Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room, thoughts of Jasmine clouding his mind. She was beautiful, that he'd notice the second he bumped into her, but he was sure he could see more behind her brown hair and fair skin. He was sure he saw pain in her eyes, the kind of pain only death could bring upon a person. He sighed as he thought about her eyes, they were amazing and you couldn't really tell if they were green or blue.

All thoughts of Jasmine left his mind the second he entered the common room and saw his friends waiting for him. He sat with them and they talked for what seemed like hours. When they finally went to bed Ron sat on Harry's bed nervously.

"What's wrong Ron?" Harry asked him while he changed into his bedclothes.

"It's nothing mate," Ron said anxiously "I was just thinking about that girl from the train, that's all." Harry knew there was more to it so he sat on Ron's bed facing him.

"What about her?" he asked running a hand through his hair.

"Do you think we can trust her?" he said gulping "I mean, we know nothing about her and she's the only new student, apart from the first years, of course" Harry got up and got into his bed, pushing Ron out while doing so.

"I have a good feeling about her, but only time will tell," he smiled and turned off the light "now go to bed and shut up, I'm tired." He fell into a happy sleep, thinking of the whole year he'd get spend with his friends and away from the Dursleys.

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"Wake up," she felt someone shaking her and muttered something like "go away" but the shaking didn't stop, "you have to wake up, come on Jazz." she opened her eyes to see Emma, already in her uniform, shaking her.

"Ok you can stop now," she said starting to sit up.

"You have to change now, we're going to be late." Emma yelled over her shoulder as she left the room. Jazz ran to the bathroom and got dressed as fast as she could, having a few fights with her tie and after 5 minutes of struggling with it she gave up and ran downstairs with the tie in her hand.

Emma and Sam were waiting downstairs and Sam sighed when she saw the tie in Jasmine's hand as she ran over to help her. They left the common room and headed to the great hall for breakfast. Everyone was already there and the whole Hufflepuff table turned when they entered. Jazz felt immediately self conscious as everyone stared at her, everyone was always curious about the new girl. She sat down between Sam and Emma and some other girls started asking questions about her age and the other schools she'd been to. She answered every question except the ones involving her family but soon the attention was drawn to the front where Dumbledore stood. He was announcing the Triwizard Tournament and the other two schools that were going to participate; Jazz felt sick just by hearing about it and soon stood up and left the room.

Harry was listening to Professor Dumbledore explain everything about the Triwizard Tournament that was to take place during the year when he saw someone walking out of the hall, he turned just in time to see Jasmine leaving the room. He followed her and found her sitting against one of the walls outside the great hall, her eyes were closed and she didn't seem to notice him. He couldn't tell what he saw in her face but it was a mix of hurt, sadness and anger. He cleared his throat and sat down in front of her.

"What's wrong? I saw you leave the hall and I wanted to make sure you were ok," she opened her eyes at the sound of his voice and he couldn't help but gasp at the pained look she gave him, he saw a flash of something in her eyes as they turned hard and she stood up.

"I'm fine," she said icily "I just wanted to be alone." She turned on her heel and was about to leave when he grabbed her arm forcing her to look at him.

"You know that's not true," he stared deep into her eyes trying to find something that might give her away but they were hard and cold and she never really looked him in the eyes.

"It's nothing, I just…" they were interrupted by two girls.

"Jazz, come on were going to be late," Emma said pulling her away from Harry; she couldn't believe she had been about to tell him about Ian. She felt like she could trust him, but she was afraid of opening up to a complete stranger and decided to avoid him just in case. She headed to potions class with her two new friends. Peter used to give her magic lessons after school and potions had always been one of her favorite subjects.

She entered the room and Emma left to sit with a blonde guy, leaving her and Sam alone. Sam told her about the teacher, Snape, and how bad he treated most of his students, except the Slytherins. She wasn't the type to judge people from what others told her so she kept her mind open.

Everyone was talking excitedly when the door opened and a man dressed all in black entered the room, everyone stopped talking and they turned to the front of the room where the man stood. He didn't make her introduce herself, something she was very grateful for, and started the class. He was very intimidating but that didn't make Jazz like the class any less. The two hours flew by and once everyone stood up Snape walked over to her.

"Stay here, miss King" he said "I'd like to have a word with you." She nodded and waited for everyone else to leave, Emma promised to save her a seat in her next class as she left.

"Is everything ok, sir?" she asked after everyone was gone.

"Yes, I just wanted to know where you studied before coming here," his tone was cold but she could sense some curiosity in it too.

"I went to a muggle school, sir" she replied nervously "but my brother gave me some magic lessons after classes." He nodded and walked over to his desk.

"I couldn't help notice you're very good at potions," he said taking a paper out of a drawer and handing it to her, "too good for this class, I shall say." She looked at the paper confused, it looked like a class schedule.

"What's this for, sir?" she asked confused.

"You will be attending advanced potions," he said pointing at her new class schedule "I've changed your last two hours of charms for potions and you'll be having private lessons with professor Filtwick during this first two hours. I would've put you with the fifth graders but the only class I could change in your schedule was charms so you'll be having potions with the sixth graders." He turned and left the room, leaving her speechless and worried.

Jazz made her way to her next class still thinking about potions, she saw Sam and Emma sitting together and wondered what happened to saving her a seat. She walked over to them and they smiled, pointing to Hermione who was sitting alone, waving and calling her. She sat next to her and they started talking while they waited for the class to start.

"So, I heard Snape wanted to talk to you" Hermione said with a concerned look on her face "What did he want?" Jazz turned to face her, a helpless look on her face.

"He wanted to let me know that I'm to take advanced potions, he's switched classes with Filtwick and I'll be having potions with the sixth graders." Jazz laughed nervously and ran a hand though her hair trying to stay calm.

"That's awful, he can't do that on your first year," Hermione said trying to comfort her "you have to talk to someone about this, so you get your normal classes back." Jazz shook her head and smiled sadly at Hermione.

"It doesn't matter, I know I can do it, it's just that I wanted potions to be my easy class" she looked around the room to see if the teacher was there yet and turned back to her new friend when she couldn't find him. She felt a hand on her shoulder and saw Ron smiling brightly at her.

"Is Snape making your life miserable already?" he said giving her a half smile. She told him everything and after she was finished he couldn't help but laugh, "So, are you some kind of genius now?" she glared at him but after a few minutes she started laughing too. There was something about him that made him seem extremely amusing, even when she wasn't in a good mood.

She left the class with them and Harry joined them on their way to the great hall. They talked about their classes and laughed a lot. She left them when they reached the hall and walked over to the Hufflepuff table and sat next to Emma, it was the best first day of school she could imagine. They ate quietly; the food was really good.

"Jazz we have to go to charms, come on" Jazz sighed and got up; she shook her head and turned to face her friend.

"I have potions, remember?" Emma nodded and offered to walk with her to her class. They talked and Emma assured her it would be ok, though Jasmine thought different. Emma left her a few feet away from the door and Jazz stood there for a while, waiting for the other students to go in first. She was staring at the door when someone ran into her and she fell, hitting her head in the same spot she hit when Harry bumped into her the day at the train station. She felt a pang of pain shoot through her head and then it felt warm and wet. She opened her eyes to see a boy staring back at her; he was about two years older than her and he had beautiful grey eyes. She wasn't the kind of girl to like people for their appearance and she wasn't in a good mood that day, so she pushed him to the side and got up.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" the guy yelled, getting up himself and turning to face her.

"What's wrong with me?" she yelled back glaring at him "you are the one who ran into me, I was just standing there and the next thing I know I'm lying on the floor!"

"You shouldn't just stand in front of doors," he said, she couldn't believe he was being such a jerk.

"Just shut up," she turned around and entered the classroom. The class had already started and Snape turned to look at her and she hurried to an empty seat in the front. A few minutes later the same guy she'd been fighting entered the classroom and sat next to a girl in the back. Snape turned and glared at him, he walked over to him and leaned down a little.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Diggory," he said, obviously annoyed "I've saved you a seat in the front, next to miss King." Diggory glared at her before standing up and sitting next to her, she glared back and turned her gaze to the board.

"Now class, I'd like to introduce our new student," he pointed at Jasmine with his arm "she's in fourth year but will be taking potions with you this year, due to her advanced knowledge on the subject." Everyone turned to look at her and she started to get dizzy, there were some gasps from the ones sitting behind her and a blonde girl pointed at her head shakily. "What's wrong, Ms Addams?" Snape asked the girl coldly.

"She…her head's bleeding, sir" Jazz realized why her head felt warm and wet and instantly put her hand to it, when she looked back at her hand it was covered in blood. She wanted to fix it, she knew she could, but everyone was watching her and she couldn't risk her ability being discovered.

"What happened to your head?" Snape asked, she couldn't really tell but she thought he looked amused. She turned to glare at Diggory who was staring at her in shock, he was pale as a ghost and she just shook her head.

"I just hit my head with a bookshelf on the library, I didn't notice it was this bad," she turned to face Snape "Could I just go to see the nurse, sir?" he nodded and went on with the class as she exited the room. Once she was at a safe distance, she placed her hand on her injury and started to heal it. She left a small part open and went to see the nurse, just in case Snape asked the nurse about her. Madame Pomfrey treated her wound and told her to rest for the remaining of her class.