natalis natalis

By Shaina

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any ideas or characters from it. Jessie and all original characters and ideas are my own.

Author note: 2/25 12:04am Correct version up this time.Okay folks here you go. Review if you want more. After all praise and flames are my payment for writing.

"Ita erat quando hic adveni." Jessie said trying not to smile impishly at the elderly witch. Managing to look innocent and up to something all at the same time.

"As impressed as I am that you're doing well with your Latin, it does NOT answer the question of why the icing is missing from the back of the cake." Dorothy Cranfson sighed looking at her young charge. She couldn't really get mad at the girl, Jessie was only eight. And only that day too.

"Canis meus id comedit?" Jessie couldn't help but grin now. Ms. Cranfson had said she wanted her to practice her Latin more hadn't she?

The older witch sighed, and looked down at the rapidly growing child. The agent in charge of Jessie case, Crampton, was having a fit about how much it was costing the ministry to keep up with the rapidly heightening young girl. It was also Crampton's idea to have the child bounced around from agent to agent instead of staying with a family. She'd had some very loud disagreements with that wizard over that. She didn't care if in three years Jessie could be sent off to school. A child needed a family, and it infuriated her more that Jessie had family. A father living and breathing, and they weren't even permitted to tell the poor girl that. "Go get changed and I'll take you to Diagon alley."

"Really?" Jessie looked up at her. She loved Diagon alley. Especially watching the families there, and daydreaming what it be like to have a mum and da. She was always looking for someone with her eyes, or her hair, or even her nose. "Can I have a some Bertie Botts every Flavor beans?" asked hopefully as she took off up the stairs to her attic room.

"If your good." Dorothy told the girl watching her disappear up the stairs. Silly thing to tell that child. 'If your good' Jessie was always good. So much so that it was scary at times. And she didn't even want to know how Jessie had known about Azaban when she'd only been four.

About a half hour later, Dorothy and her young charge walked down Diagon alley. Jessie darting from one window to the other.

Jessie was in heaven, so much to see and all sorts of people to watch. And not a single person looked at her like she shouldn't be there. Jessie giggled to herself wondering what Crampton would think. Probably something about her being to tempted in a place like Diagon Alley so she could go.

Jessie shuddered thinking about what Crampton would have her doing if she was in his 'care' today. Studying probably…or making her read those horrible reports about all the things people like her father had done. Or at least that's what Crampton always told her, that her father was a Death Eater and had killed her mother. Tired to kill her.

Frowning she scolding, the big gray tom cat that followed her about away from some cages of Owls. Salem gave her haughty look before going off in search of mice. Jessie pushed away thoughts of her supposed father, and how anger she'd get at Crampton when he'd tell her those things.

Would she be lucky enough to get a owl when she went off to school, or would she be stuck with ol' Salem? She liked Salem well enough but she always had the feeling he wasn't her's...like he was there watching over her.

"Look they have the new Comet in!" she heard a boy tell his companion, and eagerly she followed after them forget all about owls. Pushing her away through the older boys, for once not embarrassed that she was almost as tall as them, and started longingly at the sleek broom. Even when she was old enough to fly, she'd bet her new shoes that the ministry would get her someone old and slightly damaged broom.

Jessie probably stood there ten minutes her nose pressed up against the glass, before she pulled herself away. Dorothy had given her money to by some Bertie Botts Beans and a few more coins as a birthday present, and she was eager to spend it. Though she knew she was expect to by a book or something, the eight year old was quite set to blow it on candy. Chocolate frogs, one of her favorite things in the world. Maybe she'd get another Dumbledore..she loved those.

Intent on the candy shop, Jessie didn't notice the man in dark robes with eyes like hers watching her. If she had she would have seen him almost smile sadly as she entered the shop, or the frown that replaced it. But she wouldn't have heard the mental cursing he did... 'that's not your daughter. Your daughter is dead. Your daughter is dead!'

Looking around with eyes, trying to figure out what she could buy..or to be more accurate what she could afford to buy. She was disappointed to realize she couldn't even buy a chocolate frog. Jessie was about to just buy the beans and go find Dorothy, when witch running the shop looked at her and smiled.

"Young?" she asked.

Jessie nodded wondering what she'd done wrong. "Yes Ma'am, I am."

A bag laden with all types of candies appeared on the counter. "A man came in here a little while ago and brought all this for you. Said when a little girl with black hair and eyes, and sliver sneakers came in I was to give this to her. And your her"

Jessie stared wide eyed at the candy. "For me?" she almost squeaked.

If the witch said anything else Jessie didn't hear and the next the she knew she was hurrying out the door, thinking this was the best birthday ever. So excited was she that she didn't even wonder who could have given her the candy. As she hurried down the alley looking for Dorothy, she thought she saw a man with dark hair and eyes watching her. But when she looked again he was gone.