Disclaimer: Can't you guess by now? The only thing I own is the plot. Even the characters I've added own themselves. Ha! Life is so unfair sometimes.

A/N: By the way, I'm working on this story, but it will take a little while because I've had to take some standardized tests, and I got braces Irk, it HURTS I do NOT suggest you get them unless your bite is at risk so right now I'm kind of…depressed and moody…so that might be the take on the newer chapters as far as Jazz's attitudes are concerned…Anyway Chapter 6!

A/N: And Haunted Whisper, your wish will be granted, but in due time, ha-ha. Love ya heaps!

ANOTHER A/N: I didn't like this chapter very much…took too long you see…anyway enjoy.

Chapter 6: Explanations

"Are you okay?" Harry asked quietly in fear. "Professor, she's awake." Harry moved without argument and Professor McGonagall's head replaced his in Jazz's view. 'I liked seeing Harry better,' she complained inside her mind.

"I'm fine. Really, my head hurts a bit, so does my, uh - " Jazz paused and looked from Harry to McGonagall and back again with a small smile and finished, "rear." Harry laughed a little, but the relief shown in his eyes the second Jazz said she was OK.

"Granger," Professor McGonagall addressed Jazz in a concerned voice, "Was it," She leaned forward and whispered, "a premonition?" Jazz nodded slightly, aware that students from the class were watching interestedly. McGonagall stood and said in a very strict voice, "Potter; take Granger to the hospital wing. Don't leave her side until Madame Pomfrey is finished with her." McGonagall then turned to the rest of the class and began to teach them.

Jazz sighed dejectedly as Harry helped her to stand up, her knees buckling a bit at first. Jazz apparently stood too fast, because her weight made her begin to fall back towards the marble floor again. Harry caught her by the waist, making an "oomph" noise in the process. Grabbing their bags, Harry and Jazz made their way out of the classroom and down to the first floor. Jazz immediately began to fume.

"I hate this power!" She burst without warning. "What is the point of it if I can't stay as long as I please?" She glanced at Harry as he opened his mouth and said, "Don't answer that." She went on with an angry tone. "I was this close," she made an inch wide space between her index and thumb finger, "to finding a clue. This close!"

"Sorry, but a clue to what?" Harry interrupted. It was clear to him that it was a mistake to do so because Jazz then turned to him with the annoyed look she gave people so often.

"My sister!" Jazz said impatiently. I saw me and my dad and my sister but I don't remember what she looks like! URGH!" She waved her hands in the air with fury and began to speed through the corridor, apparently unaware that classes were still going on.

"Listen, Jazz. Calm down. We need to get you checked up. C'mon." Harry grasped Jazz's forearm and pulled her backwards so she would slow down. "You were out cold for about 2 hours. McGonagall said all we could do was wait for you to wake up and she went on with the lesson. I kept looking to make sure you were okay, and I could tell something good and bad happened. First your face had a smile on it, and your eyes were fluttering. But just before you woke up, you started mumbling something like, 'no, no it can't be.' Or something like that. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I took you to Madame Pomfrey. Do you want to talk about what you saw?"

Jazz opened her mouth to say something, closed it, opened it once more, and then closed it again. "I'll tell you later," she said finally. "My head is really killing me." She pushed away from Harry thinking, 'you'd think he likes grabbing me how much he does. Really, he's cute, but he's a pain in my rear more so than I have now.' About a minute later the two were in the Infirmary where Madame Pomfrey rushed to Harry's side fussing with him.

"Potter," She barked, "what did you do this time? Anything broken? Anything out of place? Did you eat poison from Professor Snape? Toy with a plant in Herbology? You didn't provoke an animal in Care of Magical Creatures again, did you boy? Honestly, don't you know how to stay out of harm's way?"

Harry forced space between himself and Madame Pomfrey and said in an exasperated voice, "Its not me. It's her. Jazz." He pointed over to Jazz, who was busy in a fit of giggles. Harry shot Jazz a mocking look as Madame Pomfrey flocked on to her, pulling on every body part to see what was wrong.

"Miss, miss!" Jazz cried, finally unlatching the tight grip of Madam Pomfrey's and jumping away from her. "Really miss! The only thing that's wrong is my head. I swear!"

Madame Pomfrey made a "humph" sort of noise and walked over to her remedy cabinet. She came back a moment later with a vial and said, "Take this. It should cure a non-magical headache." She mumbled something that sounded like, 'damn troublemakers,' but Harry and Jazz just laughed and walked out after thanking her.

"Alright, so tell me. What all did you see in your premonition?" 'Well, so much for small talk.' Jazz mused to herself. She turned and stopped in the middle of the hall. "C'mon, you can tell me." Harry's eyes seemed brighter than they had been since she first met him. The green didn't seem to ever let worry out of them, Jazz also noticed. 'I wonder why. Can't be because of me, can it?'

She heaved a large sigh, and said, "Look, I don't really want to talk about it. We need to get back to class, don't you think? I bet you anything we've missed something really big too! Might be on a quiz or something next class." Jazz changed positions and started climbing a set of stairs on the way back to Professor McGonagall's classroom. Harry quickly left the spot they were standing in and chased after her.

"Fine, don't trust me." Harry said in a sulky sort of voice. He smiled at Jazz as she twisted her head toward him with a look of deep hurt.

"What?" Jazz questioned. "I never said I didn't trust you!" She watched as Harry leant against the closet wall and crossed his arms across his chest sexily with a disbelieving smirk settled on his face. "It isn't as if I don't trust you, I just don't want to talk about it!" Jazz noticed that her voice had risen as she spoke, and her arms were shaking. Harry now stopped smirking, and was watching without expression as Jazz shouted. "What? You want me to tell that I saw my family with me and that I'm mad because I can't remember any of it? You want to know that I saw someone dead in a classroom here? Is that what you want? IS IT?" Jazz's anger bubbled momentarily, then extinguished, making her feel horrible. The realization of what she just did sunk to the pit of her stomach and she put a hand over her mouth. "I'm – I'm – I'm really sorry, Harry I didn't mean to flip like that on you." She sunk her head low, her eyes closed angrily. "I'm going back to class. I need to get my assignments. See you around." Jazz took off without hesitation, practically flying to Professor McGonagall's classroom.

"Granger, good you returned. I shall give you your assignments and then you may go to your next class." McGonagall told her that she had to write a 3-foot essay on the dangers of teaching yourself to become an animagi without proper help. Jazz, groaning slightly, left Professor McGonagall's room and shuffled her feet on the way to lunch.

Being that she had skipped breakfast, Jazz was now starving and loaded her plate as if she would never eat again. She didn't see Harry while she ate and she couldn't help but think, 'I can't think how he'd react to see me eating like this. I'd be so ashamed. Mom would be too.' Jazz read one of her many books her mother had insisted on buying her before she went off to school while she ate, steadily ignoring how long she was taking.

Finally, Jazz realized that she was about to be late for Advanced Charms and raced out of the Great Hall up the corridors to Professor Flitwick's classroom. All the portraits again were watching her, and she noticed that they seemed different today. She couldn't place her finger on why they were, but the portraits seemed to have more to talk about, and in more serious tones than when they were gossiping about who was dating whom.

"Hello, Professor," Jazz panted as she sank into a seat. Tiny Professor Flitwick was busy with something under a cloak that seemed to be trying to escape it. 'I hope Harry isn't in this class. It'd be horrible if he were, really terrible. Oh sh - ' Just as Jazz thought it, Harry walked in coolly and sat with Ron, who Jazz noticed was sitting at the other side of the classroom, along with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan. Jazz's face began to redden as she caught Harry's eye, but she quickly paled as she readied for Charms. While waiting for the bell to ring, she consulted her schedule for the heck of it. 'Let me see, Transfiguration and Charms today, Arithmacy and Potions on Tuesday, Ancient Runes and History of Magic on Wednesday, Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures on Thursday, and Defense Against the Dark Arts and Occlumency on Friday. Nicely put together schedule, I suppose.' Jazz put it away and waited for the class to start.

Jazz had fun, being the only one in class as usual to perform her charms right the first time. She was the only one that didn't have to write a 2-foot essay on how useful the blooming charm can be. After class Jazz floated over to her room to drop off her things and rest a bit before dinner. Ginny Weasley and Luna dropped by and hung around in Jazz's room until dinner chatting about their first day back. Ginny informed Jazz about her latest happenings with her boy problem and Luna told Jazz how much she really cared about Ron. All the talk about boyfriends and love made Jazz have a sudden urge that didn't leave to vomit. When she expressed this feeling to her friends, they both threw soft plump pillows at her and missed. They all giggled loudly and decided to go off to dinner.

As the three girls walked along the corridor, all still in deep conversation, they caught up with Ron and Neville and Dean, all watching them suspiciously. "Hi Ron!" Luna cried happily. She wrapped her arms around him with a light laugh and then led him away from the group, leading the way into the Great Hall. Jazz and Ginny shrugged and said hello to the remaining boys.

Neville then looked at Ginny with a shy smile and said, "Want to go in?" Ginny, giving Jazz a confused look, agreed and walked in with Neville, asking him how his day was. Now all that was left was Jazz and Dean, who were smiling awkwardly to one another without saying a word.

"Um, Jazz I was wondering, can I ask you something?" Dean's deep voice filled Jazz's ears and she felt something in her without warning. 'He's sort of cute, in a weird way.'

"Didn't you just do that?" She asked teasingly. Dean looked like he had been slapped and, "I'm only teasing." She nodded unsurely, waiting for his question.

"Well, they scheduled a Hogsmeade weekend for next week, and I was wondering if you would, uh, go with me?" Dean's face, though already very dark, seemed to grow rosy red circles as he said this. They both looked up into each other's eyes as if communicating through them, but when Jazz's silver pools met with Dean's muddy watered eyes, they both looked away as fast as possible.

"Um, yeah, alright. I don't see why I wouldn't. I'd love to, Dean." Jazz grinned at him again and then walked into the Great Hall, too excited to eat until she told Ginny and Luna. 'Luna, Dean asked me out!'

'No way!' she replied happily. 'Oh, that's fantastic Jazz! He's cute too! I think Neville has a thing for Gin, don't you?' Luna looked over at the Gryffindor table from the Ravenclaw table, searching for Ginny and Jazz. 'Oy, where'd you go? I can't find you anywhere – Oh, there you are. Surrounded by boys and Ginny.'

'Hey!' Jazz said inside her mind with indignation. 'It isn't my fault! I'm only sitting with Dean and Ginny. Dean isn't even talking to me. He's busy talking Quidditch with the rest of his gang.' Jazz then remembered that she wanted to apologize to Harry, and noticed he wasn't sitting with Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron. "Ron!" She called. "Where's Harry?"

"'E's in 'is room, I fink," Ron said in a muffled voice as he chewed his bite of treacle pudding (A/N: ew). Jazz told him thanks and left thetable before finishing her dinner. Ginny called after her, so did a few other people, but Jazz ignored them as she walked determinedly to Harry's portrait hole. The picture of a very handsome man that looked almost exactly like Harry except for his happy gray eyes and no scar on his forehead let her enter after giving him the password.

"Harry?" She said, not sure if he was in his room or not. "Are you in here?" She gazed around the room at the pictures all bordering his walls. Quite a few of them had Harry and Ron and the other boys in them, making funny faces and such in them. Some of them were beautiful portraits of his parents, who kept waving madly at Jazz. Jazz then spotted a picture of Harry and a girl who seemed very petite next to Harry, holding onto each other happily with a look of love in their eyes. The girl looked oddly familiar, with her short black bob of hair, and cold gray eyes. 'Oh, my God, no way, he didn't go out with - '

"Jazz?" Harry said, making Jazz jump with surprise. "Thought it was you. What do you need?" Jazz didn't understand why Harry was being so nice to her, she wouldn't have been if Harry had done that to her. She then took in the details of Harry. He'd just finished showering apparently, because he had no shirt on, revealing perfectly toned abs and muscles, and a pair of perfectly fitting jeans with a towel wrapped around his neck, his hair falling around his beautiful green eyes messily.

"Uh, um - " Jazz stuttered. She didn't know what to do, seeing as how she'd never seen a body that good looking before. "Yeah," she turned around and started looking at the pictures again, "Listen, I wanted to tell you I was sorry about earlier. I was – er – out of line, really I was. I hope you don't think of me as, I don't know, a bad person." Harry stood behind Jazz for a moment, trying to think about what to do. Finally he smiled at her back and walked up closer to her, standing at her side. "Don't worry about it. How are you since this morning? Any more premonitions?"

Jazz didn't know what to answer. No, she hadn't had any more premonitions, but she didn't think she was better. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to make Harry worry anymore. 'That's all he's done since he met me. I don't want to add to it.' "I'm fine. That medicine really helped. And my tush is perfectly fine as well." Harry gave her a sort of disapproving look before joining Jazz's light and flirty snickers. "Honestly, I am. And I seriously am very sorry about this morning."

"Forget it, okay? It isn't a big deal. I get yelled at all the time."

"Maybe, but not by someone you just met." Jazz wanted to say, 'but not by a friend,' but she didn't know whether or not they were friends.

"Well, okay good point. But like I said, no big deal. We'll just draw a truce between friends, alright?" Harry said pensively. They both grinned at each other with nervousness hiding behind their perfectly straight white teeth. Harry indicated a bright red and gold chair for Jazz to sit in and they sat in awkward silence for 3 minutes. Jazz spoke, shattering the silence.

"We were so happy," She said distractedly, staring at the rich red rug on Harry's floor but not really seeing it. "My dad looked so pleased with my sister and I. She and I looked exactly alike. It was so strange, seeing them. It was like watching a movie, but it was cut too soon, you know?" She sighed heavily, closing her eyes to try to rid the tears. "Then my mom started coming, and I would have seen her, but that stupid fog got in the way…

"When I got transported back here to the castle, it wasn't the way I left it. None of the portraits we have now were there. They were replaced by these ugly pictures of what I think were Death Eaters. And over every doorway there was the Dark Mark, hovering over it teasingly. I didn't want to, but before I could stop myself, I was opening a door, and there was this body, lying in a heap, and I could tell even from a distance they were dead. That's why I was saying that 'oh no, please no,' stuff." After Jazz's statement all Harry could do was sit there, almost numb by knowing what Jazz went through.

Harry broke the glass-like silence when he said "She was my girlfriend, for about 2 years."

Jazz was so caught off guard it took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. "Oh, the picture? Wow, that's a long time. You must care deeply about one another, eh?" Harry's eyes darkened and Jazz realized the mistake she had made.

"I did. She cheated on me. I caught her on our second year anniversary. Making out with some seventh year Slytherin." Harry grabbed a piece of parchment that was on a nearby table and crushed it within his left hand.

Jazz watched him with more nervousness than when she first came in to talk to him. 'I shouldn't have been looking at that picture. I've made him angry.' "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring bad memories back to you. I feel worse now." Jazz let her head fall into her hands, and she yelled at herself within her mind until Harry lifted her head with 2 fingers beneath her chin.

"It isn't your fault she cheated on me, Jazz. It was her choice. I'm fine. I had all summer to deal with it. Besides, there is more beauty at this school than her." Harry gave Jazz a meaningful stare in which confusion littered Jazz's eyes as she returned it. Harry then started in, coming closer, and closer, ignoring the pleading in Jazz's mind to let them get to know one another better. Finally his lips were no more than an inch away from Jazz's full red lips and he moved to close the gap –

"So, when do Quidditch practices start?" Jazz turned her head away from him and slid away from her seat, walking around Harry's room and admiring his fine collections of Quidditch souvenirs. Harry fell forward, groaning into the cushion of the seat Jazz just vacated, making Jazz turn round to watch. "Um, Harry? You okay?"

"Yeah," came the muffled reply of Harry's husky voice. "I'm fine." He pulled away from the seat and crossed his room over to Jazz again, watching her with her look of annoyance that she often possessed. "I think we start in October. It's going to be good this year, I think. We've won the Quidditch Cup every year, why not this one?"

"Yeah, and now you've got me." She smiled playfully and winked as Harry caught her eye. "We're bound to win this year though, I remember them telling me that you're going to be Team Captain, and you're possibly the best Quidditch player I've ever seen."

"Yeah? Thanks," Harry muttered.

"So," Jazz said, trying to break the steady silence between her self and Harry, "what did you think of the first day back?" Jazz felt a large amount of stupidity place itself inside her chest, but she absent-mindedly brushed it away.

"Oh, well, it was the first day back," Harry answered with a shrug. He shot Jazz a cheeky grin and added, "Everything was normal, well, except people kept telling me to put my Head Boy badge on. That got old, fast."

Jazz snickered at Harry's remark and declared, "Yeah, that didn't happen to me. My friends kept badgering me to "get the Head Boy's autograph" for them, though. You're quite famous among the people at this school, you know?"

Harry heaved a sigh as they made a right turn down a corridor that wasn't leading to the Great Hall. "I don't see why. Never have. Just because of a stupid scar on my head - "

"It isn't that that gets people to admire you Harry. Or at least, not that alone." Jazz stopped in the middle of the hallway and put her hand on Harry's arm, signally for him to stop too. She gazed into his closed off Emerald eyes, so very tempted to do something, hug him, hold him, something to comfort him. Harry's eyebrows raised as if to challenge, "oh yeah? What is that?" they seemed to say. "You're fantastic at flying, you're good in your classes, and you've outsmarted the so-called 'most powerful wizard.' Tell me that isn't something to be proud of." Jazz watched as Harry's cheeks began to turn pink, and he ducked his head away from her as soon as he felt the blush coming.

"Well, okay. I just don't see why someone would want to admire me. And by the way, I suck in Potions. Or at least, if you saw my grades, you'd think so. If you read my papers or watched me make my potions, you might think otherwise."

Jazz knew what Harry meant, and looked over at his clock. "Well, I've got homework, so I'll just leave you so you can go get a bite to eat."

"Want to go with me? I was just going to go to the kitchens and smuggle a plate or two of food in." Harry's eyes glinted mischievously and Jazz couldn't help but accept. They left Harry's room and traveled down to the kitchens, the entire time both of them thinking, 'I'm going to like this year.'

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