A/N: I had to rewrite this entire chapter because I got confused over the timeline, since I was thinking that Harry woke up on Monday afternoon, slept until the End of Term feast which was a good night's sleep. So, I decided that Harry must have woken up on Sunday afternoon. I got inspired by a subplot for Year 2 by TheBooksAreBetterThanTheMovies so I had to add that in there.

Also, I apologize for any choppiness that will appear in this chapter.

Jasmine woke up, feeling disoriented in the hospital wing. She noticed Lisa, who was looking quite stoic, was putting a few packages of Chocolate Frogs and a box of Chocoballs on her beside table. She noticed that there was a card in front of the pile of sweets. She looked over to see a pile of sweets forming on Harry's bedside table, too.

She looked back at Lisa. She asked, "Lisa?"

Lisa looked startled, "Oh. You're awake." She seemed relieved, "I thought you were going to be out longer." She looked at Harry and sat down in the chair next to Jasmine's bed. "I was feeling terrible, lately."

"Why?" Jasmine asked.

"I would've gone with you, just in case, but I didn't want to risk it," Lisa explained. "I'm sure that the Invisibility Cloak wouldn't be able to hide five people, anyway. I would've slowed everything down."

Jasmine looked at her, "You wouldn't have slowed everything down."

Lisa shrugged, and grabbed a Chocolate Frog. She played with the packaging. "I'm glad that you're all right. I don't know what I would do if you died."

"Well, I'm not going to die," Jasmine said. "I won't allow it."

Lisa chuckled and picked up a card. "Roger Davis, Duncan Inglebee, and Jason Samuels made you a get-well soon card."

Jasmine took the card and looked at it. She opened the card and to see a Bludger circling the hoops. She looked at the card and put it to the side. "That's nice of them."

Lisa looked at her. "What happened in the chamber is all over the school."

Jasmine frowned, "What day is it?"

"It's Saturday evening," Lisa said.

"Oh," Jasmine replied.

Madam Pomfrey walked over. "All right, visiting hours are over, Miss Potter needs to rest, Miss Turpin."

Jasmine looked at Madam Pomfrey, "But…I am resting. See, I'm lying down."

Madam Pomfrey gave a small smile, "All right, fine. Five more minutes." She walked over to check on Harry.

Jasmine looked at Lisa. Lisa started, "Don't be surprised if you come in the common room and everyone starts asking questions. Word spread on what happened down in the chamber with You-Know-Who."

"Oh," Jasmine replied, glancing at the entrance to the hospital wing. She half-expected Ashy Voldemort to burst through the door at any moment. "What are they saying?"

"They're saying that the Potter twins had defeated You-Know-Who, again," Lisa stated.

Jasmine looked at Harry again. "Harry was the one who defeated Vo- I mean You-Know-Who. That's why I was barely in the history books."

"Well, either way, you defeated You-Know-Who," Lisa replied. Jasmine looked at Harry's bed and Lisa looked over her shoulder at him. "Is he going to be okay?"

"He'll be fine. He's going to wake up," Jasmine stated firmly.

Lisa nodded, "I think fighting You-Know-Who in the chamber is going to make you more popular. I can't wait to see Parkinson and Malfoy's face when you enter the Great Hall."

Jasmine smiled at the thought.

Madam Pomfrey walked up to them. "You had your five minutes; Miss Potter really needs her rest."

Lisa stood up, "See you tomorrow, then."

Jasmine nodded at her, "See you tomorrow." Lisa left and Jasmine lay back on the bed and glanced at the door.

The next morning, Jasmine woke up in the infirmary again and looked at Harry's bed. She got up and walked over to sit in the chair next to his bed. He was still unconscious. If she was right, he was out for two days. She grabbed Harry's hand with her right hand. It was still warm and she sniffled.

"You got to wake up. You can't leave me," Jasmine told Harry's body. "You're my…my right-hand man." She held up her left hand. "Literally, I write with my left. You write with your right hand. Therefore you're my right-hand man." She grinned and then frowned again. "I'm sorry…for not being able to protect you better in the chamber. I'm sorry, for…"

She trailed off and thought about it. "Sorry for…not being protective enough. If Voldemort's still out there, I'm going to be ready for him. I'm going to be smarter, faster, and stronger than him. I'm going to make sure that Voldemort will regret the day he decided to mess with the Potter Twins."

Jasmine wasn't sure how much time had passed since she sat there, staring at the entrance, waiting for Voldemort. She had her feet on the chair, and gripping her wand with both hands, waiting. Dumbledore had been walking in regularly, he would smile at her, and then watch over Harry for a little bit, and then leave.

This, time instead of Dumbledore, it was Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan walked in, with sweets.

"Hello, Jasmine," the three Gryffindors chorused together.

She nodded at them. "Neville…" She trailed off, looking at the other two boys. "—Dean and Seamus?"

"I told you that she will remember our names," Dean whispered to Seamus.

The three Gryffindors placed their sweets on the bedside.

"All three of us are very sorry about what happened to Harry," Seamus stated, looking at Jasmine and then at Harry.

"Thank you. He's going to be fine." Jasmine said, looking at Harry before looking at the three boys.

"Do you know when he will wake up?" Neville asked.

"Madam Pomfrey told me sometime on Saturday morning that he will wake up in a few days," Jasmine explained, and looked at Harry again. She looked at the entrance to the hospital wing.

"That's good to know," Dean said, sounding ecstatic. "You must be happy at the thought."

Jasmine nodded, "Yes."

"Are you going to come to breakfast?" Seamus asked.

"Maybe later," Jasmine stated.

Neville frowned, "How about lunch?"

"Maybe," the Potter girl replied.

"We'll see you round then." Dean said sounding slightly confused.

Jasmine nodded, "See you round." The three Gryffindors left the hospital wing, slightly confused.

She wasn't sure how much time passed, but Fred and George Weasley showed up. Fred was holding a pile of sweets that seemed like he robbed half of a sweets shoppe and George was holding a toilet seat. Jasmine couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Hey, Jazzy, we see that you're still sitting vigilant at Harry's bedside," Fred stated.

"Keeping a lookout for old You-Know-Who?" George asked.

"He's still out there." Jasmine stated and looked at the toilet seat. "What's with the toilet seat?"

George grinned, "Oh, we're sure Harry would find it amusing."

Jasmine wasn't sure, but maybe he would.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing carrying that toilet seat around? It's unhygienic," Madam Pomfrey demanded, walking over to the Weasley twins.

"Come on, it's a joke, Pomfrey," Fred said.

Jasmine had to watch Madam Pomfrey and George wrestle for the toilet seat. Jasmine couldn't help but find it slightly amusing.

"Any news on when Harry will wake up?" Fred asked, unloading the pile of sweets on the bedside table. Jasmine repeated what she told Neville, Dean, and Seamus. "We're very sorry about what to Harry."

Jasmine nodded, "Thanks." She watched as Madam Pomfrey managed to take the toilet seat from George and carried it off, looking slightly disgusted.

"Hey, George," Fred called over.

George walked over. "What is it, Fred?"

"Do you think Jazzy should abandon her post and come to lunch?" Fred asked.

George looked at Jasmine. "Well, yes, yes I do." He grabbed Jasmine's arm with his. "Come on, Jazzy. Let's get you fed so you can come back and sit vigilant by Harry's bedside as long as you please."

Fred took Jasmine's other arm. "Come on, Jazzy. George and I, being the dutiful older brothers you wish you had, will take you to get some food."

Jasmine stated, "But—"

"No buts," George said. "You're getting some food."

Together, they led her out of the hospital wing and to the Great Hall. When they entered the Great Hall, the Weasley twins led her over to the Ravenclaw table where Lisa and Craig were sitting.

"We believe that this young Ravenclaw belongs to you two." Fred said, making Jasmine sit down in between Lisa and Craig.

"Yes, make sure she eats because I'm positive she hasn't had anything to eat besides sweets," George said. "She needs her strength to continue sitting vigilantly at Harry's bedside."

"We'll make sure," Lisa said.

With that, the Weasley twins marched away.

"Even the great Doctor Strange needs to eat to protect the world from the Fear Lords," Craig stated.

Jasmine figured that Craig had a point; even Doctor Strange needed to eat at some point so he would be able to defeat Nox and Nightmare. She gathered some food and started to eat.

After lunch, she went back to the hospital wing, to sit beside Harry.

When Madam Pomfrey tried to prompt her to go to bed, Jasmine declined, saying that Harry was her brother, she should be there, but it was a lost battle, so she had to go back up to the Ravenclaw common room to go to sleep.

On Sunday morning, Craig and Lisa dragged her down to eat breakfast with them. While they were seated at the table, Jasmine took some toast and bacon.

"Since I'm almost finished with Heaven's Demons, I was thinking that all three of us should write a graphic novel together," Craig said.

Lisa looked surprised, "What are you going to call it?"

Craig shrugged, "I don't have a name. I was thinking that you might have some input on it, if we're going to work on it together."

Jasmine thought that it sounded like fun. "I'm onboard with you."

Lisa nodded, "Me too."

"Great," Craig said, looking happy.

"Dark Days sounds like a good title," Lisa said.

"Darkest Days," Jasmine replied.

"I was thinking Days of Darkness," Craig said. He took out a piece of parchment and started to write the title suggestions.

"Bringing Darkness," Jasmine offered, feeling giddy at the thought.

"Bringing the Darkness," Lisa offered.

Jasmine nodded, "That sounds good."

"Yes, I think that works," Craig stated.

"To Bringing the Darkness," they chorused together and clanked their goblets of pumpkin juice together, causing some to dribble out.

Jasmine couldn't help but notice that Malfoy and Parkinson were looking over at them, probably wondering what they were celebrating, since Ravenclaw wasn't in first place for the House Cup.

Together, the three Ravenclaws planned out the story. It took place in a castle like Hogwarts during a stormy night. It had ghosts on it, and a group of villains was hiding out somewhere in the castle. Granted, they were putting the rough in rough draft, so it was still subject to change certain things.

It was then that Jasmine realized that she didn't visit Harry when she crawled into bed that night. She felt bad, but she was positive that Madam Pomfrey won't allow her to visit him.

On Monday morning, Jasmine ran into the hospital wing to see Harry, but was surprised to see that Hagrid was leaving, looking like he had been crying. She frowned and walked in the hospital wing to see Harry sitting up, looking slightly speechless.

She was relieved and she ran over to him. "Harry!" She hugged him tightly, causing him to groan. "I'm so glad that you're up." She sat down on the bed, to look at Harry.

Harry patted her back. "Hermione and Ron told me that you were busy with something called Bringing the Darkness and that's why you weren't there when I woke up."

"Oh, Craig, Lisa, and I are collaborating on a graphic novel. We were putting the rough in rough draft." Jasmine explained and noticed that Harry had a book next to him. "What's that?"

"Hagrid gave me this photo album. It has pictures of our parents," Harry explained. He opened the photo album to show a picture of their parents, each holding a baby. It looked like their mother was holding Jasmine, judging from the red tint to her hair. Their mother was even wearing the charm bracelet that Jasmine currently wore. It looked like their dad was holding Harry, coming from the black hair.

There was another picture where their dad was holding Jasmine up. She was wearing a blue onesie, Jasmine can tell by the red tint and their dad was making her wave to the camera, as they were standing in front of some sort of fountain. There was a picture of their mother holding Harry too.

Seeing the pictures was heart-breaking and Jasmine longed to be with their parents. She tried to imagine their mother giving her the charm bracelet before boarding the Hogwarts Express. She sniffled and wiped at the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

"It's okay, Jazz," Harry said.

"We just never knew what they were like," Jasmine said. "I wonder what it would've been like if they were alive."

"I would've had my own room," Harry murmured, lost in thought. Jasmine was sure that he was thinking of what it would be like to have his own room.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I wonder what they would've been like. Would they be strict like the Dursleys or more laid-back?"

Harry looked at the photo album. "I think Dad would be more laid-back, because he used The Invisibility Cloak to sneak off to the kitchens. Mom seems like the type to be strict, but not overly strict like Aunt Petunia."

Jasmine looked at the photos and nodded. "I think she would've been, but she seems like she has a sense of humour, so she would've let things go."

"I think she did," Harry said.

Madam Pomfrey walked over, "All right, Miss Potter. I allowed you to have five minutes with Mr Potter, but he really needs his rest."

Jasmine started, "But—"

"No buts," Madam Pomfrey replied.

Jasmine nearly groaned, but she left the room anyway.

Jasmine trudged downstairs to the Great Hall with Craig and Lisa. She really wasn't ready to see Slytherin gloat over their House Cup victory.

When they opened the Great Hall doors, the first thing they saw was the huge banner of the Slytherin serpent behind the High Table. There were green and silver silks lining the walls.

The three sat down in their usual spots. Strangely, it seemed kind of grim inside, despite it being the end of the term feast.

Jasmine looked around, but Professor Dumbledore hasn't appeared yet.

She got a strange knot in her stomach. She suddenly wished that she didn't have to go back to Number 4 Privet Drive. She looked at the empty plates.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asked, sounding worried.

Jasmine nodded, not trusting herself to look up; afraid she might burst into tears.

The Great Hall doors opened and Jasmine didn't look up.

"I see Harry's up and well. Oh, he's waving," Lisa stated.

Jasmine forced herself together and she looked up. She waved at Harry who went to sit with Hermione and Ron. Jasmine said, "I think we should name a character, Roxanne."

She didn't want to think about leaving Hogwarts yet. She still had a few days after all and the exam results hadn't been released yet. From what she heard, they were being released on Wednesday; Friday was the train ride back; and she still had to pack up her belongings.

Dumbledore walked in and everything went silent. He went up to the High Table. He said, cheerfully, "Another year gone! And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are a little fuller than they were…you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two."

Slytherin table erupted into cheers and stomps.

"Yes, yes, will done, Slytherin." Dumbledore interrupted and everything went silent again. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

"Is it just me, or did everything just go silent?" Lisa whispered to Jasmine.

"It did," Jasmine whispered back.

"I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…First to Mr Ronald Weasley…For the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor House fifty-points," Dumbledore said.

Jasmine felt her face heat up at the thought of that night. "Oh, it's for that night." She clapped for Ron anyway.

"Second, to Miss Hermione Granger…for the use of cool logic and intellect under pressure, I award Gryffindor House fifty points," Dumbledore stated.

It seemed like Gryffindor House was getting antsy. Jasmine didn't blame them, she was getting antsy as well.

"Third…to Mr Harry Potter," Dumbledore stated, and the room went deadly still. "For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House sixty points."

There was a commotion because Gryffindor and Slytherin were now tied with four hundred and seventy-two points.

Dumbledore raised his hand and the room went quiet. He continued, "Fourth…to Miss Jasmine Potter…for showing great determination and loyalty when everything turned against her. I award Ravenclaw House sixty points."

The Ravenclaw table erupted in cheers and feet stomping. They outdid Slytherin by fourteen points.

Dumbledore raised his hand and everything went silent again. "There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award twenty points to Mr Neville Longbottom."

There was thunderous applause from Gryffindor table and for a second, Jasmine thought an explosion erupted over the table.

With that, the decorations turned scarlet and gold, for Gryffindor House.

Jasmine noticed that Malfoy and Parkinson both looked stunned. In a way, she felt bad for Slytherin for having their victory stolen away from them. She wasn't sure how to feel about her sixty points. She was trying to run away but slipped in a pile of drool. She didn't really show determination and loyalty in the chamber. She just wanted to protect Harry from getting killed by Voldemort. She surely didn't want Voldemort to come back to life and kill more people. Did that really warrant that many points?

"What are you thinking about?" Craig asked looking at Jasmine.

"I just…" Jasmine trailed off. She looked at the food and grabbed some. She might as well enjoy the food while it lasts, before heading back to Number 4.

Either way, she did have some fun with feast.

On Tuesday, Jasmine looked over the Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection to find any spells that might somewhat protect Harry from Voldemort.

In between readings, Jasmine was helping out Craig and Lisa plan for their graphic novel. The three of them agreed that the title can be changed, but to what, they weren't sure. It was a work in progress, after all.

On Wednesday morning, at breakfast, Professor Flitwick handed out the exam results. Jasmine took her piece of parchment, which had her full name on it: Jasmine Lily Potter.

She looked at Lisa's which had: Lisa Valentina Turpin.

Craig's had: Craig Kyle Strange.

"On three, we open them up together," Jasmine said and took a deep breath, "Three."

The parchment was opened and Jasmine looked at her results and her rank.

Class Rank: 4th

"I think I managed to pass all my classes," Jasmine said.

She looked at Lisa's rank which was five and she looked at Craig's rank which was two.

"I think I know who got number one." Craig said, glancing over at Hermione, who looked back at him.

She had a feeling that their little academic rivalry might start over in year two.

"Fourth isn't that bad," Lisa said.

"I wonder who came in third so I can crush them next term," Jasmine stated looking around.

When Friday morning came, it was hectic. It involved a lot of packing and goodbyes, because they were going to the Hogwarts Express to go back home.

Jasmine did pack her stuff up on Thursday. In the common room, Professor Flitwick passed out notes warning them not to use magic over the summer. Jasmine looked it over and thought that maybe the Dursleys didn't have to know about them not being allowed to use magic, which would make the summer holidays more bearable. Although, she had to consider that Aunt Petunia had a witch for a sister, so maybe Aunt Petunia knew that they couldn't use magic outside of Hogwarts?

On the boat ride to the station, Jasmine got seasick, although Lisa and Craig tried to distract with plans for their upcoming graphic novel.

On the train ride to King's Cross station, the three Ravenclaws continued to plan. They agreed that it should take place in a castle like Hogwarts, the focus would be on the villains, and a few characters were called: Sandra, Roxanne, Eliza, Connor, Thomas, and Jeffery. Craig drew the characters out and they agreed to owl each other with more plans and updates on it.

After leaving the train, Jasmine and Harry meet up with trolleys.

"Do you think the Dursleys showed up?" Jasmine asked, unsure.

Harry shrugged, "Beats me."

They got to the gate and Jasmine looked at the barrier. She asked, "Together?"

"Always," Harry replied.

Together, they ran through the barrier into, what Jasmine figured, was going to be the worst summer ever.

A/N: I figure that since Harry's name is Harry James Potter, I decided that Jasmine's middle name would be Lily because James gave his name to his son, so why not have Lily give her name to her daughter, too? Well, that and Jasmine Lily seems to roll off the tongue better.

Also, the title of their graphic novel will be changed once I figure out something better.