"What? I now know where you get your good looks." This of course was responded to by a gasp from Hermione and a raised eyebrow from the Professor Burbage. "I am doing what I was raised to be… honest."

"Honestly," Hermione said rather exasperated. "Jasmine, that changes nothing."

Jasmine looked over at Mrs Granger, and the look on her face told her that the woman looked a touch curious about all of this. "No, but I think your mum is looking for an explanation."

Hermione's eyes went wide, and then she looked over at her mum. Hermione started explaining things in more detail. As Hermione covered what she had left out of her letter her mother took on this rather livid expression. When Hermione was done Jasmine filled in the bits that she had left out. It seemed that Hermione's mum was not going to take this 'issue' lightly. She wanted to know if Hermione wanted to keep going to a school where a teacher thought it was okay to tamper with someone's life. Thankfully Hermione said that it was a good thing for her to continue to go to Hogwarts. The school in France was some ways off, and the American school would require her to leave her wand at the school. She went on to say that they did have friends here that would not be able to do such a thing, and she didn't want to leave them vulnerable to the professor's manipulation. As the conversation drew to an end Jasmine thought about the real perpetrator of this travesty. In fact, if Jasmin's life had been manipulated to be a polar opposite to Voldemort's then there was another student's life who matched Harry's close enough for the old man to turn his wicked gaze to. Jasmine tried to keep a straight face, but given the look on Mrs Granger's face, she knew she was failing.

"Mrs Granger, the headmaster was trying to in his words 'protect me', but he was misguided. I know you are trying to protect your daughter, but in some of the other schools, she will not have the protections she has at Hogwarts. The only other school that would do that is Ilvermorny, and if she goes there she will loose her wand until she is seventeen." Mrs Granger took in a sharp breath. "I know this may sound foolish, but her best place to learn at the moment is Hogwarts." Jasmine looked over at the crowd in the Leaky Cauldron. "I also think this conversation is best had outside."

Jasmine made a gesture for the others to follow her. She noticed a few people were curious as to what was going on. One of them just happened to be a blonde haired woman with horn-rimmed bejewelled spectacles. The magenta robes were really the giveaway. Having stared at them blankly for so long burned that look into her memory. Jasmine looked back over her shoulder, and she saw the woman making her way upstairs to the second floor of the pub. Jasmine was wondering when Rita would attach herself to her clothes in her animagus form. It more than likely would be when they returned from the muggle world.

Aside from seeing Skeeter, there was not much more trouble coming her way. There were a few people going into the Alley, and if she was a betting woman she would lay a wager on them going to the owl post, or Quills and more to get stationary. The thought of Douche Nozzle 164 getting a flood of letters brought a smile to her face. Was this vindictive? Yes, yes it was, but the man did set up her godfather to die. So vengeance was going to be slow, cold, and oh so sweet.

-HAN-

Pansy was leaving the Apothecary when she saw Hermione Granger heading her way. There was a professor, and a young woman walking alongside her. She looked a little closer at the raven-haired girl walking to the left of Hermione. She was wearing glasses, and beneath her bangs was an unmistakable scar. She ducked back into the shop. She made her way to the back corner of the store. She watched as the beautiful young woman walked into the store. Her eyes scanned the form that had deemed her worthy enough to grace her with its presence. Pansy couldn't help herself from focusing her gaze on two parts of the girl's body. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She hated it when Draco did this to her, and here she was doing the same thing to Jasmine. Hell, she was doing the same thing to Granger who was accompanying her. They were probably here to get her new school uniform. The one she was wearing was probably one of Granger's given how tightly the skirt hugged her backside.

She had become so hypnotised that she almost missed them paying for the things she had gathered. Pansy took this time to look at what she had purchased. It looked like an odd assortment for a Love Potion, but when she looked at the Lacewings amount she realised what the ingredient was for. The poor girl had been dosed with a sex change potion. Given how long people had thought she was a boy it only stood to reason she had been under this for a long time. Pansy felt pity for the poor girl. If Draco had seen these thoughts he would have run off and told her parents. There was a reason the hat was torn between Ravenclaw and Slytherin for her, but she would never tell anyone this information. It would be the death of her!

She followed them into the Leaky Cauldron. The verbal exchange between the elder Granger and her two classmates seemed to be making some people upset. When Jasmine dropped Dumbledore like a bag of rotting fish everyone else in the store seemed upset. Even the toothless bartender seemed interested in this little tidbit of information. Though he did not seem as upset as everyone else.

When the girls and their chauffeurs started walking towards the door Pansy started thinking about the things she could do. She could run after them screaming their names. That was out because of the way she had been treating the girl she now realised she was in love with. Had her younger-self realised this sooner things might be different. The second thing she could do was throw an insult their way, but that would be stupid. She was wanting to gain their trust not alienate herself further. The next option was to ignore them from this point, and hope the start of term made thigs more viable. The last option was to stealthily follow them around muggle London.

Of all the options available to her she chose the one that came in last. She had come here to get away from Draco. He had been chasing her for a 'fun time' as he called it. She didn't really think of it as a fun time when the only thing she felt was disgust for what was going on. She put on a good show, but she really didn't want to be near the boy right now. She shivered with dread as she thought about going back home to the 'welcoming' arms of Draco. This new idea in her head of her being with either of the girls was winning out over her want to be in the good graces of her family.

With one final grunt, Pansy started making her way to the door. This was going to take some doing. Thankfully she was wearing the few muggle clothes she did have, or this would get awkward.

-HAN-

Jasmine was looking around at the clothes that were on display. They were amazing and unquestionably more expensive than anything her relatives would have bought her, but it was relatively annoying to think about that. The idea of what Aunt Petunia would have bought for her was terrifying. What was, even more, terrifying was the thought of Dudley or Vernon being there with them. This was uncalled for really. The only problem with think that was that her relatives would have cringed at the idea of her wearing Dudley's cast offs, and taken her to get 'appropriate' girls clothes, and she didn't want to see what those would be.

Just thinking about her relatives brought a few things to her mind. She wondered how much they knew about her. She knew they would not know her as a boy, but she didn't really want to know what they knew about what was going on. She was willing to take a wager on that they would expect her not to be obsessed with her clothing. Lord knows what her aunt would think of this change if she knew what truly transpired. This thought alone brought a smile to her face. Yes, her aunt did love her, but that she never showed it still bugged Jasmine a little. She wondered if her relatives were affected by the horcrux in her scar like she had been by the locket. It made some sense really. If they absolutely hated her she would have been dropped off at an orphanage instead of taking her into their family. Now that is not saying she would have been loved or anything like that, but she would have been treated just a smidge better than she had been. Well, one could only hope that was the case.

"Are you okay Jasmine?" The sound of Hermione's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked over at her friend and found that the look on her face was one of concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what my relatives are going to think about what has happened to me. I mean they hated me as 'Harry', and I can only think that they will loath me as Jasmine. I mean look at me." Jasmine gestured from her chest to her feet. She was hoping to make light of her dark thoughts. "I make my Aunt Petunia look like more of an equine-human hybrid, and Marjorie Dursley compared to me or you, is more of a hag."

"Jasmine!" Hermione said swatting her on the arm. "I know they have been horrible to you, but that doesn't mean you should do the same in return," Hermione said this with stern conviction.

"I don't know dear if what you have told me about them is true then the best way to describe them is: walrus, horse, and beached whale." The look on Mrs Granger's face was priceless. The smirk would probably earn her entry into the Marauders.

"Mum…" Hermione whined.

"Okay, okay, I'll behave." She turned her gaze back to the dresses they were looking at. "So any of these strike your interest?"

Jasmine started looking at all the dresses once more. The ones that were a light green peaked her courtesy. She tried to avoid dark browns and deep reds. She also wanted to avoid blacks, but Mrs Granger insisted that every woman, young or old, should have a black dress. This comment sent a chill down her spine as the image of Ms Fig wearing a sexy black dress came floating into her mind. She wanted to scream, but a tiny bit of decency made her bite her tongue. The look Hermione was giving her let the other girl know what was going through her mind. The deep blush also helped in this understanding.

She had to focus here. Thinking of these things was not helping matters at all. "Well, I like this light green one, but I also love this black one."

"Well get them both, and since they don't cost that much if they fit I'll get you one. Seeing as you haven't gotten any Christmas gifts from your aunt and uncle it is only fair that someone acts like a parent to you. Ya know?"

Jasmine blushed a little at this. It was odd to be hearing these kinds of things from someone she barely knew. This was almost abnormal really. She shook her head at that notion. Mrs Granger was not 'abnormal'. No, the only ones abnormal in her life were her uncle, his sister, and Ronald Weasley. She then tried to stop Mrs Granger from doing this, but she wasn't letting Jasmine talk her out of this. She thanked Mrs Granger and got both dresses.

She went to the dressing room and tried the dresses on. They fit nicely, and would only need a little adjustment in length. When she went to put them in the cart she noticed the familiar 'pugish' face of Pansy Parkinson 'looking' at muggle clothing. She turned back around to the others. Professor Burbage seemed to have noticed her as well. Before she could say anything Jasmine said: "Don't say anything." She glanced over her shoulder. She caught Pansy looking at her. The girl went scarlet, and this mad Jasmine smile. "I don't think she is here to poke fun at anyone, but I don't think she can bring herself to talk to us like a civilised person. Why don't the three of you walk off, and I'll see if I can get her to join us." She looked over at Hermione who looked furious. "Hermione trust me on this one. There is more going on with her than you think."

"All right, but if she does anything funny you just scream, and we will come running," Hermione whispered with a little bitterness. Jasmine nodded. "Mum, Professor Burbage why don't we go take a look at the purses, and Jasmine why don't you go look at trousers. Lord knows you have the arse for them."

Jasmine was stunned into silence. This was the first time she had ever heard Hermione use foul language that was not preempted by some stressful event. Ronald let those words fly with every other sentence most of the time. Yet there were times he didn't swear at all. It was almost like he was trying to impress 'Harry'. Jasmine growled at the idea of him setting her up with his sister. He knew about the contract, and about her situation, and did nothing to help a person he called his 'friend'. It was the most disturbing thing about the bastard the more Jasmine thought about it.

As she walked around the display of trousers Jasmine tried to track the movement of one Pansy Parkinson. She was good at being sneaky, but so too it seemed was Pansy. She tried to keep the girl in full view, but every time she got close to getting behind Pansy she found herself staring at an empty passageway. This was both fun and infuriating really. What was annoying her a little bit about all of this is that she could hear Pansy giggling during this whole ordeal. So, she knew that Pansy was aware she had been spotted and was having fun with it. Seeing her do this brought some hope to all of this. If she was capable of having fun in a muggle shop, then she might not be too hard to convince to come with them back to Hogwarts where she could initiate a friendship between the three of them. This had to come first; because without this, the soulbond was nothing more than slavery. Jasmine didn't want that to befall either of them. When she final got the upper hand she found that Mrs Granger and Professor Burbage were standing infront of the dresses laughing hysterically. Hermione looked both embarrassed and confused.

Jasmine looked over at Pansy and smiled. "So want to join us, Pansy. I've noticed that you don't seem to truly carry your friends' viewpoints." Jasmine said with a soft grin as she gestured to the clothes the girl was wearing.

Pansy looked at her and Hermione. She seemed to be at war with a lifetime of expectations and instincts. Jasmine was hoping that Pansy's true nature would show itself and that she and Hermione could bury the hatchet as it were. When she let what seemed to be a held breath she looked to Hermione. Pansy sighed, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Gran… Hermione, I want to apologise for the way I have been treating you. If you can't accept my apology I will understand, but I don't think I can keep doing this. It is killing me."

"What is killing you, Parkinson?" Hermione said rather coolly.

"Hermione!" Mrs Granger said sternly. "I understand if she has been a bit of a bully, but she seems to be dropping whatever falsehoods she has been hiding behind."

Hermione flinched at this. "Sorry mum, but this feud has been going for a while." Hermione looked between Jasmin and Pansy more than once. She then closed her eyes and seemed to be counting to ten. When she was done she looked back at Pansy. "I am sorry about my comment Pansy. I should have shown more tact than that. I am willing to forgive what has happened in the past so long as we don't repeat it. If that happens I don't know if I could remain nice."

Pansy nodded. "I wouldn't mind coming along with you two. Honestly, something has been bothering me the past few hours."

Jasmine looked around, and when she knew no muggle aside from Mrs Granger was near them she asked. "Is it about my… identity problem?"

"Yes!" Pansy said rather hyperactively. She brought her hands to her mouth. "Sorry about that." She looked around, and then when she found no one looking at them funny she let out a held breath. "Look I know this is going to sound weird, but I knew your name before I met up with you."

Jasmine heard Hermione take a sharp breath. She looked over at her a little quizzically, but she was guessing she already knew the answer to the question she was going to ask. "Hermione am I right in thinking that you knew it as well?" Hermione nodded. "Well, that is interesting. Maybe it means something, but for now, let's focus on clothes." Jasmine was stunned by what she had just said, and given the looks, she was getting from everyone else it was showing on her face. "I did not just say that did I?"

"Yes, you did Jasmine," Hermione said as she through her arm around Jasmine's shoulders. "Don't worry Jasmine I hear the is a help group for it. There is help out there for shopaholics." The was a slight laugh to her voice as she said this.

Jasmine looked over at her friend. She was a little bit stunned at what Hermione had just said. "When did the smartarse come out to play?"

"Just now apparently." Mrs Granger said with a smile. "Come on girls lets continue, before my husband's bad influence shows up again."

There was some light laughter at this, but when Hermione said that Jasmine was just as much to blame for this as her father Mrs Granger looked at her with a little bit of a questioning gaze. Jasmine just gave her a thumbs up, and what she was hoping was an innocent sweet smile. Given the rolling of her eyes, Mrs Granger seemed to not be buying this. She would have to work on that sweet innocent girl smile of hers. She was sure it wouldn't work on Mrs Granger, but maybe it would work on getting her out of trouble with Hermione and Pansy when she was in trouble.

After about an hour and a half they seemed to be done selecting clothes. Jasmine was thinking they would just go purchase the items, but years of being with the Dursleys was misleading. Mrs Granger had informed her that she needed to try them on to see if they fit. She looked over at the other two teenage girls, and when they both nodded she just sighed. It took another hour and a half to see if the clothes fit. When something was too tight, or too loose Hermione or Pansy would run back to get a size of the item that was a size larger or smaller. Then that one was tried on. That was aside from the gazing judgement on whether or not something looked good on her. If it didn't she had to put it in the pile that they would take to a clerk later. When all of this was done they took the clothes up to the front and paid for it all. Mrs Granger insisted on paying for the green dress, and given the look, Jasmine was given about the matter she chose not to argue with the woman.

With all of the purchases taken care of the lot of them went to a fast food restaurant nearby to have a quick lunch. This was Pansy's first time eating at a McDonalds. Sure the food wasn't the best fast food in the world, but it wasn't the worst either. Well, not all of it was bad. The fries were good, but the hamburger itself left a lot to be desired. Though to hear it from Pansy this combination of this was amazing. She was even talking about having her cooks make it every so often for her. At first, it was an everyday thing, but when Mrs Granger said she would get sick of it after a while Pansy lamented the point. After the food was eaten they left for the Leaky Cauldron. Pansy looked sad that she was having to leave them, but a Jasmine suggested that she tell one of her house-elves to bring her things back to Hogwarts, and leave a note for her Parents that she would be with 'friends'.

"I wish that would work Jasmine, but my parents are too smart for that to work," Pansy said with a sigh. "Besides Draco will be coming over to my place in a few minutes to see me because I bolted on our earlier engagement. If I'm not there then he will complain to his father about it…"

"Which will cause problems. Shite…" Jasmine said emphatically.

"JASMINE!" Hermione and Mrs Granger said as one.

Jasmine lowered her head in defeat. "Fine, fine. We will see you when you get back to Hogwarts Pansy. Let's try to build on this friendship okay."

Pansy nodded and told them she would sit with them for dinner when she got back to the castle. Jasmine nodded her head and looked back at Hermione who looked like she was judging the chances of this working, and this had Jasmine crossing her fingers for the best. It took about four seconds for Hermione to nodded in agreement. Pansy said her goodbyes and then used to Floo to go back home. Once the green flames died down Jasmine said that someone would have to carry or shrink her bags due to her horrible record for travelling by the Floo Network. This caused the older women of the group to laugh, and Professor Burbage shrank the four bags Jasmine and Mrs Granger was carrying. Once this was done Hermione put them in her pocket. Jasmine was the first one through the Floo Network back to Professor Burbage's office. When her trip through the spinning nightmare of doom was done she stepped aside. Next through was Hermione, and a few seconds after that it was Professor Burbage. Once she was on firm footing Burbage asked for the bags back, and when Hermione fished them out of her pockets the professor removed the shrinking charm.

"Come on we have to get your name on these things, and then do something with your old clothes," Hermione said sternly.

"I want to burn them…" Jasmine said nonchalantly.

"Agreed those things are a biohazard," Hermione said with a smile on her face.

"I was not that bad as a boy!" Jasmine said in protest.

"No, it isn't you I am saying did that," Hermione said calmly and matter-of-factly. "I just don't want those things passed on to others. Your cousin's size stretched them to an extent of being unwearable. The stains on them make me wonder what he has done with them."

"Ouch," Jasmine said chuckling. "Well as they say 'the truth hurts'."

Jasmine and Hermione walked out of Burbage's office as the professor shook her head.