Chapter 10

Dumbledore's Plea

Jamie hadn't showed up for classes during the next couple of days. Harry guessed it was because now everyone in the school knew about her horrible past, and Harry even heard people telling others that she was Dumbledore's granddaughter. He even tried going up to Jamie's room when no one was looking to apologize, but it seemed like she changed the password because the door would never open. Harry, himself, felt so consumed with guilt that he felt irritated whenever he heard someone talking about her.

"Can you believe that her step-father abused her?" he heard Parvati say to Lavender.

"I know! Did you see her mother's body all cut-"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled at them and they flinched in fear. "God damn, just stop talking about her! It's bad enough that her past was horrible, why you trying to ruin her present?"

He remembered at dinner time, the day the class saw the mirror, Hermione was talking about her.

"She really has a nice voice," she said smiling a little. "I've always wanted to sing, but I can't." Ron laughed as she said this. "Oh shut up Ron, I'd love to see you try," which shut him up.

Harry tried to remember what her voice sounded like. He couldn't remember it exactly, but he remember that it sounded like an angel, so peaceful and calm. On Friday, Ginny joined them for lunch.

"What's every one talking about?" Ron asked looking around.

"Oh," Ginny said, "didn't you guys hear? Jamie has finally come out from where ever she sleeps. Yep, I saw her in the bathroom today."

"Was she crying?" Hermione asked.

"No, she just looked sad." After lunch, Harry saw Jamie before Divination.

"Jamie! Wait up!" He finally caught up with her and grabbed her arm. "Jamie, look at me."

When she finally did, he began to talk. "We need to talk."

"I don't think I'm good enough to talk to you Harry, seeing as if I don't understand anything," she said trying to release the grip he had on her arm.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said Jamie, I was just mad."

"Well so am I," she said and then she left. Harry sighed, not knowing what to do.

"Harry, don't worry about it," Ron said. "The way I see it, is that she'll come to you when she's ready."

On Saturday, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had practice. It was a long practice, and Harry wasn't focusing.

"It's alright Harry," said Ginny after the practice, "you'll do better next time." Harry just nodded when Ron nudged him towards the benches. Harry looked and saw Jamie sitting, looking out towards the sky.

"I'll meet you at dinner," Harry said Ron who nodded. Harry walked up the benches towards Jamie, and stopped and sat down next to her.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"What are doing out here?"

"I was waiting for you." Jamie replied playing with her scarf.

"For me?"

"I was hoping you still wanted to talk."

"Sure," Harry answered, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about what you saw in that mirror," Jamie said quietly.

"Look, you don't have to talk about-"

"Yes I do, Harry," Jamie said cutting him off.

"Why?"

"Because..." Jamie started, "I might know you a little better than you think. And I don't want you waking up one morning thinking if you've known everything about me you might have done or said something different." She took a deep breath and began.

"My mother, as you know, is Dumbledore's daughter. My mother, I guess she was afraid of being a witch since she had these telekinetic powers that she had no control over. She really freaked out the time she accidentally killed her mother because she was angry at her, and then all these knives flew about all over the place. So, she left a note to Dumbledore saying that she did one last spell to take out all her magic, and that she was leaving the country. She met my father, who was a muggle, and they bought a house in California. Then they had my brother and me, and we were all really close.

The trouble started happening when I was eight. I don't remember much, but you saw what happened through the mirror. My mother was in Sacramento on a business trip, and my brother and I were home with out dad. It was way past our bedtime when we heard poundings on the door. My dad looked out the window and saw people in hooded figures and thought they were trying to break in. So he told my brother and me o hide under our beds, and he took my brother's baseball bat with him. I followed him because I didn't want him to get hurt, and I saw him die through the closet. All I remember was my father just screaming in pain, while the Death Eaters were laughing.

Then the police came around the same time my mom did, and she knew the people that attacked him were Death Eaters and that they tracked us down."

"Why were they tracking you guys down?" Harry asked.

"Because we were related to Dumbledore. And the only way to hurt Dumbledore is to hurt the ones he loves. I met Dumbledore actually a couple of times as a child, but he would only stay for a day then leave. Anyways, so then we moved to Capeside, in Jersey. My mother married again to a priest in our church. I thought he was a nice man, but Bri, my older brother, thought something was off about him. Things were alright after they got married, and I guess it was about a couple of months later when trouble found us again. Except this time it wasn't Death Eaters, it was a person living in our house. He started acting weird, like he would have a different personality in front of my mother and brother than when he was with me. I remember one night I wanted to sleep in my mother's bed because I had a nightmare, and I woke up and saw him looking at me. I guess my mom left for work, and he...well you know," Jamie said quietly.

"Was that the first time he...did that?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I was about to turn nine," she answered and Harry shook his head. "Anyways, he told me that if I told anyone he would kill my brother and mother. So, it went on for awhile, and the beatings got worse too. I would have to make excuses all the time for my bruises. It was only after awhile that my brother caught on, and I told him not to tell anyone. And on his graduation, he got grounded for yelling at him, and I encouraged him to go a concert with me."

Harry then noticed that there were tears in her eyes.

"We got there fine and all, and we were singing in the car on the way back, when all the sudden a drunk driver hit our car. I remember I woke up in the hospital, and I asked my mother where he was, and she said he was gone." Jamie had tears running down her cheeks.

"So, it was after the funeral and everything, that I stopped playing that guitar. My step-father kept telling me that it was all my fault, that it was me who killed him. And sometimes, I think he's right."

"No, Jamie. That wasn't your fault," Harry said.

"No, it was. I convinced him to go. If it wasn't for me, I mean, I could have prevented it." It was just then that Harry could see how much he and Jamie were alike. That he realized that Jamie wanted to tell him this so he could hear how crazy he was to blame himself for the death of Sirius.

"So, what happened next?" Harry said quietly.

"My mother wanted to break up with my step-father because she didn't really love him. And I guess he thought that I told my mother about what he did to me. I remember, I yelled at my mother one day. It was because she said she couldn't make it to my music competition. I didn't win that day anyways. I think that I would of done better if she were there. So anyways, I remember the exact last words I said to her was 'I hate you'. So, when I came home..."

"You saw her in the bathroom," Harry answered, and Jamie nodded closing her eyes.

"Oh god Harry, there was blood everywhere. And then I saw him and he came after me. So I hid in the closet, and I remember him finding me and he threw a vase and it smashed my head. He then kicked my rib, and then I thought I was going to die. I saw...a white light, and I thought I heard a calming voice, and I knew that I did die. But then, I woke up, and I saw Dumbledore. He saved my life, and he put a spell on me so that I could come back to life."

"So, is that when you came here?" Jamie nodded.

"It was only last summer when Dumbledore told me about this music school, and he made me go since he wanted me to sing again."

"Why did you stop?"

"Singing made me happy. I didn't deserve to be happy."

"So did you sing at the music school?"

"Not in a solo, but in a group, but it wasn't the same. It was there when I first met Michael Corner."

"You met Michael Corner in a music school?" Harry asked smiling a little, trying to picture Michael singing.

"Yeah, he actually wasn't hat bad. We went out for a while, until I saw him kissing another girl there. And I wrote to Dumbledore what happened saying that I wanted to come back, and he let me."

"Did you know Michael went to school here?"

"Yeah, which is probably why you always see us arguing." Harry smiled again, and looked down.

"So Harry, do you see what I mean? You can't blame yourself for Sirius death, it will only kill you inside."

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asked looking up, and Jamie nodded.

"Why do you have your own room?"

"Oh," Jamie said taken back a little, "Dumbledore just wanted to make me feel more at home, so he gave me my own room." Harry looked at Jamie.

"Jamie I'm really sorry about what I said to you that day. I'm sorry about your brother...your parents. It's kind of like my parents." Jamie sighed.

"All parents damage their children Harry. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, other crack, a few shatter childhoods, like ours, into jagged little pieces, that are beyond repair."

"Its just that, my parents sacrificed themselves for me and..." Harry said not knowing what else to say.

"Don't be ashamed of sacrifice Harry. If people stop sacrificing for one another, they lose what keeps them human. You shouldn't think about what you lost...think about what you've gained." Harry looked at Jamie, then smiled.

"Come on, lets head back, its getting cold."

"Besides," Jamie said smiling too, "you need a shower, you stink." Together they walked towards the school.

The next day, Harry, Jamie, and Ron decided to finish their homework. No matter how many times they went through the hallways, people were always whispering and pointing at Jamie.

"Don't worry," Harry said to her, "you get used to people talking behind your back."

"No! I told you I won't do it!" Came Hermione's voice as she walked down the stairs with Parvati right behind her.

"Come on Hermione, I won't ask you anything personal!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Oh!" Parvati said looking at Harry. "My dad bought me and my sister Padma this video camera as a birthday present. And I asked Dumbledore and he said that its ok if I interview people from our class."

"Why?" Jamie asked.

"So, when its our graduation, we can all watch it," Parvati said.

"So, you wouldn't see it until graduation?" Jamie asked.

"Nope, want me to interview you Jamie?" Jamie didn't answer, but Ron reclined.

"That's a dumb idea, your just going to make graduation more long and boring." Parvati looked offended, and walked off, asking other people to be interviewed.

"Hey Harry," Ron said as Hermione sat down. "There's a new broomstick out, did you know?"

"No," Harry said looking excited. Ron showed him the magazine. There was a picture of a fine broom.

"The Aviator?" Jamie said.

"It says its faster than a Firebolt," Ron said.

"Well, Harry doesn't need another broomstick," Hermione said, "and besides, look at the price." Harry looked at the price which made his stomach drop.

"Twenty-five Galleons?" Harry read. "I think I'll stick to my Firebolt." Just then Ginny came in and looked pleased.

"Harry, Dumbledore wants to see you!" She said cheerfully. Harry looked at Jamie who shrugged. Harry walked towards Dumbledore's office thinking of what he wanted. He found Dumbledore sitting in his chair patting Fawkes.

"Ah, Harry, glad you could make it," he said cheerfully.

"You wanted me sir?"

"Yes, yes. Have a seat Harry." Harry took a seat opposite of him. "I wanted to talk to you about Jamie."

"Jamie?" Harry said confused.

"Yes, as you see as you know, and as the whole school knows, Jamie is my granddaughter."

"Sir, I already know-"

"And Jamie told me," Dumbledore said cutting him off, "that she told you everything about her past."

"Yes sir." Dumbledore then walked around his office and sighed.

"She really is a special girl," there was sadness in his voice which made Harry turn to look at him. "She has the ability to look at people the way they are, and forgets about their disabilities or differences." Dumbledore turned to look at Harry. "She is just like her mother, Anna. With that little time Anna spent here at Hogwarts, she had a very close friend, they were inseparable." Dumbledore walked towards Harry. "Can you guess who Harry?"

Harry thought about it, and then looked up.

"My mother?" Dumbledore nodded.

"Yes, they were very close. When Anna left, she took a part of your mother with her. And might I add, a part of Sirius Black too." Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.

"You mean Sirius liked Anna?"

"Yes, but never acted on his feelings, so Anna never knew."

"Do you miss her?"

"Everyday, Harry, everyday. Which is why I wanted to ask you a favor." Harry nodded.

"As you know, Jamie, like her mother used to sing. I would appreciate very much if you could convince her to sing again."

"I don't think I'm the right person sir."

"No, Harry, you are the exact person."

"Why me?"

"Because, I believe you and Jamie have more in common than you know." Harry looked at Dumbledore.

"Sir, I would never sing in public or anything," which made Dumbledore laugh.

"No, maybe your talents aren't the same, but both of you know what it takes to be someones friend."

"Alright," Harry said.

The first trip to Hogsmade was on the same week.

"Great," said Ron, "we can look at that new broomstick Harry!" Harry asked Jamie if she was going.

"I don't know yet, I haven't decided." On Monday, before Potions, Harry was walking with his friends when he was stopped by a voice.

"Harry!" Harry turned and saw Cho Chang running up to him. "I was wondering if you would want to go to Hogsmade with me this weekend?"

"Oh," said Harry looking around, "um...sure I guess."

"Great!" She said and kissed him on the cheek and ran off.

"Jamie!" Came a voice, and Harry turned. Michael Corner was walking towards her.

"What do you want Corner?"

"Jamie I want to talk with you."

"About what?"

"About what happened."

"I don't want to talk to you," she said angrly, and was about to leave but Michael grabbed her arm.

"Jamie, I'm trying here ok? Maybe...maybe I miss spending time with you. Maybe you inspire me."

"Sounds like bull."

"Which part?" He narrowed his eyes.

"All of it!"

"Well it's not."

"Prove it." She tried to move away, but she couldn't. "Let me go!" She shouted.

"No!"

"Ow, your hurting me! Let me-" But she didn't get to finish since Harry punched Michael in the face.

"Potter!" Came Snape's voice. "Detention! Or better yet, you'll be spending Saturday here at Hogwarts," he said with a smile on his face. Harry's face fell, and silently walked into the classroom. The day seemed to go by slowly for Harry, and he wasn't even hungry at dinner.

"You'll still come, won't you Harry? You know with the cloak."

"Probably not, since Snape will be checking every five minutes if I'm here."

When they entered the Common Room, there were people crowded around a billboard which posted all updates.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Ginny.

"Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnagin, and Jack Sloper are in a band, and they're looking for a singer and song writer."

"And all these people are willing to join?" Ron asked, half the people were girls.

"Well yeah, they been practicing all summer."

"How come me and Harry haven't heard them, we share the same dormitory!"

"They practice in Jack's, its larger. Anyways they're holding auditions next week for anyone who's interested, and they have to sing in front of them."

"Why are are telling me all of this, I'm not singing," Ron said looking disgusted.

"Because, we'll be doing it right in the Common Room idiot, so everyone will probably hear whether you like it or not." Harry looked at Jamie then remembered what Dumbledore said.

"Jamie! You should audition." Jamie looked at him startled.

"Me? No way," she said.

"Why not?"

"I told you, Harry, I just don't like singing anymore."

"You said it made you happy. Besides isn't what your mother and brother would have wanted." Jamie looked skeptical, "I'll think about it."

Saturday seemed to come by to fast for Harry as he waved Ron, Hermione, and Ginny good-bye. He entered the Common Room, and sat in a chair.

"So, how did Cho take it when you said that you couldn't go?" Came a voice. Harry looked around.

"Jamie? What are you doing here?"

"I've decided to stay."

"Why?"

"Because," she said smiling, "I didn't want to come back and see you bored to death."

"So what do you want to do?" Harry asked.

"Want to come in my room and have me beat you at Play Station?" Harry looked at Jamie and smiled.

"Sure, but I'll doubt you'll win."

Harry spent the afternoon in Jamie's room, watching T.V., movies, listening to music, and going on her computer. He saw her guitar lying out.

"Were you playing with that?" he asked.

"Not really, just looking at it I guess. Want to learn how to play?"

"Sure," said Harry. They spent an hour learning how to play.

"Your pretty good, Harry!"

"Thanks." Harry then noticed the brownish-green book on Jamie's desk. "What's that book about?"

"This?" Jamie said picking it up and Harry nodded.

"Yeah, I see you carry it around almost everywhere."

"It was my mother's. It's got quote from all her favorite books, and quotes by famous people. Her thoughts."

"Oh," said Harry feeling guilty.

"I carry it around because its kind of like having her around. I know this sounds weird but whenever I hold, I feel like she's with me."

"No I can understand," Harry said. There was an awkward silence. "I wonder what Ron and Hermione are doing at Hogsmade right now."

"What's it like?" Jamie asked and Harry sat up.

"You've never been to Hogsmade?"

"No." Harry then smiled.

"Well, I could tell me, or I could show you."

"How?"

"Come with me." They ran to Harry's dormitory as he sneaked out his cloak.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"An invisibility cloak."

"You were joking though right? I mean, we aren't really going are we?" Jamie asked uncertain.

"You don't want to?"

"Well, you'll be breaking the rules and-"

"Please don't turn into Hermione." Jamie looked surprised when he said that, and took the cloak from his hands and went under it.

"Are you coming?"she asked form underneath. Together, they walked under ground, and climbed up the Honeydukes cellar. Once they reached the top, they hid under the cloak again.

"Where do you think Ron and Hermione are?"

"I don't know, let's find them." Harry began walking but Jamie stopped him. She pointed to where Cho Chang was sitting looking miserable.

"Harry! You didn't tell her?"

"I forgot!"

"Well, tell her now," and with that, she pushed Harry out of the cloak, and towards Cho. Her eyes lit up when she saw Harry.

"Harry! There you are! I thought you stood me up."

"Err...no, I just got lost. Err...listen Cho, I can't spend time with you today, I actually don't feel good, so I'll see you later!" Harry left before Cho could say anything. He was wondering where Jamie was when he got pushed form behind.

"I can't believe you lied to her," Jamie said. She threw the cloak over Harry.

"Yeah well, I didn't think she would want to spend the day talking to someone who was invisible. Besides, I said I would show you around." Harry led for around the streets, they went all over to Zonkos, and even the Wheasley's brother's shop.

"Ron's brother's work here?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah, it's a pretty cool shop. We don't need to wear the clock in here." Harry said taking it off. They looked around the shop when Harry heard his name.

"Harry!" Harry turned and Ron came up to him.

"What are you doing here?" Came Hermione's voice, with Ginny behind her.

"I was showing Jamie around," Harry said, and Ginny looked angry.

"Harry!" said Fred, "Good to see you, good to see you! George looks who's here!"

George, Fred's twin came out from the back, and Jamie smiled.

"Your twins," she said. Fred and George looked at her for the first time.

"Who are you?"

"This is Jamie," Harry said. Fred's eyes went big.

"Your Dumbledore's granddaughter aren't you?" Jamie didn't answer but smiled.

"Pleasure to meet you!" George said as he shook her hand.

"Didn't you say Harry that Snape would be checking in on you?" Hermione said.

"Oh no! I forgot!" Harry said.

"Way to spoil the mood Hermione," Fred said.

"Come on Harry," said Jamie, "It was good to meet you two!" she said to Fred and George, and went under the cloak. Harry bade good-bye as they started walking towards Honeydukes. Jamie started pulling Harry in another direction.

"We're supposed to go this way," Harry pointed out.

"Just follow me, " she said with a smile. They stopped in front of the Quidditch store.

"What are we doing here?"

"Didn't you want to see the Aviator?" Harry looked at her and smiled and they went into the store. Harry held up the new model in wonder which was twitching to fly.

"Pretty cool isn't?" Harry asked as they left the store.

"Yeah I guess, for a broom stick," Jamie replied.

"You don't like Quidditch?"

"Oh no Harry, don't get me wrong, I love Quidditch, it's just that I've never thought of a broom stick as flying."

"Have you ever flew?"

"No, but I hope to one day."

"You can go on my Firebolt." Jamie laughed.

"No, when I fly for the first time, I want it to be like flying like a bird, where you can just go on and on, and never stop."

"You can do that with a broom you know."

"Let's just say I don't want my first time to be on a broom," she said with a smile. When they got back to Hogwarts, they came across Snape.

"Potter," he snarled. "Where have you been?" He snatched Harry's cloak from his hands. "Going to Hogsmade I see, with your father's cloak? Boy, are you in trouble."

"Actually Serverus," came a voice, "I asked Harry to grab his cloak to wear when he goes to my office since I didn't anyone to see." Dumbledore came out from view.

"Harry, if you and Jamie could follow me into my office please." Harry and Jamie looked at Snape who looked furious. Once they reached Dumbledore's office, Harry and Jamie sat down.

"Thank you Professor." Harry said.

"Why did you stop him?" Jamie asked.

"Because, Jamie, I wasn't going to let Serverus punish the one person who has made you smile in six years. No, I think that person should have been rewarded."

"I don't need a reward," Harry said from his chair.

"You already have it," Dumbledore said looking at Jamie with a twinkle in his eye.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review so I know if youall like where the story is going.

These quotes:

"All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, other crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair."

-Mitch Albom The Five People You Meet In Heaven

"Peoplestop sacraficing for one another, they lose what keeps them human." br /

-Mitch Albom The Five People You Meet In Heaven