Hello again.

First off, for anyone concerned about the whole thing with the fish, don't be. Even if it isn't pleasant, the one who said it was basically a broken kid, and either one could over react in some way, shape, or form. So who's to say that it actually aimed for there, or it was an accident?

Also, in regards to bashing this time, it'll depend on the exact moment. As Young Justice Robin said about Kid Flash, 'Fast on his feet, not so much with his mouth.' Or something like that. Ones like Ron will be a bit of an occasional back-up character that just has trouble thinking before speaking.

Although I might be inclined to change that for a few, if you guys want at least some bashing. Might not be the ones you want, but if you guys want it, then I'll consider it. But not just yet – want them to get properly situated first.

Don't own Harry Potter.

Hogwarts and Chances

The time had come for Jasmine and Hermione to go to Hogwarts. After Hermione had asked, the two were going to the station together. Jasmine was just happy to have a friend.

As for uniforms, Jasmine switched the skirts on both girls for somewhat form-fitting pants, while the top became a white silk shirt under a black corset-style vest with rainbow trim (no one knew how she made that work). Thankfully for them it was easy enough to work with, so Hermione didn't have to worry about it every time she changed clothes. The Hogwarts crest was on the left breast like normal.

Needless to say, when the two girls and two adults arrived at King's Cross, they were getting a few stares from their clothes.

Amelia was just simply the first person to say anything about it when she showed up with Susan. "Interesting design."

"Thank you!" Jasmine responded before gaining a curious expression. "So how are we to get to the train, again?"

Hermione shook her head a bit. "It you had been listening to Professor McGonagall, she said that one particular wall between platforms 9 and 10 that we use to get to platform 9 ¾. She just didn't say which one though."

"A common issue students like you deal with in the beginning." Amelia noted for them. "This way."

As they walked through the station, people noticed Jasmine in particular. However, a few recognized her and subtly dispersed the crowd, not wanting to cause any sort of problem for her. Especially ones that could potentially rebound on them. So they ultimately wrote it up as just another job when Jasmine and her companions disappeared by one of the walls.

But enough about them.

Finally arriving on the platform, Jasmine couldn't help but let out a "WOW!" at the sight of the older yet pristine train in front of her. Hermione giggled as she hugged her parents and then dragged the girl on the train.

It was on the train when Susan noticed a lack of luggage. "Where are your trunks?"

"We brought duffel bags." Jasmine told her. "Or would if I couldn't call them to us once at Hogwarts. By the way, why is it called that?"

Susan shrugged. "I don't know myself, and you can summon them from across the country? That's hardly fair."

Jasmine shot back with a pout. "So is forcing us to wear rags and blankets because of some old hags."

"Skirts and robes." Hermione clarified. "And while I like skirts and dresses as much as the next girl, I do understand Jasmine's and Daddy's concerns about certain types."

Susan wasn't so sure, but didn't disagree as she noticed a dirty blond haired girl in the standard Hogwarts uniform up ahead. "Hannah!"

"Hello Susan." She responded with a smile after she saw who called her. She then noticed Jasmine and stared, which got a sigh from Hermione, already accustomed to people just staring at her new friend. "Who is that?"

"Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker." Jasmine piped in to answer for Susan. "Nice to meet you."

"Hannah Abbott." Hannah replied in blank greeting. It was quickly forgotten when she saw just how Jasmine and Hermione were dressed. "Those are supposed to be your uniforms?"

Jasmine and Hermione nodded.

Hannah pouted. "That's not fair at all. I wish I had a set."

"Wish granted." Jasmine said as she clapped, turning Hannah's current clothes int a copy of their own. They were caught by surprise when Susan's did the same, at least until Jasmine said, "She must've secretly wished for it hard enough for my magic to work. And it's staying."

The two girls looked themselves over in appreciation, liking how it all felt to their bodies.

Jasmine then said. "We should find a seat. We're in the way of others."

That cut through the girls' minds, reminding them that they were in a train with other people moving to and fro along it. It was further evidenced by a few boys that had stopped and gaped at the four girls with various degrees of blushes/leers/shock.

Hannah quickly led them to a compartment that had enough room for the four. Closing the door, she turned to Jasmine. "Thank you, by the way."

"No problem." Jasmine answered with a smile as she sat down. "It's my job after all."

She then spoke to Susan. "By the way, when is Ms. Bones gonna let me see Mr. Black."

"She said that was going to speak with him in the hospital after we started moving." Susan explained. "She had managed to get him out of prison, he still needs time to heal. If he's good enough, then she'll see about getting you to go and completely heal him."

"Okay." Jasmine said, accepting Susan's explanation.

Just then, the train started moving, resulting in Hermione and Susan in particular to poke out the window, find their respective adults, and wave goodbye. Afterwards, talk wound down to more getting to know each other, although it was kind of hard to actually get anything major or important from Jasmine. She just didn't have much to contribute, until she noticed a lake pass by and she started humming with a bit of an eerie tone.

Hermione was the one who asked. "Jasmine? What are you humming?"

"Hmm?" Jasmine said. "Oh, I don't know where I got it from, but ever since the water and waking up at my place, I get it in my head every time I see a lake or river or something. It goes like this.'

'Somewhere beyond the sea, something slumbers underneath. When she wakes up from her dreams, we'll be reborn from the deep.'

'Nice little bit, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Hermione drawled out hesitantly. "Nice."

In truth, it didn't to their minds. It sounded rather...unsettling. But none of them were willing to say that directly to her. Thankfully, for them, the compartment door opened, diverting their attention to the newcomers.

Or rather newcomer, a blond boy that looked rather anxious about something.

"Have any of you seen a toad?" He asked.

Jasmine tilted her head to the toy in her arms for a moment, then invoked, "I wish for Trevor the Toad to return to Neville Longbottom and stay with better living space."

A flash later, and the boy was carrying a somewhat small glass box that had a toad in it alongside suitable items for it to live comfortably.

"Wow. Thanks." Neville said in awe, then looked at the girls. "Can I sit with you all?"

Jasmine shrugged, not caring beyond having a new friend to talk to. The other three just nodded. The boy placed the box down and quickly brought his trunk over to them as well.

As he tried to pick up the trunk to put it in the overhead luggage space, Jasmine stood up, picked it up with one hand and placed it up there. Once she sat back down, she noticed their stares at her. "What?"

They quickly turned away in embarrassment, not wanting to let her on to their astonishment any longer than necessary.

The rest of the train ride was much simpler and quieter.

XXWith Amelia BonesXX

After sending Susan off to Hogwarts, Amelia guided Dan and Emma back through the gateway and then left to St. Mungo's, where Sirius Black was recently transferred to.

Once her department had Pettigrew's confession, she had managed to get Fudge to authorize transfer. However, she had recently learned that something unique had happened during the trip, which was waiting for her alongside Black.

Upon arrival, she was shakily led up to where Black was currently held, and then asked the man standing guard, "Alright Shacklebolt, what exactly happened during the transfer?"

"Director, it wasn't exactly during the transfer that the incident happened." The man told her, quite bewildered by something. "I don't really know how to describe it except that Black wasn't the only one to 'betray' the potters. It's best if you get the full story from the three inside with Black."

Huh? Amelia thought as the door opened, only to stare slack-jawed at a standing and sane Bellatrix Lestrange and a coherent Longbottom couple. "What the hell?!"

Her outcry caught their attention, Bellatrix quickly raising her hands and moving away from the ones in the beds. All she said was "Give me a chance to explain my part before start hexing, okay? As you should tell, I'm unarmed."

Shacklebolt then added a statement. "Yeah, no idea what exactly happened myself, but I gave the benefit of the doubt after she actively helped us carry Black out to the boat."

"Yeah, by killing a bloody dementor." Black quipped.

"Lily was a good brainstorming partner for a few spells we modified." Bellatrix offered. "Two just happened to be the Patronus Charm and the Killing Curse."

Sirius snorted. "And by modified, you mean making it able to combine with a Bombarda and cause a dementor to explode."

Amelia just had to cut in then. "That's enough! I'll get the full story later about that! What did you do exactly that the Healers couldn't?"

"The modified Killing Curse actually." Bellatrix sighed. "Look, I know I'm not exactly trust worthy in the slightest, but I can safely say without a shadow of a doubt that my actions so far have been legit. As for the curse I used, it doesn't actually kill, but rather sets the target up to become what Lily called a sleeper agent."

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Sleeper agent?"

"The target is conditioned with a certain mindset and memories until a specified trigger affects them." Bellatrix explained. "Be it a word, color, picture, it doesn't matter. The problem, however, is that I didn't have time to finish, so they were stuck like that. And because of that, as the one who cast it, only I could restore them."

"If I may ask," Frank said for the first time that conversation. "what exactly were you planning on doing to us?"

"As your son was one of the two we targeted at that time," Bellatrix said, somber. "you could've had the chance to live out your lives under the belief that you were dead, at least until it was time to bring you back. It would've given you the chance to train your son in the meantime."

"While I may not like what you did to my family, I understand." Frank said after a moment.

"Still doesn't explain how you're sane." Amelia said before diverting the conversation to her original reason for being there. "Mr. Black, I'm somewhat surprised to see just how well you are currently."

"I would say good genes, but that wouldn't account for my mother." Sirius said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hold the jokes." Amelia ordered. "This isn't a nice visit. It's about Jasmine."

"Jasmine? Is she okay?" Sirius asked, as serious as Amelia in an instant.

Amelia took a breath as the memories returned. "She's...damaged. Grey skin, a purple tint to her hair, and her eyes are a complete pale green. And while some aspects of her mind are intelligent for her age, other aspects aren't so much. We have reason to believe that her former caretakers somehow got her to drown, but drowning somehow saved her life."

"WHAT?!" All four cried out. Shacklebolt would've joined them if he didn't manage to just keep hold of his emotions. Was the first time he heard the full description, though.

"She also apparently likes taking walks underwater of all places." Amelia added.

"Take me to her now!" Sirius barked, moving to stand up, but Bellatrix stopped him.

"Not until you're fully healed, you idiot. I feel that she has more to say about Jasmine." She told him.

"I'm afraid you're right." Amelia admitted. "But I think it would be best left to her to explain. Shacklebolt, get one of the Healers in here to give me the details on their conditions."

"Yes, ma'am." He answered. After finding one, he sent the healer inside to do as Amelia wanted.

The results were as such:

"The ones in the best condition are Mrs. Lestr-"

"Ms. Black, for now." Bellatrix interrupted.

"...Ms. Black and Mr. Black, but I wouldn't entirely recommend letting them leave here for a bit longer. Azkaban does take a considerable toll on people after all. As for Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, they're going to need longer to get all of their body functions back in order. Otherwise, they'd be okay to leave straight. It's surprising just how coherent all of them are."

That was good enough for Amelia, but it did give her another question, albeit irrelevant to the main concerns. "Okay then, but before I go, what exactly did you mean by 'for now?'"

Even Bellatrix was confused about that. "I'm not sure myself, but something tells me that I'm not entirely a Lestrange by law."

"I'll be sure to look into it." Amelia told her, mildly skeptical. But she was kind of curious herself.

Who knows, it might be enough to do a major blow the Dark families still out there.

XXBack with Jasmine and Co., arrival at HogwartsXX

Hermione nudged Jasmine awake, the girl having taken a nap towards the end of the ride without anyone noticing. "Jasmine, we're here."

"Huh?" She said absently. "Hermione?"

"We've arrived at Hogwarts, Jasmine." She told her, helping her up.

Jasmine perked up at that. "Then what are we waiting for?"

She ran forward, only to accidentally run straight into the still closed compartment door. "Ow."

Hermione giggled and pulled her back. "Maybe you should wait until someone actually opened the door and led you out."

Jasmine shrugged the best as she could with a stuffed toy in her arms and one hand rubbing her nose. "Okay."

Neville opened the door as Hermione led the group out and off the train. Outside, they found it was dark outside, but the station had streetlights so they could see. And at one end was a giant of a man with a bushy black beard holding a lantern and calling out, "First years! First years, to me please!"

"He's big." Jasmine noted. "Must be why he's going to walk us over."

Once no more were stopping by the man, he said, "Alright then, everyone here? Follow me to the boats."

"Boats?" Jasmine asked out loud. "We're going to water?"

"Isn't that where you'd normally find boats?" Hannah asked, like it was obvious. Only to have Jasmine run off surprisingly quick in the generally direction they were walking. Next thing they knew, they heard a scream, right before she came back and jumped into Hermione's arms, shivering.

"Jasmine, what happened?" Hermione asked, greatly concerned.

Jasmine whimpered, but didn't say anything. The man, however, did. "She might be afraid of heights or something. There is some stairs leading down to where the boats are."

Hermione held her closer as she tried to calm her down. Thankfully, Susan, Hannah, and Neville were willing to try and help keep her attention until they finally arrived at the boats. Once she was actually in the boat, Jasmine calmed down as she placed a hand in the water.

"Sorry." Jasmine said, head down.

"Hey, it's okay." Hermione placated, patting her back gently.

"You okay, there?" the man asked them. Once they nodded, he then turned forward. "Right then, FORWARD!"

And with that, the boats started moving on their own, getting Jasmine to perk up again.

Even if Neville had opted to take a different boat, they all had trouble not feeling relief that Jasmine was picking herself up from whatever happened. They didn't like seeing the girl upset in any way, so they were all subconsciously promising to try and keep her happy.

And if he had been paying attention, Ron would've noticed it as well. But he was more entranced by just how big their guide was and where they were.

Jasmine was completely back to her normal self when she saw Hogwarts for the first time, easily in awe of it like she was when she saw the train. Although the rest of them were just as awed, they were still silent about it in comparison.

"This is amazing, Moony!" Jasmine held up the stuffed wolf to look at Hogwarts. She then noticed where exactly they were headed. "Duck!"

Jasmine crouched down earlier than necessary to go under the wall of vines that hid most of the cave they were sailing into. Once they were docked, she got out and spoke in mild disgust, "Why couldn't it be flowers instead of land-weed?"

"'Land-weed?'" Hermione asked. "Those were called 'vines.'"

"Hmm." Jasmine thought before saying. "I like 'land-weeds' better."

"The First Years, Professor." The man said, bringing them back to reality, just in time to notice Professor McGonagall was waiting for them.

"Thank you, Hagrid." She replied, revealing the big man's name. Once he left, she said. "Follow me, please."

She led them further into the castle, eventually stopping in a room right beside a set of doors far bigger than Hagrid. Inside, she addressed them all.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. I'm Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration Professor here at Hogwarts. Now, in a few minutes, you'll be called in to the Great Hall where you'll be sorted into your respective Houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house is like your family. And any triumph will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose you house points. I'd suggest you smarten yourselves up while you wait here until we're ready."

Jasmine didn't notice, but she was looking pointedly at Neville, who had misplaced his robe clasp around his neck, and Ron, who somehow had a bit of dirt on his nose.

After the woman left, Jasmine heard a different male voice call out. "Jasmine Potter, I presume."

She turned to the one who addressed her, finding him to be a blond with slicked back hair. "Yep. And you are...?"

"I'm Malfoy." He said as he walked towards her. "Draco Malfoy."

"You're not going to try and act like James Bond now, are you?" Jasmine couldn't help but ask. "That's what he always did in the movies when he said his name."

Draco stumbled his words for a moment before answering. "While I don't quite understand what you are talking about, that's not what I'm here for. I here to extend an offer of friendship. There are a few families and folk out there that are not the best to associate with."

Jasmine caught him off guard with, "Like your father?"

"More like the entire Malfoy family." Ron cut in, only to be rebuffed by Jasmine's stare.

"He's not his father, and I won't stand bullies of any kind." She told him. "Draco just needs to stay away from the man's words, and he should end up better than the bully."

Draco didn't quite know what to think at that point. On one hand, she wasn't automatically declaring him evil because of his name. But on the other, it was still his father she was talking about.

"Besides, this is the first I've heard of the Malfoys." Jasmine said. "It's too soon to say whether they are good or evil. So I don't want to hear it."

She finished with poking Ron in the chest, forcing him back a step. She then turned back to Draco with a much happier expression. "Friends?"

"I'm afraid it'll be tentative for the moment." Draco answered. "You've given me a few things to think about."

"Okay."

With that, the two separated, just in time for Professor McGonagall to return. "We're ready for you."

The woman led them through the big doors they saw on their way there, revealing a rather extravagant and large room with long rows of tables that had students seated at them, leading up to a table that had the obvious teachers. It was lit with multiple floating candles, while the roof had an illusion over it to look like the sky up above.

Hermione clasped a hand on Jasmine's mouth before she could get swallow by the sight. "Sorry, but now's not the time."

Jasmine pouted, but moved on, not noticing everyone staring at her in mostly shock.

Professor McGonagall was inwardly smug upon noticing the faces her colleagues wore. She warned them about Jasmine, but they doubted the full credibility. Now they're beginning to regret it. But it'll only be worse later on, you fools.

"When did that get there?" Jasmine asked, indicating the stool and hat on top that was right in front of the teachers table. "That wasn't there a moment ago."

"Maybe we just didn't notice it until now." Hermione offered.

Either way, their attention was brought back to the hat when it opened its mouth and started to sing somewhat off-key.

"Ah!" Jasmine flinched at the sound. "I wish for that thing to stop singing!"

Clap, flash, and the hat was suddenly silent, even if still moving around thanks to the glare it sent Jasmine's way.

"That hurt my ears, meanie!" Jasmine glared/pouted back. "Now get on with it, or do I have to drop the lake on you? I will do it!"

The hat eventually relented, allowing Professor McGonagall to say, "When I call your name, come up here and place the Sorting Hat on your head. It will sort you into your respective House."

With that, the Sorting started. Although the only ones Jasmine really paid attention to were Hannah and Susan being sorted into Hufflepuff, Hermione and Neville being sorted into Gryffindor, and Draco being sorted into Slytherin. Before she knew it, her own name was called out. "Potter, Jasmine!"

"That's me." Jasmine piped as she moved forward. Once she sat down, Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head, and the world turned black. Next thing she knew, she was in a submerged version of her warehouse staring at an open door that had an immobile man with the hat on his head in it. He was trying to glare at her but couldn't move. Thankfully, she got the message. "Oh, sorry."

She clapped her hands, and the man started moving.

"Thanks, brat." He said as he became accustomed to his current environment. "As you can probably tell, I'm the Sorting Hat. I need to take a look at your memories and whatnot to determine which is the bigger value: Loyalty, Intelligence, Cunning, or Bravery."

Jasmine tilted her head. "Can I choose? I'm not sure if you could find that out with me."

The man took a look around as he considered the proposal. "I guess, although if you're little...complaint...about my singing is anything to go by, then you'll be in Gryffindor."

"Works for me." Jasmine smiled.

A blink later, and she was back in Hogwarts as the hat called out "Gryffindor!"

Hermione, Neville, Susan, and Hannah started the clapping, clearer sounding than the rest except for a polite Draco. Jasmine jumped over to where Hermione was sitting, taking the spot right beside her as she idly heard "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!" from further down the table. She giggled absentmindedly as that and a few others stared at her in disgust.

"Hello." Jasmine turned to the older red head who addressed her. "I'm Percy Weasley, Prefect. Welcome to Gryffindor."

"Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker. Hello." Jasmine responded. "Do you know why this place feels a bit like death?"

"Death?" Percy was confused. "Do you mean the ghosts?"

"Ghosts?" Jasmine's question was explained when a transparent figure floated into view. "Like him?"

"My apologies." the ghost said, head bowed. "But when we felt your presence, it startled us. It...well...It doesn't matter. I'm Sir Nicholas, but you can call me Nick. I'm the ghost of Gryffindor House."

Jasmine tilted her head to Moony, then was about to say something before the teacher with the biggest beard she had ever seen said "Let the feast begin."

"That's a lot of food." Jasmine remarked about the food that had just shown up all over the tables. "And Nick, I can finish chopping your head if you wish for it."

"She can grant good wishes, hence the moniker 'Wish Maker.'" Hermione clarified.

"Ah." Nick said, understanding. "Well then, I wish to be fully beheaded."

"Wish granted." Jasmine said.

Next thing Nick knew, his head fell to the floor thanks to the angle he was leaning his neck.

"Whoops." Jasmine said.

Nick chuckled. "No, no, it's alright. It'll just be something I need to get used to."

It took a bit of work, but he managed to pick his head up and flew off. "Take care, Jasmine."

"You too!" She replied, then switched her attention to the food. "Now let's eat."

May be a unique stopping point, but things have been messing with my head, so I've been having trouble with a bit of writer's block for the moment.

And as for her mindscape, it's just her warehouse underwater. Her home + her hobby of walking underwater. Nothing else.

Until next time. Please let me know what you think.