A/N: This is my story, if you don't like it, sorry. I don't know how it's going to end up for sure yet, but we will see. I wasn't planning on making it a romance either, but after several suggestions... we will see.
Everyone stared at Jasmine as she stared at the unconcious professor. She backed towards the door, looking frightened.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." tears shining in her eyes.
Professor Dumbledore reaches out his hand and places it on her shoulder.
"It isn't your fault. Understand that, my dear. We do not control our destiny, it is already planned for us, before we are born. All we can do is fufill it. Some of us have an easy fate, some, like you, do not."
"I will accept my fate if it makes zat of my brozzer's easier."
"You will make all the wizarding world an easier place to live if the prophecy is fufilled."
"Zank you, Professor. I believe I will go now."
Jasmine leaves, and Harry follows.
"Jazz! Wait!"
"'Arry?"
"What did he mean, your fate, the prophecy?"
"I cannot tell you, brozzer. You will see, the whole world will see."
Time at the school goes on. Jasmine fits in to the bustling students, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione notice that she seems lonely and prefers to spend time alone, reading. They also notice that though many boys show interest in her, she takes no notice. As if she has greater things on her mind. Girls begin to despise her, as she doesn't have to work as hard as they do to catch a boy's interest, yet she takes no notice of any males.
As the Yule Tide ball draws near, the trio becomes anxious that Jasmine will not have a date to the Yule Tide ball.
"Who hasn't she met that she may like?" Hermione asks.
"In Gryffindor or all over?" Harry asks.
"Oh come on Harry, wouldn't you rather it be a Gryffindor?" Ron laughs.
"She's met almost everyone I can think of... wait. Oliver Wood, have we ever introduced them?"
"Come to think of it, no."
They approach Jasmine, who is curled up in a chair reading an advanced potions book of some kind.
"Jasmine, we have someone we would like you to meet."
Everyone stared at Jasmine as she stared at the unconcious professor. She backed towards the door, looking frightened.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." tears shining in her eyes.
Professor Dumbledore reaches out his hand and places it on her shoulder.
"It isn't your fault. Understand that, my dear. We do not control our destiny, it is already planned for us, before we are born. All we can do is fufill it. Some of us have an easy fate, some, like you, do not."
"I will accept my fate if it makes zat of my brozzer's easier."
"You will make all the wizarding world an easier place to live if the prophecy is fufilled."
"Zank you, Professor. I believe I will go now."
Jasmine leaves, and Harry follows.
"Jazz! Wait!"
"'Arry?"
"What did he mean, your fate, the prophecy?"
"I cannot tell you, brozzer. You will see, the whole world will see."
Time at the school goes on. Jasmine fits in to the bustling students, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione notice that she seems lonely and prefers to spend time alone, reading. They also notice that though many boys show interest in her, she takes no notice. As if she has greater things on her mind. Girls begin to despise her, as she doesn't have to work as hard as they do to catch a boy's interest, yet she takes no notice of any males.
As the Yule Tide ball draws near, the trio becomes anxious that Jasmine will not have a date to the Yule Tide ball.
"Who hasn't she met that she may like?" Hermione asks.
"In Gryffindor or all over?" Harry asks.
"Oh come on Harry, wouldn't you rather it be a Gryffindor?" Ron laughs.
"She's met almost everyone I can think of... wait. Oliver Wood, have we ever introduced them?"
"Come to think of it, no."
They approach Jasmine, who is curled up in a chair reading an advanced potions book of some kind.
"Jasmine, we have someone we would like you to meet."