Authors Note: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm going on vacation next week so I might upload chapter 4 early. Some reviews or favorites would be lovely, but I'll understand if you wait until we get to the Hogwarts years. Like the last chapter this is a flashback.

Pre-Hogwarts

Chapter 3

Spring of 1985

She was 7 years old, they were 12 and they were torturing her Butterflies.

Every spring, clouds of Silver Studded Blue Butterflies flew through Jocelyn Montgomery's elementary school in Devon, England. But this year was different, because last year a group of 12-year-old boys hadn't brought butterfly nets. Last year they hadn't caught butterflies, only to pin them down with push pins through their wings. Last year they hadn't watched those butterflies struggle on squares of cut up corkboard, the sun shining on gorgeous, shimmering blue wings and selling them to other students for lunch money.

Last year, Jocelyn hadn't had to stand up for her butterflies, but this year she would. This year, Jocelyn walked straight up to those boys and looked them in the eye, because even though they were 5 years older than she was, they were near the same height. This year, Jocelyn took one of their butterfly nets away and chucked it across the yard as hard as she could.

This year, Jocelyn took the lid off the box the boys had trapped those beautiful blue butterflies in and set her butterflies free. Then she turned to the boys who had been yelling at her, plunked her hands on her hips and told them, "Stop hurting my butterflies."

The boys weren't afraid of her though, she was 7 and they were 12, they may not be bigger but they were boys and to them that meant that they were faster, never scared and superior in every way.

The leader boy straightened himself up as tall as he could and crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look fierce. Maybe this would have frightened off another little girl but Jocelyn Montgomery was not an ordinary little girl; she was stubborn and used to dealing with a big brother, so this boy did not scare her in the least. Jocelyn Montgomery was not afraid of this boy, nor was she afraid when the wind picked up and the street lamps out side the school began to flicker.

Jocelyn had gotten used to these strange happenings; she figured she was haunted. She figured that for most little girls, being haunted was not a good thing, but Jocelyn liked it because it gave her someone to talk to, someone all her own. It also helped that her 'ghost' came to her aid when she got worked up over something, like a group of boys pulling the wings off her butterflies.

"Stop hurting my butterflies," she'd said.

The boy smiled and responded, "Make me."

Jocelyn pounced, one second she was standing with her arms crossed, the next she had knocked the boy to the ground and was sitting on his chest, her hand balled up and pulled back, ready to pound the snot out of him.

"How would you like it if I punched you in the face and then had you drawn and quartered?" the boy wasn't sure what that meant but it didn't sound good. "Why don't we try and find out?" Her fist pulled back a little farther and then flew towards his jaw only to stop a centimeter away. She never actually hit anyone, threaten sure, but actually punch someone? She hadn't the need to.

"Get offa me you crazy girl!" She obliged and the boy took off after his friends, who had scrammed when she pounced on their leader. 15 minutes later she was sitting in the principal's office.

"Jocelyn, why would you threaten someone? Is everything ok at home?" Of course, everything wasn't ok at home! Her parents had just finalized their divorce last year and her mom was working long hours at the bank in order to support them, leaving Jocelyn's brother Jonathan to take care of her and their 3 year old sister Jillian.

"Nobody hurts my Butterflies and gets away with it." Jocelyn said darkly.

From that day on, Jocelyn became Jo; the tough, smart mouthed girl, who would one day become one of the greatest protectors Hogwarts had ever known.