Disclaimer: I never have and never will own any of the HP characters nor anything you recognize. I do own Jazz, Luke, the teachers at JIM, JIM, and the plot. So there...

The Prophecy of the Eight

Two will try to rule our world.

Separate for many years until they unite in force

Eight must join to save us all.

The ones marked as evil's friend and foe will have the power to vanquish.

Two will come over water's waves to mark the beginning of the fight:

The teacher to help them grow stronger in their fight

The healer to clean up the many messes that will be made

The other six will have a history of friendships and fights.

One will believe in that which many do not and will give faith to the other seven.

A brother's love for his sister will show them the power of unconditional love.

The logician will keep them sane and make the fuzzy future clear.

And the fighters, the friend and foe to evil, must learn to trust each other and guide the others to have this trust.

Because without each of these and their talents, all might be lost.

Jazz and Luke

Ding Ding Ding Dong! The bell rang, signaling the end of Charms, Jazz's least favorite class. She was halfway to the door before the bell finished ringing. She was drawn back by a voice.

"…and two and a half feet on the Fidelius Charm due on Tuesday. Is that understood, Miss Myers?"

"Yes Professor Scott." Jazz rolled her eyes at the Charms teacher's voice. She never understood how excited others could get over the subject. She thought about more worthwhile classes as she leaned on the wall, waiting for the rest of the class to tilter out. Potions, for example, or even Transfiguration would be better…

"Good God, Jazz! Could you have gotten out of the room any faster?" Luke snapped playfully.

"Yes," Jazz replied matter-of-factly as she skipped down the hall.

Lucas Mathews and Jasmine Myers were closer than close. With the teasing and arguments, they acted like brother and sister, even sometimes like twins. They could hold entire conversations with their eyes and knew when the other was hurt or feeling depressed. Yet, you wouldn't think they were related on first glance. Luke was tall, blond and handsome. He was about 6'0" and toned with muscles to die for. Not only was he muscular from being a chaser on his Quidditch team, he ran, lifted weights, surfed and fenced. His sky blue eyes were constantly searching and noticing everything. Golden blond hair fell straight over his forehead since his hair was cut in a slightly shaggy style (AN: kind of like how the Beatles wore their hair. Very popular right now at my school.) While he was the quieter of the two, he spoke thoughtfully and from the heart and could really cut loose when he felt like it. He was a heartbreaker at seventeen, but didn't play it up.

At the other end of the other end of the spectrum, Jazz Myers loved being the life of the party. She's constantly tearing up the dance floor and flirting up a storm. For such a big flirt, it surprised many that she refused to have flings. At 5'6", she carries herself with the confidence of someone much taller. Her dirty blonde hair has natural highlights of red, brown and golden blonde. Long lashes frame hazel eyes that can changes on her command to every color in the spectrum. Like right now, they were a vivid amethyst. Like Luke, she was extremely fit from athletic activities. She did fencing, running, weight training, Quidditch (she was a beater), surfing, and ballet. The main difference that would be obvious to many is that Jazz is a muggle born, while Luke was a pureblood. But that never affected their friendship.

As they walked outside, Luke wondered aloud, "How can you be this cheerful, Jazz?"

"Must I constantly remind you? It's Friday! And we have potions next!" Jazz twirled around, laughing as they crossed the courtyard. Luke groaned at the thought of their next class. He hated being so precise about every timing that was necessary. "Why is that a good thing?" he whined.

"Get over it!" Jazz called over her shoulder as they entered the classroom. She walked to their usual table and got out her supplies. Potions is the only class that Jazz never joked or messed around in. She knew she had to completely focus in this class. She learned the hard way her first week.

Flashback

Jazz was a cheerful short 10 year old. With a grin always on her face, she was in heaven at her new school, Jewkes Institute of Magic, or JIM, in Colorado. She was impressed to be attending a school known for its Quidditch teams. What else would you expect from a school named for the creator of the Silver Arrow broom? (AN: He really is. I found it on the HP Lexicon.) She was joking in the potions room when the teacher walked in.

"Good afternoon class. Let me make one thing clear. This class takes concentration. If you do not focus, the results could be dire. Is that understood? Good. Today we will begin with a simple potion. I will walk around and help, so don't worry if you've never worked with any type of potions before. We will be making a photography potion, which allows muggle pictures to move around like wizard photographs do. The ingredients are on the table along the left wall and the instructions are on the board. Oh! I forgot to mention. I am Professor Freedman. You may begin."

Jazz and Luke were partners since they were friends from the plane ride over. Luke got the ingredients while Jazz read the instructions and got their cauldron ready.

"Jazz, be careful. Potions are tricky," Luke started to caution before Jazz interrupted him.

"Relax! It's just like cooking and I've only been helping my mom in the kitchen since I was like four!" she proceeded to add the ingredients with a practiced easy all while humming under her breath. She was so intent on getting the words to the song that she completely missed Professor Freedman's statement.

"Class, I omitted a step on the instructions. Add only a one sliced caterpillar, not two."

After stirring the potion twice, Jazz added two sliced caterpillars. Next thing she knew, she was on the other side of the room covered in a purple goop. Professor Freedman was standing in front of her yelling.

"What were you thinking? Did you not listen to me earlier? Got to the nurses' office. You have a detention with me tonight at 7 PM. Now go."

At her detention, Jazz got a lecture over the importance of paying attention to the professor at all times during a potions lesson. She was required to read a book about what happened to many witches and wizards who didn't follow a potion recipe correctly and write a report on each one of the accidents.

Back to the Present

"Good afternoon class! You will be making in pairs the Polyjuice potion to be tested by turning into the other. This may require you to come in on your own time, but you can handle it. Also, since it will be over a period of time, we will also be making Veritaserum. These are both complex potions. As the advanced potions class, I feel that you can handle it. It's not like the Veritaserum won't come in handy this year." A faraway look came over the professor's face. She seemed to snap out of it a moment later and shook her head as if to clear the thoughts. "Anyway, the ingredients for the Polyjuice potion are on the table. That must be started today. If anyone is absent, please tell me so I can work something out. No one's absent? Well, begin. We will start the Veritaserum next time"

As Jazz walked over to get the ingredients, a student aide walked in. Jazz followed her out of the corner of her eyes. The aide whispered something to Professor Freedman, who, in turn, signaled for Jazz and Luke to come to her desk.

"Professor Astoria needs to speak with the two of you. If you finish before the end of class, come back and you can begin the potion. Otherwise, I'll just start it for you. You're dismissed."

Luke and Jazz quickly got their stuff together and walked out. It's not a good idea to keep the headmistress waiting. Not a good idea at all…

AN: This is my first fanfic... So be patient with me! Please! Review and tell me if I should continue.