Chapter 9
The Day After….

When Jamie had woken up the next morning, she had found herself still wearing her school robes. She hadn't had the energy the previous night to change into her pajamas. After her fight with Romeo, she had spent most of the day Saturday cooped up in her dormitory. When she wasn't crying or deciding whether her secret relationship with Romeo was worth all the trouble she was having, she was trying to find the spell in her schoolbooks that would lock her door so even Alohomora wouldn't work. After failing miserably, she shut the curtains around her bed, hoping it would keep unwanted company out. It didn't work. It led to the one argument with Jane that could have seriously ruined Jamie's relationship with Romeo, as well as could have stopped Jane from ever talking to Jamie again…

Jamie was laying in her bed focusing on a fly that was roaming around the top of her four-poster bed when she heard a door slam that had scared the fly away. Jamie sighed deeply, rolled her eyes, and turned her head toward the wall.

"Jamie… Jamie!" Jane's voice rang through the room, "Would you please talk to me? I want to know what is wrong."

"Shouldn't you be spending time with Joseph?" Jamie said, her voice a bit hoarse, "I hear the Room of Requirement is empty!"

"I want to spend time with you, Jamie," said Jane, "I haven't been able to have a decent conversation with you these past few days. You seem to be troubled."

"Troubled?" Jamie said, "Yeah, that's the right word for it."

"Well," said Jane, "If you are, don't you want to at least talk about it?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now, Jane," said Jamie, "I think I have done enough talking for today. I do anymore, and I will explode. If I want to talk to anyone today, I will talk to myself. It seems like I am the only one who doesn't make me feel like crud."

"Come on, Jamie," said Jane.

Jamie sighed deeply again. She sat up and opened the curtains. Jane was sitting on her own bed.

"You look terrible, you know," said Jane, "Crying doesn't do you well. What are you so upset about anyway?"

"I can't tell you," said Jamie, "It is just something I have to deal with."

"Does it have to do with that dream you didn't want to tell me about either?" Jane asked.

"I already have to tell McGonagall about this dream I had," said Jamie, "So I am sure you will hear it before long. I was stupid enough to open my big mouth…"

"You are not stupid, Jamie," said Jane.

"I don't know what the deal is with people wanting to know about the dream I had," said Jamie, her fury reaching it's peak, "Just because my father had a lot of dreams that turned out to be real, doesn't mean my dreams are going to be real! And now Professor McGonagall and Lupin are making a big deal about it just because they are afraid that another one of my father's genes had shown up in me!"

"Well, did you tell anyone about your dream?" said Jane, "Maybe it sounded good enough to be real."

"I told Professor Lupin about my dream," said Jamie, "Well… I didn't tell him everything about it. I chose not to tell him everything about, because if I told him the truth, then it would just lead to somewhere I don't want it to lead!"

"Lead to where, Jamie?" said Jane, "I am confused. I know nothing about this dream and it's making me worry even more."

"Don't worry," said Jamie, "I didn't have a dream about the end of the world! Besides, like I said, you will probably know everything about it. Anytime something like this comes up, every wizard witch and ghost in Hogwarts knows about it sooner or later!"

Jamie began to cry again.

"And that is just the thing I don't want to happen," Jamie said, laying her head back down on the pillow. She then faced the wall again. She hated for people to see her cry.

"I really want to help," said Jane, "But…"

"Just… leave me alone right now," said Jamie, "I need some time to think."

Jamie wondered if Jane was going to respond, but instead she heard movement and the door slam.

Jamie didn't know how long she was going to be able to keep her relationship with Romeo Malfoy secret. Then she wondered if she had even still had a relationship with Romeo anymore. That fight down by the lake really might have reached the limits. But even while she was thinking this, Jamie knew that there could be a chance that Romeo was trying to find some way of apologizing to her. Even one of those annoying cologne-scented letters might have cheered her up a little. Jamie sat up and listened for a pecking noise outside the window, thinking that Romeo was thinking the same thing she was. But instead, Jamie heard something else. Something she really didn't need right now.

"Jamie?" said Alice's voice from the other side of her curtains, "Some of the Quidditch players were wanting to know when your first practice was going to take place. What should I tell them?"

"Quidditch… oh man," said Jamie. Jamie had so much on her mind, she had forgotten about Quidditch, "Tell them… tell them that I will try to get the field for Gryffindor next Saturday."

"All right," said Alice, "Hey, Jamie? Uh… I also wanted to know if you were feeling okay. I haven't talked to you since yesterday and you seemed pretty upset."

"I am fine right now, Alice," said Jamie, "I will be down in the Common Room in a little bit."

"All right," said Alice.

When Jamie heard the door open and shut again, she opened her curtains and stood up. She walked over to her trunk and opened it, then looked into the mirror that was attached the back of the lid and looked at herself. Jane was right… crying didn't do her well at all. As Jamie gazed into the mirror at her reflection, she decided that she was being stupid. She had never been known to act this way… it just wasn't her. But then again, she never had this many thoughts in her mind. And she never was this close to the point where she would have to tell her friends about her relationship with Romeo Malfoy, the boy she was supposed to loathe because he was a Malfoy.

The meeting with McGonagall was drawing nearer with each moment that was going by. Jamie was dreading this meeting and she knew that this would be the point in which her relationship with Romeo would most likely be revealed. What would her friends say about this? What if her father heard? How would he react? Jamie was raised to believe that the Malfoy family was one of the worst wizarding families to roam the Earth, and here she was… in love with a Malfoy!

"Oh, what am I going to do?" Jamie said to herself, as she sat back down on her bed.

Run away, said the voice in Jamie's head.

"I am not running away from my problems!" Jamie said, "I am a Gryffindor. I am supposed to be brave. And besides… Hogwarts is like a second home to me."

Then you will have to just live with the fact that your family and friends are going to know about your relationship with Romeo, the voice said.

Jamie knew this was true, but it was something she was going to have to do.

Suddenly, a noise coming from the window interrupted Jamie's thoughts. Jamie turned around and saw Romeo's owl standing on the window sill. Jamie hopped up quickly and walked over to the window. She opened the window and let the owl in. Jamie quickly untied the letter from the owl's leg and unfolded the parchment. She began to read the letter:

Dear Jamie,

I know you were probably expecting a letter from me sooner than this, but I had a lot on my mind. I thought about what happened down at the lake yesterday, and I wanted to apologize for my actions. Sometimes I am just scared about what might happen to you, and it makes me do things I sometimes can't control. For example, my Legillimency. I am sorry for reading your mind without your permission and I will say I fully agree with your response to it.

One of the reasons I wrote this letter is because I wanted to say what I didn't get to say yesterday. I wanted to know if you were in any kind of trouble. I saw you talking to McGonagall, and I thought something bad might have happened. I really hope you aren't in any kind of trouble.

I have also been thinking about what you told me about your dream, and I have to say I am a bit surprised with your reaction. It was just a dream, Jamie. A silly dream, nothing more. You may be your father's daughter, but you don't have to be scared every time you have a dream that seems real. If you want to know my opinion, I think that the only reason you had this dream was because of the fact that you do care for me. All the dream did for you was confirm it.

I really want to see you again, Jamie. I hope we can talk to each other without having another fight. I know you are really upset and probably have a lot of things on your mind, so you do not have to answer me right away. I just wanted you to know that I do still care for you. So what if we have to keep this thing secret. It is actually kind of silly in my opinion. Our fathers' hatred for one another doesn't mean it has to affect us. Remember that, Jamie. I know that that is what you are afraid of.

When you are up to it, please talk to me again.

Romeo

Jamie smiled a bit after she finished the letter. It was a strange letter, but it was what she needed.

"Thanks, you may go now," Jamie told the owl.

The owl flew off and Jamie closed the window. Jamie didn't know whether she wanted to respond to the letter or not, so she decided she should just get dressed and go down to the common room.
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When Jamie reached the bottom of the stairs, Jane walked over to her.

"How are you feeling?" Jane asked Jamie.

"A little bit better, I guess," Jamie said.

"You look hungry, let's go down to the Great Hall," Jane said, "We can meet Joseph down there. His Head Boy shift is almost over."

Jamie agreed to go down to the Great Hall, so she followed Jane out of the portrait hole and walked downstairs. When they arrived in the Great Hall, Jamie saw Romeo sitting with his friends at the Slytherin table. Romeo looked up at her and smirked. Jamie did a small smirk in reply and sat down with Jane at the Gryffindor table. She grabbed some biscuits, put them on her plate, and poured some of the white gravy over them. As she put the pitcher back, she saw Professor McGonagall talking to Professor Lupin at the Professor's table.

You know they are talking about you, the voice in Jamie's head said, Of course you do. Twenty-four hours ago you started the conversation with them that is going to ruin your whole relationship with Romeo, and you know it. It's just something you will have to deal with. Your secret was going to come out sometime.

Jamie didn't really care that Professors McGonagall or Lupin were going to know that she was going out with Romeo Malfoy. Her biggest worry was that they would tell her father. They were personal friends with her father and wouldn't pass a chance like this to tell him something about his daughter.

"Jamie, are you sure you are feeling okay?" Jane asked her.

"Yeah," lied Jamie.

"Jamie, I heard about the meeting you are going to be having with Professor McGonagall and Lupin," said Jane.

CLANK! Jamie's fork fell onto her plate.

"What?" Jamie said, "Who told you?"

"Jamie, my boyfriend is the son of Professor Lupin, remember?" Jane said, "And Professor Lupin tells Joseph anything."

"H-how much do you know?" Jamie asked.

"Just that you wanted to use your father's Pensieve," said Jane.

Jamie sighed deeply. Jane didn't know about the dream.

"So it's true?" Jane asked.

"Yeah, it's true," Jamie said. It was no use lying now.

"But why?" Jane asked, "You never wanted to use that old thing before."

"There's a lot going on in my mind right now," Jamie said, "That is what a Pensieve is used for, right? To clear your mind… that is what I need it for. And… er… it is in McGonagall's office, so I have to go up there. I guess you can call it a meeting…"

"Then why is Lupin going to be there?" Jane asked.

"He… er… listened into my conversation with McGonagall and said he wanted to be there," Jamie said.

"Oh…" Jane said.

Jamie knew Jane didn't believe her, but she didn't care. The longer Jane didn't know about Jamie's secret, the better.

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Before Jamie knew it, it was time to go to McGonagall's office. Jamie walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room and headed for the Headmistress' office which was on the same floor. She arrived at the statues of gargoyles outside the office and stood before them. She muttered the password ("Bumblebee!") and the statues sprung to life and moved out of the way. Jamie walked to the stairwell and headed for the Office. Jamie was about to knock on the door when she heard a conversation.

"It will be about time for Miss Potter to be here," one voice said, "Should I go get our other guest?"

"Other guest?" Jamie mouthed silently.

"Yeah, he should be home," the other voice said. Jamie recognized this voice. It was Professor McGonagall.

"I will go get him then," the first voice said.

Jamie heard footsteps and backed away. The door opened and Professor Lupin was standing in the door way.

"Oh, Jamie," he said, "You are here… good. Please come on in."

Jamie nodded and walked into the office. Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk. The Pensieve was resting on the desk, it's glow reflecting on McGonagall's face.

"I shall be back soon," Professor Lupin said, more to Professor McGonagall then Jamie.

Professor Lupin left the office. Jamie walked towards the desk silently and sat down in one of empty chairs. Jamie noticed the two other empty chairs next to hers. She looked up at McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall?" Jamie said, "Er… who else is going to be here for this meeting."

"Oh, Professor Lupin, of course," McGonagall said, "And one other person."

"Who?" Jamie asked.

"You will find out very soon," McGonagall said, "Now, I expect you know why we are having this meeting tonight."

"Yeah," Jamie said, "I er… wanted to use the Pensieve."

McGonagall smiled and looked down at the large bowl.

"This Pensieve is, of course, owned by your father," McGonagall said, "But it was once owned by a very dear friend of mine."

"Albus Dumbledore," said Jamie, "Yes, I know."

"Would you like to meet him?" McGonagall asked.

"Meet him?" Jamie said, unsure of what McGonagall was asking.

"In a way, yes," McGonagall said, "His painting, like every other headmaster and headmistress that was once the head of Hogwarts, is in this room."

McGonagall looked away from Jamie and looked up at a painting. Jamie followed her gaze. Albus Dumbledore was asleep in his chair, the tip of his hat blowing in the breeze of his snores. McGonagall stood up and walked over to the painting.

"Albus? Albus?" McGonagall said, a little loudly.

"Uh… huh? Oh?" Dumbledore's painting said, groggily, "Minerva, how are you this fine evening?"

"I am fine, Albus," McGonagall said, "I have someone in my office here that wants to meet you."

McGonagall turned back to Jamie.

"Miss Potter?" McGonagall said, "Can you come here?"

"Potter?" Dumbledore said, a little sleepily, "Potter?"

"Yes Albus," McGonagall said to Dumbledore's painting, "This is Jamie. She is Harry Potter's daughter."

"Well… this is an honor," Dumbledore said, his attention turning to Jamie.

"Please, Professor Dumbledore," Jamie said, "The honor is all mine. I have heard so much about you."

"Oh, I am about to blush," said Dumbledore.

"Jamie is here because she wanted to use your old Pensieve," McGonagall said.

"Really?" Dumbledore said, "That… that's nice."

"Yes," said McGonagall, "She…"

Suddenly, the front door opened and Professor Lupin walked back into the room.

"Ah, Professor Lupin," McGonagall said, "I trust you have contacted our guest."

"Of course," Professor Lupin said, "He should be arriving into this office by Floo Powder any minute now."

Suddenly the fire turned green. Black soot surrounded the fireplace. A minute later a voice was heard.

"Oh… oh, I never liked Floo Powder," said a voice, coughing, "I don't know why."

The owner of the voice walked out of the soot. Jamie gasped in shock at the sight of the man. It was Harry Potter.

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Yay... Cliffhanger! All right, I am sorry it took a little long to post... And I didn't exactly write everything I wanted in one chapter because that would make this chapter EVEN LONGER!

I would love more feedback. I enjoy reading it...