**Almost all of these characters are not mine. They belong to the esteemed
J.K. Rowlings. Jamie, however, is my own creation, so I trust you will not
use her in any of YOUR stories. Thank you.**
"Ms. Potter!"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"I want to speak with you about your courses."
"Oh, yes, thank you...Wait...aren't I supposed to talk with the Head of House about that? I haven't been Sorted yet."
"You've been placed in Gryffindor with your twin brother," the Professor said shortly. Apparently, Remus had told her over dinner that I knew about him.
"Thanks for telling me,"
"So, Ms. Potter, if you'll just step into my office..."
I obeyed. After all, I wasn't stupid and would much rather had a million detentions with Snape than get McGonagall mad. I sat down in a chair opposite the Professor's desk.
"Well, Potter, any thoughts on what you want to be when you leave Hogwarts?"
I was thankful she didn't say "when you grow up". I'm really not too mature and it didn't look like I was ever going to get better.
"I really haven't thought about it."
McGonagall took out a sheet of paper, "From this report from SWI, it seems like you've got a firm grasp on everything; basically it's your choices on what classes you want to take this year that need to be based on where you want to go."
"I have no idea though..."
"What do you like doing?"
"Reading, writing, helping people..."
McGonagall had found a thread, "How do you like helping?"
"I don't like seeing people hurting,"
"Ever thought of being a Healer?"
"Now that you mention it, a little bit."
"Now for that you need Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions and Charms," said the Professor, making a note on a slip of paper, "I'm not worried at all about your grades, Potter. You've proved yourself very capable of handling academics.
"I have a question for you, Jamie. Four out of your five courses, your brother is also taking. Do you want to be put in the same classes as him?"
"Can I change my mind after I meet him?"
McGonagall laughed, "Harry is very pleasant, if a bit of a risk taker. And yes, you MAY change your mind."
"Okay then. Yes, please."
"As for the writing bit, we have a new course this year. It would have everyone, all houses, all years, taking it in only one class. However, I think it might interest you."
"What is it, please?"
"Creative Arts."
"Yes, please!"
"Remember, Jamie, I'll expect you to continue to be this polite when school starts tomorrow. Manners seem to have gone down the drain and may be worth a few extra house points."
I thanked her and practically ran back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, clutching my course list in one fisted hand. I banged on the door. "Remus? Yo, Remus!"
For a split second, I thought my worst fears had been confirmed, but then I heard his hoarse voice, "Come in Jae! And stop shouting!"
I opened the door and walked in. "So what's up, Jamie?"
"I'minGryffindorandI'mtakingclassestobeaHealerplusaCreativeWritingcourse!" I babbled all in one breath.
"That's interesting," said Remus, who had long since learned to interpret my fast-talking, "Your mother was a Healer too, or didn't you know?"
"I didn't know until you just told me!"
"I never told you that before?"
"You always avoided talking about my parents with me. You're uncomfortable about it."
"Jae, I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"You're a lot like your mum. Keep up the good work."
There was a knock on the classroom door. "Yes?" Remus called.
Snape entered, with one goblet of smoking liquid. "I though it would be best NOT to have a rampaging werewolf around here."
"Thank you, Professor," I said, taking the goblet from him.
"Be sure to DRINK IT ALL, Ms. Potter," Snape said, his eyes dangerous.
"Thank you for reminding me," I replied, taking a small sip.
The potion tasted foul, but I forced myself to choke it down. It was bitter and harsh and burned in my mouth. "But you can't risk going wild," I thought to myself, "you'll put everyone in danger."
I finally finished the brew and gave Snape his cup back. I said "Thanks,"
"You're welcome," he said, sounding a tiny bit surprised.
He didn't even look at Remus as he left the room. "Typical, so very typical," my godfather yawned. "Keep being polite, Jae; it makes a good impression on the teachers."
"Really?"
"I should know, right?"
I laughed a little. "I'm not like this usually."
"I know you aren't. But for heaven's sake, BEHAVE yourself, Jamie. You don't need anymore trouble than what you've got."
"What trouble have I got?" I almost said, but I wasn't that stupid.
"Ms. Potter!"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?"
"I want to speak with you about your courses."
"Oh, yes, thank you...Wait...aren't I supposed to talk with the Head of House about that? I haven't been Sorted yet."
"You've been placed in Gryffindor with your twin brother," the Professor said shortly. Apparently, Remus had told her over dinner that I knew about him.
"Thanks for telling me,"
"So, Ms. Potter, if you'll just step into my office..."
I obeyed. After all, I wasn't stupid and would much rather had a million detentions with Snape than get McGonagall mad. I sat down in a chair opposite the Professor's desk.
"Well, Potter, any thoughts on what you want to be when you leave Hogwarts?"
I was thankful she didn't say "when you grow up". I'm really not too mature and it didn't look like I was ever going to get better.
"I really haven't thought about it."
McGonagall took out a sheet of paper, "From this report from SWI, it seems like you've got a firm grasp on everything; basically it's your choices on what classes you want to take this year that need to be based on where you want to go."
"I have no idea though..."
"What do you like doing?"
"Reading, writing, helping people..."
McGonagall had found a thread, "How do you like helping?"
"I don't like seeing people hurting,"
"Ever thought of being a Healer?"
"Now that you mention it, a little bit."
"Now for that you need Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions and Charms," said the Professor, making a note on a slip of paper, "I'm not worried at all about your grades, Potter. You've proved yourself very capable of handling academics.
"I have a question for you, Jamie. Four out of your five courses, your brother is also taking. Do you want to be put in the same classes as him?"
"Can I change my mind after I meet him?"
McGonagall laughed, "Harry is very pleasant, if a bit of a risk taker. And yes, you MAY change your mind."
"Okay then. Yes, please."
"As for the writing bit, we have a new course this year. It would have everyone, all houses, all years, taking it in only one class. However, I think it might interest you."
"What is it, please?"
"Creative Arts."
"Yes, please!"
"Remember, Jamie, I'll expect you to continue to be this polite when school starts tomorrow. Manners seem to have gone down the drain and may be worth a few extra house points."
I thanked her and practically ran back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, clutching my course list in one fisted hand. I banged on the door. "Remus? Yo, Remus!"
For a split second, I thought my worst fears had been confirmed, but then I heard his hoarse voice, "Come in Jae! And stop shouting!"
I opened the door and walked in. "So what's up, Jamie?"
"I'minGryffindorandI'mtakingclassestobeaHealerplusaCreativeWritingcourse!" I babbled all in one breath.
"That's interesting," said Remus, who had long since learned to interpret my fast-talking, "Your mother was a Healer too, or didn't you know?"
"I didn't know until you just told me!"
"I never told you that before?"
"You always avoided talking about my parents with me. You're uncomfortable about it."
"Jae, I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"You're a lot like your mum. Keep up the good work."
There was a knock on the classroom door. "Yes?" Remus called.
Snape entered, with one goblet of smoking liquid. "I though it would be best NOT to have a rampaging werewolf around here."
"Thank you, Professor," I said, taking the goblet from him.
"Be sure to DRINK IT ALL, Ms. Potter," Snape said, his eyes dangerous.
"Thank you for reminding me," I replied, taking a small sip.
The potion tasted foul, but I forced myself to choke it down. It was bitter and harsh and burned in my mouth. "But you can't risk going wild," I thought to myself, "you'll put everyone in danger."
I finally finished the brew and gave Snape his cup back. I said "Thanks,"
"You're welcome," he said, sounding a tiny bit surprised.
He didn't even look at Remus as he left the room. "Typical, so very typical," my godfather yawned. "Keep being polite, Jae; it makes a good impression on the teachers."
"Really?"
"I should know, right?"
I laughed a little. "I'm not like this usually."
"I know you aren't. But for heaven's sake, BEHAVE yourself, Jamie. You don't need anymore trouble than what you've got."
"What trouble have I got?" I almost said, but I wasn't that stupid.