Chapter 01:

The cool air of an English summer morning was slowly fading into a humid heat, as Jazz stood with a perfectly heated cup of tea and a blue, knitted baby blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The ceramic mug was keeping her hands warm as she cradled it, close to her chest and watched the sun come up over the hills in the distance, through the open porch doors of her small home.

A warm, slightly wrinkled hand settling on her shoulder caused her to jump slightly, a slight bit of tea splashed over the edge of her cup and dripped on to the wooden deck, not that Jasmine noticed. The teen internally cursed Andromeda's light step, even after living with her for over three months, she still wasn't used to the wonderful woman's small quirks.

"Good Morning, Andy." Jazz smiled coming away from the porch doors and back into the kitchen, leaving the doors open behind her. Andromeda was preparing a breakfast for Teddy, their mornings together had become routine.

"Morning, My Dear." She greeted, placing an empty bottle in the sink. Andromeda Tonk's eyes, though they never lost their kindness, were lined with black circles and her face had aged a lot over the past year. She has lost her husband and only child, to a woman she once called a sister, in a war she wanted no part in.

Yet she kept it together for her grandson, Teddy Lupin. He was her light in a dark time and with the loss of his parents when he was only a month old, he needed her. "He looks like you again today," She said to Jasmine, lightly chuckling and tilting her head over to the giggling four-month-old baby, bouncing in his baby seat.

Jasmine smiled happily, before walking over to the baby she was proud to call Godson, Edward Lupin. His hair was Jet Black and his eyes a brighter emerald green than they're usually mossy grass colour that he had inherited from his father.

"He's my mirror image," Jazz said as she picked him up from his chair and held him close. "In fact, we should probably just name him Ted Potter and be done with it." Jasmine cooed and blowing Raspberries, much to Teddy's amusement.

Andromeda finished up the baby's morning bottle, making sure to charm it to the right temperature. Jasmine, with a little reluctance, passed the baby back to his grandmother who gave the eager baby his breakfast.

Jasmine sighed in content before heading over to the calendar full of half-naked wizards, compliments of Witch Weekly and crossed off the thirty-first on the calendar.

"Any ideas what Mrs Weasley has planned?" Jazz groaned turning to the older witch with a furrowed brow.

"I know exactly what they have planned," Andy said smirking. "I'm not telling you, though."

Jasmine frowned and went to argue but Andromeda gave her a look that eerily reminded her of a serious Sirius Black and wisely decided against it.

"I really don't want to celebrate," She sighed taking a sip of her drink.

"You owe it to the Weasley's and Hermione to show up to that party. You've hardly seen them since the war and staying in this house isn't going to solve your problems." Andy argued, she knew that Jasmine didn't want to be thrown back into the limelight. Every time she left their small estate, Rita Skeeter and every other face of publicity were on her tail, but the old witch knew, there was no use hiding from them. She had to face them, better now than later.

Jasmine sat down at the table, the many ways today could go wrong speeding through her mind on replay.

She was deep in thought when an owl flew through the open door and landed on the kitchen table in front of her. The brown barn owl hooted, bringing her and Andromeda both back to the land of the living. They looked up. Jazz in surprise and Andromeda in slight disgust.

Jazz undid the letter attached to the bird's ankle and watched as it flew away.

"Kreacher," Andromeda shouted and the Elf popped into the room. The fake Slytherin locket jingling around his neck. Kreacher didn't mind working for 'The blood traitor Potter' anymore. Jasmine had become more tolerable to him now they had both gotten to know each other and Andromeda was a Black and there was no higher honour in Kreacher eyes. He liked where he was now. Even if he did have to tend to the 'Half-breed baby'.

"Yes, Mistress Black?" He asked, with his usual scowl on his face.

The witch cringed, but smiled none the less, "Please call me Andy, Kreacher. Could you please wipe the table down with Antibacterial spray." The elf nodded and got straight to work, popping out of the room to get his stuff. "What is it, Darling?" Andy asked as Jazz eyed the seal on the letter.

It contained the Gringotts stamp of approval on the off-white parchment and a big red wax seal. It was decorated with the Potter crest. "Its a letter from Gringotts."

Jasmine wasted no more time analysing the letter and tore the letter open.

Folding the aged paper carefully, Jazz read the over the letter, every word was perfectly scrawled out in a neat green ink.

"Dearest Jasmine Doreah Potter,

Happy eighteenth birthday, Sweetie. If you are reading this then the war has claimed both myself and your Father. Your Father and I both wish we could have seen the day the light of our life became a legalised woman, well in the muggle world that is, and if we died around the time we were expecting, know this, you are not alone.

You may have grown up with hardly any family around you, but know this, You do have a family.

In a little town called Mystic Falls, Virginia in America. My cousins moved there when I was younger and should still be there. Miranda and Jenna Sommers.

The reason no one has ever let you know this is simple. They didn't know, Miranda and Jenna were kept a secret so Voldemort would not be able to use them to get to us. James and I decided it was best to leave Miranda the keys to our lake house and the deed in your name.

Once this dreadful war is over I want you to go there and meet them and don't worry they are nothing like Petunia.

They will know who you are and Miranda will give you the keys.

Have a break on us Princess and remember we are always with you no matter what.

Love your Mother, Lily and Your Father, James.

P.S. They don't know about magic."

Jazz read aloud and Andromeda's face was a picture of surprise.

"Are you going to go?" Andy asked, the young hero. She had come to love like her own.

"It's what they wanted," Jasmine muttered, still staring at the page as Andy burped baby Teddy. "But I can't leave-"

"Why not?" Andromeda questioned and Jazz sighed.

"Teddy. You. I can't just leave you he-"

"Then don't, We'll come to." The older witch said her stubborn side showing. "It will only be for a few weeks and if you don't like it there we will come back home as if it never happened."

"It's not that I'm worried about, Andy. This family of mine, what if they're not there, It has been eighteen years. Worse yet, what if they hate my guts." Jasmine said, resting her scarred forehead on the lemony fresh table in defeat. "I don't think I can suffer through another bout of rejection."

"Then at least you'll know. Where is your Gryffindor courage? This could be the thing you need to get over the war. A change of scenery."

"You- you think I should move there permanently?" Jasmine stuttered the idea sinking into her head.

"I think, all the Wizarding world has done is screwed you over, Jazz. You need to find yourself. All you will ever be here is 'The Chosen One', 'The Saviour', 'The Girl Who Lived'. I say we pack our bags and move. As a family." She reached across the table with her empty hand and grasped Jasmine's hand, a gentle smile.

"Andy-"

"No. You helped me get through this hard time more than you can imagine. Now let me help you. Trust me." Andy squeezed her hand and Jazz smiled.

"Give me a day to think about it?" The Saviour gave in and Andy smiled.

"Deal!"

-x-

Later that day Andy and Jazz had apparated to the Burrow, leaving Kreacher with Teddy and in charge of the house.

They entered the Burrow to see Hermione, the Weasley's, Kingsley and the Longbottom's all gathered in the sitting area. A small smile spread across her face as she hugged and greeted everyone, trying not to tread on any one's toes in the red stiletto she had paired with the mid-thigh length black tutu dress she had been sent by Hermione as a birthday gift. Everyone looked a little overdressed for such a small gathering.

"Thank you," Jazz said looking around at her close friends, the people she considered her family. "I'm so happy you all came."

Everyone laughed and Jasmine's face showed confusion as Andy squeezed her hand as a sign of support.

"This isn't the party," Hermione said walking forward with a red blindfold in her hand. Jasmine's heart sank. What did they have planned?

The smile on her face never faltered, giving away her inner dread. Jazz allowed her best friend to tie the blindfold on and she squeaked slightly when someone linked her and started to lead her blindly through the burrow.

Andromeda had a frown on her face, it was slapped there as soon as she saw the huge Marquee. Molly had insisted it was just a small intimate gathering at the Burrow. Jasmine wasn't going to like this.

As they entered the marquee loud cheers rang out, assaulting Jasmine's ears. Her stomach did a backflip, it sounded like the start of a Quidditch match. Maybe slightly louder with the close proximity of the crowd. She could see bright flashes from cameras through the red of the blindfold. Andy was envious of Jazz, who wasn't getting the full force of the flashing lights, causing her own brown eyes so much damage. She noticed Rita Skeeter in the front of the crowd and swore under her breath. Andromeda held onto the girl's hand as the blindfold was removed.

Jasmine's eyes adjusted to the bright light and the people in the crowd. The familiar marquee was packed and decked in red, black and gold. She confirmed to herself that there probably were as many people in the marquee as there were students at Hogwarts.

"Surprise!" A rather large crowd of people screamed. She hardly recognised any of them.

Jasmine's smile fell for a split second, her charade glitching until she caught a glance of all her old Hogwarts friends and teachers. She plastered it back on and stuck it there. Choosing to ignore the reporters and the Ministry Officials and the boatload of fans in shirts with her face plaster to them.

The cameras were still going as Hermione and Ron joined the two for photographs and then the whole family.

"Can we get one with just the 'Golden Trio'." A reporter muttered and Andy looked up at the teenager and Jazz nodded before pulling a face.

"Golden Trio?" She muttered with distaste, as Andy let go of her hand and headed off towards the drinks table before Ron had the chance to push her out the way for the photo opportunity.

"Yeah, it's what the press have dubbed us." Ron smiled as he and Hermione stood on either side of her. "Isn't it great."

"No," She muttered again.

"Wel, I for one think it was rather clever and it's catching on." Hermione smiled give Jazz a side hug and Jasmine hugged her back.

Jasmine noticed Luna and her father on the other side of the crowd and excused herself from the swarm of reporters, Ron and Hermione hot on her tail.

"Luna, Xeno." She smiled hugging both of them. "It's lovely to see you both again. Andy and I were just talking about having you two over for lunch again sometime."

"Again?" Hermione asked confused and Jazz smiled, nodding.

"Yes, Xenophilius and I were discussing the benefits of my sponsoring the Quibbler. Plus it was great chance to see Luna again and get to know her father."

"We enjoyed it too, my dear," Xeno stated He was just happy that Miss Potter was willing to forgive him after what he did to save Luna. "Especially the food, my, that Andromeda has marvellous skills."

"Yes, I'd love that two. Plus we need to go over the arrangement for my expedition to prove the existence of Nargals." Luna smiled.

"We do. Well, Enjoy the party. Hopefully, I will see you again before I leave." Jasmine said hopefully but not entirely believing she would.

After around two hours of greeting guest and having her picture taken with strangers and signing posters and articles of her face, Jazz tiredly went to sit by Andromeda who had two big slabs of cake on plates and a glass of wine for each of them. They were seated on a large podium at a long table with her close friends. Jazz had a large drink before she took a plate and dug in. She chose to ignore the people staring at them and still taking pictures by focusing solely on Andromeda and her cake.

"Are you okay, Jazz?" Hermione asked just as she and Ron both took their places at the table. The rest of the Weasley family were Also sat at this long table and all the other guest were settling down into their respected places on the circular tables set out in front of the long head table. Jasmine felt like a spectacle on show.

Jazz grumbled and nodded, "I'm a bit tired. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, this is all amazing, but I wasn't expecting to have to thank over two hundred guests for coming to a party I had no part in." She sighed. "Plus the Paparazzi is really pissing me off, who needs that many pictures of one person?."

They both looked shocked. Neither had thought it through. Of course, Jasmine Potter didn't want that bint, Skeeter, here. Jasmine had suffered through being her main story point most of her Hogwarts years. She hated the reporters guts. They both believed that Jazz need to be given more credit for what she had done, more publicity was the key, but neither had thought of how their friend for almost seven years had never like being in the limelight or the centre of attention.

"Sorry, we didn't really think-"

"No, you didn't!" The teen hissed, finally having enough, she made sure to do it discreetly so only her best friends could hear. "I've spent the last few months avoiding those leeches like Dragon Pox. Then you invite them to a party I had to attend. It feels as though you have backed me into a corner and I don't like it. I thought my best friends would have known that!" Jazz sighed and turned back to her cake, Andromeda looking at the girl sadly.

Jasmine was upset but she didn't need the headline of tomorrows profit to be about her flipping tables at her own birthday party.

"Now I think it's time for a few words from the birthday girl herself." The musician shouted out and there were few cheers. Ron and Hermione both went to protest, to save themselves from the hole that was becoming deeper and deeper, Jasmine held up her hands and stood from her seat a smile plastered to her face once again.

Jasmine made her way up to the podium confidently a glass of champagne in one hand and she held the singers muggle microphone in the other.

"First of all I just have to say again, thank you all for coming, tonight has been wonderful." The young witch lied through her teeth convincingly, Mainly for Mr and Mrs Weasley who always put in full effort. "Mrs Weasley, you have completely outdone yourself. All I can say is bravo, the cake is excellent as always. And to Mr Wealsey, I think it is safe to say that each time you and your sons bring out this old Marquee its enlarged a few square feet. The venue is perfect." Mrs Weasley gushed and Mr Weasley raised his glass, to which Jazz did the same. "What's a perfect venue without an indoor firework display? George Weasley, you are and will continue to be marvellous." Jazz smirk winking at George and he winked right back, his cheeky nature kicking in for the first time in four months. "And to the two people, I thank for my life every day.

"Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. You became more than my best friend the moment we stopped a troll from destroying the school and Hermione's face. You became family. You don't need to plan huge parties to make me happy, your company is enough." Jazz smiled sadly as she shook her head, she noticed the proud look Andy gave her. "Finally, the last person I need to thank is the woman who has helped me more than she can imagine. The last few months have been hard for us both and I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for her and my amazing godson. Andromeda Tonks, you are my rock." Jasmine raised her glass to her adoptive mother and smiled. The crowd cheered.

"Now, I know that the night is still young, but I have to get back home."

A flood of fake Jeers and boos filled the room and Jazz laughed it off.

"There is a reason and I'm not drunk, because unlike some of you, without naming names." She coughed uttering Seamus' name "I am not a light weight." That got her a laugh, well from everyone but Seamus. "The reason is, I am leaving in the morning to America with my Godson and his Grandmother. Whether the move will be permanent or not depends on how much I like it there, my ties to the Wizarding world will be severed for the time being until I come to a conclusion." The confused face began to pop up all over the crowd as they tried to comprehend what Jazz was saying. Ron and Hermione were completely gobsmacked.

"This trip is a chance for me to meet some relatives on my mother's side and mingle with some muggles, also it is giving me a chance to heal and recover from the war without cameras flashing in my face every five minutes of the day. My location will be classified and confidential, to anybody but Andromeda Tonks and I until we decide otherwise." Andromeda got out of her chair and head toward the exit near the stage. She was fairly certain Jazz would want to make a quick getaway. "I hope you can all understand my decision to leave for a while. Until then I wish you all a happy future and maybe one day we will see each other again. Thank you." No one clapped, except Luna and her father, Jazz expected nothing more as she made her break to Andromeda and out of the Marquee as quickly as her stilettos allowed her.

They apparated as soon as they were out of range of the words, shouts and pleas to come back from behind them. Both women disappeared home, fully aware they would have house guest within the next minute or so.