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Can Heaven Wait

I'd give anything just to trade places with you
So I'm begging heaven down on my knees
To help you make it through

Tell me can heaven wait
Can heaven wait just one more night
Tell me what it's gonna take
To keep you with me in my life

Giving up the shame of my other life
Now I'm seeing things in a whole new light
Lord, I vow to change if you just make it right
Can heaven wait one night

-Luther Vandross

Chapter 2: Shock and Awe- Halloween 1981, 7:40pm

Jazmin landed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies through the fire. She went to the service. When she got there the lady looked up.

"May I help you?" she asked in a nasally, annoying voice.

"Yes. What room is Lily Potter in?" The lady, Tina, from what it said on her name tag, looked at Jazmin for a moment.

"Only Professor Dumbledore is allowed to see her."

"Yes, well, I was sent by him. She happens to be my sister-in-law." By this time Jazmin was getting angry.

"I don't care who you are. I was told that nobody but Dumbledore was―"

"That's quite alright, Tina. She is with me. If any other visitors come, let them in."

"Yes sir." Dumbledore started walking out and Jazmin followed him, pausing to stick her tongue out, childishly, at Tina. Tina grimaced back. They walked down the hall way to the ICU. They came to a stop at a room.

"You can go ahead in. I'm going to go find a healer." With that, Dumbledore swept away. Jazmin took a deep breath and walked inside the room. What she saw shocked her. Lily, her best friend, was black and purple from head to toe. On her neck, where her prized locket usually hung, was a dark purple necklace shaped bruise. Her head was bandaged greatly, so much that you could barely see her dark ginger hair. She had a black eye and a long gash on her forehead. Her wrist was in a brace, and she looked like she was in pain.

"Don't worry, she'll be ok." Jazmin whipped around to see a healer with Dumbledore following behind. "Just a concussion and a sprained wrist and some bruising. Her baby is fine as well." Jazmin stood confused. Baby? Did Dumbledore bring Harry? What was he talking about? She wasn't-oh no. No. No. No. No. No. She couldn't be. Could she? This was NOT good.

"Baby? Do you mean she's… she's pregnant?"

"Yes. Two months." He went over to check her status on the floating machined that radiated magic. When he was done he came back over to them.

"I'll be back later to check on her." He said, and then walked out. The door opened again. This time in came Remus Lupin, another friend of both women.

"Jazz!" Jazmin turned around and hugged her other best friend. During this affectionate greeting, Dumbledore left the room silently. "Jazz, What 'appened?" He asked, his French accent clear. That only happened when his emotions were on a high. Jazmin shook her head. She was crying again.

"James… is … dead!" she sobbed. "And Sirius is in Azkaban!" Remus's eyes widened.

"W-w-what?" Remus said, shocked. Jazmin explained what had happen the best she could. By the end of Jazmin's horrific tale, Remus was pale white.

"So… They switched the secret keepers without telling me? Why didn't you tell me? Who did you think―" Remus stopped talking abruptly. Jazmin now knew that, knowing Remus, he would be jumping to conclusions.

"Remus, please! I had nothing to do with it! I had no say in―"

"You guys thought that I was the spy, didn't you!" Remus asked, his face turning red. "Sacré bleu! Really, Jazmin? You thought I would try to kill my best friends after what you all have done for me? Maybe it's a good thing Sirius is in Azkaban." He frowned and stalked out of the room.

Jazmin sank into a chair and started sobbing. As she was crying, she didn't hear the door open until a little body crawled into her lap. She looked up, startled, to see Dmitri. He sensed his mother's distress.

"Why are you crying, mummy?" He asked. Jazmin gave a tiny smile.

"I'm just a little sad, that's all." She answered.

"Why are you sad?" Jazmin turned and looked at Andromeda. Why did 3 year olds have to be so inquisitive?

"Sweetie, do you remember what happened to Grandpa Charlie?"

"Yes, he's in the sky."

"Yes, well, Uncle James is with him now. You won't see him again." As Jazmin explained this, she started to tear up again. Dmitri frowned. He was a smart little boy.

"No more Uncle Jamie? What about Ti-ti Lily? Or Baby 'Arry?" Jazmin smile at how he said Harry. He couldn't pronounce his 'Hs' right.

"Ti-Ti Lily's fine. See. She right there, sleeping." Jazmin pointed to the bed. "Harry's fine, too. I think." She whispered the last part to herself.

"Oh. Okay. Can I play with Baby Harry?"

"No, not right now." Just then, a thought hit Jazmin like a sack of bricks. "Crap! I didn't call Dorea!" She jumped up, forgetting her son was on her lap, but she caught him before he could hit the ground. "Andy, I'll be right back," she said as she rushed out of the room.

Jazmin hadn't realized how long it had been since Remus had stormed out. The sky outside was now dark. Jazmin wasn't paying any attention to where she was going and bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where―" She looked up and saw who it was. "Remus." Remus took a deep breath.

"Jazzy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted the way I did earlier. I know that with these times you can never be to careful and I don't blame you or anyone else." He said, his French accent still very much clear. Jazmin looked at him for a moment then attacked him in a big hug.

"Oh my God, Remus! Don't you ever scare me like that again! James is dead, Lily is half dead, and Sirius is… Oh, God, Sirius! Remus, I really need you right now," she said, tears welling up again. Remus hugged her again.

"It's going to be ok Jazz. Is there anything you want me to do now?" he asked. Jazmin looked up.

"Well, you can either call Eric or my mother and tell them to come down here. You wanna take my mother?" she asked hopefully.

"Um… No. I think I'll take Eric. I don't wanna face the wrath of Dorea." Jazmin cussed under her breath.

"I knew you were gonna say that." Together, they walked to the floos in the lobby and called Eric Evans and Dorea Potter.