And that's it. This is the final chapter. Enjoy.

Basic Instinct.

"Are you certain there's no way we can remove the Dark Mark from my sister's arm?" Jasmine asked, aghast as she studied the goblin on the screen, although she was uncertain if she should believe them at all. After she had finished her conversation with Sirius, Jasmine had immediately contacted Gringotts and told them about the situation.

The goblins had been waiting for months and months for her to put her plan into operation and they were confused by her desire to have the Dark Lord out into the open. To them, Voldemort was bad for business since he would be destroying hundreds of families and potential streams of revenue, but they did understand a part of her point. It had nothing to do with melodrama. Jasmine was not interested in proving to the magical world she had been telling the truth, she wanted Voldemort to be seen and when it came for the Death Eaters and their master to die, the magical world would be thrown into chaos. In the confusion, she could then escape them forever, and she could do whatever she wanted as soon as she acquired her masteries so then she could shove the fact into Dumbledore's face he was wrong on so many levels about her.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Potter," the goblin on the screen replied to her question. "The Dark Mark is a soul bond, and if we were going to try to separate a few Death Eaters from the connection, we would be separating many others."

Jasmine wondered if the goblin was even telling her the truth. She studied the little creature closely in the mirror. When it came to financial matters and business, a goblin's knowledge was unparalleled, but it was their knowledge of the arcane that really got them into their stride. Despite her status in goblin circles, Jasmine had to admit she didn't trust the goblins, well at least not completely at times. She didn't trust many other people, but the goblins and herself shared various traits and they did things that she would have done in their place.

After a moment she accepted what the goblin was saying to her was the truth. She nodded.

"Get started. Perform the ritual, but at the same time, I want to know precisely where the magic comes from. I want to see my sister, take her out of that life," Jasmine said softly while she was trying to hold in her sorrow.

"I understand," the goblin said, then he paused and looked at her sympathetically. "I know you didn't believe me, Miss Potter, however, I was telling the truth. Family is everything in goblin culture."

Jasmine lifted her head and looked the goblin straight in the eyes before she accepted what the goblin was saying was the truth. "Give me a shout when you're done," she said, and she broke the connection without another word.

Pulling her knees up underneath her chin, Jasmine started crying. She had spent years hoping to find someone who was related to her, and now she had found that there wasn't just someone out there, but a twin sister, only she had been taken by Voldemort's lackeys and her mind had been poisoned for god alone knew how many years.

Jasmine closed her eyes.

She wondered if, even if there was a way to free her twin from Voldemort's Dark Mark if there would have been any point in the first place of getting her away from that life. Jasmine had seen the way Voldemort treated his followers, she had seen him torture them if they displeased him. The idea of the bastard doing that to Violet sickened her.

But now she was going to be ending her own sister's life.

Part of her was tempted to call the goblins, to get them to stop. She wanted them to research the ritual, find out if there was a way they could separate Violet from the Dark Mark connection. But she knew it was probably already too late. She felt sick. She knew she didn't lead the type of lifestyle her parents would have wanted, given her femme fatale attitudes, but she knew the fact she was going to murder her own sister would not sit well with them even if personally she didn't care one little bit about what they would have wanted.

Jasmine's mind pushed that aside. She was already feeling ill at the thought of her twin losing her magic, something she wouldn't wish on any witch or wizard except for those who deserved it, but she didn't even know what her sister had done as a Death Eater. She forced that aside and focused on what Dumbledore had said to her in his office.

She couldn't believe Dumbledore had stated a prophecy of all things had been the cause behind Voldemort's murder of her parents, the attack on her, and Violet is in a defenceless state to be removed by the Death Eaters and force-fed their poisonous philosophy since the cradle.

A prophecy.

Dumbledore had forced her to take that useless shitty elective before she had time to do anything else, and she had resented and hated him for it ever since. Now she knew why. The old fool had wanted her to understand and accept the truth of the situation, but he had missed the fact she had already planned on ending Voldemort's life anyway.

A prophecy.

She also remembered how Dumbledore had claimed he had had those working for him looking for Violet. Funnily enough, Jasmine had not believed a word of what he had said. She was convinced Dumbledore didn't give a damn about Violet. If he had, then he would have had the entire country torn to shreds just to find her, but he hadn't.

She was convinced when she had killed Voldemort, Dumbledore would either have her locked away, or he would simply shrug his shoulders and forget about her very existence. Job done. Case closed. Voldemort was dead. Nothing more to worry about. Amen. She had a lot of evidence which stated clearly Dumbledore didn't care about the students. You only had to loom at the state of the school today, see how pureblood fanatic students who had also been force-fed Voldemort's ideology for years since the day they could walk and talk and listen and understand called muggle-borns 'mudbloods.' Sometimes she wondered if Dumbledore and the teachers supported Voldemort and his ideology.

And they would get away with it.

None of the teachers punished them. They did the opposite, they just turned a blind eye, and let the Junior Death Eaters say whatever they wanted. It had been even worse this year since Umbridge had come to Hogwarts. Jasmine snorted at the thought of the bitch who had practically bull-dozed her way into Hogwarts, but since Jasmine hadn't gone out of her way to cause her reasons to become more powerful even if Fudge had given permission for her to run wild in the castle, she hadn't gone too far. Dumbledore was still Headmaster, and as much as Jasmine viewed the old wizard with mutual wariness and distrust, she knew he was not the type of person to allow Umbridge to become too much of a threat. True, he hadn't stopped her becoming too much of a nuisance with her Inquisition squad, or whatever it was called.

Jasmine was hoping to get a good look at the woman when she found out from her sex toy Fudge that Voldemort was back.

Her mind turned back to Violet.

Someone must have known about her.

And luckily she knew where to look.

Summoning the Marauder's Map to her hand, Jasmine checked it quickly for the right person. She grinned.

Snape was in.

It's time for answers, Professor, she thought darkly. And I will get them, by any means necessary.

XXX

Snape was currently working in the early hours in the morning. He had been summoned by the Dark Lord for an urgent meeting which had left him rattled, and although he wanted to sleep, Snape knew he couldn't. After being placed under a few of the Dark Lord's torture curses, including a few of the more obscure ones, Snape hadn't really felt like sleeping.

He decided to spend his time working in his office. Oh, how he hated being a teacher. Unfortunately, because of Dumbledore and his dratted oath, he was stuck in this dump. While he had loved Hogwarts as a student, he had not wanted to live here as an adult, never mind as a teacher.

Snape hated teaching. Especially the Potter bitch. What hurt the most was how much she resembled Lily.

He pushed those thoughts aside, remembering the other Potter bitch, the same one he had known about for a long time, although he had never known exactly where she was being raised although he had managed to lie convincingly to Dumbledore, who was a master of the mind arts and had many decades more experience than Snape and even the Dark Lord did combined.

There was a knock on the door. Snape snapped out of his thoughts and looked up in surprise. Dumbledore was in bed by now, so it wasn't him, and the other teachers never came down here except during the day. He hoped it wasn't the dratted and ridiculous Umbridge woman who was more problematic than she was worth.

"Come in," he said cautiously, raising his wand just as a precaution.

The door opened and Jasmine Potter strode in. Snape wondered what she wanted, but what surprised him was her expression of pure coldness.

"How did you not know about my sister, Snape?"

Snape sneered. "Contrary to what you Potters think, the world does not revolve around you-."

Silently Snape's wand was yanked out of his grip. He watched in astonished horror as it flew off to gently land in Jasmine's own hand.

"I never said it did," the girl replied mildly as if she hadn't just committed one of the worst crimes in the magical world, relieving a wizard of his wand.

"I've got you now, Potter!" Snape shouted. "1000 points from Gryffindor-!"

"Do you think I care about points?" Jasmine retorted. "Now, tell me; did you know my sister was being brainwashed into becoming one of you?"

Snape snorted.

"You either don't want to answer, or you think I'm not going to be a threat, eh? Big mistake." Jasmine flicked her wand.

Snape suddenly let out a horrible scream of agony when, with a squelch, one of the bones in his right thumb was torn through the skin, leaving a bloodied, flopping bag of flesh, like a macabre Christmas stocking.

The pain made Snape collapse the ground. He felt physically sick, numb and nauseous as a light-headed feeling cropped over his body. Snape had never felt this type of agony before in his life, especially since the Dark Lord preferred to use ordinary curses.

"Amazing how nasty a conventional summoning spell is, hmm?" The hated voice of Jasmine Potter asked rhetorically, making him jump. Snape looked up with effort, and he looked at the girl with fear and agony. He was shocked and horrified by the lack of empathy or sympathy on her face, and for the first time, he realised that perhaps he should have not attacked and abused her for the crimes of her father.

But it was too late now, and Snape could not even begin to believe the irony.

James Potter was a bully, but his daughter was a monster.

"Now, I won't keep asking this; did you know my sister had been twisted by your fucked up ilk, yes or no?" Potter spat.

Snape tried opening his mouth to answer the girl's question, but he couldn't because of the pain.

"Time's a running out, Professor," Jasmine gave a mocking smirk, raising her wand again. "How many more bones have you got left…?"

"No, wait," Snape forced out. "Please…I'll….I'll tell you. Just please…not again."

Jasmine lowered her wand. "I'm disappointed. I would have thought a Death Eater was capable of holding up to the pain, but clearly not. Now I won't ask you again; did you know my twin sister had been twisted into becoming a Death Eater?"

Snape couldn't do anything more than nod. "Yes," he swallowed, looking down at the ground.

"Why didn't you do anything? I thought you had made a pledge to look after me or something like that or was it all a part of your plan to get revenge on James Potter?"

Snape shook his head. "No, I swear it wasn't. I tried to find her, I swear I did. But I couldn't, I couldn't because whoever had taken her had hidden her well."

"What about recently?"

Snape shook his greasy head again, shaking in pain and shock. "No. I never saw her. I don't know if it was because the Dark Lord wanted to keep it as a surprise from the other Death Eaters, or if he thought there was a spy in his ranks….but none of us knew she was there until now. He probably marked her in private; its happened before."

Jasmine considered. She knew Snape was telling the truth. She had used this torture technique before on a muggle to test just how far she could take it all. "Where is she now?" she snapped out her question.

Snape gasped as he tried to answer the question, but he wanted nothing more than to heal the injury somehow, although he knew he might need Poppy's help. "I think she's in Malfoy manor. That's the Dark Lord's main base," he said, although he had no idea why the girl would want to know unless she planned to launch a one-girl rescue party.

"Do you have a connection there?" she asked.

"Yes," Snape whispered, hoping the questions would stop and she would leave so he could get some rest after he'd healed himself.

Suddenly Snape let out an awful scream as he felt something being torn out of his body. He heard the Potter bitch say something for a few minutes, but he couldn't hear what she was saying. Then he distantly heard the sound of the floo connection in the fireplace go off.

XXX

Stepping out of the fireplace, Jasmine flicked her wand and removed all the dust and soot off of her robes. Once she was fully clean, she listened out for any sounds, and she closed her eyes when she heard the sounds of screams from deeper into the manor. The goblins had called her, telling her the ritual was complete. They had Voldemort's soul pieces, and now they were going to find a way to drain them completely to end the Dark Bastard.

Jasmine walked slowly through the manor, her wand out although she ignored the jeers from the Malfoy family portraits until she came across the first body. She turned them over. It wasn't Violet. She moved on.

She moved deeper and deeper into the manor, and she found the room Voldemort had converted for use as a throne room. She shook her head in exasperation at the sight of the large throne which looked like it could give all the thrones in history lessons in extravagance. She found a pile of ashes inside the robes she had seen Voldemort wearing tonight. Nearby were the bodies of several Death Eaters, one of them was Violet.

"Violet!" Jasmine whispered, and she hurried over. She saw her twin was alive.

Violet looked at her scornfully through glazed eyes. "What…did…you…do?" she whispered.

"A ritual. It would remove the pieces of Voldemort's soul, tearing the magic out of his followers," Jasmine said, realising there was a way she could save her sister. If she could get her to a specialist, find a way to heal her, then they could live together, and she could work with Violet to make her see the lifetime of conditioning she'd endured was meaningless.

"Come on, we've got to leave. I can help you-." She grabbed onto her sister's arm, and she tried to pull away.

"No!" Violet spat with all of her remaining strength, yanking her arm away. "I don't you to keep me, a filthy muggle."

"Violet-," Jasmine tried to say, but Violet surprised her again by pushing her away.

The surprise move sent Jasmine flying, but by the time she got up to race back to her sister, she looked on in horror as Violet took a knife from the pocket of her robes.

"Stop! DON'T!" Jasmine shouted raising her wand and firing a spell. "We're the only ones left-!"

But it was too late. Violet stabbed herself in the chest before the spell made contact with the knife, which was sent flying away, almost like it was mocking her for failing.

Jasmine fell to her knees and crawled towards her sister, and cradled her body in her arms, sobbing her heart out. She discovered even though she was a slut and a murderess, she did have a heart but now her twin was gone.

XXX

Two years later.

Jasmine walked through the cemetery, enjoying the smell of apple blossom in the air as she walked through the quaint little muggle cemetery she had found far from the magical world.

It had been two years since she had defeated Voldemort, although at great cost. After Violet had killed herself, Jasmine had stayed in Malfoy Manor for an hour before she heard the sound of voices, some of them she recognised as the Aurors in Dumbledore's pocket. After she heard them, she managed to open the windows and she snuck outside while she carried Violet in her arms down to the ward-line surrounding the manor.

After she was finished getting her sister through the ward-line, she had carried Violet's dead body to the nearest muggle town. Once there she had transfigured their clothes into muggle attire, already working on a plausible story. She had found the muggle police and told them they had been attacked, and her sister had been stabbed.

But the ambulance had pronounced her sister dead, although she had known that at the time of course. Jasmine had been asked questions by the police, but they hadn't found any sign of the murderer, and now they had dropped the case.

Jasmine hadn't cared. She had known they'd ask question after question. In the meantime, she had prepared a small, private funeral for her sister. She knew that being buried in a muggle cemetery was the last thing her sister would have wanted, but Jasmine had no idea what she would have wanted. And because she didn't know anything about magical burial rites, she had decided to make this whole thing as private as possible.

Eventually, she had moved the body down south to the south coast of Britain. It was more peaceful down here, and it was far from where Violet had been when she had died.

Dumbledore had been forced to swallow a bitter pill that he had been wrong when she had met him, Amelia Bones, and Rufus Scrimgeour, Fudge's replacement, and was told the truth about the Horcruxes. He had tried to ask about her sister but Jasmine had said her sister was gone for good, and that she had already taken care of the arrangements. In that time, she had finished up at Hogwarts, much to Dumbledore's annoyance but there was little he could do about it. In any case, Jasmine had more important things to do than pander to an old man's whims.

As she came to her sister's grave, Jasmine knelt before it and just stared at it, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Hi, sis," she whispered. "I wanted you to know the news. I'm…I'm pregnant. I'm hoping if its a girl…..I have your permission to name her after you?" she asked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

But despite her tears, she hoped Violet was hearing her and approved of the thought of being named after her for the new baby.