Hello again.

YatsuKat here with another story. This time, it's Harry Potter with an influence from a few other places, with the key influences showing up this chapter. As final note for the moment, I have no idea as to why I felt compelled to start this one. I just ended up doing so.

Don't own Harry Potter.

Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker

"Professor McGonagall, are you certain this is the place?"

"This is where the address indicated, Amelia."

A red-headed woman in a business suit and an elderly lady wearing robes, were staring at an abandoned two-story warehouse located around the edge of London docks that had a small grove of trees beside it. It brought worry to them as they took stock of of the broken windows and peeling dull paint. The lock on the doors didn't concern them all that much.

"Well, we won't be able to do anything just standing here." Amelia said, walking forward and knocking on the door.

"Hello?" a somewhat groggy childish female voice echoed out from a second story window.

"Jasmine Potter?" she called out in response.

"Oh? Customers?" the voice was awake now. The lock on the door disappeared and the door opened. "Come on in."

The inside was dark, but they had come this far. They needed answers. Right after walking through, the door closed and the lights came on, revealing that the inside of the building wasn't as bad as the outside. Albeit not what they expected for a young girl at all.

The lights were florescent/spectral blue while the walls were painted various shades of silver and the pillars were purple. The far part of the floor was covered by red velvet carpeting, with a mahogany table and three chairs surrounding it on top. Above was a balcony that they just saw enough of to identify it as a living space, with a stack of boxes leading up to there.

Just then, a young girl with purple tinted black hair, pale green eyes, and gray tinted skin, wearing a dark white cloth draped over her shoulder that covered her chest and a dark white pair of briefs. She had a stuffed wolf draped in her arm.

"Hello." She smiled at them innocently.

"Miss Potter?" Amelia asked to clarify.

"Yep! Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker." the girl chirped.

"We'd like to speak with you." Amelia explained their reason for being there. "I am Amelia Bones and this is Professor McGonagall."

Jasmine blankly stared before leaning her head towards the stuffed wolf. "Huh? What's that, Moony? A magic cop and teacher?"

Amelia and Professor McGonagall raised eyebrows, taking her actions with a grain of salt, but still concerned about the girl. The attitude, the look, the location, it was raising red flags with both women.

Jasmine picked her head back up and spoke. "I'll be right down for my letter. Need my work clothes."

She clapped her hands together, causing a tray of cookies and sandwiches alongside three cups to appear on the table on the ground floor. She then went back out of sight.

Not having anything better to really do, the two woman sat down at the table, finding the cups to have tea in them and the food being chocolate chip cookies and tuna salad sandwiches that all tasted quite good.

A few minutes later, they heard Jasmine climbing down the boxes. Turning, they saw her now with her hair up in a ponytail, wearing crimson leggings that curved a bit below the waist in the front, black slippers that sparkled, and a sleeveless midriff vest that was partway open and showing her to be an early bloomer. Her attire was completed with a silver scarf around her neck and her stuffed wolf in her arms.

She sat in the last chair and picked up a cookie as she spoke. "Moony told me you had a letter for me?"

Professor McGonagall pulled it out of her robes and placed it on the table in front of the girl. "This is your acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of which I am a teacher at. My subject is Transfiguration, which is changing one thing into another."

"And I am Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Amelia told Jasmine.

"I'm Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker." Jasmine said.

"We know. You already said." Amelia told her, getting the girl to blink.

"Oh yeah." She stared before taking a look at the letter.

"We do have a few questions, like you might have a few of your own." Amelia said.

"Eh, not really." Jasmine said. "This answers why I have powers and made it here in the first place."

"Yeah, about that," Amelia asked. "why exactly are you here anyways?"

Jasmine tilted her head. "I don't know...all I remember was falling, a lot of water, and then waking up here with nothing but my name."

Professor McGonagall gasped, but Jasmine continued. "Oh well, if I'm not meant to know, then I won't worry about it. Although I do recall some strange pretty light that was used by a rather mean man. Do you know anything about that?"

That caught both women by surprise. She remembered at least something from the night she lost her parents?

"Yes, we do." Professor McGonagall responded. "About ten years ago, when you were just a baby, you and your parents were attacked by that 'mean man.' No one is really sure why he did, but it happened."

"Did he miss me or something?" Jasmine asked, only for Professor McGonagall to shake her head.

"That's the strangest part. He tried to kill you, yet for some reason didn't. No one really knows how it was possible." She said.

Jasmine suddenly leaned to the stuffed wolf again. When she focused on the women again, she asked confusedly, "Was I the only one that made it out intact?"

When she got a nod, she continued. "Then how did anyone really know about any of it?"

Professor McGonagall was about to speak, but went silent upon thinking about it. How did people learn about the incident in the first place?

Amelia quickly stepped in. "You've given us food for thought, Ms. Potter, but it isn't so easily answered I'm afraid. But there is one other thing that people learned from that day. You were said to have a scar in the shape of lightning bolt on your forehead."

While Professor McGonagall was talking, Amelia noticed that said mark wasn't there, and wanted to know how it was so.

Jasmine looked up at her forehead. "I did?"

So she apparently lost it when she nearly drowned. Amelia thought before getting her attention again. "Never mind. I think we should get back to the main reason we came here today. While the letter says that you've been accepted, doesn't mean that you are obl-"

"I accept." Jasmine cut in. "Although I'm going to be coming back here at night to keep with my job. Don't want to disappoint any other customers."

"Speaking of your job," said Amelia, curious about it. "mind describing it for us?"

"Sure!" The girl chirped. "Got a desire? Got something you want to play with or keeping someone from playing with? I can make your wishes all come true."

"Mind giving a demonstration?" Amelia asked. When Jasmine agreed, she was silent for a moment before she said, "I wish to see the betrayer of the Potters."

"Wish granted." Jasmine said, clapping her hands then slapping them on the table. A circle appeared on the table as the food and drink disappeared. As an image appeared in it, Professor McGonagall and Amelia Bones expected to see a man in prison. However, neither expected to see a red-haired boy holding a rat near a woman both recognized.

"Molly Weasley?" Professor McGonagall wondered out loud, only for Jasmine to surprise her again with,

"Why is it saying a rat is the 'bee-tray-er?'"

XXXXX

"So how was the trip, Minerva?"

That was the first thing she heard when she came through the floo into Dumbledore's office, where the other Hogwarts teachers were waiting for her.

She sat down and seemed to stare at her hands for a bit, unnerving her fellow employees some.

"What have we done to her?" She asked herself, confusing them.

"Pardon?" a rather diminutive man asked.

"Jasmine Potter." She said, widening everyone's eyes. "If I didn't mishear, she drowned thanks to the Dursleys, but somehow lived."

Another man in the room, this time in all black with what most see as rather greasy hair, sneered. "Impossible."

"Never said she survived intact, though." Minerva quipped. "She's...changed. And not necessarily in a good way. It...isn't quite easy to describe, just know for sure that if she finds out her past, and all that was done to her...I don't think we'll survive."

"Now, I don't think it's that drastic, Minerva." Dumbledore said, only to get a deadpan stare from the woman.

"She could use magic and has Avada Kedavra green eyes that just seemed to stare through you. And that's the least of it physically." She said, catching them all off guard.

Just what exactly happened?

"I also promised her to take her through Diagon Alley tomorrow." She continued. "Right alongside Ms. Granger."

"Would you like any of us to join you?" the smaller man asked.

Minerva shook her head. "I'd rather not risk a potential problem. I'll go alone."

Although a small part of her mind thought about keeping it a secret, but she didn't notice it herself.

"Doesn't mean you can't observe from a distance, Filius." Dumbledore suggested, eyes twinkling.

Minerva then remembered something. "By the way, she did bring up something that rather interesting."

"And what might that be?" Dumbledore asked, curious, only to have Minerva stare pointedly at him.

"If Jasmine was the only survivor that night ten years ago," Minerva asked. "then how come everyone knew what happened as though she told someone about it?"

The old man's eyes lost their twinkle upon hearing that.

XXXXX

Minerva was note entirely looking forward to how the trip would go upon her return to Jasmine's warehouse home.

For starters, Dumbledore didn't give any reason she could give Jasmine should she ask. Then there was how Filius, let alone the rest of the Wizarding World, will handle what the girl has now become.

Not to mention how the Grangers will fare. She thought right before she knocked on the door. However, unlike the day before, Jasmine's voice came from the water. "Professor Miggy! You're back!"

The woman turned in time to see the girl running up from under the water. She was dressed just like she was yesterday, stuffed wolf included. Surprisingly enough, she was as dry as if she wasn't just underwater.

"Are you here to take me to that Alley place?" Jasmine asked.

Minerva nodded. "Yes. We'll be meeting up with family that have a girl about your age that'll become one of your future classmates at Hogwarts."

"Yay! A new friend!" The girl exclaimed, managing to get a smile from the woman.

"We'll be meeting them at a place called Starbucks." Minerva told her. Though I have no idea why it's called that.

Jasmine tilted her head. "You mean that green place up the river with that woman in a picture?"

At Minerva's nod, she smiled. "I know that place! I can take us there!"

She pulled Minerva towards the water, getting her concerned. But the moment Jasmine's foot touched the water, she fell into the water as though she stepped on an edge, disappearing. Minerva was caught off guard long enough to be pulled right behind her, and somehow walked out into another part of London, with Starbucks just a block or so away.

A right in front was a man, a woman, and a young girl with bushy brown hair, and they were looking around as though waiting for them.

Jasmine looked to Minerva. "That them?"

Minerva nodded. "The girl is Hermione Granger, and her parents are Dan and Emma Granger. They'll be joining us on this trip."

Jasmine then skipped over to meet them officially, catching their attention.

"Hello! I'm Jasmine." She called out as she came up to their slack faces. When she didn't get a response, she tilted her head. "You okay?"

Little did she notice, but they weren't the only ones that were staring at her. Practically everyone was, especially considering she wasn't doing anything to remotely hide her coloring or her eyes. Not to mention her clothes and her toy.

Minerva cleared her throat, bringing them back to the task at hand. "Don't you think we should be on our way?"

"Sure." The parents said hesitantly.

"This way, then." Minerva walked off, the four right behind her, with Jasmine hummed a somewhat haunting to herself as she smiled all the way.

"So..." Hermione began after a bit. "I'm Hermione Granger."

"I know. Professor Miggy told me when we got here." Jasmine chirped. "I'm Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker."

"'Wish Maker?'" Hermione asked.

"I can make any wish come true." Jasmine told her, then stared cutely at her. "I won't do any mean wishes though, so don't ask me."

Hermione blushed in embarrassment as she tried to placate Jasmine, only for the girl to notice their apparent destination and completely forget about the little moment. "'The Leak-y Cold-run?'"

"The Leaky Cauldron, Ms. Potter." Minerva corrected. "And this is our destination. But first, I wish that the five of us could go in without anyone noticing."

"Wish granted." Jasmine said, clapping her hands. A flash later, and no one was staring at them even remotely. "We're free to go."

"Thank you, Ms. Potter. Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger, if you'd please hold onto one of us. It should help allow you in with us." said Minerva.

Dan took hold of Hermione's hand while Jasmine took hold of Emma's hand. As the girl smiled at her and led her in, Emma started getting past her bizarre appearance and started liking her as the little girl she was.

Once inside, she couldn't help but giggle a bit as Jasmine shown childish disgust at the place. "Ew! What a dump!"

"I beg your pardon?!" a somewhat elderly male voice from the counter called out, having heard what she said.

"Sorry, Tom." Minerva apologized, standing between them. "She grew up in the muggle world, and didn't know about this establishment."

"But wouldn't it be better to have a nicer place for new people to come to?" Jasmine wondered out loud. "What if that Alley place is just as bad, if not worse?"

Minerva stopped as she thought about that, before sighed. "I understand your questions, but not many actually think like that I'm afraid, so you won't exactly be able to find anyone that would publicly agree with you."

Jasmine pouted as the man demanded, "Professor McGonagall, just who is she?"

"Jasmine Potter, Wish Maker." Jasmine told him. "And I wish you were being a lot nicer about help!"

A flash later, and the man was walking away in thought.

Shaking her head, Minerva explained who the man was. "That was Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. And as indicated by his surprisingly strange attitude just then, select few truly care about anything beyond what magic can do."

Jasmine's pout grew. "That's silly. So much fun with both sides joining in."

Minerva just stuck to leading them out into the back, where a small space with a crate was located. She then drew her wand and lightly tapped a section of the wall there. It opened to reveal an archway, which immediately made Jasmine forget her annoyance for awe.

"WOW!" She proclaimed, wide-eyed.

Minerva let out a small chuckle as she lead them through and beyond.

Jasmine tried to stare at everything, had to be dragged along by Hermione to keep her from falling behind.

Unfortunately, it wasn't to last, because once they got to a big marble building labeled 'Gringotts' they met up with Molly Weasley's scream of, "Sweet Merlin, what happened to you child?!"

See the woman rush forward, Jasmine cried out "Eek!" and ran behind Dan and Emma, forcing Molly to stop moving forward.

"Back off, woman!" Dan barked for extra measure. "You're scaring her!"

"But..." she trailed off upon seeing how Jasmine's eyes were trembling as they peeked out at her. She was saved by Amelia showing up and catching Jasmine's attention.

"Ms. Bones!" She said, smiling at the woman as she came out into the open.

"Ms. Potter, I'm glad to see you again." Amelia said in greeting. She then turned to Minerva. "The rat was Pettigrew."

"What?!" Minerva asked, bewildered.

Amelia nodded. "I got him in interrogation now. Once I get back, I should learn just what really happened, such as why he faked his death."

While everything was going on, about four boys and two girls had came up but stayed back somewhat, not really sure what to do except be there in case. Five had red hair like Molly, while two of the boys looked identical to one another, and the last girl had a hair tone like Amelia. However, only the girls noticed Jasmine, but didn't say anything (mainly out of shock).

Amelia then continued speaking. "Since we're here together now, how about we just go ahead and go through Diagon Alley together. The Weasleys and I still have yet to go to Gringotts today anyways."

"Okay." Jasmine said, moving towards Amelia and into the line of sight of the boys, causing the youngest to blurt out rudely "Bloody hell, what is that thing?!"

Jasmine tilted her head in confusion as the adults rounded on him.

"Ronald Weasley!" His mother was the one to get to him first, her loud voice causing Jasmine to wince. "How dare you say that about another, especially a poor girl like..."

She then stopped as she recalled what Amelia had called the girl. The woman then turned to Amelia and cried out, somewhat shrilly, "THAT'S JASMINE POTTER?!"

Amelia facepalmed as Jasmine innocently confirmed it, allowing all those that were curious from the cry to know about Jasmine's current state.

Nice going, woman. She thought as she said, "Let's just...get moving."

"Hold on Ms. Bones." Jasmine called out. "Why are we going to Gringotts again?"

"Primarily, it's for money to buy school supplies." Minerva explained for them. "Four of you will be heading to Hogwarts for your first year, alongside resupplying the the older Weasleys for their continued years there."

Jasmine then clapped her hands together as she said, "I wi-"

Both Amelia and Minerva quickly stopped her while Minerva said, "Ms. Potter, I'd suggest you refrain from doing that so recklessly."

"But Mooney said to wait for going in Gringotts until Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin could join me." Jasmine tried to reason. "Also something about will that needs them."

Amelia raised an eyebrow before thinking it over. Eventually, she said to the entire group, "How about this? Jasmine, you do what you were planning for you, Ms. Granger, my neice Susan Bones, and if Molly is willing, Ms. Weasley as well. Professor McGonagall and Ms. Granger's parent will be going with them. The boys will be with me and Molly and go through the standard procedure, as well as tell them about Ms. Potter's reasoning. That last time something like this happened brought me to your doorstep and found Pettigrew."

That got Molly to agree, but not without saying "You were the one who discovered Pettigrew? Thank you, and you're welcome to visit the Burrow whenever you'd like."

"Okay." Jasmine answered automatically, not entirely knowing what Molly was talking about with 'the Burrow.'

"Also, real quick, you have my permission to get some from the Bones vault for Susan." Amelia added.

"Ginny, if you want, you can go with them. Just be she to listen to Professor McGonagall." Molly told her girl, who complied before moving. In the meantime, Ronald, or Ron to some, stood in shock at the grey skinned girl actually being Jasmine Potter, The Girl Who Lived. He wasn't looking forward to when his mother continued her anger at him once they got home.

He grew angry and jealous when he saw Jasmine clap her hands again and say, "I wish to take enough money from the right Gringotts vaults to supply myself, Hermione Granger, Susan Bones, and Ginny Weasley for a proper trip through Diagon Alley."

In a literal flash, four decent sized bags appeared in front of the girls. When they looked inside them, they found them filled with various gold, silver, and bronze coins. However, Hermione and Ginny in particular were exactly happy with this.

"You didn't have to do this, Jasmine. We've could've exchanged funds at Gringotts." Hermione said, with Ginny saying right after her, "And this is more than what I remember was in the Weasley vault last I heard, so what gives?"

"Aren't we friends, Hermione?" Jasmine asked in response to the first girl. When she said "Of course we are, but-" Jasmine said, "Then why are you saying no?"

In response to Ginny, Jasmine simply stated, "I didn't have permission to get from your family vault, so I just used mine. Didn't expect this much, though. I wonder how much there is down there."

Amelia and Minerva quickly separated them before any more problems arose, agreeing to meet at the Leaky Cauldron once everything was said and done.

Jasmine turned to Minerva once Amelia and most of the Weasleys were gone. "Professor Miggy, where are we going first?"

Minerva answered politely, albeit annoyed at how the others were snickering at Jasmine's name for her. "We'll be getting your wands first, then trunks to carry your other purchases. Also, Ms. Weasley, I'd suggest you be careful with that money. Except for robes, potion supplies, and some of the books, you should be able to get all of your First Year supplies here and now. Flourish and Blott's will wait until the end, if what I saw at the Granger home is evident of anything."

Hermione pouted childishly, blushing in embarrassment and indignation as the girls giggled at her.

"Then there is also the fact that the wand generally takes the most time." Minerva added after they calmed down. "The time taken can vary from witch to witch."

"You want to get the work out of the way before we get to the fun part." Jasmine said, simplifying what the lady was saying to them. But once Minerva nodded, Jasmine frowned. "Moony said that I won't be able to use a wand."

"We can at least learn why exactly, Jasmine." Emma placated. "It could be material, or your personal magic."

Jasmine shrugged, seeing her point, but still didn't like it much. Although it turned to uneasy upon walking through the doorway to Ollivander's shop. She hung close to Dan and Emma as she nervously looked around, confusing everyone except for Minerva.

After what seemed like forever to the kids, a scraggly white-haired man suddenly appeared, startling Jasmine enough to knock her down and drop her toy. Said toy then seemed to stare at the man and growled dangerously, setting everyone on edge.

"Mr. Ollivander." Minerva said. "I'd suggest you refrain from your normal methods and outfit them with wands. Even if one might end up being simply early by a year."

The man nodded, not quite liking Jasmine's reaction in particular. "Quite right, however Ms. Potter will not be able to use a wand I'm afraid. No wand would be able to bond with her magic. It's too wild and potent."

"Figures." Jasmine muttered, standing up and picking up Moony as Hermione asked, "'Bond with her magic?'"

"The wand chooses the wizard, Ms. Granger." Ollivander explained as a measuring tape popped out and started measuring Hermione. "Each witch and wizard has a unique magic signature, which needs specific measurements and materials, both in wood used and core within. So in the end, unless you wrest control, and the wand recognizes the new bond, no two wands would truly work for one person. At least at the same time."

"And nothing you have would work with her?" Dan asked, earning a shake.

"Not unless you can get me something such as powdered mermaid scales or thestral bone." Ollivander said. "Common wand cores are dragon heart string, unicorn tail hair, and phoenix feathers. Even if we find a suitable wood, the core wouldn't be."

"First time the water went against me." Jasmine remarked. She then shrugged before moving off to the side, to help allow the other girls room to get their own wands.

Fortunately for all, it didn't take all that long, even for Ginny, which made Ollivander breath a sigh of relief as he could get away from the girl with pale all green eyes and gray skin. Even if she wasn't glaring or anything, it was severely disconcerting to a man like him.

After getting the trunks, which Jasmine turned into duffel bags with pocket dimensions in them to handle all the various items they would end up getting.

Potions ingredients were simple enough, alongside miscellaneous items like telescopes (which Jasmine questioned before turning them into modern versions), but the first issue came from when they walked by a place called Eeylop's Owl Emporium, when a Snowy Owl flew out the door and landed on Jasmine's shoulder.

"Oh, hello." Jasmine said, reaching up to pet the bird. "You're a pretty bird. You want to come with me?"

Minerva intervened. "The owl would be coming regardless. The only known animals that did something like that are familiars, so it won't agree with staying behind at all."

The bird nodded in confirmation.

Jasmine then smiled. "A new friend! I'll call you...Shantae."

The newly named Shantae considered the name for a bit, then bobbed her head, accepting.

They quickly bought the supplies to make it all official.

The biggest problem came once they arrived at Madam Malkin's for robes. By then, a crowd had formed, blocking entrance in an attempt to 'meet' The Girl Who Lived (or creepily stare depending on who you ask). Minerva had to wish for the crowd to scatter to allow them inside, but it got worse inside when Jasmine saw what the uniform/robes were to look like.

"No! I won't wear a blanket or a rag!" Jasmine cried, indicating the robes and the uniform skirt. "Blankets are only for sleep and the last I wore a rag, a fish tried to swim up my butt!"

That sudden statement caught everyone within sound range off guard hard enough that their brains temporarily shut down and their eyes blinked. "...what?"

Jasmine looked thoughtful as she recalled what happened. "Well, I'm pretty sure I was walking around the coral reef of one of those sandy diver areas. I do know I was wearing a rag like that one, but I don't really know what else right now. Anyways, I was just minding my own business, when I suddenly felt a fish trying to swim into my butt. Hmm, maybe the scream I gave off was what scared the people away, because I don't remember any more people showing up later on. But it hurt!"

She shuddered, whimpering some at the memory. Emma and Hermione quickly wrapped the girl up in a comforting hug.

Madam Malkin tried to say otherwise about the clothing choices. "But all Hogwarts uniforms are like this. It's tradition!"

"And it's why the only skirts I've ever considered for my daughter were at least down to the calf in length." Dan retorted. "Way to easy for knee length and smaller to be messed with by someone."

Minerva sighed. "Again, barely any one sees our world in that manner. I'd wager you'd have to talk with at least Amelia to be allowed to not wear it."

"You better expect we will do so. First chance we got." Dan told her, not allowing any arguments.

Said woman then showed up. "What's going on?"

"At least according to her, Ms. Potter had a rather...strange...incident when she was younger, and now she doesn't want to purchase anything connected to robes or skirts. Including the Hogwarts uniform." Minerva explained.

Amelia simply asked. "You people do realize that her powers make that a moot point, right?"

"Oh yeah." Jasmine realized, knowing that was true. She could easily change them into whatever she wanted.

Amelia then turned to Malkin. "For now, just set up something that they'll agree to, and put on the necessary accessories for it to be a Hogwarts uniform."

Needless to say, Minerva especially was looking forward to a good strong drink once the trip was done.

Basically, Jasmine has at least some genie powers to her, and drowning managed to save her life thanks to magic. Just without most of her memory.

The song she was humming was supposed to be JT Machinima's 'Daddy's Home' chorus, and the little trauma I set up with the fish was just because. Although, admittedly, I never did understand the reasoning behind skirts shorter than the knee at the very least. It's just asking for trouble as far as I can tell.

You don't have to agree with that, but that's how it is with me.

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