Deception of Love

Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters and situations of JK Rowling's Harry Potter series. The plot is mine and the characters not recognised are also mine. No fringe of copyright or trademarkis intended. This fanfic is not to be used for comercial reasons and no money is being made from it.

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Chapter One- The New Girl

Harry was sat in the Gryffindor common room waiting for his best friends, Ron and Hermione to return. Ron had been staying with Hermione over the Easter holidays and they were due back at Hogwarts any minute.

Not many students had stayed over Easter, preferring to go home. Harry, however, liked staying at Hogwarts; this was because the castle felt much more like home than the Dursley's house did. The common room was virtually empty apart from Harry, a couple of second year girls and a seventh year student. Harry's holiday had been great, despite Ron and Hermione not being there. Ginny, Ron's younger sister, had also stayed.

"Harry!" cried a voice from behind him.

Harry turned around to see the youngest Weasley holding a letter.

"Hey Ginny," replied Harry, "Who's the letter from?"

"Mum. She wishes you a Happy Easter, and is sorry that she hadn't had time to send us our Easter eggs until today," said Ginny, producing two large chocolate eggs from behind her back.

"Wow, Easter eggs. I was hoping your mother hadn't forgotten us, I love her homemade eggs," exclaimed Harry.

"Same!" laughed Ginny, walking over to Harry.

"Ron will be back soon," said Harry with a sigh, as Ginny handed him his egg.

"That's bad? I thought he was your best mate."

"He is, but, well, he's a bit over protective," said Harry

Ginny smiled and wrapped her arms around Harry, kissing him lightly on the lips, "He is, but I don't care!" she whispered.

A loud noise sounded from the corner, Ron had just tripped over a box lying on the floor by the portrait hole. "What a lovely welcome!" moaned Ron.

Ginny broke away from Harry and looked at her brother with amusement, "Sorry Ron didn't hear you arrive!"

Ron glared at Ginny before striding over to Harry and giving him a huge hug. "Good to see you mate!"

"You too, did you have a good holiday?" Harry asked.

"Yes. It was fantastic. Hermione's house is so cool! It's so…muggle!"

Harry laughed, "Honestly Ron! Hermione's a muggle-born, what did you expect?"

Ron grinned and turned to the brown haired witch behind him. Hermione smiled and said, "Hey Harry! Have a good Easter?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Of course!"

Harry laughed at her happiness, feeling overjoyed that his bushy haired friend was beginning to lighten up. He hoped desperately that this would mean she wouldn't be so strict on school work, but he doubted it.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm starving,"

Ginny raised her eyebrows, "You're always hungry!"

"So? Your point is? Anyway, I'm going to the Great Hall, you coming?" asked Ron.

"What?...Did I miss something?" asked Harry, who had been caught up in his own thoughts and forgotten that he shared the room with various other individuals.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Daydreaming as usual. I asked whether anyone else was hungry."

The messy haired boy nodded, "Starving." Ron grinned at his friend, who hadn't been eating well the last few weeks according to Ginny's letters.

"Let's go then," smiled Ginny leading the way to the portrait hole, followed by her boyfriend, her brother and Hermione.

Ron was cramming his mouth with food, while the rest of the Gryffindor sixth years talked about their Easter holidays.

"I went to Greece. It was so hot! I learnt lots about ancient Greek wizards. Did you know that one Greek wizard, Pythagoras, created a theorem for triangles that is used by muggles? What a waste of time!" said Seamus.

Hermione almost spat out her mouthful of soup and Dean choked in his shepherd's pie. "Pythagoras didn't waste his time! He was…" began Hermione hotly.

"Pythagoras was a wizard?" exclaimed Dean, interrupting Hermione.

Hermione raised her eyebrows! "Of course he was!"

"I never knew, all the time I was sat in a stuffy muggle classroom learning Maths! If only I knew then, it would have made triangles far more interesting!"

Hermione chose to ignore Dean's comments and turned to Seamus, "How can you possibly thing he wasted his time. His theorem is vitally important, without it many things that exist today would not exist at all! Also it is not just Muggles who use it, wizards do too!"

"Calm down Hermione!" laughed Harry, "We get your point!"

Hermione scowled at Parvati and Lavender who were laughing heavily at her!

Neville, who had not been listening to the conversation, but had been discussing his holiday in Barcelona with Colin Creevey, said, "I can't believe you want to do double potions on a Monday morning!"

"That was random Nev," said Ron, "but I agree, Harry, Hermione what were you thinking, choosing potions for N.E.W.Ts?"

"I have to if I'm going to be an auror," Harry sighed, "I still can't believe Dumbledore and Mcgonagal managed to persuade Snape to let me do potions, as my O.W.L grade wasn't high enough."

"You were very lucky!" said Hermione, "and you really should try and look more enthusiastic in Potions."

Harry looked at Hermione in disbelief, "Enthusiastic? In Potions? Are you mental?" Potions was certainly not his favourite subject and he had been very disappointed to find out he had to take it if he wanted to be an auror. The thought of another two years with Snape made his hair curl Harry scowled at the professor sat at the staff table, and hoped that maybe this year Snape would be slightly less hard on him. He wasn't expecting his hoping to make a difference, Snape would always hate him.

Ron sniggered and Hermione gave him a stony glare. "Hermione, Snape hates Harry, and makes his life a misery, how can Harry possibly look excited to be in a Potions lesson with him?" asked Ron. Harry nodded in agreement, and Hermione knew she was fighting a losing battle.

"Potter!" gloated Snape, "You are late!"

Harry glanced at the Potions professor and sighed, "Sorry professor."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," answered Snape swiftly. Harry sat down heavily next to Hermione and groaned, "I wasn't late was I?"

Hermione looked at him before answering, "Yes! Five minutes, and Snape would take ten points from Gryffindor, even if you were one minute late. "

Harry stared at his bare arm and made a mental note to buy a watch. He gave Snape a frosty glare as his professor turned to the blackboard.

The Slytherins and Gryffindors trundled out of Potions. Harry was in a terrible mood, Snape had found excuses to take twenty more points from Harry.

"Thank heavens we have Charms next, Flitwick likes me!" breathed Harry.

Hermione smiled and led the way to Charms where they met up with Ron.

"Hey guys, I was just talking to a group of Ravenclaw sixth years and they said that we're doing dancing charms. Sounds like fun, don't you think?" said Ron cheerily.

Harry grunted and Ron looked at him in surprise, "Bad lesson?" he asked.

"Yeah, how was your free period?"

Ron took a glance at Harry's gloomy face and decided it wasn't a good time to discuss free periods, so swiftly changed the subject. "Neville said there's a Hogsmeade weekend next week, you going?"

"Really? Cool, definitely," began Harry, "I'm out of chocolate frogs and need some more…"

"In you go sixth years!" squeaked Professor Flitwick.

The sixth years filed into the Charms classroom and took their places. Harry, Ron and Hermione sunk into three seats at the back of the classroom.

"Sixth years, in today's lesson we are going to be learning the dancing charm. Dancing charms come in various kinds depending on how the user intends them to work. For example, in a duel you might want to make your opponent dance, and not be able to stop, or perhaps you have a ball coming up and have no idea how to do ballroom dancing, then this charm will give you talent, today we are focussing on learning how to Salsa!" cried Professor Flitwick gazing around the classroom at the excited looking Hufflepuff and Gryffindor sixth years, "So, to begin, please pair up."

Ron looked at Harry before deciding to partner Hermione. Harry sighed and looked around the classroom in search of a partnerless student. No such luck, there happened to be an odd number today.

Harry raised his hand, "Yes Potter?" asked Professor Flitwick.

"I don't have a partner Professor."

"Oh dear, oh dear me," muttered the Charms Professor, "Ahh, yes, Potter, you will help me in today's lesson."

Harry groaned, he hated helping a professor, it meant having to do demonstrations. He walked to the front of the classroom and stood beside Flitwick.

"The dancing charm for teaching yourself a salsa is bailaraugere salsa but if you wanted to learn, err, a different dance, for example, Flamenco, it would be bailar augere flamenco and so on."

The professor then moved on to teaching them the wand and wrist movements, "Circle and flick. When performing this charm you must be determined and eager otherwise it will not work. Say the incantation firmly and boldly. Now, Miss Brown please come here and assist Mr Potter a demonstration of the dancing charm!"

Lavender approached the front of the room looking excited and Parvati kept giving her envious looks.

"Miss Brown and Mr Potter, please cast the charm on yourselves and then SALSA!" squeaked the tiny Professor Flitwick.

Harry took a deep breath and called, "bailar augere salsa" as Lavender did the same. The two students stared at each other, unsure if the charm had worked, "Professor," asked Lavender, "How do we know if it worked?"

Flitwick rolled his eyes and answered, "Dance. If it worked then you'll know how to do it."

Lavender looked anxious for a moment, then a smile broke out on her face, she stepped towards Harry and put her arms around him, and he did the same. Then they danced, the sexy and saucy Salsa. It was clear that Harry's charmed had been more effective than Lavender's as he was much more controlled and sure of what he was doing.

The class watched in silence as Harry and Lavender danced. When they finally reached the end of dance, the class erupted in a huge applause. Harry looked relieved and glanced at Lavender who was giggling.

"Calm down sixth years! It is now time for you to attempt the charm," said Flitwick with a large smile on his face, "If you have paired with a friend of the same gender then please change your partner!"

There was a quick swapping of partners and it wasn't long until the whole room was filled with dancing students. Flitwick waved his wand and the room filled with music.

Harry and Lavender continued to dance, but after five minutes Seamus walked over to the dancing couple and asked if he could now dance with Lavender. Harry gave permission and then sat down at the side of the classroom and watched.

Professor Flitwick noticed he was no longer dancing so went up to him, "Harry, why have you stopped? You are a powerful wizard and your charm was the most effective. Look at all your classmates; none of them matches your ability to dance."

"Professor, Seamus was Lavender's partner before you selected her for the demonstration, so he sat out for the last ten minutes, while everyone else was dancing. He asked for his partner back and I let Lavender go, so once again I have no partner," said Harry solemnly.

Flitwick laughed and said, "We'll do a partner change at the end of this dance, so everyone sits out at some point."

It was ten o'clock and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had collapsed into the comfy armchairs beside the fire. Harry yawned. "I'm off to bed, it's been a long day."

"Ok mate," replied Ron sleepily, "I might just join you, Hermione?"

"No, I'm going to finish reading this before bed," she said, motioning to the large book on her lap titled 'An Everyday Muggle' by Phyllis Greene.

Ron looked at the book in disbelief, "you have only read the first page and it has got to be at least 500 pages long, by the look of it!"

"Ron, it won't take long, and it's important I read it tonight, I don't want to get behind in homework on my first day back."

"Get behind? You have two weeks to read that."

"I know, but it is best to get it over and done with. You and Harry should really make a start on your transfiguration essay. I've finished mine."

Harry laughed; it was typically Hermione to be concerned about homework when they had only been back at school a day. He headed up the stairs to the sixth year boys dormitory, followed by Ron.

Only two minutes after the boys had disappeared a girl entered the common room. The girl had raven coloured hair and striking emerald eyes. She looked around quickly before walking over to Hermione.

"Excuse me, but I'm new and I wondered where the girls' dormitories are and who else is in my year," asked the girl.

Hermione lowered her book and looked at the new girl, her mouth dropped open in surprise. The girl looked remarkably like Harry.

"What year are you in? I'm Hermione Granger by the way."

"Pleased to meet you Hermione, I'm Jasmine Hill and I am going to be in the 5th year," said the new girl politely.

"I'm in the sixth year, but my friend Ginny will be in your dormitory," said Hermione politely, before calling, "Ginny! Come here!"

Ginny came over, glanced at Jasmine and looked puzzled, "What is it 'Mione?" she asked.

"Jasmine here is new, and she is in your year, so I was wondering if you would look after her for a couple of days."

Ginny looked at Jasmine again and noticed a nervous yet nice smile, Ginny offered Jasmine her hand and introduced herself, "Ginny Weasley. My brother, Ron, is Hermione's boyfriend."

"Jasmine Hill," replied Jasmine.

"Why are you joining now, what happened to your last school?" asked Ginny.

"I was sorted in Dumbledore's office about half an hour ago because I was unable to make today's lessons. I missed the plane I was supposed to catch. I have to use planes, as my mum's a muggle. My father died when I was three."

"I'm sorry," offered Hermione as Ginny nodded in agreement.

"Don't be. I'm over it- my father and I were never very close. So where was I? Ah yes. It would be much easier to use a portkey or broom or something but with my mum being a muggle that was out of the question.

" My last school, I didn't have one, I was taught from home as my mum preferred it, she didn't want me to go to boarding school. It has taken me four years to persuade her to let me come to Hogwarts."

"Plane? Why did you need to come on a plane, why not use the Hogwarts Express?" inquired Hermione.

"I live in Spain."

"Wow, really? Funky," exclaimed Ginny, "Let's go up to the dormitory and see if your trunk has arrived." Ginny led the way and Jasmine followed behind admiring the Gryffindor tower as she went. Hermione also headed off to bed, deciding that the book could wait until tomorrow.

The next day at breakfast Ginny introduced Jasmine to her brother and Harry.

"Hey Harry," said Ginny taking the seat beside him at the Gryffindor table.

"Morning sweetie," replied Harry giving her a peck on the cheek. He looked across the table and notice the seat opposite had been taken by a very pretty girl, who looked incredibly like himself.

"This is Jasmine Hill, she's new this term," explained Ginny seeing Harry's puzzled expression.

"Hi," said Harry through a mouthful of toast. He finished his mouthful quickly and said, "I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

"Great to meet you Harry. I take it you are Ginny's boyfriend," answered Jasmine as calmly as she could, this boy had an uncanny resemblance to her.

"Yeah, and this is Ron, my best mate," he said pointing at Ron who was so busy stuffing his face with food that he hadn't noticed Jasmine and Ginny arrive.

Ron gave no sign of recognising Jasmine's presence so Harry elbowed him sharply. Ron looked up and his jaw dropped open, "Hi," he mumbled, "I'm Ron." He offered his hand and she shook it.

"I'm Jasmine. You must be Ginny's brother."

Ron nodded and whispered to Harry, "She looks just like you mate, spooky."

Harry whispered back, "I know!"

"It's rude to whisper," smirked Ginny, watching her brother and Harry.

"Sorry."

"So Harry," asked Jasmine, "You got any brothers or sisters?"

"No, but I bet you knew that already."

"Of course not. Why would I?"

Ginny glanced at Harry in surprise and so did Ron.

"You haven't ever heard of me?" asked Harry slowly.

"No. What a bizarre question."

"Really?" asked Ron quietly.

"Really! Why, should I have heard of you?"

"Well, most people have. I didn't think there was anyone in the wizarding world who hadn't, until I met you."

"Why does everyone know your name?"

Harry exchanged looks with Ron and Ginny. Ron could tell by the look on Harry's face that he did not feel like telling Jasmine about himself and Voldemort. Ron sighed and began to explain.

Sometime later Jasmine had been filled in and she was in complete in awe of Harry, much to Harry's displeasure.

"Wow, that's quite a story Harry," said Jasmine.

"Err…thanks…I suppose."

Ginny glanced at Harry's face and notice how uncomfortable he looked so she decided to change the subject, "Harry, Jasmine lives in Spain, how cool is that?"

"Really? Who are your parents? Are you a pure blood, half blood or muggleborn? Not that I mind," asked Harry inquisitively.

Jasmine smiled, "I live with my adoptive parents, my real parents died when I was baby. My adoptive parents are great. My dad is a wizard and my mum's a muggle. I don't know about my real parents. No-one knows much about them apart from they were killed by Voldemort, and my mother doesn't like me talking about them, as she tries to pretend she is my birth mother. I wish I knew more about my real parents, I'm sure you do too Harry."

Harry looked at her face and their emerald eyes locked, "Yeah," he answered simply.

Jasmine turned her head and looked around the great hall. Lots of students were leaving for their lessons and the tables were almost deserted. She looked thoughtful for a moment before asking, "Ginny, what is our first lesson?"

"Herbology, with Professor Sprout, we'd better go actually."

They said a quick good bye to the two boys and left.

The next week Harry bumped into Mark Evans in the corridor. It suddenly struck Harry that he hadn't apologised to Mark for being awful to him in the autumn term.

Mark walked past Harry after picking up his books that he dropped when they had collided. Harry called after him, "Mark! Wait!"

Mark stopped and turned. He was surprised that Harry was even acknowledging him after the outburst in the autumn. Harry jogged up to him, "Mark, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yelling and swearing at you. I was very stressed and depressed, my godfather had just died," and then he added quietly, "because of me."

Mark saw that Harry looked genuinely sorry so he gave him a quick hug, "It's okay." Mark then went bright red; he had just hugged a sixth former he barely knew. He was only in his first year!

Harry was a bit taken aback from Mark's hug. "Err...Mark, do you think we are cousins?"

"Yeah. I checked with my mum, and she said you were but she hadn't wanted to tell me as she fell out with Aunt Petunia long ago, over Lily. I would have told you earlier but it didn't seem appropriate. I mean you were furious with me, for some unknown reason, you were unconscious for months, and we just had the Easter holidays."

Harry was speechless; he had another cousin, one that understood magic, unlike Dudley! "I can't believe it!"

Mark smiled shyly, Harry was taking the news much better than he was expecting after his reaction at the Sorting.

"Do you want to stay at mine for a bit over the summer? It would be a chance to get to know me and my mum, your Aunt Rose," asked Mark quietly.

Harry considered the offer quickly before replying, "Yes. I'd love too. Thanks Mark. I got to go, see you around?"

"Yeah, bye."

Harry continued down the corridor trying to understand what Mark had just told me. Why hadn't Dumbledore taken him to Mark's house? Why was he dumped at Privet Drive? He knew that he needed to ask Dumbledore why he had kept the fact he had other family secret. Harry hated that the old man never seemed to trust him enough to tell him the truth. It was so frustrating.

That night Harry visited the Owlery, he used the marauders map to avoid being caught by Filch. He creaked open the Owlery door and stepped inside.

"Who's there?" asked a small voice from the far side of the room.

"Lumos," muttered Harry. A light filled the circular room and he spotted the new girl, Jasmine sat by the Owlery window, looking out. "It's Harry...Potter. Why are you here at this time?"

Jasmine did not turn, "I could ask you the same thing."

Harry sighed, "I'm here to send a letter. You?"

"Same. That's what people tend to do when they visit the Owlery," snapped Jasmine.

"Okay! I understand but there is no need to bite my head off!"

"I'm sorry. Who are you writing to?" inquired Jasmine quietly. She turned from the window and looked him in the eyes, "I just sent a letter to my mum."

Harry noticed she had tears in her eyes, and her voice was shaky, "Do you miss her? Do you wish you were in Spain still?"

"No and no. So who are you writing to?"

"You don't give in do you," smiled Harry, "I'm writing to my Aunt Rose. I didn't know she was my aunt until today though. I'm not sure whether my letter is any good, can you give me your opinion?"

Jasmine nodded and Harry began to read,

"Dear Aunt Rose,

I am writing to ask why you never made an effort to get to know me, when you knew I was living in the torturous household of the Dursleys.

I have met Mark and am delighted to have a magical relation, and I was wondering if it would be alright to meet you sometime, and get to know my Aunt.

Harry (Potter)

What do you reckon Jas?"

Jasmine laughed, "It's fine Harry, send it."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and called, "Hedwig!" A beautiful snowy owl flew from the rafters and landed on his arm. Hedwig nipped his finger and stood patiently while Harry tied his letter to her leg. "Bye Hedwig. Deliver it as quickly as possible, and make sure she replies."

Hedwig took off and Harry watched her soar through the window into the fresh summer night's air. He watched until he could no longer see the stunning bird against the dark sky.

Jasmine stood up and headed over the door, where she lent against the door frame.

"Harry, I haven't been honest with you. I miss my parents so much!" sniffed Jasmine before bursting into tears.

Harry walked over to her and hugged her tight, "I miss mine too, even though I don't even remember them."

"Harry, why isn't everyone in this school like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"There is someone, lets say, who isn't particularly pleasant to me."

"What is their name? I might be able to help. What are they saying to you?" asked Harry.

Jasmine looked slightly unsure whether she was ready to tell. Harry smiled encouragingly at her. Jasmine caught his emerald green eyes with her own and felt reassured.

"Pansy Parkinson."

"Ahh, I was expecting you to say Draco Malfoy actually, but I must say Pansy is just as nasty. I'll deal with it, don't worry"

Harry thought for a moment before giving the raven haired girl another hug. Jasmine hugged him tightly, as if she was scared he would disappear if she let go. Harry felt a weird tingling sensation passing through him; he wasn't sure what it was. It made him feel very protective of the girl in his arms.

Jasmine felt very safe in Harry's arms and she too experienced a strange tingling sensation. She hugged him tighter and wished she could stay here forever. No sooner had she wished Harry broke away. Jasmine felt a wave of disappointment sweep through her as she watched Harry turn from her and begin descending the Owlery stairs.

"Wait!" she cried, following him.

Harry stopped and turned. He saw Jasmine running down the steps behind him. Harry realised that the girl wanted him to stay with her, as if she was afraid to remain alone.

"Please wait."

"We should be getting back to the Tower," said Harry, his voice devoid of any emotion, "You coming?"

Jasmine had caught up with him now and was slightly out of breath, "Yes," she panted. The two teenagers began the long and familiar (to Harry anyway) walk to the Gryffindor Tower. Little was said but the silence was not foreboding or uncomfortable. They felt so safe and relaxed in each others company that words did not seem necessary.

A/N - So that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think and click the REVIEW button.

The dancing charm:

Bailar - 'To dance' in Spanish (I couldn't find the latin of dance)

Augere - 'To increase' in Latin.