The Dreamers
Chapter One
A single tear ran down Jasmine's face before she sang a song for her mum and dad's funeral. It was the song her mum used to sing her and her little sister to sleep with. She wiped away the tear and started,
"I will remember you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life, pass you by. Weep not for the memories. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep. And I will remember you. Will you remember me? Don't let your life, pass you by. Weep not for the memories."
She couldn't sing anymore, and her voice cracked. She could hear her mum's voice singing to her, and it was too much to handle. She burst into tears and ran into her uncle's arms. She wiggled her way out of his tight hug and away from the people, the noise and away from her thoughts.
She climbed a tree as high as she could go and cried. She cried her eyes dry. She started hyperventilating and couldn't catch her breath. She fainted and fell off the tree.
Jasmine awoke with tears streaming down her face and was short of air. She sat up in her bed and turned on the light. She had it again, the dream when her parents died and she was all alone. She figured it was because her dad's parents had died when he was a baby, and Jasmine always wondered what it would be like if her parents were dead. She shivered at the thought of it.
She got up and looked in the mirror. Her green eyes were red from crying, and her long, straight, dark brown hair was a mess, but other than that she looked like she always did. She was always told she was an almost exact copy of her mum when she was her age. Unlike her mum, though, Jasmine didn't always have her nose in a book. That hadn't changed throughout the years, and her mum was always urging her to read more.
Jasmine's little sister, Delia, who's six, looked more like their dad. She had thick, jet black hair, medium in length, and also green eyes. She was small for her age, but probably more mature than most.
Both Jasmine's mum and dad worked for the Ministry of Magic, but not at the Ministry. Only they were allowed to use magic, and even though Jasmine was fourteen and accepted to Hogwarts, her parents refused to let her go. Still, every year a letter came, and this year Jasmine was telling her parents it was her choice and she wanted to go. Her only regret about going to Hogwarts was that she'd have to leave Delia here.
She and Delia were about as close as sisters could get. She told Delia everything and vise versa. Wherever Jasmine went, Delia tagged along. Jasmine had taken care of Delia since she was young because her parents worked so much, and they built a tight bond.
Jasmine knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so she didn't even try. She opened her window and went out on the roof to look at the stars, taking a blanket with her. She sat gazing for a while when she heard a tap on the window from the inside. Delia waved from inside and tried to open her window. Jasmine smiled and opened it for her.
"What are you doing up so early?" Jasmine asked softly.
"I don't know." Delia answered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Want to sit with me for a while?" Delia nodded and Jasmine picked her up and wrapped the blanket around the both of them.
"Jassy, are you going to go away to that school?" Delia asked suddenly.
"I want to." Jasmine answered. "Why?"
"I had a dream you went and took me with you. It was huge and beautiful, and when you first get there you ride up on carriages with no horses attached. They move all by themselves. And there's this big huge room with four tables in a row, and one along the back wall, and the food appears magically, and you can see the sky through the ceiling! I wish I could go there." Delia looked at Jasmine with her big, baby eyes and the most serious expression on her face. Jasmine couldn't help laughing, but it was strange she had that same dream only the night before, but a little different.
Delia pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry Delia! I bet Hogwarts looks just like that, and you will go someday. You'll get to see it when you're older." Jasmine soothed.
"I'll see it sooner than that, Jassy, you'll see." Delia looked up at the sky and pointed. "Look, look! It's and owl!"
"Oh yeah, it is. Why is it coming this early?" Jasmine wondered. Delia shrugged.
The owl swooped down and landed right next to Jasmine, and stuck its leg out. Jasmine untied the letter. It was a familiar one. She opened it, it said:
Miss Jasmine Potter,
I am once again inviting you to come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Since this will be fourth year for you, this will be your last invitation. I cannot possibly ask you to come and learn everything when you only have three years, but four years of learning, we can try. Please send back your reply, and do not forget to ask your parents first. Tell your mum and dad I say hello, and tell them I personally would like you to attend. Also, if you can come I ask that you meet me in Diagon Alley to work out some issues.
Sincerely Yours,
Albus Dumbledore
"What does it say?" Delia asked. Jasmine snapped back to reality.
"Come on, Delia, we have to go talk to mum and dad!" Jasmine got up quickly and pushed Delia through the window, and went through herself. She slammed the window shut and ran down the hall. She pounded on her mum and dad's bedroom door.
Delia tugged on her sleeve, and was ignored. So she yelled, "THEY'RE IN THE KITCHEN!!!"
"Shhh! Don't yell!" Jasmine chided, and scrambled to the kitchen. Their mum and dad both looked surprised.
"Good morning girls." their mum welcomed them.
"Morning Mum, Dad. I just received a letter from Dumbledore. He says this will be the last year I can be invited to attend Hogwarts, and I really want to go. It's not fair that you've kept me out of magical schooling for so long, and I have decided I'm going whether you say yes or not!" Jasmine was speaking to her toes the whole time, too nervous to look up at her parents' faces. She waited for their reply.
"We talked about it too, and we think you should go. We, also got a letter, and we're going to meet Dumbledore today at two in Diagon Alley," Dad said.
"We are? Really! This is so cool!" Jasmine was practically jumping up and down.
"Yes, we'll go if you girls go back to sleep for a few more hours, or atleast until the sun is up." Mum pleaded.
"Okay! Thank you!" Jasmine kissed her dad on the cheek, and then her mum. She picked up Delia, twirled her around and carried her back to their room.
She lay awake for a few minutes, but slowly her eyes fluttered and closed. She fell asleep breathing rhythmically in tune with Delia.
It was raining hard, and Jasmine could barely see. She felt someone's hand in hers and looked down at Delia. Delia let go and ran towards a row of carriages that seemed to be moving by themselves. Delia got in the last one and waved for Jasmine to hurry up. Jasmine ran to the carriage and sat next to Delia.
"I told you they move on their own!" Delia exclaimed as the carriage rolled forward to a huge building. Delia pointed at it and said, "That's it! That's Hogwarts!"
The dream blurred and changed.
Jasmine was falling, falling from the tree again. She hit the ground with a hard smack. She heard a scream from the distance and got up.
"Jasmine? Jassy? LET ME GO! JASMINE! HELP!!!" Delia was screaming, and Jasmine shot up like a rocket. She ran towards her little sisters cries. She saw her in the distance; a man was pulling her away, pulling her against all her struggles. She extended her little hand to Jasmine, and Jasmine reached and reached but she couldn't grab it. She wasn't close enough, and the man took her Delia away.
Jasmine woke up and grabbed Delia, who woke up too.
"Don't let them take me, Jassy." she whispered, close to tears.
"Oh, baby, I won't! I won't!" Jasmine pulled Delia into her arms and sang her back to sleep, hoping and wishing for good dreams. She sang herself right back into a dream, but this one was different,
The sky was blue and clear, not a single cloud in sight. The soft grass beneath her was green and the warmth of the sun was nice. It was like heaven on earth. Then there was laughter. Sweet as sugar laughter. Delia's laughter. Jasmine sat up, and looked around for her. She was sitting on the grass playing with a little girl her age, with bright orange hair.
Next to Jasmine was a boy her age who also had orange hair, but it wasn't as bright. He had bright blue eyes though, and smiled at her when she looked at him. She smiled back, and stood up.
Nearby was a lake, a clear lake. She looked at her reflection in the water. She saw the reflection of her and behind her was a boy with white, blonde hair. She turned around fast and almost fell in the water, but he caught her wrist and smirked. She pulled her arm out of his grasp and looked in his silver-gray eyes. He looked at her confused and avoided her gaze. She looked past him and saw with great fear a black sky approaching fast.
She looked for Delia and spotted her playing tag. She ran to her and pointed to the sky. The blackness was coming quicker. She saw fear in Delia's eyes. She grabbed the little girl's hand, and Delia grabbed the other little girl's hand. The two boys followed, giving each other nasty looks.
Jasmine looked for some place they could go a place where they could hide from the darkness, but she couldn't find one. The orange haired boy pointed to little house on a hill. It would mean they had to go to the blackness, but they would be safe after. So that's where they went. Once inside Jasmine looked around.
They were in a deserted building. Delia wouldn't let go of her hand, so she walked around with her. They explored the house together. A while later the sun peeked in through a window, and they all agreed to go outside to see if the black was gone. Jasmine went first, along with Delia. She opened the door and screamed.
They were in the middle of a grave yard. Delia bolted to a grave and started to cry. She laid down on it and refused to get up. It was their Mum's grave, and their Dad's was right next to it.
"No!" Jasmine screamed. This time when she looked at Delia, she was crying.
"Why are all our dreams so bad?" she whispered, her lower lip quivering.
"Do you always have the same dreams as me?" Jasmine asked.
Delia nodded, "That was almost a good dream, but it had to end badly."
Jasmine looked at the clock and gasped, it was almost twelve o'clock. "How'd we sleep that long?" She asked her sister. Delia shrugged, and they got up and dressed quickly.
"Mummy, Daddy, I had a bad dream!" Delia padded down the hallway in her yellow bunny slippers to look for their parents.
Jasmine got dressed and went downstairs to get something to eat. She found Delia sitting on a chair, traces of tears on her cheeks.
Jasmine frowned and looked around, "What's the matter?"
"Mummy and Daddy aren't here." she whispered.
"Did they leave without us?" Jasmine looked around for a note, and found one on the counter. "You silly goose," she said. "It's right here!"
"What does it say?" Delia asked interestedly.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!" Jasmine said as she read.
"What? What 'oh no, no, no'?" Delia tapped Jasmine's shoulder impatiently.
"They did leave without us. Come on though, I think I know how we can get there!" Jasmine said as an idea popped into her head.
She headed to their fire place.
"What are you doing?" Delia asked as Jasmine picked up a pouch from on top of the mantelpiece.
"It's called Floo Powder," Jasmine explained, "You pick up a handful and step into the fire place. Then, you say where you want to go, very clearly, and throw the powder down. I think that's what you do atleast! The only thing is, you have to go by yourself and I have to go by myself. So, do you want to go first, or last?"
"I don't want to go!" Delia whined.
"Come on, please? Mum and Daddy will be there!" Jasmine begged. "We can practice first. Step into the fire place and say 'Diagon Alley' really loud and clear."
"Okay." Delia reluctantly stepped into the fire. "Diagon Alley!"
"Perfect!" Jasmine said. "Now, you do that same thing, but throw this powder down right after you say it. Okay?"
Delia nodded slowly. She took a handful and yelled, "Diagon Alley! Jassy! I don't want to!"
"Come on, Delia, all you have to do now is say it again and throw the powder!"
"Fine!" Delia stomped. "Diagon Alley!" She threw the Floo Powder, and she disappeared.
"Okay, my turn," Jasmine said out loud, but to herself. She took a deep breath and stepped into the fire place. She shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and threw the Floo Powder. She was flying through the air, but too fast to see anything, then, suddenly, she stopped and was in a small, dusty shop with rows of shelves all with little boxes on them. She was in a wand shop!
The first thing she saw was Delia, looking nervously at the fire place. She jumped when Jasmine appeared.
"Are we at the right place? Where's Mummy and Daddy?" Delia asked as she hugged Jasmine.
"I'm not entirely sure. We'll find them though. Come on." Jasmine took Delia's hand and they went out onto the street packed with witches and wizards.
Jasmine saw a robes shop and a wand shop and was looking at a shop that sold owls and other such pets when Delia said excitedly, "Look! It's my friend from our dream!" and released Jasmine's hand and ran into the crowd of people.
"Delia! Come back!" Jasmine pushed through the people after her sister. She saw her tap a little orange haired girl on the shoulder and introduce herself. Well she sure isn't shy! Jasmine thought as she reached her. She spotted the orange haired boy from their dream and a woman and man she assumed were their parents.
"Delia!" Jasmine said out of breath.
"Hi Jassy! This is my friend, Olivia. This is my big sister, Jassy." Delia introduced them.
"Hi." Jasmine smiled.
"Livie, come on. We have to go. Wait who are your friends?" The woman asked, looking at Jasmine.
"Oh! Hi! I'm Jasmine, Jasmine Potter. This is my little sister Delia." Jasmine blushed.
"Did you say Jasmine Potter? Is your mum and dad Hermione and Harry Potter?" the man asked.
"Umm…yes." Jasmine answered politely.
"Well, nice to meet you! I'm Ronald Weasley!" the man said and shook her hand.
"Ron? Mum and Dad talk about you all the time! And your sister, Ginny, too!" Jasmine was really happy to meeting at last the long lost best friend of her parents.
"I'm Ginny." the woman said smiling. "This is my daughter, Olivia, and my son…" she looked around.
"Hey, I'm Sean," the orange haired boy came over and said to Jasmine. Then he extended his hand.
Jasmine looked at it for a second and then shook it lightly. "It's nice to meet you," Jasmine was sure her face was red as a beet. Unlike little Delia, Jasmine was shy when it came to meeting people for the first time.
"Well, where are your mum and dad? I'd very much like to see them again!" Ron exclaimed.
"Actually, sir, I'm not quite sure." Jasmine felt really stupid.
"Don't call me sir, call me Ron, and I'll help you find them." Ron replied.
"Do you know where they're supposed to be?" Ginny asked.
"They're meeting Dumbledore." Delia reported.
"That old guy's still alive?" Ron asked, shocked.
Jasmine laughed and nodded. "Yes."
"Well let's go see if we can find them, shall we?" Ron asked. Jasmine nodded again and they walked into the crowd again. "You know, they'll most likely be in here." Ron pointed to a pub and they went inside.
"Mummy! Daddy!" Delia exclaimed and ran to give them a hug pulling Jasmine along with her.
"Ron? Ginny?" Dad asked. Ron smiled and they hugged, and then Dad hugged Ginny.
"I can't believe it!" Mum said and hugged Ginny and Ron too.
Dumbledore stood up, "Hello Sean! How has your summer been?"
"Good Professor and yours?" Sean answered.
"It's been wonderful. Miss Jasmine! It's nice to finally meet you!" Dumbledore finally saw Jasmine.
"It's nice to meet you too." Jasmine shook his hand; she was getting very tired of introductions and hoped there weren't too many more of Mum and Dad's old friends here.
"So, how did you two get here anyways?" Mum asked suspiciously.
"We went in the fire place! It was so cool! Can we do that to get home, too, Jassy?" Delia asked, hopping on Jasmine's lap as she sat down.
"You used Floo Powder? How did you know how?" Dad asked surprised.
"I've seen you use it, Dad, it wasn't that hard!" Jasmine explained.
"Well, it seems I remember your Dad having a bit of difficulty his first time," Ron said, and told her the story of Harry's first Floo travel.
"Really?" Jasmine asked her dad.
"Yes, really, I didn't do it right the first time. So what." Harry looked away.
"Don't be embarrassed, Harry, it's only your daughter!" Ron said and Harry smacked him.
"Mum, can I go look around? Please?" Jasmine asked.
"Yes, but you little missy, are staying with me," Mum pointed at Delia.
"Thanks Mum! I'll see you later!" Jasmine said and dashed out the door.
She walked down the street on one side, and was coming back up the other side when she saw a boy in the robes shop that looked familiar. Jasmine frowned and looked closer. Sure enough, it was the other boy from her dream, the blonde haired one. Jasmine didn't know she was staring until he came outside.
"I know I'm incredibly handsome, but I don't really know you so…" the blonde boy drifted off.
"Oh!" Jasmine blushed deeply, "I'm so sorry!"
"Interesting name," the boy said.
"Umm…actually, my name is Jasmine Potter," Jasmine was sure she was blushing even more furiously, if that was possible. She took a deep breath to calm down, and was now pink instead of crimson.
"Oh." he gave her a look of distaste she didn't understand at the moment until he said, "I'm Draco Malfoy."
Jasmine's jaw dropped. She could not possibly be having a conversation with her father's enemy from school's son! No way! She swallowed and said, "Oh! Wow! Uh…I really better be going now! Bye!"
"Wait!" Draco grabbed her arm.
"Ow! Let go!" Jasmine said.
"No, I have something to say." he gripped her tighter.
"I don't care what you have to say! I can listen better when you're not trying to pull off my arm!" Jasmine pulled again and he let her go. "Thank you!" She said and smiled falsely, "I'm all ears."
"Tell me, why is it the infamous Harry Potter's daughter doesn't go to Hogwarts?" Draco asked sneeringly.
"I will be going to Hogwarts this year." Jasmine replied in a mocking tone.
He smirked. She was about to walk away when he said, "So, how is having a mudblood for a mother?"
She turned back around, "What did you just say?"
"I said 'How is having a mudblood for a mother?' Wouldn't that make you a mudblood too?" Draco looked at her and, she was guessing, about to smirk, and probably would have if it weren't for her fist slamming into his face.
"Don't you ever talk about me or my family again." she whispered threateningly and walked away, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
Ginny's son, Sean walked up to her with a look of shock on his face. "You just punched Draco Malfoy in the face!" He told her.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Really?" she looked back at Draco. "Oops!"
He looked at her with new found respect, and nodded, "You do know he's going to make this year a living hell for you now, right?"
"Definitely," Jasmine said shaking her head. They both laughed.
"Dumbledore sent me to get you. He said something about talking to you about the dreams you've been having?" Sean shrugged.
"How could he have known that?" Jasmine asked.
"Dumbledore knows everything," Sean said, although he didn't know what she was talking about.
They hurried back to the pub, and Dumbledore led Jasmine and Delia to a room in the back where they could talk privately.
"I know that you two have been having some pretty weird dreams lately, so I want you to tell me as much as you can remember about each of them, and try to fill in any blanks for each other," he said.
"Okay," Jasmine told all of the dreams, and Delia helped with the little bits she'd forgotten. "How did you know about the dreams?" Jasmine asked after.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled and he smiled at her, but didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at Delia and asked, "Would you, my dear, like to come to Hogwarts with your sister?"
Delia's eyes lit up, "Really? Can I?" she asked excitedly.
"If your mum and dad say yes, you may come, but every morning I want you both to write down the dream you had, and give it to your house professor. Okay?"
"Yes! I told you I get to go to Hogwarts with you!" Delia shouted excitedly.
This is all way too weird! I'm going to wake up in my bed in a minute and it will have all been a dream! Jasmine thought, but it wasn't a dream.