Chapter Five: Requirement

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: And we march into the abyss.

Jasmine was so glad they had left early in the day to get her new clothes. It had taken her hours to put her name on the labels of her clothes. She was also kind of upset that she couldn't really burn her old clothes at the moment. There were a couple of first-year students still staying at Hogwarts at the moment, and Hermione said they shouldn't set a horrible example for them. She tried to say they wouldn't, but Hermione would not budge on the matter. So, Jasmine just let the issue fall by the wayside for now. Those oversized rags would meet their end by fire tough. She didn't know when, but they would.

Jasmine shook her head of these thoughts and returned her gaze to the mirror. She was at the moment wearing the green dress that Mrs Granger had gotten her earlier. Jasmine loved the way it hugged her curves. Hermione also seemed to love the way it looked on her. Though the area of her body that Hermione kept looking at made the other girl blush. Jasmine smiled at this, and as she sauntered back over to the other girl Hermione's eyes raked up her body. The shade of crimson that she was going left nothing to Jasmine's imagination as to what the other girl was thinking.

"So why don't we go downstairs. I mean Ronald said he would be waiting for us." Jasmine said with a smile. Though the boy's faulty apology did 'seem' genuine Jasmine would not have put it passed Dumbledore forcing the issues to be dropped by the boy. If it wasn't for Hermione taking the offer Jasmine would have told the tosser to piss off.

"Huh… Oh yes, um… let's go." Hermione said looking away and blushing.

Jasmine smiled at this as they walked downstairs. Once they were downstairs Jasmine regretted wearing the dress. Ron's lascivious eyes raked down her body. She knew what boys who liked girls thought about having been one for years, and now being on the receiving end of it all made her skin crawl. She knew Ronald was a bastard, but seeing this side of his bastard behaviour was beyond unnerving. Hermione seeing this chided him for his behaviour.

"Come on Hermione, I wasn't doing anything wrong," Ronald said with a pleading look on his face.

"Ronald, think about what your mother would think if she saw you doing that," Hermione said sternly. "I know Jasmine is pretty, but there is no need to do that. Jasmine is not an object you can goggle at. Have some respect you heathen." Hermione snapped.

"All right, all right," Ronald said holding up his hands in defeat. "I'm sorry Harr… Jasmine. I didn't mean to offend you. I shouldn't have looked at you like that."

Jasmine bit down the comments she wanted to say. There was too much at stake for her to make that big of a mistake. She knew Ronald was thinking about that marriage contract he had up in Dumbledore's office, but she couldn't say anything about it. So she said the only thing she could say at this point in time. Although she did say it in a biting tone. "It's okay Ronald. Just don't let it happen again."

"Sure thing Jasmine. Hey, girls, I'll see you there. I have to get something for Dumbledore." Ron said as he ran for the boy's dormitory.

Hermione looked at him as he ran up the stairs. She looked back at Jasmine shaking her head. "Could the boy be any more transparent?" The tone of the other girl's voice was not hiding the fact that she was very angry with Douche Nozzle 167 right now.

"Yes, but for that, we will need a Vela," Jasmine said with a sly smile on her face.

"Oh god, do you even know what that is Jasmine?" Hermione asked as she looked horrified at Jasmine.

"Yes, but my statement still stands. Even though they make most men do stupid thing. I think they would make Ronald do some even stupider things. I mean you have to remember who we are dealing with here." Jasmine said as she hooked Hermione left arm in her right. "Now let us go get some delicious food."

"Please tell me becoming a girl didn't turn your eating habits into to those of Ronald Weasley?" Hermione groaned.

"Absolutely not!" Jasmine said taken aback by this statement. "I will have you know I will never eat like a starved pig. Thank you very much." Jasmine was looking at Hermione as if she had just been extremely offended. This didn't last long though. A couple of seconds after saying this both girls dissolved into laughter.

-HAN-

Pansy was sitting there listening to Draco drone on and on about the things he was going to say to the "She-man" Potter when he returned to school. There were so many things she wanted to say to him about Jasmine, but she couldn't because it would draw a gaze to her that she didn't want right now. She had originally thought it would be just her and Draco, but she was horribly mistaken. They were sitting at a table with her mum and dad, and Draco's parents were there as well. She knew what Draco's father wanted, but what the bastard couldn't see was that his son was interested in someone other than Pansy. Hell, even she knew Draco was attracted to someone else. She didn't know who, but it was clear that he was only giving her 'love and attention' simply because his father demanded it.

She knew it was because her family was very wealthy, but she didn't think the Malfoys were on hard times at all. Yet the older Lord Malfoy seemed to be dead set on getting into some more ancient family money. To her mother and father, this was nothing more than another step up the political ladder for them. Their family had lost a little political clout when they joined Grindelwald during his crusade against the Wizarding Communities of Europe. Since then they have postured to regain their lost power. This would see them move up one more lost rung of the political latter in the Magical UK.

"Pansy dear what is wrong?"

The sound of her mother's voice snapped her out of her mental stupor. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Nothing mother. I was just thinking about how running into Granger ruined my day." Pansy said this with more vinegar than she actually felt, but she figured if she didn't do this there would be questions asked, and she really didn't want that right now.

"Stupid mudblood," Draco said with so much spite that Pansy almost snapped at him. She bit her tongue though. Her discomfort must have been showing on her face though after what Draco said next. "Don't worry love, I will make her pay for causing you discomfort."

"Don't bother Draco." Mr Malfoy said. The cold tone of his voice made Pansy want to throw up. "She is beneath you, and to show her this level of displeasure will give her power she does not deserve."

"Of course father," Draco said distantly.

Pansy knew the prat was going to disobey his father. He'd been trying to get Jasmine expelled since she had rejected him during their first year. Pansy didn't understand the vitriol Draco was displaying year after year. It seemed that the boy really didn't like being told off by Jasmine on their first train ride to Hogwarts. Though she figured if she had rejected Draco then he might be doing the same things to her. Pansy shook her head at this thought. No, things would be worse for her. One owl to his father would have her parents on her case fast than a house-elf could clean her room.

"What's wrong Pansy?" Her mother asked. The sweet tone of her voice deceived no one. She wasn't concerned about her daughter's state of mind at all. All she cared about was this political meeting that was happening right now.

Pansy smiled over at her mother. "Nothing I was thinking of how Potter fails to get Draco expelled. The poor prat can't even do good in potions, so I don't know how she thinks she can outwit Draco." Pansy had said this so coldly she almost sold herself on this lie.

"Right, you are my love." Draco said as he lifted her hand and 'gingerly' kissed it. Pansy wanted to vomit, but she could not show this though. She lifted her right hand to her mouth and giggled. The fact that she silently gagged at the feeling of his lips on her hand was concealed well enough from the adults in the room. "Now, why don't we go talk about our plans for Scarhead."

Pansy sighed at Draco's comment. "I would love to Draco, but I have to finish my ancient runes homework." She looked over at her mother and father. "May I take my leave father?"

"Yes, of course, Pansy." He said coldly. "But I think it would be wise to ask young Lord Malfoy for some assistance in this endeavour."

"Of course father," Pansy said in defeat.

With that Pansy lead Draco to the study. Once there she took her Ancient Runes book out of her bag and started going over the patterning chapter once more. The garbage that Draco was spewing out was only ignorable because she had heard it a thousand times already. He was going to trick Jasmine into something, and that would get her expelled. Pansy just wished she could ignore every world the boy said, but she knew if she didn't make some kind of response then he would go whining to his father. When he was talking about finding a way to make her do something lascivious in public Pansy could feel her temper rising. This seemed to be picked up by Draco as well.

"What is wrong Pansy?" Draco asked a hint of real concern in his voice.

"Draco, what you are suggesting is disgusting. Not to mention lewd, and if I were a boy I might be laughing right now, but I am a GIRL so I do not find this funny at all. It is fine to talk about putting her in a leg lock curse, or a jelly leg curse, but to talk about this to ME is not only disgusting. It is also a reason for me to reconsider our relationship. If you will do this to HER what would you do to me? We will not be on good terms if you do this Draco."

Pansy didn't give him the chance to answer. She slammed her book shut, and stormed out of the study, and made her way to her room. She stomped on her way out of the room. She could hear Draco running after her, but given that he didn't start following her until she had been halfway down the hallway she didn't have faith that he would catch up to her. Quidditch player he may have been, but he didn't put too much effort into the physical aspects of the sport. The poor bastard was probably going to whine to daddy, but at this point, she didn't care. This was the perfect reason for her to distance herself from the bastard. If she could convince her father to forgo the marriage agreement with the Malfoy family she might be able to explore this new friendship.

"One can only dream," Pansy said as she laid down on her bed.

-HAN-

Hermione was sitting there eating dinner with Jasmine and Ronald and trying to stay focused on eating her food. She was still shaking her head at Jasmine's decision to wear that green dress to dinner. It's not that Jasmine looked bad in it, but she was thinking there were better times to do it. It was also partially due to the fact that she found herself looking over at Jasmine's… 'assets' every now and then. It wouldn't really have mattered if she hadn't been caught doing so twice. This had left her feeling a little flustered. She knew she was falling in love with Harry, but know that Jasmine had been restored to her true form this did not change.

This, of course, would cause problems with her grandparents who didn't even know she was a witch. Her mum had told her that they were more than a little old fashioned. They had thrown a fit when they had found her reading Lord of the Rings. They demanded that her parents not let her read such 'demonic' filth. Her parents stood up for her rights to do what she was doing. This also caused a fallout between her mum and her parents. Her father's parents didn't really seem to care one way or the other on certain issues, but she wasn't really willing to lay a bet on the issue.

Then there was the Weasleys. She knew most of wizarding society didn't care about such matters. Their hatred was blood-related, and they didn't really seem to care that much about one's sexuality. Well most didn't. There were the few oddballs like Percy who seemed to cringe when Daphne Greengrass locked lips with Susan Bones. So she knew his opinion, but the rest of the family she was clueless on. Ronald might enjoy the idea, but that was because he might as well be considered a penis. The way he looked at some girls left nothing to Hermione's imagination about what he was thinking about.

"What's got you upset Hermione?" Jasmine asked as she filled a bowl up with chicken noodle soup.

Hermione sighed and looked over at her friend. "Nothing really," she looked over at Ronald. "…but I am thinking you might want to wear that dress as little as possible."

"Oh, come off it, Hermione." Jasmine looked over at Ronald. "I know boys, and what they think about. It wouldn't have mattered if I came in here wearing a paper bag. Ronald's eyes would still be checking me out." This wicked smile crossed her face. "I mean I know everyone's going to be doing the same thing. It's not that I feel comfortable about it, and it is not like I wasn't getting stared at before. The reason has just changed… for now."

Hermione caught a brief glare of Jasmine glaring at Ron. She wondered who this was directed at. When it had shown itself she was looking at Ron. What could have been said between those two in the last twenty-four hours that has left them at odds with one another? She knew Ron was a prat, but he wasn't this big of a prat. Was he?

"Don't worry about Jasmine. She is right I shouldn't have stared at you like that." Ron said between bites of ham. "I mean it's not like people can resist checking you out. Even girls are going to do it. They love to compare themselves against each other. You are super attractive, where she is just a little above average."

Hermione took in a sharp breath, but before she could say anything Jasmine had come to her defence. "Ronald Bilius Weasley! How dare you say that!" Jasmine snapped. "Hermione is a very attractive young lady, and I wouldn't surprise me if a few of the boys thought the same way."

The conviction in Jasmine's voice had taken Hermione's breath away. She knew Jasmine had a habit of saving people, but she had never seen this side of her before. Well okay, she had never seen it directed at someone other than Draco Malfoy. She couldn't help but blush at this. It was odd to see her friend take on her best mate like this. She hoped it wouldn't be a continued thing. Her arguments with Ronald were almost the stuff of legend, but if he started this trend with Jasmine Hermione feared what might happen. They might just be looking at the next great Wizarding War.

Ron sat a little straighter in his seat at this action by Jasmine. "Sorry, Jasmine." He looked over at Hermione. "I'm sorry Hermione. You are an attractive young lady, but I don't think I am attracted to you."

Hermione could tell that there was a part of this that was a lie, but she didn't really care that much about. That Jasmine had gotten him to say he was sorry made her feel loads better about the situation. "Thank you, Ron," Hermione said with genuine acceptance.

The rest of the meal was done in amicable silence mostly. Ronald asked Jasmine how she was feeling about all of this. She said that she was okay with it all, but that it was going to take some time to get used it all. Jasmine told him that there was no way she could go back to being a boy after all of this. That even after spending a few hours in this form, she felt more at home in her body now. Ronald did bring up quidditch again. Hermione wanted to say that it was a good thing this might stop Jasmine from playing quidditch but Jasmine beat her to the response.

"Well, Ron I am going to getting one of the school brooms tomorrow, and seeing how I handle on broom now. I mean my centre of gravity has changed." Jasmine said before she wiped off her mouth.

"You're what?" Ron said a little bewildered.

Jasmine looked over at Hermione. Given the look in her eyes, Jasmine was thinking the what Hermione was in this moment. Jasmine pointed her hand at Hermione, and in a sweeping gesture pointed to Ron. Hermione looked at Ronald, and she really tried to keep the know-it-all tone out of her voice.

"Ron someone's centre of gravity is the point at which a body may be considered to act in uniform movements. In other words, it is where you balance out. For boys, it is closer to your waistline, but for girls, it is a little further north of that position." Hermione looked over at Jasmine, and she could tell her friend was biting back a little bit of laughter. One look at Ron told her why. He still looked a tad bit confused. "What is it, Ronald?"

"What's gravity?" Ron asked completely.

"Okay, with that I think I am going to retire for the night. I have a letter to write." Jasmine said waving her hand dismissively. "I leave this explanation to your Mi."

Hermione was wanting to protest to the new nickname, but there was a part of her that couldn't. It sounded too cute coming out of Jasmine's mouth. Her new voice had this beautiful inflexion. "Sure thing Jasmine," Hermione said as she watched her friend walk away. Her eyes drifted to her swaying hips. She couldn't help it. It was almost as if Jasmine was sauntering away on purpose. She looked over at Ronald, and he was doing the same thing, but he was almost drooling about it all. Hermione snapped her fingers. Once she had gained his undivided attention she took on the air of a professor.

"Okay, Ronald. Gravity is what keeps us on the Earth. The large an object is the bigger its mass is. The sun is so massive that its gravity holds our planet in orbit. The Earth does the same thing to the moon." Hermione was really trying to keep this simple. She knew Ron didn't have any formal education aside from whatever his parents taught him, and that was centuries out of date.

"So the heavier an object the more… gravity it has?" Ron asked more than a little confused.

"Yes, the Sun, for instance, is so large you could fit roughly one point three million earth inside of it. That is what keeps the planets circling the sun. The same applies to the moon and the Earth. The Earth is one point two times larger than the moon. Which is why the moon orbits the Earth." Hermione said rather confidently.

"Okay, so Harry's cousin has more gravity than I do?" Ron asked.

"Yes, yes Ronald he does. You seriously need to get used to calling her Jasmine."

Ronald nodded at this point. "Right."

"Okay so there's gravity, but there is also 'zero gravity'." Hermione was just trying to buy Jasmine time to get ready for bed.

-HAN-

As Jasmine made her way to the girl's dormitory she started thinking about one of the 'issues' that need fixing. She had to do something about Pettigrew. She couldn't kill him, but she couldn't just let Sirius and Remus get in trouble catching him either. This one incident would change so much. It was this issue that started a downward spiral for Sirius. The way he acted in the battle at the Ministry was directly caused by this. Well, that and 164 keeping him imprisoned in his mum's old home. The other thing she needed to do was make sure Sirius got a job. The last thing they needed was a bored Marauder.

"God help us all…" Jasmine said with a smile on her face. Once in front of the Fat Lady, she said "Oddsbodikins."

The Fat Lady nodded her head and swung open. Jasmine walked into the common room and looked around. No one was there. Not that she was expecting people to be there, but still she was half expecting Skeeter to pop out at any moment, and asked what it felt like to go from male to female. She knew that question would come in time. She would rather deal with Skeeter later rather than right now. It would be a nightmare to have to deal with pictures of her being placed in the Daily Prophet right now.

Shaking her head of these thoughts she walked up to third-year girls' dorm. She knew her daily hygiene practices would change, but she didn't want Hermione standing over her giving her 'pointers'. She had to stop thinking about stuff like this. She might actually start thinking of doing other things than taking a shower. She grabbed her night clothes, a razor, and some soap. She was going to have to get used to shaving things other than her face. It was best to start now.

The bath took a little longer than an hour, but after cutting her legs more than once she considered this a 'good' experience. It was rather 'odd' to clean her 'new' neither reaches. Jasmine had spent the past seventeen years cleaning herself one way, and this new way wasn't that had of adjustment. It just adds new… feeling to the whole ordeal. Not that she was complaining. Granted she had just gone from a boy to a girl, so maybe just a little bit more time was spent feeling around below the belt line. Once she was clean, and done with the shaving of her legs and between them she started to dry off.

Hermione came in as she was putting on her nightdress. She looked over at her a little sad. "What's wrong Hermione?"

"I was thinking you might need some pointers about shaving your legs." Jasmine laughed a little. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about what might have happened if you were helping me shave my legs…"

"JASMINE! There is no way I would be that… sullied." Hermione blushed lightly. "I am not as… mischievous as you are. I have class and style." Hermione said this with an air of sophistication while placing a hand on her chest. "You are the debauched one."

"You're missing a few things though," Jasmine said with a smile. When Hermione looked at her with a raised eyebrow Jasmine explained further. "I happen to be slightly notorious, but unlike some people that we know, I have standards in my wicked ways," Jasmine said with a smile on her face.

The two girls started laughing at this point. It actually felt right at this point. Sure Jasmine had some awesome times with the boys, but this was a touch better. It probably had a lot to do with her being who she really was, and no Ronald to drag her down. When she ditched the bastard next year she might bring Neville into the so-called Golden Trio. Where the hell that name came from she didn't know, and to be honest, didn't care. If it was some Snake's, Draco probably, idea of a joke it failed.

The two of them went back to their dorm and sat on their beds talking to one another for a few more minutes. Hermione was wanting to know if Jasmine was really thinking about changing her courses to Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy. Jasmine said she was really thinking about it. Divination was 'cool' and all, but she didn't really think she would be enjoying it as much as she had been. It was a joke course anyway, and she could spend her time on more 'useful' things. Jasmine was also asked what caused her to want to do this. Jasmine said with a smile: "You were either born with the gift to see glimpses of the future or not." Hermione asked where she had gotten this 'prophetic' wisdom. "Some prophetic sight of my own." Was her response. This, of course, got a pillow thrown at her in turn.

It wasn't long after this that the two of them turned in for the night. Jasmine's last thoughts before falling off to sleep were 'I wonder if Ron's still pissed about this morning.' A smile crawling across her face as she drifted off to sleep.

-HAN-

Ronald was pacing around in the dorm. He was thinking about ways he could get Jasmine to love him. He knew she was a lesbian, but this could be altered by magic easy enough. Amortentia was out. The effects were too easily noticed, and he wasn't too great with potions anyway. If he made one mistake, then she would get deathly ill or die. He didn't want that. No, he wanted a wench doing his every command. He knew there was simpler love potion a lot easier to make, but their effects made it pretty obvious the person was under a love potion. Another downside to this idea was that he could forget to give her the potion one day, and then he would be on trial for rape. He didn't enjoy the idea of spending the rest of his days in Azkaban. A cold chill ran down his spine at this though. Wizards could live as long as 140 years. This was the oldest known wizards age on record. Nicolas Flamel didn't count because his lifespan was enhanced by the Philosopher's Stone. There were stories that Merlin himself had lived to be 256 years old, but that was outrageous. The idea of spending any of that time in Azkaban was more than enough to drive a person around the bend.

"I could always, be suave like Bill. He was always smooth with the ladies." Ron thought about this for a minute. Yes, it seemed like a good idea. "I need to write to him, and I can't use Hedwig. Jasmine would want to know what I need her for."

Ron fumbled around in his trunk for his backpack. Once he had it he pulled out his quill, ink, and some parchment. He started writing a 'heartfelt' pleading letter to his brother. He knew he would get some ribbing from his family over this, but it was worth it. He kept Jasmine's name out of it though. He knew if he was talking about making a move on her he might get a howler back in return, and he didn't want that. This was going to work, and when he told Jasmine about the marriage contract she wouldn't be mad at him at all. It was 'for her protection' after all.

-HAN-

January 1, 1994

8:00 AM

Somewhere in France

An old man was sitting in a chair reading the Daily Prophet. It had been some time since he had been in the UK, but he tried to keep up with things going on there. Over the last twenty-one hours, some information had changed around in his mind regarding one of Britons most notable mages. This was something that was odd. He had asked Albus about this… girl years ago, and the man had told him that the girl was safe. If this is what he meant by 'safe' he was clueless about how alchemy truly worked.

You could not turn a person into the opposite gender completely unless they were willing to do so. Most of the gender changes in potion accidents happened because the person was willingly making and taking the potion. So if he had given the girl an alchemical or potion gender change against her will then he would be having more problems than he was ready to pay.

Nicolas folded up the Daily Prophet and placed it on the table. He had gone by many names over the last few hundred years, and changing it once more didn't really bother him. It irked him immensely when someone he considered a son did a foolish thing like this. The idea of changing someone's gender to protect them was good if they wanted it, but he didn't seem to get that. He looked over at his wife who was walking through their new home like her feet were on fire.

"What is wrong Perenelle?" Nicolas asked with more than a touch of concern in his voice.

She paced back and forth a few more times before she looked at him, and answered. "I don't know if Ms Potter is living in a safe place anymore Nicolas. We could have taken her in you know." Perenelle said sternly.

"I know, but if we did the hand of fate would have been cruel," Nicolas said sombrely. "That is a burden I am glad we did not bare."

Perenelle looked beyond sad at this, but there was nothing they could do for the girl in regards to raising her now. The things they could do were limited. They could teach her many things. Though the moment they started doing this Albus would know he had been tricked. They had been doing this now for over three hundred years now. They had looked to pass the stone to someone over to someone in the last couple of centuries, but they couldn't find anyone they felt comfortable enough with to pass the stone to. They had thought Albus would be the perfect one to pass it to right up until he told them they should destroy it.

They had tried it several times over the last two hundred years, and Albus had come the closest to receiving the Stone. His want to destroy it killed the idea for them. They had tried several times to destroy it, and each time the stone remained intact. The amount of magic within the stone now mad them wary to even try and destroy. The first time they tried to smash it the iron hammer they hit it with shattered. The last attempt was made three hundred years ago, and they used the fang of a basilisk to do the deed, and the fang shattered on impact. After that, they had conceded to themselves that there was no way to destroy the thing. Not only had it made them 'immortal', but the Stone itself was eternal.

"I'm going to write to the girl. This article by Rita Skeeter seems sketchy at best." Nicolas said looking at the paper once more. "If she has spent the last thirteen years as a boy then we need to know why he did this."

"So, I take it you have lost your faith in him?" Perenelle asked as she walked towards the couch.

Nicolas nodded his head. "I don't know what happened to the man I once viewed as a son, but these things that have happened bother me." Nicolas looks at his wife almost pleading her to tell him he is insane. "First he asks us for the Stone fearing Voldemort is after it, and then he tells us we must destroy it to go on our next Great Adventure. We have told him the Elixir we make now does not increase our lives it heals us, but he insists the stone is in danger. I still think he was using it as bait."

His wife shook her head at this. "The alarms had told me someone had gotten close to it Nicolas, but like all the other times before it remained untouched. I don't think he understands the protection that surrounds it here are better than anything he had at Hogwarts." Perenelle said with a touch of indignation. His wife was better at her protection charms than Albus knew.

"Not really, the protection he had would have kept it out of Voldemort's hands, but the moment someone else got it the stone was in danger getting stolen. I am glad I listened to you Peren." Nicolas said sweetly. "The fact that Albus couldn't tell it was a fake makes me disappointed. Though it makes me laugh thinking that Voldemort thought it was the Stone." Nicolas lifted an eyebrow and thought for a few minutes about the man. "It surprises me that Voldemort never came after us."

"He fears you because he thinks you taught Albus all those spells," Perenelle said with a hint of mirth in her voice. "The fool doesn't understand that between the three of you, Dumbledore was number two in terms of raw magical power. You are leagues beyond Dumbledore, but you never once showed it. A mark of humility I would say." Perenelle said as she leant in to kiss her husband on the cheek.

"You flatter me," Nicolas said dismissively. He looked pensively off into the distance. "Do you want to take her as an apprentice my love?" Nicolas asked

"I don't think I am the one you need to ask that question to, dear," Perenelle said confidently. "The girl endured being a boy for over ten years. So, that above all else earns my respect." His wife looked over at him with a smile.

"Being a boy isn't all that bad," Nicolas said with a smile. "We can be rambunctious, and a tad on the wild side, bust so can girls."

"Yes, but you smell worse," Perenelle said as she patted him on the back before she walked into their workspace. "Do you want to use Arctic or Nocturne?"

Nicolas thought for a moment. It didn't matter which one he used Albus would know who sent the letter. It really only mattered if he wanted it to stand out to everyone or not. Nocturne was a snow-owl with a lot more black feather than white. She would stand out more to him in a negative way. Arctic was their Phoenix, and if they sent that one there was no doubt in his mind that Dumbledore would be pounding on their door. A wicked smile crossed his face at that time.

"Let's send Arctic. This way the young man knows who is truly the controller of my life." Nicolas laughed as his wife rolled her eyes.

-HAN-

January 1, 1994

8:30 AM

Hogwarts, Great Hall

Jasmine was nervous sitting there eating breakfast this morning. Snape was staring at her, and this was causing Hermine to glare at him. The man seemed to be having a hard time dealing with her being a girl. There was no way she was getting out of having him belittle her, but that didn't mean he should looking at her like this. The only other person that caught her attention was Professor McGonagall. There appeared to be some bags under McGonagall's eyes. Jasmine was wondering how long the argument between her and Dumbledore had lasted. She knew McGonagall cared about her, but it was a little surprising to see how much she was willing to do for her. There was also the possibility that she may have been up late last night checking the charms that protected the girls' dorms. There were a few Gryffindors that she didn't trust at all, and it sucked that she still had to call one of them a friend. The snivelling little bastard was sitting across from her and Hermione. This was a crime because she was eating bacon. It was against all things holy to disturb one's stomach while eating bacon!

The beeping of her watch told her it was time to take her potion. She reached over and stopped the offensive noise. She then grabbed the potion and started to drink. She could feel her body start to change back into its male form, but the moment the potion was down her throat it stopped and returned to the proper form. She looked over at Hermione. There was a little worry upon the girl's face. Before she could ask anything there was a burst of flames. When the flames died down Jasmine's breath was taken away. The bird's feathers were a mixture of dark blue, and light blue. Looking the bird over Jasmine noticed a letter attached to its left talon.

Jasmine looked back at the bird almost asking it who the letter was for. It chirped and pointed its head to her, so she started untying the letter. She looked at it and found that her name was written in this elegant handwriting that she had never seen before. She looked up at the professor table. Dumbledore seemed to be in some form of stunned amazement, so he knew the bird, but he didn't seem to be expecting it.

Jasmine opened the letter and started reading it.

Dear Ms Potter,

I guess I should start this letter by stating who I am. My name is Nicolas Flamel. I know you heard that I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, but I can assure you I have done no such thing. The stone that was hidden in your school was a fake. I have shielded the stone from stronger foes than Voldemort. So, this little despot trying to gain the stone is nothing new to me. His strength is something to be in respect of, but I can assure you I am no meek target. I have written this in my own blood as proof to you that what I have just written is the truth.

The glowing red letter of this passage was beyond creepy. She looked over at Hermione, and the other girl just nodded. "This is like him taking an Unbreakable Vow, to tell the truth." Jasmine nodded and returned to reading the letter.

Now, Ms Potter, I am wanting to know about what happened. I am not wanting every little detail, but I am also wondering if this is due to my former students meddling. I can assure you that Perenelle and I are fine, so you needn't worry about us. I worry for you given what my student has learned from me.

I must also say that I cannot speed things along. Whatever cure you are working with you MUST maintain. Any alteration will have consequences. The phoenix, Arctic, will take your reply

Sincerely,

Nicolas Flamel

P.S. Don't tell Albus any of this.

As she folded the letter up she could hear heavy footsteps. Looking to her right she could see Dumbledore running up to her. The look on his face was one of panic. Given what the letter contained Jasmine wasn't that surprised. The way the man was reacting to the arrival of the letter was confirmation in and of itself. The other professors looked confused. Well, almost all of the professors. McGonagall looked rather pleased about something.

When Dumbledore finally got to them his voice sounded panicked, and his eyes were bulging out of his head. "Ms Potter, who sent that letter?" His voice was raspy, and higher in pitch than normal. It was almost as if someone had kicked his puppy.

"I am afraid that I can't tell you who sent that professor," Jasmine said in a calm voice. She said it loud enough to be carried to the back table.

Jasmine heard a gasp off to her right. She looked over at Hermione and found her staring dumbstruck at the letter in her hands. Hermione shook her head and then looked over at Dumbledore. Jasmine's mind was racing trying to think of a way to get her not to look at the bastard. She leant in and whispered. "Don't look him in the eyes. I will explain later." She leant back and looked pleadingly at Hermione. The other girl nodded and averted her eyes from Dumbledore's gaze.

When the man got up her he stared her down. Jasmine felt the pressure of someone trying to get into her mind. She pushed back 'gently'. The old man winced in pain. He shook his head, and then asked "Miss Potter may I see that letter?"

Jasmine shook her head. "I am afraid headmaster that I have been asked not to do that." She looked over at Hermione who was looking at the ground. "Come on let's go answer this letter Mi." Jasmine stood up and looked to phoenix. "Wana come with us?"

The bird nodded and flew up to her shoulder. As the three walked out of the Great Hall Jasmine took hold of Hermione's hand. The other girl looked quizzically over at her. Jasmine just smiled at her friend. Jasmine led the two of them up to the seventh floor. Once in front of the Room of Requirement, the phoenix flew over to Hermione and landed on her shoulder. Jasmine walked in front of the entrance to the Room of Requirement. She started pacing in front of it thinking of a room that she could respond to the letter in and that Dumbledore was not allowed into. Once her third pass was done the doors revealed themselves. When she opened the door Jasmine's heart fell into the bottom of her stomach. Standing in the middle of the room was her Reaper smiling like the cat that ate the canary. She looked over at Hermione, and the girl looked like she was trying to say something. Her mouth was open, but it was not moving beyond a few centimetres in width. She looked back over at the Reaper with one eyebrow raised.

"Don't worry Jasmine. I have stopped time for everyone, but the two of us." The Reaper started pacing in the room. "Now this is something unexpected." The woman was walking around in the room. She was waving her hands in a dramatic fashion. Her voice seemed jovial, but the glint in her eyes screamed murderous delight about something. This bothered Jasmine a little bit. "I knew Nicolas was still alive, but I had no idea that he would contact you."

"Bullshite," Jasmine said sternly. The woman looked back at her with this mischievous smile still glued to her face. "Why are you here? I mean the letter didn't cause a problem did it?"

"Oh no, it actually was something that has always had the possibility of happening, but the man didn't want Douche Nozzle 164 from knowing that he was still alive." The woman held up her hand stopping Jasmine from talking. "I know you have questions about this, but all I am allowed to tell you is this is one of those things that should have happened last time." Jasmine nodded her head. It seemed Fate could be a fickle thing, and if you messed with it the outcome is NEVER guaranteed to be in your favour. "The real reason I am here is to inform you that I am going to be checking in on you from time to time. This is more to make sure you focus on your main tasks. I cannot dictate to you how they are to be done, but I can tell you when you are losing focus."

Jasmine nodded her head in agreement to this. Just because Flamel was contacting her didn't mean she should drop everything to learn from the man. There was so much that needed to be done. Dumbledore would try and interfere with her life no matter what, and if she slipped up once everything was lost. The idea that the same man wanted to talk to her that taught Douche Nozzle 164 got her thinking. "Did Flamel talk to me during any of my previous 'lives', and why didn't you tell me about it?"

The Reaper looked a touch sad. "Yes, but I couldn't tell you about it then. If I had it would have altered how you would have done things. There is no guarantee that Dumbledore wouldn't have gone crazy if you had done this. We can't have that. There is such a thing as 'free will'." She got a little more serious in her tone of voice, and mannerisms. "You see there is the other option here where he didn't contact you and kept this to himself. This option had to be made by Flamel, and not one forced on him by the word of God. Now if you will pardon the pun here: It would have killed me to have to tell you that Flamel contacted you. As for when in the previous timeline he contacted you, it was after your dealing with the Stone. If you want to know more about the Stone you need to ask him."

Jasmine was just dumbstruck by this information. Then something clicked. "Wait, are you telling me the Philosopher's Stone is still around?" The Reaper nodded. "So, the Stone in Hogwarts?"

"Was a fake. The real one is still safe with him and Perenelle. The phoenix basically told Dumbles he has been played." Her Reaper waved off any further questions. "Look I can't keep this up for long. Remember you have two soulmates to worry about. Now I should warn you not to give Dumbledore any chance to get the upper hand on you. You need to get that wand out of possession. He has already tried to break the wand."

"I take it he failed?" A nodded from the Reaper made her shiver. She didn't want to think about trying to break a wand that death made. "Okay, so build both bonds, get a wand, and free Sirius. Are there anymore impossible task you want from me?"

"Not unless you want to rob Fort Knox, steal the Royal Crown, and/or crash the stock market." The Reaper said with a wicked grin on her face. "However I will warn you. If you do any of those I will strangle you myself."

Jasmine just shook her head at this. "If I tried any of those it kind of runs against what I am supposed to do. So, no." Jasmine waved her hands at the Reaper as she turned back to Hermione. "I will see you when I see you."

A bright flash of light seemed to restart time. Hermione jaw just dropped open, and she stared at the room. The phoenix just stared at Jasmine and given the way it was tilting its head Jasmine figured he/she knew what had just happened. She told Hermione about the room, and how she had 'found' it. She adjusted the reason why Dobby had told her about the RoR. Hermione seemed interested (as always) in the nature of the room. Jasmine thought about it for a minute. If she was interested in the Room she might be able to get Pansy here several hours early, and if she did things right. This room was a Godsend the more she thought about it. This room could also be fun the more she thought about it.

"Why are you smiling?" Hermione asked with a worried look on her face.

"Nothing," Jasmine said dismissively.

Hermione didn't say anything in response, but given the look on her face, she didn't believe Jasmine. She thought she heard Hermione whisper something under her breath. Jasmine just smiled as she sat down at the table, and took one of the pieces of parchment. She put the quill tip in her mouth and thought about what she was going to say to the man. After a couple of minutes of thinking, she started writing her letter. She told the man about the 'potion' that changed her gender, and how she found out about it. She stayed concise and tried not to stray off topic. Given what she had just been through she didn't want to deal with a pissed off Nicolas Flamel because she had said something wrong. Granted with this letter it might not be her that he was pissed off at. When she was done she read the letter to make sure she left nothing out. She then handed it over to Hermione to make sure she hadn't missed anything. When she gave it a green light Jasmine attached the letter to the phoenix's leg, and the bird 'flamed' off in bright blue flames.

Jasmine said they should step outside the room. She waited till Hermione closed the door to tell her she wanted to 'test' the room. She told Hermione that she was wanting to see if the room could make a doorway to the passageway to another location. Hermione nodded her head and stepped away from the door. Jasmine walked in front of the wall three times thinking about a connection between the castle and the Hogwarts Express. If it connected the seventh floor of Hogwarts with the first floor of the Hog's Head Inn, then this might be easier than one would think. She really couldn't stop thinking about Pansy while doing this though. She just hoped this didn't mess things up between herself, Hermione, the school, and Pansy.

-HAN-

Pansy was sitting down listening to Bulstrode drowned them in the news that her father's Dark Mark was getting its colour back. While this was still frightening it didn't nearly have as much impact as it did the first four times she heard it. Draco never shuts up about it really. His father seemed very happy about it all day. He also did this, on December 23rd, 24th, and 31st. It was getting really annoying, to be honest. Yes, she liked the dark arts, but there was a limit to her evil. Really there was. She put on the face of a blood supremacist because she was expected to not because she believed that garbage. Hell if anything Crabbe and Goyle Jr. were proof why inbreeding was a really bad idea.

Thankfully her mind was pulled from these thoughts by the sound of something torn open off to her left. Looking towards the window made her mouth fall open. Instead of a window revealing a passing countryside, Pansy found herself looking at an open door, and what had to be Hogwarts hallway. This was the only conclusion because of Potter… no Jasmine was standing in the doorway. Before she could say anything though Davis got up, and marched up to the open door. She stuck her head through it and looked down both sides. She said the most unsophisticated thing she had heard today. "This so bloody cool! How'd you do it, Potter?" The girl was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"It wasn't me, it was Hogwarts. There is a room is pretty awesome actually. Now if you ladies want a quick trip back get your things, and step through the gateway." She stepped back from the doorway. "And don't worry Ronald is not here."

"She's lying!" screamed Bulstrode. "We shouldn't listen to her, and somebody should tell Malfoy!"

Hermione leant over and whispered to Jasmine. Pansy couldn't tell what it was, but given Potter's worried look it couldn't have been good, but the look on the girl's face changed to a jovial nature quickly, and she jerked her head in Pansy's direction. She then said in smooth kind of 'I know more than you do' tone of voice. "I have it in good faith that we have been misreading our Slytherin classmates." Jasmine said, and she was pleading Hermione with her eyes to understand the hidden meaning of the 'faith' part of her statement.

As Bulstrode went to add commentary Pansy stood up. This was her chance. If she didn't do this she might not get a better chance at being their friend. The benefits of doing this outweighed the risks. With them, she didn't have to obey tradition, and she might gain actual friends. Besides the time she spent with them shopping was fun. Pansy grabbed her trunk off the rack and walked through the door. She looked over her shoulder at her friends. "Well, aren't you coming?"

With that comment Davis, Greengrass, and Patrica. As they started doing this Bulstrode got up, and bolted out of the other door. Pansy could hear someone say something about Malfoy. This of course made the four move a touch faster. Just as Jasmine started to close the door Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle came barrelling into the compartment. The stood there dumbstruck at what they were seeing for about five seconds before they charged at the door. This, however, was in vain as the door closed just as they reached it.

Pansy looked over at Jasmine and smiled. "Nice, next time you do this trick you need to show me how it is done."

Jasmine looked over at her and smiled. "Maybe I will show all of you, but right now I think it is about time we get your things back to your dorm." Jasmine placed a hand on Pansy's shoulder, and the girl wanted to melt right then and there. She resurrected her resolve and started to walk to the Slytherin common room.