Disclaimer: I now, nor will I ever own any of the Original Characters of Harry Potter. They are JK Rowling's and hers alone. I'm just glad she's allowing me to play around with them a little, in my spare time! However, any new characters you see, belong to me!







“Harry, come on. You know that you were holding her hand!” Ginny yelled.

“Ginny, please!" he said in an outraged manner, and then calming down added, "I was only trying to comfort her!”

“Yeah , right.” Ginny said in a disbelieving tone, crossing her arms and turning away from him.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, running his hands through his hair. He walked up to his wife, and reached for her hand, trying his hardest to both keep his temper in check and to try his best to make everything better. To his annoyance, Ginny pulled her hand out of his.

You take my hand and you say you’ve changed
But boy you know your begging don’t fool me
Because to you it’s just a game
(You know it’s just a little too late)

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” Ginny yelled at him, and moved farther away from Harry’s grasp.

"Ginny, please!" Harry pleaded. "You can't be so stubborn as to not believe me when I tell you it was nothing."

“I thought I knew you, Harry James Potter! I thought you loved me. Now I don't know if that is even true. I–I can't stay here and just continue this. This was too much and obviously everything that happened since your sixth year meant nothing to you like it did to me."

"Ginny, please!” Harry begged.

Ginny shook her head furiously, not looking at him once she walked down the hall to their home, grabbing one thing here or there, before throwing it into a bag which she left by the door. Harry followed, still trying to get her to reconsider. Harry realized at once, moments later, what she was doing, as she walked into the room that they had decorated for their twin daughters together months before.

I can love with all of my heart baby
I know I have so much to give
(I have so much to give)
With a player like you
I don’t have a prayer
That’s no way to live, no

"You can't take them from me, Ginny! If anything, you can't take this away from me!"
Ginny stopped halfway through throwing things into a diaper bag. "I don't want some big dramatic battle over who gets the girls. I–I hate to do this to them but it's better this way."

Harry gasped. "We can't separate them. They're too close already!" he said, knowing that full well that he should be fighting her to stay.

“No, Harry. I’m taking Jacqueline with me." she said and finished packing, and then bent down to pick up little Jackie who was playing with her sister Jasmine on the floor. Ginny walked over to the door where she had left the bag she had picked mere minutes before, and walked out of the room, down the hallway and out of the house, never to be seen again.

It’s just too little too late
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
A little too wrong and I can’t wait
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Boy you know all the right things to say (A hey)
You know it’s just a little too late
You say you dream of my face but you don’t like me
You just like the chase...




Author's Note: If you haven't figured it out already, the song that I used in the prologue is Too Little Too Late by JoJo. I was listening to it the other day and thought it would work perfectly with my story! And yes, I know the prologue is a little short, but then again, prologues aren't meant to be long now are they?

I would like to thank my beta, Erika who is not a member of this site [at least I don't think], but another. [hope it's not against the rules to have a beta from another Harry Potter site]

Author's Note: Before I get too far into the story, I will be posting in the girls' POV. Not sure how far I will continue, maybe through the whole thing, I don't know. I will also be posting in Jasmine's POV, then Jacqueline's. Now that that's out of the way, on with the story!






“Oh, Angie, it’s just beautiful!” I hear a woman say to her daughter, a girl who seemed to be in her teens, as my father and I walked by a clothing shop in Diagon Alley.

I envied that girl. I’ve always wanted to have a mother's point of view on clothes when I go shopping, or for that matter a mother's opinion on anything, really. My father’s not the greatest when it comes to girls clothes. I love him dearly, but there are things he could work on.

It’s never easy, growing up without a mother. You never get to have those mother-daughter conversations other girls talk about. You never get to go on those special mother-daughter outings. You never get to do special makeovers. There are tons of things that other girls talk about doing, that I myself have NEVER been able to do.

When I was a baby my parents split up. From how my father tells the story, he couldn't let me be taken away from him and so while my mother left us that final night, taking most of her belongings, I remained cradled in my father's arms. I've never heard much about her – my mother, that is – but I know she's out there somewhere, living her life. It hurts me sometimes, to know that she's never tried to contact me.

My father is an Auror for the Ministry of Magic. He is also rumored to be the baby that defeated the Dark Lord, years ago.

People say that he had been lied to for ten years about his being a Wizard by the very people that should have cared for him. The reason for all the lies about his true heritage and the Wizarding World being that they hated him for what he was. It is said that they made him grow up believing that his parents died in a car crash and that the scar on his forehead had been caused by the accident. Many of these rumors spoke of how they had tortured him severely; about how they made him sleep under a cupboard under the stairs, when knowingly there had been a spare bedroom that they could have easily given him.

My father is said to be the boy that rescued the Sorcerer’s Stone from You-Know-Who when he was trying to gain mortality during his first year. He is also supposed to have been the boy who fought that terrible man – not in real life – but through a memory when he was only twelve. He is rumored to have been the one to help an escaped murderer run free. My father, according to gossip is rumored to be the teenage boy that won the Tri-wizard Tournament in his fourth year. He is alleged to be the boy who formed Dumbledore’s Army in protest of some teacher that had forced herself upon the school to not teach the students anything. Finally, he is the man who is said to have defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named once and for all.

The man I’m talking about, is of course Harry Potter, the man that I call, "dad". He's known to the Wizarding world as so many other things too, such as: The Boy Who Lived or The Chosen One. Whatever you want to call him, he’s my father and I’m proud to say that I’m his daughter. My name is Jasmine Rosemary Potter and my birthday is November 22, 2001. I’m an only child and therefore I have no brothers or sisters though at times, like I wish to have a mother, I wonder what it would be like to have a sibling.

I guess my face must have given me away, because a moment later, dad was worriedly staring at me. “Jaz, what’s wrong?” he asked me as we leave the clothing shop.

“Oh, nothing.” I lie.

“Jaz, I know that look. You have that look whenever something is bugging you. Now come on, tell me what’s wrong?” My father tried to get me to talk to him as we walk down the busy streets of Diagon Alley.

“Why don’t I have a mother?” I ask finally, after minutes of walking in an almost silence, broken only by my father trying to glean what was wrong with me with questions.

He didn’t answer right away, just as I had expected. The moment I brought the subject up. I suspected he was thinking about mum, whom I’ve never met.

“Jaz, I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to understand that things didn’t work out between me and your mother like I had dreamt they would. You’ve got to know that I loved your mother very much but there comes a point in life where love is just not enough, and where the only thing you can do is just let your loved one go.”

I didn’t say a word. He didn’t know how much I desperately wanted a mother. I wanted a mother that I could tell my deepest secrets to; a mother that would become my crying shoulder when things got tough.

A few minutes later, in silence, we finished getting what we had come to get and I took my dad's hand and even though I disliked it, we side-apparated home. When we got there, just like every single time we side-apparated, I felt a little dizzy almost as if I was going to faint.

The moment the feeling passed, and I had gathered my things I went to my room to finish my homework, the last – to my immense pleasure – bit of homework that I had to complete for Stonewall Elementary seeing as I was going to Hogwarts in the fall.






“Jackie, put that down!”

I turn around and see that it’s my mother, Ginerva Molly Weasley who's giving me the look she always gives me when she's caught me doing something I'm not supposed to be doing.

“Put what down, mum?” I ask, knowing exactly what she was talking about. I was trying to sneak her wand so I could attempt to clean my room magically, but she caught me red-handed.

My mother didn't seem to buy it. “I saw what you were trying to reach for missy! You know that you’re not allowed to use a wand until you go to Hogwarts.” she said in her 'don't even attempt to lie to me voice', the one that she inherited from my grandmother.

“But, mum, it’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t always fair, dear." she said. She continued a second later with, "Now, didn't I tell you to go clean your room? It’s a pig sty! I'm not even sure when you cleaned it last.”

“Yes, mum.” I said and stomped my feet in protestation of the chore as I walked to my room.

I love my mum, really, but at times she can be a bit unfair. My name is Jacqueline Lynn Weasley and really all anyone needs to know about me is my name, that I was born on November 22, 2001 and that I live with only my mother Ginerva – Ginny as others call her –Weasley in a flat above a local candy shop in London. My mother and father were once married, I suppose, but they've been separated for many years. In fact, I've never met my father. My mother told me that she just couldn’t bare her life with out me once she and dad had decided to split up and so she demanded to take me with her as they went their separate ways and my father was never heard from again.

My mother is part of a family of red heads. She was born into a Pure-Blooded Wizarding family with six brothers. She was the only daughter that my grandparents, Arthur and Molly Weasley -whom I like to call Poppy and Mimi-, had after their six sons. You rarely find many Pure-Blooded families left, these days. At one point, though, having pure blood was important. Now, it's much more common to find Muggle-Borns or Half-Bloods and no one seems to really mind them.

As I finished cleaning my room, -which did look like a pig sty to be truthful, with clothes and school books thrown every which way. I even had some books that my Aunt Hermione had lent me thrown on the floor-. I imagined what Hogwarts was like. I wondered what all the teachers would be like; what the classes would hold in story for me, and everything else there was to think about that everyone in my family had told me about.

It took me what seemed like decades to finish cleaning my room, but when I finally finished putting the last pieces of clothing in my dresser, I walked out to the living room where my mother was sitting, reading a book.

“All finished, mum.” I said just as I noticed that she wasn't alone and that sitting next to her was my Aunt Hermione. She wasn't actually related to me, but she had married one of my mother's brothers, my Uncle Ron.

“Aunt Hermione!” I said excitedly and I ran to hug her.

“Hello, Jackie. How are we doing this morning?” She said, as I sat down next to her.

“I’m fine, thanks. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d pay my sister-in-law and my favorite niece a visit.”

“Aunt Hermione, I’m your only niece!” I laughed.

Mum and Aunt Hermione looked at each other for a moment before turning back to me.

“Hey, Jack, what do we say we go to the park for awhile? It’s a beautiful day and we still have some work to do on your studies.” she said with a small encouraging smile.

“Awww, come on, Aunt Hermione. Don’t you think I’ve done enough studying? I mean, I’m going to Hogwarts this fall anyway!” I eyed my Aunt with hope that she’d end the lessons on Muggles and their ways of life. I was more excited about going to Hogwarts and learning magic, anyway, to concentrate on anything about Muggles. I pointed this out to her.

“I know you're excited, but you have to keep your mind sharp.” she told me.

I sighed. “Alright, I guess a few more weeks of studying wouldn’t hurt. I’ll go get my books.”

A few moments later, I came back out to the living room. My Aunt had already readied a basket with things for us to eat.

“Ready!” I said to my Aunt, before going to tell my mother good-bye before my Aunt and I left for the park.

School had ended and summer was going by faster than I could’ve ever imagined it. As a small end of the summer celebration, dad took me and three of my friends to the mall so we could hang out before we were separated while I went to Hogwarts and they remained at Stonewall. My friends weren't quite aware about the fact I was a witch and for the most part they wouldn't.

“He did not!” I said to Tori, one of my friends.

“Did so! He told her that he liked her.” she told me as I took a sip of my soda.

“Wait till I have a talk with her.” I said just as my pocket began to vibrate. I had gotten so used to my dad contacting me in such a way, that I barely even reacted to it. “Excuse me, guys. I’ll be right back.” I said, while getting out of my chair. They looked at me questioningly as I walked to a part of the mall where no one could see me.

Once I was sure that no one could see me, I reached into my pocket and took the mirror that worked as a communication devise between my father and myself.

“Hi, daddy.” I said, while looking straight at it.

“Hi, hun, are you alone?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yes. What is it?” I asked curiously.

“I just wanted you to know that you got your Hogwarts letter today!” he told me with almost as much excitement that was currently bubbling up to the surface of my body. I knew he understood my excitement and had shared it at my age when he finally got his letter. He was also, I knew, excited about this milestone in my life almost as much as I was.

“Oh, thanks daddy!” I said excitedly, making him laugh.

“I’ll be by to pick you guys up in fifteen minutes.” He said, already knowing that, that was exactly what I was going to ask him to do.

“Okay. Love you!” I said as I put the mirror back into my pocket glad for the small instrument and its usefulness.

The mirror had been a gift from my father a couple of years before when he realized that we would need a better way to communicate other than Kreacher or owls. After all, I was in a Muggle school half the time. He never did tell me from what shop in Diagon Alley he got the two-way mirrors from, but that didn't matter too much.

I walked back to my friends trying to hide the excitement that was spilling out of me.

“Everything alright, Jaz?”

“Yep. I just had to go to the bathroom, that’s all.” I lied. “My dad should be here soon. We should go to the front to wait for him."

We walked out to the front to wait for the next fifteen minutes and soon enough, my father had pulled up in his turquoise colored car and we all piled into it.

Most of the car ride went on in silence, none of us really having much to talk about, and soon enough, my dad pulled up to my friend Gwen’s house and I got out to say good-bye.

“Write me won’t you?” she asked as she gave me a hug.

“Of course!” I said as I got back in the car and I waved at her as we drove away.

My father finished dropping the rest of my friends at their houses and we finally started driving towards home. Once in the driveway, before I even had a chance to get out, my father opened the console, got out my Hogwarts letter and said, “Don’t you want to open this?”

I turned and looked at what he had in his hand and I nearly ripped it out of his grasp and promptly looked at the envelope, before reaching inside for the letter.

~Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry~
Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Order of Merlin, First Class

“Ahh! I’m going, I can’t believe it!” I said excitedly. It was as if this letter finally proved that Hogwarts was really just beyond my reach.

I handed Kreacher the house-elf my coat, just as we stepped through the door of our home. He looked up at me questioningly as he took my father's cloak, and then he dared to ask, “Why is Miss all excited?”

“Kreacher, I got my letter! I’m going to Hogwarts!” I told him with a large grin.

“Congratulations, Miss. Kreacher is very happy for Jasmine!”

“Thanks, Kreacher!” I said and ran upstairs to write all of it in my journal.






A few minutes later, my aunt and I arrived at the park. It was a nice sunny summer day, and everything looked almost perfect. We walked into it, and made our way towards the quieter and more secluded parts of the park.

“This looks like a good spot.” my Aunt said as she put down the picnic basket.

Every time we came to the park to study my Aunt would pick a different location which kind of helped me learn more in the long run. It didn't matter whether it was History, Math, English, or any other subject, a new spot in the park usually helped me with learning things.

We spent the first hour going over my English assignment, at times stopping because I had been distracted by a butterfly or a bird. It was as such, a surprise when an owl swooped down from the sky towards us and I didn't even notice until it landed right in front of us.

“What’s an owl doing out here?” my Aunt asked, looking around to see if any Muggles had seen it. Then she reached towards the owl and took the letter from its mouth. The owl hooted and she gave it a piece of her bread and a second later without waiting for a reply it flew away. “Oh! It’s from Hogwarts!”

I nearly grabbed the letter out of my Aunt's hand in excitement and looked at the front. The emerald green ink in which it had been written glistened at me.




“Eek! I’m going to Hogwarts!” I said and jumped up, starting to run around the park as I sung, “I’m going to Hogwarts, I’m going to Hogwarts!”

“Jackie, calm down, before any Muggles hear you!” My Aunt said, all the while laughing.

“Oh, come on Aunt Hermione, there’s no one here!”

“Yes, but it never hurts to be on the look out. Now come on. We’ve got to finish your lessons before we go home.”

The rest of the day went by as fast as I had hoped that it would while I excitedly tried to concentrate on my studies. I had been waiting for so long for this letter, ever since I knew I would go to Hogwarts. I tried hard to pay attention, particularly after every time my aunt reminded me to pay attention to no avail.

Once we had finished our lessons as well as the meal we had been eating while the studying went on, my Aunt and I started packing up the picnic items and we made our way back home.

At home, my mother was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Mum, guess what?” I said as I nearly slammed the door open and ran towards her not bothering to close the door behind me.

“What, Jackie?” Mum asked, tapping the wooden spoon on the pan she was making dinner in before setting it down on the counter and turning to face me.

“I got my letter! I’m going to Hogwarts!” I said and practically shoved the letter in her face.

“Congratulations, honey!” She said and gave me a hug.

“When can we go to Diagon Alley?” I asked my mom almost immediately, ready to get my books and leave for Hogwarts. I had been looking forward to this for years and finally it was happening.

My mother turned back to her cooking before answering. “Hmm, let's see. How about two weeks from now?” She asked in an almost too innocent a voice.

“Mum!” I shouted, and prepared myself for an argument.

“I’m only picking on you!” My mother laughed. “How about tomorrow? Is that soon enough?”

“Yes!” I yelled excitedly and then began to list the materials that we would need to buy.