Augusta was not easily intimidated, but one of the few people who could intimidate her was Albus Dumbledore. During Neville's second year, he had paid her a visit. He asked if she knew that Jane spoke parseltongue. When she admitted that she did, he got mad that she had not informed him.

During Neville's fourth year, she decided to pay him a visit, and demand that he not make Neville do the tournament, but she felt a bit intimidated. She felt that if she brought someone else with her, then she would be far less likely to wimp out. She had told Jasmine that she wanted her to come to threaten to pull her kid out of Hogwarts, and she hadn't said so but Augusta had gotten the impression that she at least suspected the real reason. Jasmine was happy to get the chance to check on Jane and to see Hogwarts, so it worked.

Now, Albus Dumbledore had come to see Augusta again, but this time it was not just Augusta that he wanted to speak to. Soon, they were in the Birtch's living room, and he explained about the Horcrux hunt the kids were going to go on.

"I don't want my special-needs daughter going on a dangerous hunt," Jasmine said.

"But the world is at stake, and I really think having someone along who speaks parseltongue would be helpful," he said. "What if she doesn't go, and the world gets taken over by Voldemort as a result?"

"What if she goes and she gets killed as a result or goes insane?"

"I'll go with them, and I'll make sure nothing horrible happens to Jane. Neville won't let anything horrible happen to her either."

"Maybe I should go too."

"You also have a seven-year-old, and you can't do magic."

A few weeks later, Jasmine went to see Augusta. "I was wondering," Jasmine said, "when do people tell their muggle significant other that they're magical, or that they have magical family members?"

"I wouldn't know. No Longbottoms have ever been in relationships with muggles," Augusta said. She eyed Jasmine's new engagement ring. "In this case, though, I would suggest telling him soon. Want me to come with you? I can prove witches exist pretty easily. By the way, congratulations."

Months ago, Jane had left school for the day to go to her grandfather's funeral. Months later, Hagrid sent Jane, Neville, Hermione, and Luna a note saying that his friend Aragog had passed, so they went to visit him and had a little funeral for Aragog in the daytime (although Hagrid had originally wanted to do it at night for some reason). Now Jane was at the biggest funeral she had ever been to, and it was for Professor Dumbledore.

Jane had been to four funerals in her lifetime. Three of them were within less than a year.

Jane sat between Neville and Luna, and Hermione sat on the other side of Neville. They all stared at the white tomb, and no one said a word.

Jane rocked back and forth, in her seat, and wondered if maybe she should not be too surprised that Professor Dumbledore had died. He seemed pretty old, and he had the deteriorating hand problem that she and Neville were too afraid to ask about, but that was not even what he died from.

Jane had never liked Professor Snape. She had always been a little afraid of him, but she certainly was not expecting this.