Meanwhile, outside the curtain, there was heated discussion going on.

"What was that thing?" Minerva demanded, glaring at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore, seeing that everyone wanted answers, seemed to shrink in on himself. Amelia had already chewed him out over dumping Harry on his relatives' doorstep and, feeling he had gotten off lightly, did not want risk another incident.

"I cannot give you a definitive answer." The aged Headmaster replied. "All I have is supposition and guesswork." He paused and when none of the looks he was receiving changed, he continued. "Much has been made of that Halloween night in 1981." He began slowly. "While only those who were there know precisely what happened, from what was left, I have made certain educated guesses. He-who-shall-no-be-named, entered the front door of the cottage where the Potter's were hiding and after a short but fierce duel, James Potter succumbed in the front room. He-who-shall-no-be-named, then went upstairs and into the nursery where Lily had retreated to desperately try and protect her Son."

"We know all this Albus." Minerva fumed. "Tell us what that thing was!"

"Patience Minerva." Dumbledore said mildly. "It is necessary to lay some background first. "As I was saying. He-who-shall-not-be-named entered the nursery and, seemingly without a struggle, Lily was killed. All this we know for certain. What happened next, is not so certain. It is clear that He-who-shall-not-be-named planned to kill baby Harry and, assuming he stuck to his normal method, he would have used the killing curse. Now, somehow, Harry was protected and the curse rebounded and struck the so called Dark Lord. Normally this would have killed him, but it did not."

This caused gasps from the audience.

"I know he was not killed by the killing curse as his body was not found. We also know from various spies we had, that He-who-shall-no-be-named had boasted on more than one occasion that he had beaten death. Now even He-who-shall-no-be-named would not make that boast idly, but I had very little evidence as to the method used until the end of the last school year. As many of you know, last year we had a spate of attacks performed by the 'Heir of Slytherin'. These included petrification of a cat and several students, including Miss Granger. It all culminated in young Miss Weasley being taken captive in the legendary Chamber of Secrets. Mr Potter saved the whole school when he ventured into the chamber to rescue his friend's Sister. Due to a cave in, he was forced to enter alone, leaving Mr Ron Weasley and Professor Lockhart trapped on the other side of the collapsed passage. Once Mr Potter reached the Chamber he faced a Basilisk and what he described as a shade of someone named Tom Riddle. With the help of my phoenix, Fawkes, he managed to kill the beast and destroy the shade. He managed this by stabbing an old diary with a tooth from the Basilisk. When Mr Potter, Miss Weasley, Mr Weasley and Professor Lockhart made it back to my office, I almost immediately realised what the diary was. I must ask you to keep this secret as it some of the vilest magic I have ever seen. Do any of you know what a Horcrux is?" He asked the group.

There was a general shaking of heads when a gasp came from behind them. Dumbledore turned and saw Andromeda Tonks, looking both angry and scared, heading towards them as the healers had finished their examination.

"Is that what that thing was?" She said, her eyes narrowed. "And did I hear you say there was another?" She demanded. "The evil bastard!" She added, her eyes almost glowing violet.

"What do you know of Horcruxes Madame Tonks?" Dumbledore asked, his brow furrowing.

"As a child I had the run of the Black family library." She replied. "In one of the books, so old that it had no name, it discussed ways to cheat death. It made me shudder when I read the description of what the thing was and I never opened that book again." She looked at Dumbledore. "I take it that the evil monster made more than two?"

Dumbledore nodded sadly.

"I believe he would have chosen a magically powerful number. Three or seven would be my guess." He replied.

"But what are they?" Minerva asked.

"I will not go into details but they are soul containers or soul jars to give them their original name. Each one contains a piece of a person's soul and as long as one exists, that person cannot die. Their body can be destroyed, but their soul will not cross over to the next great adventure. Then, by the use of a rather foul ritual, the person can, in essence, be reborn. I will not go into the specifics of how they are made, only that it requires a cold blooded murder to split the soul."

There was a general gasp and looks of horror and revulsion at what Dumbledore had described.

"So who is this Tom Riddle person?" Amelia asked.

"A person we are all familiar with, though you know him by a different name. His full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, though if you rearrange the letters they spell out his very familiar nom-de-guerre." As he was speaking, he wrote the words Tom Marvolo Riddle in letters of flame. With a wave of his wand, the letters reorganised to spell the words 'I am Lord Voldemort'. The entire group gasped again.

"An anagram!" Bellowed Amelia. "We have all been afraid of a bloody anagram!"

"Indeed." Dumbledore replied. "But getting back to the point, I believe that the Horcrux in Mr, sorry, Miss Potter's scar, was made by accident. After all he was planning to kill the child. He may have planned to make one using the child's death, but whatever happened backfired on him."

"So your saying that Voldemort." Amelia was quite proud of herself for not stammering. "Is floating as some sort of disembodied spirit?"

"I am." Dumbledore replied. "He managed to gain access to Hogwarts two years ago by possessing a member of staff and tried to gain access to my old friend Nicholas' Philosopher's Stone. He was again foiled by Mr Potter and his friends. The spirit managed to escape and I have managed to find no clear lead on where it might be. Though I did get a promising lead as to somewhere in Albania, it was not enough to locate it."

"What can we do?" Amelia asked, getting down to business.

"We need to locate the rest of the Horcruxes." Dumbledore replied. "I have no idea as to where any of them are, nor what they look like. But knowing Tom's ego, he would want to use items that had great significance to him personally as well as a connection to Hogwarts, but I have no specific details."

Amelia gave a sigh, but nodded. She understood the concept of having very little to go on. She therefore decided to get back to the matter of why they were all there in the first place.

"Has the change happened?" She asked, looking at the two healers.

"It has." Andromeda replied.

"Not only that." Added Poppy. "But from the scans we just made, all Mr Potter's health issues from his childhood appear to have been corrected. All his, sorry, her scars, including the famous one are gone. The badly healed broken bones that I was unable to fix when she first arrived here are now how as they should be. There is no trace of the borderline malnutrition either. She is even slightly taller than Harry was and is well within normal height and development for a girl her age. Even her eyesight has been fixed. All in all, despite the consequences, this potion has done Miss Potter the world of good."

There appeared to be a general sigh of relief among the group before Arthur Weasley spoke up.

"Would Miss Potter object to visitors?" He asked. "Only if I go back to Molly without having seen for myself that she is alright, I will probably end up having to sleep in my shed." He added rather bashfully.

There was a general chuckle at this comment as most knew his wife's famous temper well.

"I'll go and ask." Poppy said. "But if she says yes, please do not gawp." She then turned to Snape. "You should be aware Severus that Miss Potter's looks have undergone a dramatic change. She no longer resembles her Father, but is now the spitting image of her Mother."

Snape blanched at this, but gave a nod.

"Thank you for warning me Poppy." He said with a nod, though his features remained inscrutable.

She went over and peeped in through the curtain. The two girls were how she had left them and they were still holding hands.

"Are you up for some visitors Miss Potter?" She asked softly.

The red-headed girl gave a sigh but nodded, if somewhat reluctantly.

"As long as no-one makes me into a spectacle." She replied.

"I'm sure everyone will be respectful." She replied before drawing the curtains back to reveal the rest of the Infirmary.

The normally mostly empty room was seemingly filled with people. In addition to the Hogwarts staff and Healer Tonks, there was Madame Bones and her two Aurors, Master Zeller and another scholarly looking man in serviceable brown robes. Arthur Weasley and Barty Crouch were also present and Arthur was making his way over to the bed.

"How are you?" He asked with some discomfort, not sure what to say as apart from the eyes, this girl bore no resemblance to the boy they had seen over the past two summers.

"Remarkably well, thank you Mr Weasley." The girl replied, her friend's father's discomfort making her feel uncomfortable.

Poppy, seeing the situation getting worse, decided to intervene.

"So have you decided on a name yet?" She asked.

"I have." The girl replied with a nod that sent her long hair flowing round her shoulders. "Since I am sticking with family tradition, I decided to go with the name Jasmine." She added. "Jasmine Lily Potter." She finished, turning to Hermione who smiled.

"Excellent." Poppy said with a smile of her own. "I will update your medical records and I'm sure Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore will do the same for the rest of your school records." She added with a sideways look at the two professors in question. They both nodded in agreement.

"Well Jasmine, you look very nice. I will pass the good news on to Molly when I get home. I'm sure she will want to send you something." Arthur said, blushing a bit before taking a few steps back.

Zeller was the next to step forward.

"Would you mind if I did some further scans Miss Potter?" He asked. "They will be merely repeats of the ones I performed earlier and will allow for more careful analysis."

Jasmine thought for a second before nodding.

The Potions Master went through he same motions had he had in his previous visit, again recording the results on a piece of parchment. Once he was done, he gave both the girls a smile and a nod. He then departed without a word, the other scholarly type following behind him.

Once the scans were done, Jasmine looked at the Headmaster.

"Is there anything else that is needed Professor?" She asked.

After looking at the rest of the adults, who all shook their heads, he shook his own.

"Not at the moment Miss Potter, though I understand that you will be getting a few visitors before dinner. If you have no questions, we will leave you under Madame Pomfry's expert care. I will probably pop in tomorrow before you leave, if that is alright?" Dumbledore asked.

"Certainly Professor. I will see you tomorrow then." Jasmine replied, giving the Headmaster a smile.

She then looked around the rest of the group. Tonks was openly staring at her, though she did have the grace to blush when Jasmine's eyes met hers. Amelia was clearly looking her up and down and gave a nod before turning to Shacklebolt. The other Auror was either not interested or, more likely, had forced himself to look away. Minerva and Dumbledore were both looking at her with looks of remembrance with the Gryffindor Head of House wiping a solitary tear that had fallen from her eye. Mr Crouch was also not looking and was talking to Arthur who was still looking uncomfortable. The oddest one was Snape, he was clearly trying not to stare but was just as clearly mesmerised by the girls' new look. Other than that, his face was expressionless.

Dumbledore nodded.

"I will see you tomorrow after breakfast." He said with a smile and ushered the two Ministry Department Heads out of the Infirmary. Once they were gone, Minerva went up to the two girls.

"I will go and find Mr Weasley, Miss Lovegood, Miss Bones and Miss Greengrass if that is alright?" She asked.

"Thank you Professor." Jasmine replied with a nod. "If it would not be too much trouble, could you bring Ron first and only bring the others when he has gone?" She asked. Seeing Minerva's raised eyebrow, she elaborated. "If Ron is here at the same time as the others, it is likely to cause problems. He tends to be rather rude to Slytherins in general and always refers to Luna as Loony. I'm not sure if is a throwback from when they were younger, as Luna lives very close to the Burrow. Or if he is just being rude. I hope it is the former, but now I'm not so sure." She finished.

Minerva looked at Jasmine approvingly and nodded. Clearly she would have to pay closer attention to the youngest male Weasley as what Jasmine had just said was rather disturbing. She did not think for one minute that he was using a childhood nickname, but the alternative would mean that Ron Weasley was not the person she thought he was.

"Of course Miss Potter." She replied. "I will find Mr Weasley, he is probably in the common room waiting for dinner, and bring him here. Meanwhile I will ask the girls' respective Heads of House to bring them to my office and I will escort them here once Mr Weasley has left." Minerva turned to Snape who gave nod. He finally managed to tear his eyes away from Jasmine and left the Infirmary without a word. Minerva gave another nod to both her young lions and she too left the Infirmary, in search of Ron Weasley.

Amelia came up once Minerva had left, with her two Aurors right behind her.

"What time are you wanting to leave tomorrow?" She asked.

"About 9am Madame Bones." Hermione replied. "We have a lot to do and we have no idea how long the visit to Gringotts will take, not to mention anything else."

"Very well." Amelia said, turning to Tonks and Shacklebolt who both nodded. "I understand you are both spending the rest of the week at your home Miss Granger. Would you mind if I had the address in case I need to speak to either of you before Monday?" She asked.

Hermione thought for a moment before nodding.

"I have no objection Madame Bones." Hermione replied. "But unless you come in the evenings or on Saturday or Sunday, we will be without an adult as both my Parent's work full time." She added.

Amelia gave a smile in understanding and a brief nod.

"Oh this will just be for me passing information to you rather than formally asking either of you any questions. If I need to do that I will either wait for Monday or if it is urgent, have Professor McGonagall accompany me." She replied.

At this, Hermione gave a smile before scribbling her address on a piece of parchment. She then handed it to the Head of the DMLE who took it with a nod of thanks. Then, followed by the two Aurors, Amelia left the Infirmary. Jasmine then turned to Andromeda and Poppy who were both hovering.

"Is there anything else you need to do?" She asked.

Andromeda gave a smile and shook her head.

"No Miss Potter, I've got all the scans I need. Though I am going to arrange for a Mind Healer to speak to you within the next week to see how you are adjusting. If you need any help, please do not be afraid to ask for it."

Jasmine paled at the thought of speaking to a Mind Healer, but with Hermione's hand still holding hers she managed a nod and a weak smile.

Andromeda then excused herself while Poppy came a little closer.

"I will also need to speak to you in private sometime over the next week Miss Potter." She began in a soft voice. "Before then however, I would like you to read these." She continued, handing Jasmine several small booklets. "If you have any questions, I will try to answer them, but you should wait until you have privacy as it is rather a delicate subject." She finished.

Jasmine looked at the, rather colourful, booklets and opened the first one to see what all the fuss was about. Hermione had seen the covers and remembered the rather uncomfortable discussions she had had with both her Mother and Madame Pomfry over the last year or so. This caused her to blush furiously, only to be joined by Jasmine when she realised what the booklets were all about. Poppy gave them both a small smile and left them to themselves. Hermione was the first to speak.

"Don't worry about it." She said, giving Jasmine's hand a squeeze. "All women have to go through it and I can ask Mum to speak to you about it if you want?"

Jasmine looked up at this and gave Hermione a dazzling smile.

"Really?" She asked. "I don't really know much about it, only the stories that go round the boys' dormitories. Shows how much they really know!" She added.

With an unspoken consent, the two girls put the booklets out of sight. Jasmine then decided that she needed the loo. So with Hermione's help, she made her way to the toilet. And after being reminded that she had to sit down, she managed to make it back to her bed without incident.

Jasmine had just pulled the covers over her legs when the doors opened and Professor McGonagall entered, followed by Ron Weasley. They both walked up to Jasmine's bed with the Professor hanging back to allow Ron to greet his friends. When Ron saw who was sitting in the bed, he first looked puzzled. Then his ears began to get red, indicating he was close to losing his temper.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "And what have you done with my best mate?" He added.

This anger shocked Jasmine into silence, having never seen this side to her friend before. Hermione however, had seen this side of Ron before so she glared at the Red-Head.

"Hold your tongue Ronald!" Hermione snapped. "Since you clearly don't know, I will explain it. You were told that Jas..Harry was attacked by Malfoy yesterday?" She asked.

Ron shrank back having been on the receiving end of a Hermione rampage before. He just nodded in response.

"Well as part of that attack." Hermione continued. "Harry was force fed a potion. The potion was part of a two part potion that had Harry not taken the second part, could well have killed him. The result is this." She finished indicating Jasmine.

"Huh?" Ron managed to ask, clearly not understanding.

"What she means Ron." Jasmine continued. "Is that I am the person you know as Harry Potter, though by necessity I'm not using that name any more." She added.

"Yeah right!" Ron replied. "You expect me to believe that Harry is now some Bird?" He asked in a snarky voice.

"Whether you believe it or not Mr Weasley, it is the truth." Professor McGonagall spoke up from behind him. "The young lady you see before you is the former Harry Potter, now known as Jasmine Potter." She added.

Ron went white, he had been so sure that this was a set up and now he had insulted his best friend. He looked at the red-headed girl who was smiling hopefully back at him.

"Harry?" Ron managed to say.

"It's me Ron." Jasmine replied. "Though it would be better to use the name I have chosen. Jasmine, or Jaz if you prefer." She added.

Ron still looked confused, though he had managed to lock onto the fact that Malfoy was the cause.

"Where is he?" Ron demanded. "I'll get the blond git if it's the last thing I do!"

"He has been arrested and expelled Ron." Jasmine replied gently. "But thank you for the sentiments." She added.

"No more Malfoy?" Ron asked as if he couldn't believe his luck.

"And Crabbe and Goyle as well." Hermione added. "As well as two other boys in the year above us.

"Well it sucks what happened to you." Ron said, still grinning. "But at least Malfoy won't be here to make it worse."

"It's not so bad Ron," Jasmine interrupted. "Yes I am now a girl, but I feel better that I have for a long time. I don't ache, I can see much better than before and I don't need glasses. Yes it will take some getting used to, but over all I've come out ahead. Add to the fact that Malfoy will not be returning to Hogwarts, I'm in a better place now than I have ever been."

Ron nodded, though he clearly didn't really understand. So he latched onto something else.

"Are you going to sleep in the girls' dorm?" He asked. "You'll have to tell me what it's like."

"I won't be doing that." Jasmine replied, a squeeze of her hand stopping a Hermione rant before it could start. "Not only am I a girl now so I have to behave like one, I will not be sleeping in the Gryffindor girls' dorms. Since I will need an extra level of privacy to help me adjust, Professor McGonagall has agreed to allow me and several others use of the visitors rooms. I don't know if it will be permanent, but it will be for the time being at least."

Ron looked a bit peeved at that, but another thing occurred to him.

"You'll still be playing Quidditch right?" He asked.

"Barring any other complications." Jasmine replied with a nod. "The healer from St Mungo's will check me over next week and if she gives the ok, I will be able to get on with training."

Ron gave a sigh of relief at that, his worst fear had not come to pass. At least they still had their star seeker.

"Maybe Trelawney will find something else to predict for you next lesson." He added, chuckling about the thought of confusing their teacher.

Jasmine blushed at this, before turning to Hermione. Seeing the support in the other girl's face, she turned back to Ron.

"I've changed my classes Ron." Jasmine said quietly. "I can't take any more of Trelawney's death predictions so I dropped Divination and have taken up Arithmancy and Ancient Runes." She added.

Ron looked betrayed for a moment before sighing in agreement.

"Yeah, it's crazy enough just listening to them, let alone having them done about me." He added. He then looked from one girl to the other. "D'you need me to stay?" He asked, his stomach making a loud grumble. "Only it's nearly dinner time and I'm starving."

Jasmine shook her head gently, glad he had asked to leave rather than having to be asked.

"No Ron, you get to dinner." She replied, then she thought of something else. "Your Dad was here, apparently the Minister sent him. Both your Parent's know so I expect they will be in touch. Both Hermione and I will be out of the castle until Sunday, so we'll see you for dinner then."

Ron gave a nod and with his stomach still audibly rumbling, headed out of the Infirmary, McGonagall hot on his heels.

Jasmine turned to Hermione, the smile still playing on her lips.

"Well that went better than I expected." She remarked. "But now we are alone, I was wondering if you would do me another favour?" She asked.

Hermione, remembering how much she enjoyed the last favour, nodded.

"Of course." She replied. "What do you need?" She asked.

"Well I was wondering." Jasmine continued, blushing so hard that her cheeks felt like they were on fire. "If you would be willing to kiss me again?" She asked, so softly that had Hermione not been paying close attention, she might not have heard. As it was Hermione was shocked into silence, not knowing what to say. This cause Jasmine to panic. "I mean you don't have to if you don't want to." She said, back pedalling like crazy.

This caused Hermione to come to her senses, she had really enjoyed their first kiss and had been almost afraid to hope that Jasmine would want to do it again.

"I do." Hermione replied just as quietly. "It's just I didn't think you would after you changed." She added.

"Neither did I." Jasmine almost whispered. "But I've found I at least want to do it once. If either of us don't like it, we don't have to even mention it again." She added in a slightly louder voice.

Hermione gave a nod and, with a wave of her wand, the curtains surrounding the bed closed to give them privacy. Once the curtains were closed, Hermione leaned over Jasmine and with a sudden rush of confidence, pressed her lips against the red-headed girls'.

The sensation they both felt was electric. Hermione had thought she had enjoyed the last one, but this was on a whole different level. As for Jasmine, it was all she could do to stop her brain from shutting down. Almost entirely on instinct, she wrapped her arms round the Brunette and pulled her in closer. Both girls enjoyed the sensation immensely and only separated when they needed to breathe. Hermione found herself sitting on the edge of Jasmine's bed, staring into her friend's green eyes. As for Jasmine herself, she was apparently staring into space and not focussing on anything.

"Wow!" Jasmine murmured, moving her hand across her lips that were now spread into a wide grin.

Hermione was about to say something when footsteps could be heard and the sound of a throat being cleared.

"Is everything alright?" Came the distinct voice of their Head of House.

"Yes Professor." Jasmine replied, having snapped out of her reverie. "Just give us a minute." She added.

The two girls quickly made sure they looked alright before Hermione pulled back the curtains.

Standing just on the other side were four figures. Minerva stood slightly to the front and just behind her stood three girls about their age. While Jasmine recognised Luna at once, the other two looked familiar but she would be hard pressed to say she knew them. One was tall, with long blonde hair and rather piercing blue eyes and wore Slytherin robes. The other was shorter, with flame red hair, was slightly chubby and wore robes with Hufflepuff trim. She supposed they were Daphne and Susan.

"Thank you Professor." Jasmine said with a nod to Minerva.

"You're welcome Miss Potter." Minerva replied. "Would you like me to wait? If not, I should be getting to the Great Hall."

Jasmine thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"No thank you Professor." She replied. "I don't expect any issues unless students try to invade the Infirmary to gawp at me."

"I intend to try and prevent that." She replied. "I will tell them to stay away, and Poppy will let me know if any do try." She added.

Jasmine gave her Head of House a smile and a nod, which was returned before Minerva turned and left the Infirmary.

Luna was the first to approach her.

"You look different." The little Blonde remarked in her usual dreamy way.

"I do, don't I." Jasmine replied. "Have a seat." She added, indicating to the three empty seats around her bed.

Luna sat in the seat near where she was standing, while the red-head, Susan Bones she believed, sat next to her. The other Blonde, whom she believed to be Daphne Greengrass, sat in the chair next to Hermione.

"Since I'm not sure if I have ever spoken to either you." Jasmine continued, looking at Susan and Daphne. "Why don't we do introductions so there are no confusions?"

The tall Blonde nodded and gave a small smile to the group.

"As some of you know, I am Daphne Iliana Greengrass." She said in a clear voice. "Eldest Daughter of Edward and Iliana Greengrass." She finished. She then turned to Hermione.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Jean Granger. Only child of Daniel and Emma Granger." Hermione said, just as clearly as Daphne before turning to Jasmine.

Jasmine gulped, but griping her courage with both hands, she spoke up.

"I'm Jasmine Lily Potter. Before today I was called Harry James Potter, only child of James and Lily Potter. Also known as the Boy-who-lived." She added. "How I hate that name." She finished almost under her breath. She then turned and looked at Luna, who seemed rather surprised to be included.

"Me? Well I'm Luna Pandora Lovegood. Only child of Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood." She replied, giving a sniff when she spoke her Mum's name. She then turned her silvery/grey eyes to the other red-head who spoke up a once.

"And I am Susan Katherine Bones. Daughter of Edgar and Celia Bones, and Niece to Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Susan replied slowly as she looked around the others.

"Well, for those who I have not spoken to before, pleased to meet you." Jasmine said, almost as soon as Susan had finished speaking.

"Did you know you look almost exactly like your Mother?" Daphne asked, looking directly at Jasmine.

"Professor McGonagall mentioned it." Jasmine replied. "But how did you know?" She asked, curious as to how someone she barely knew would know about her Mother.

"After we were told last night that you had been attacked, I mentioned it in the letter I sent to my Parents after dinner." Daphne replied. "My Mother wrote back to me and I got her reply this morning. In her letter, she included this." She added, taking a picture out of her robes and holding out to Jasmine, who took it.

Jasmine looked at the picture, clearly a wizarding photograph as the figures moved. It showed five girls, all about 15 or so, standing with their arms round each other and smiling at the camera. One face was instantly recognisable as not only was it practically identical to her own, but she had a photo album filled with pictures of this woman. Lily Potter, or Evans as she was then, stood in the middle of the group with two on either side. On Lily's right was a Brunette, also wearing Gryffindor robes, who looked a little familiar. On the Brunette's other side was a willowy Blonde in Ravenclaw robes who bore more than a passing resemblance to Luna. On the other side of Lily stood a girl with dark hair that Jasmine thought was black, but on second look was actually dark red, and wearing Hufflepuff robes. At the end was another Blonde, only this one was tall and stately with aristocratic features. She looked rather like Daphne and wore Slytherin robes. Jasmine looked up at Daphne.

"What's this?" She asked.

"Our Mothers were friends while they were at Hogwarts and remained so after they left." Daphne replied. "She didn't say who the others were, only their first names. From the left are Pan, Alice, Lils, Ceils and my Mother, Iliana." She said as she read out the piece from the letter.

All the other girls were leaning over to look. Both Luna and Susan let out squeaks.

"Mummy!" Was all Luna said as tears started to flow, even as she smiled.

"That's my Mum too." Added Susan, smiling and looking longingly at the picture.

"I wonder who the other girl is?" Hermione asked, the similarity of the situation they were in not lost on her.

Jasmine put her arm around Luna who was still crying, before looking up at the others.

"I know of only one person named Alice who was at school with my Mum." Jasmine said slowly as the memory came back to her.

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"Neville's Mum." Jasmine replied. "I got the impression that she was older than Mum, but I could be mistaken."

"But Neville never talks about his Parents." Hermione said with a gasp.

"I know." Jasmine replied. "I only found out last year when you had been petrified and Neville was the only person in Gryffindor, outside of Ron, who would talk to me. It was late one night, I had just come back from visiting you and we got to talking. He mentioned his parent's by name, but didn't say anything more. I assumed they were dead too."

"Not dead." Susan spoke up. "Though it is probably worse than them being dead. Just after your Parents were attacked, the Longbottom home was attacked by Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr. During the attack, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Neville's Parent's, were tortured into insanity and remain in the permanent care of St Mungo's to this day."

Jasmine winced, but then something else struck her.

"Is Barty Crouch Jr any relation to Mr Crouch, the Head of the Department of International Cooperation?" She asked.

Both Daphne and Susan nodded at this.

"Barty Jr is Mr Crouch's Son." Susan said.

"Rumour has it that Crouch senior was up for the Minister's job but as soon as his Son was labelled a Death Eater, he was quietly moved over from the DMLE to his current job. A definite move in the wrong direction." Daphne added.

Jasmine nodded in understanding, knowing that politics was an ugly business. She then held up the picture.

"Can I get a copy of this?" She asked. "It would go well in my album."

"It's for you." Daphne replied. "Mother sent me a copy too, figuring I would like one.

"Thank you." Jasmine replied. "And please, thank your Mum for me." She added.

"I will." Daphne replied with a smile.

Jasmine then turned to Luna.

"How about you Lu?" She asked. "Would you like a copy?"

At this, Luna brightened up and started to almost bounce in her seat.

"Oh yes please." She replied. "I only have one picture of Mummy and even that has gone missing, I think the Nargles took it." She added wistfully.

Jasmine's face darkened at that remark, she was about to get mad when an idea occurred to her.

"Dobby." She called out. Seconds later there was a loud pop and the elf stood at the end of her bed.

"Mistress calls Dobby?" The elf asked.

"Yes Dobby. Do you know who I am?" She asked.

"You is like the Great Harry Potter, but also different. Is this what you was meaning when you said you would not be Harry anymore?" The elf asked.

"That's right Dobby. My name is now Jasmine. I need you to do something for me."

"Of course." Dobby replied. "What is Mistress wanting?"

"I need you to find some things for me." Jasmine replied. "This is my friend Luna, some of her things have gone missing and I would like you to find them. Can you do it?"

"If Mistress tells me what they are, Dobby can find them." The elf replied.

"We'll make you a list." Jasmine replied. "But for now, I want you to find a picture." She turned to Luna. "What does it look like?" She asked.

"It's a large picture, about the size of a book, in a silver frame. It shows my Mummy on her own, just after she left Hogwarts and just before she married Daddy." Luna replied.

Dobby nodded and popped away.

"Where did you get a House Elf?" Daphne asked, clearly shocked.

"He used to belong to the Malfoy's. But after seeing his treatment, I tricked them into freeing him." Jasmine replied. "Then, this morning, Madame Pomfry suggested I bond with him. I asked him if he wanted to and he agreed, I figured it would be good for us both."

Daphne nodded, a smirk on her lips. Jasmine looked around and saw Susan also looking rather longingly at the picture.

"Would you like a copy too Susan?" She asked.

"Yes please." The rather shy girl replied. "I don't have many pictures of my Parents."

Jasmine turned to Daphne.

"Do you think your Mum would send another two copies of the picture if we asked her?" She asked the Blonde.

"I expect so." Daphne replied. "I think she would be pleased that I am getting to know the Daughters of her old friends." She paused. "My Mum is the only one of that group who escaped the war relatively unscathed." She added wistfully.

The group sat there in silence for a while before Daphne stirred herself.

"Professor McGonagall told me you are leaving the Castle for the rest of the week. Is that true?" She asked.

Both Hermione and Jasmine nodded.

"We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning." Hermione replied. "Jasmine needs to go to Gringotts and go shopping for some new clothes. We're then meeting my Parents and spending the rest of the week at my house. We'll be returning to Hogwarts on Sunday evening." She finished.

Daphne nodded at this.

"I'll owl you a copy of all the assignments you miss for the rest of the week." She replied. "Have you got all your classwork covered Jasmine?" She asked, realising that the girl at the centre of this took classes that she didn't.

"I have, thank you Daphne." Jasmine replied. "I'm dropping Divination and taking Runes and Arithmancy instead. I'll be picking up the books tomorrow as well." She added.

Daphne gave a smile.

"Good. I wondered why you took that class."

"I wondered myself about 5 minutes after entering it for the first time. That's what I get for letting Ron talk me into a so-called easy class. Not only does Trelawney creep me out with her death predictions for me, but I've never had a class where I basically have to make everything up!" Jasmine responded.

This caused the other four to giggle and Hermione patted Jasmine on the arm.

"If you're shopping for supplies tomorrow, make sure you get a good quality rune carving kit." Daphne added. "The full size kit is the best one. You might not use everything this year, but you'll be prepared for when you do." She paused. "Also, I've noticed that you have problems with Potions?" She asked.

This remark caused Jasmine's face to cloud over.

"It's not the class, but the teacher!" Jasmine almost snarled.

"What do you mean?" Daphne asked. "I know he favours his own house, but he's usually fair when it comes to grading potions and marking homework."

"Unless your name is Potter!" Jasmine replied. "Do you remember our first Potions lesson?" She asked the Blonde.

Daphne nodded, wondering what Jasmine was getting at.

"I was new to the magical world, having only known about it for about a month." She replied, holding up her hand when it seemed like both Susan and Daphne wanted to interrupt. "I had been looking forward to Potions as it seemed to be like a mixture of cooking and chemistry, from what I could gather from the books anyway. I enter the class and the first thing that happens is Snape singling me out and asking me questions that were either above our year or not due to be covered until the end of the year. When I didn't know the answers, he made sarcastic remarks about my fame. Something I knew very little about at the time." She paused. "I later found out that Snape and my Father knew each other when they attended here as pupils. It seems there was a series of altercations between the pair and my Father bested Snape, at least in the ones I know about."

"Oh their enmity was legendary." Daphne replied. "My Mother told me stories of James Potter humiliating Professor Snape. It was by no means one sided though." She added. "Professor Snape gave as good as he got. Your Mother used to get caught in the middle. She was a friend of Professor Snape's since before they arrived here and it rankled him that James Potter pursued her with vigour." She paused again. "Maybe now you look like you Mother, Professor Snape will not connect you with your Father so much." She added. "Anyway, getting back on topic, do you have a copy of Durget's Principles of Potions or Abercrombie's Potions: Back to Basics?" She asked.

Jasmine shook her head before looking at Hermione, who was also shaking her head.

"Well I would pick them up from Florish and Blotts tomorrow then." Daphne continued. "My Father has been in the potions business for over 20 years and still swears by those two books. Also, get a more advanced kit if you can. That way you can get some practice in outside class. Do you have a potions lab in Gryfindor tower?"

Jasmine had no idea, so she looked at Hermione again. The Brunette looked puzzled.

"Slytherin has their own potions lab?" Hermione asked.

"We have one too!" Luna spoke up. "It's off the main common room in Ravenclaw tower." She added.

"There's one just off the Hufflepuff common room as well." Susan spoke up. "Not many use it, but it's available to all who don't misuse it."

"I've never heard of one in Gryfindor tower." Hermione remarked.

"We'd better speak to Professor McGonagall and see." Jasmine said. "Either that or ask the twins. They know almost every inch of this castle and if there is a Gryfindor potions lab, they will know about it."

Hermione nodded, agreeing with what Jasmine said. The Weasley twins knew the most about the castle than anyone else she could think of.

Jasmine was about to speak up when there was a pop and Dobby appeared, clutching a silver framed wizarding photograph. He handed it to Jasmine. Jasmine immediately showed it to Luna.

"Is this the picture?" She asked.

Luna took one look at the picture, cried out and began hugging it. This gave Jasmine her answer.

"Thank you Dobby." She said. "Could you bring us some dinner?" She asked. "Do you want to join us?" She asked the others. Receiving nods, she turned back to elf. "Dinner for five please." She added.

Dobby nodded, popping away.

Dobby soon returned with several heavily laden trays floating behind him. The five girls tucked in, talking about various things while they ate.