It's the beginning of Harry Potter's 5th Year at Hogwarts, the train has already arrived, and Harry and his friends are prepared to go into the feast.
"Harry!" calls Professor McGonagall, "I need to speak with you after the feast, please go directly to Dumbledore's office afterwards."
Harry sighs, "Yes Professor."
"I wonder what she wants." mumurs Ron Weasly
"Probably nothing important" replies Harry
"What professors say is always important, especially if you are having to go to Dumbledore's office." retorted Hermione
The feast went through with it's normal courses as it did every year, they watched the sorting, listened to Dumbledore's speech, and ate the delicious food. Afterwards, Ron and Herimone made their way back to Gryffindor tower as Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office.
"Cockroach Cluster"
He gave the password to the gargoyle and entered Dumbledore's office, to his amazement he saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. She looked a lot like his mother, or at least she looked a lot like the pictures he had seen of her. But somehow she was more radiant. The girl looked up with gentle green eyes and smiled, showing her brillantly white, even, straight teeth.
Dumbledore looked up at Harry. "Ah, Harry! It's a pleasure to see you. Sit down, sit down. Jasmine, if you would like you can leave, or you may stay here while I explain. I must confess you probably will be able to help me tell Harry this startling news."
Harry looked confused "What news?"
Dumbledore replied "Harry, I would like to introduce Jasmine Lei Potter."
"Potter?"
"Yes, Potter. Jasmine is your older long lost and forgotten sister."
"She's muh-my sis-sister?
"Yes Harry, she is. I will let her tell you the story of how you were seperated."
Jasmine spoke, in a gentle voice full of happiness, "'Arry, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. The last time we 'ave seen each ozzer was when we were very young."
Harry's eyes narrowed "You have the same accent as Fleur Delacour, how is it possible you can be my sister?"
"You know Fleur? My best friend! I 'ave been attending Beauxbatons. Fleur's muzzer raised me from when I was young. Madam Maxime wished to, but being a headmistress, it was not possible."
"What!?!"
"Please allow me to tell you my entire story wizout interruptions, zen it will all make much more since and you can ask me questions."
"Alright."
"I was 3 and you were 1 when Voldemort attacked our family. Alzough unknown to many, Voldemort was skilled in Divination. 'E somehow knew what I would grow up to be, so instead of trying to kill me, 'e decided to take me and get someone to raise me until I was 16, and zen he would marry me. Zis is why I was taken away from you, and why I was forgotten entirely. I was given to Peter Pettigrew, who was told take care of me until Voldemort could decide where to place me. When Pettigrew 'eard news that Voldemort had been vanquished, he dropped me on one of the doorsteps zat was closest. He left a letter saying who I was to be read by my new guardians, and a letter not to be opened until I turned 15. I had been left upon ze Delacours doorstep, and was taken in and raised as one of ze family. If you truly know Fleur and Gabrielle, you know zat zey are part Veela. 'Owever, as you probably do not know, Veelas are not what zey seem. Zey look beautiful to lure men into a trap, and zen after zey are zrough wiz zem, zey turn into zeir true selves and murder ze men. Parital Veelas 'ave to bathe in beauty potions to keep from looking like ze true Veela. Zey bathe in Romance, Beauty, Power, and Charm. As I was brought in as part of the family I was too, alzough we are 'uman. Zese things made me 'ow I am. I am now classified as an enchantress instead of a witch, and I am in the Wizard's Encyclopedia as one of the five most beautiful zings created. Zis scares me, as zis is why Voldemort wants me. I 'ave been going to Beauxbatons. But as I just turned 16, Professor Dumbly-dorr and Madam Maxime believe me to be in danger, so I 'ave been sent 'ere, along wiz the Delacours for protection. As I am your sister, the professor zinks it should be made known to you."
Dumbledore speaks, "I couldn't have said it better myself!"
Jasmine blushes and says "Zank you Professor, you believe me, don't you 'Arry?"
"Harry!" calls Professor McGonagall, "I need to speak with you after the feast, please go directly to Dumbledore's office afterwards."
Harry sighs, "Yes Professor."
"I wonder what she wants." mumurs Ron Weasly
"Probably nothing important" replies Harry
"What professors say is always important, especially if you are having to go to Dumbledore's office." retorted Hermione
The feast went through with it's normal courses as it did every year, they watched the sorting, listened to Dumbledore's speech, and ate the delicious food. Afterwards, Ron and Herimone made their way back to Gryffindor tower as Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office.
"Cockroach Cluster"
He gave the password to the gargoyle and entered Dumbledore's office, to his amazement he saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. She looked a lot like his mother, or at least she looked a lot like the pictures he had seen of her. But somehow she was more radiant. The girl looked up with gentle green eyes and smiled, showing her brillantly white, even, straight teeth.
Dumbledore looked up at Harry. "Ah, Harry! It's a pleasure to see you. Sit down, sit down. Jasmine, if you would like you can leave, or you may stay here while I explain. I must confess you probably will be able to help me tell Harry this startling news."
Harry looked confused "What news?"
Dumbledore replied "Harry, I would like to introduce Jasmine Lei Potter."
"Potter?"
"Yes, Potter. Jasmine is your older long lost and forgotten sister."
"She's muh-my sis-sister?
"Yes Harry, she is. I will let her tell you the story of how you were seperated."
Jasmine spoke, in a gentle voice full of happiness, "'Arry, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. The last time we 'ave seen each ozzer was when we were very young."
Harry's eyes narrowed "You have the same accent as Fleur Delacour, how is it possible you can be my sister?"
"You know Fleur? My best friend! I 'ave been attending Beauxbatons. Fleur's muzzer raised me from when I was young. Madam Maxime wished to, but being a headmistress, it was not possible."
"What!?!"
"Please allow me to tell you my entire story wizout interruptions, zen it will all make much more since and you can ask me questions."
"Alright."
"I was 3 and you were 1 when Voldemort attacked our family. Alzough unknown to many, Voldemort was skilled in Divination. 'E somehow knew what I would grow up to be, so instead of trying to kill me, 'e decided to take me and get someone to raise me until I was 16, and zen he would marry me. Zis is why I was taken away from you, and why I was forgotten entirely. I was given to Peter Pettigrew, who was told take care of me until Voldemort could decide where to place me. When Pettigrew 'eard news that Voldemort had been vanquished, he dropped me on one of the doorsteps zat was closest. He left a letter saying who I was to be read by my new guardians, and a letter not to be opened until I turned 15. I had been left upon ze Delacours doorstep, and was taken in and raised as one of ze family. If you truly know Fleur and Gabrielle, you know zat zey are part Veela. 'Owever, as you probably do not know, Veelas are not what zey seem. Zey look beautiful to lure men into a trap, and zen after zey are zrough wiz zem, zey turn into zeir true selves and murder ze men. Parital Veelas 'ave to bathe in beauty potions to keep from looking like ze true Veela. Zey bathe in Romance, Beauty, Power, and Charm. As I was brought in as part of the family I was too, alzough we are 'uman. Zese things made me 'ow I am. I am now classified as an enchantress instead of a witch, and I am in the Wizard's Encyclopedia as one of the five most beautiful zings created. Zis scares me, as zis is why Voldemort wants me. I 'ave been going to Beauxbatons. But as I just turned 16, Professor Dumbly-dorr and Madam Maxime believe me to be in danger, so I 'ave been sent 'ere, along wiz the Delacours for protection. As I am your sister, the professor zinks it should be made known to you."
Dumbledore speaks, "I couldn't have said it better myself!"
Jasmine blushes and says "Zank you Professor, you believe me, don't you 'Arry?"