Disclaimer: I own nothing but Jayden Potter, my OC. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.
Warning: Femslash! If you don't like it, don't read the story!
A.N.: Sorry everyone. I don't really have an excuse for being on hiatus for nearly a year, except that life has been extremely hard for the past year. I won't get into details since I don't want to spill my life's troubles to you guys, but thanks for sticking with me and this story. It will get finished eventually, but only time can tell when. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and special thanks to Dalek17 and MusicboxHERO for reminding me that I made a promise to everyone to finish this story and for kicking my ass in gear. Also, thanks to everyone who reviewed when I was down for the count thanks to that spill down the stairs.
This story is unbetaed, so any grammar or spelling mistake is mine. And now, after the extremely long wait, here is the twelfth chapter of The Girl Who Lived: Book One.
"Y-you miss them, huh Professor?" The p-person you see, in there." She pointed at the mirror. "The happiest person in t-the world doesn't know anything and h-has never truly lived, if they haven't e-experienced loneliness, or fear, or anger. Everyone has a d-desire, a longing, or something th-that they've lost."
She grinned inwardly as Dumbledore's eyes widened behind his glasses; she always loved it when adults looked at her strange whenever she mentioned anything that sounded beyond her years.
"You… are very wise for your age, Jayden," he said finally. "Yes, I do miss them, just as I'm sure you miss your parents. But now we must be heading off." He smiled kindly at her. "It wouldn't do well to fall asleep in one of your classes, and I know your friends will be coming back tomorrow."
Jayden nodded and kissed her fingertips, pressing them to the glass in a final goodbye to her parents and Hermione's love. Then she put on her cloak and with a whispered, "goodnight, Professor," was out the door.
Jayden looked up from the book she was reading and smiled. Hermione was back from her holiday trip!
"H-hey Hermione, how was your – ack!" Jayden yelped in shock as Hermione tackled her in a fierce hug and kissed her on the cheek.
"You are the kindest, most wonderful, generous person ever!" Hermione exclaimed happily.
Jayden gave her a goofy smile. "I t-take it you liked it?"
"Liked it? I love it! It must've cost you a fortune Jayden; I can't believe you got it for me!"
The item in question was a book that Jayden had gotten Hermione for Christmas. Not just any book, but a limited, first edition, copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. It had taken Jayden a while to find a copy of it, but she had asked around and eventually wound up asking Professor McGonagall for advice, and she had helped Jayden order it from an antique store that she had known about. Jayden had also bought the professor a box of Ginger Newts for Christmas as thanks, something she knew Professor McGonagall would like; the Headmistress always seemed to have a plate of them out.
Jayden smiled at her, hesitantly wrapping her arms around Hermione's neck. "S-so, you really like it?" she asked one more time.
"Love it," Hermione assured her. "I absolutely love his work! Did you like your presents?"
"They're amazing," Jayden said softly. "I've already written in t-the journal, and I wear the t-toque and scarf whenever I g-go out. Thank you."
"You're very welcome, my little knight," Hermione said. She frowned as she ran her fingers over Jayden's cheekbones. "You haven't been eating," she accused the smaller girl. "You're thinner than before, and you haven't been sleeping either. I can see the bruises under your eyes."
"I've been busy with F-Flamel and –"
"Flamel's not that important, Jayden!" Hermione said harshly. "He's not worth getting sick or –"
"I saw my parents," Jayden blurted out. Hermione's lecture died down, and she stared at Jayden in shock.
"How? They're dead, Jayden," Hermione said, confused.
"In a mirror," Jayden explained. "A-at Christmas, I got a gift, an Invisibility Cl-Cloak, I don't know wh-who sent it. I've been using it to go to the Restricted Section," she admitted.
Hermione looked torn between applauding her and scolding her. "But that doesn't explain the mirror."
"I f-found it one day when I was h-hiding from Filch. The mirror was in an unused c-classroom. It…" she took a deep breath. "It shows you your d-deepest desire. Your heart's desire. Mine was to h-have never been targeted by Voldemort."
"Oh Jayden…" Hermione murmured.
"I've been seeing it everyday. Or, I was u-until Professor Dumbledore caught me and told me t-the mirror was dangerous. It got m-moved today, so it's not there anymore…"
Hermione gave her a soft, sad smile and ran her hand through Jayden's hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't there with you, Jay."
"It's okay…" Jayden sighed in pleasure, sitting down on the edge of her bed and closing her eyes, resting her head in the crook of Hermione's neck. "That feels nice… I've missed you."
The bigger girl smiled widely, cradling Jayden's head to her neck. "I've missed you too, Jay. It's only been two weeks, but still. It wasn't nearly as much fun as being with you."
"Yeah?" Jayden asked curiously.
"Yeah." Hermione nodded. "Skiing with my parents was fun and all, but it doesn't compete with hanging out with you. Maybe next year you can come with me?" she asked hopefully.
"Maybe…" If the Dursleys would let her, anyways.
Sensing Jayden beginning to retreat into herself, Hermione changed the subject. "So… what have you been up to while I was gone? Besides the mirror and looking for Flamel."
"I've m-mostly been reading or h-hanging out with Ron, Fred, George, or L-Lavender and Parvati," Jayden said. She noticed Hermione tense up beneath her. "C-come on Hermione, I don't like him like that."
"I know, but still…" Hermione frowned.
Jayden giggled softly and pulled Hermione up so she was sitting, then carefully sat in between her legs. "Aww, what k-kind of knight would I be if I chose him over m-my damsel?" she said playfully. She leaned back into Hermione's arms and sighed contentedly, happy to be held by her friend.
"I'm not sure," Hermione laughed, running her hands over Jayden's arms. "So, school starts again tomorrow, what do you want to do?"
"Uhh – " Jayden's stomach growled, making her blush. "E-eat?" she squeaked.
"Sounds good to me," Hermione agreed. She patted Jayden's leg. "Let's go then."
"That means you need to get up," Hermione reminded her.
Jayden blushed again. "Oh. Right."
The next few days were spent getting back into the groove with school, homework, searching for Flamel, and Quidditch. The team had been practicing more than usual because of something that Wood had found out.
"Snape will be refereeing the next match against Hufflepuff in February," he said one practice.
"Wh-what?" Jayden gasped. "Why?"
"He requested it," Wood said shortly. "We all know he'll be trying to knock off any points we get, so we need to be extra careful next match."
After the grueling practice followed by a quick shower, Jayden headed for her spot by the lake, sitting down and pulling out a book from her bag to read. Today's novel was The Hobbit, one of her favorite novels. She had rescued it from a rather nasty ending when Dudley had tossed it out of his window; it had been given to him one year by Aunt Petunia in the hopes that he would actually read something that didn't have pictures. Jayden snickered to herself. That was about as likely as him willingly turning down a free chocolate cake. Settling herself down, she began to read, hoping to take her mind off of the whole Snape situation.
"Hey you," a voice said a little while later, startling her. "What are you up to?"
"Just reading, Hermione," she said quietly. Hermione sat down next to her.
"Okay, now I know that something's wrong. You were supposed to come to the Common Room, remember?"
"O-oops," Jayden mumbled. She signed and closed her book after marking what page she was on.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Hermione asked.
"I guess…" Jayden rubbed her temples, aware of the headache she was getting. "Snape… will be ref-refereeing our next match against Hufflepuff," she said finally.
"But he tried to kill you!" Hermione exclaimed.
Jayden nodded. "I know."
"Don't play then," Hermione said. "Who knows what he'll try this time."
"I can't just not play, Hermione," Jayden said softly. "G-Gryffindor needs me."
"I have to play; I'm n-not going to quit j-just because of Snape."
"But you nearly died last time!" Hermione cried out tearfully, her true fears beginning to dawn on Jayden. "Quidditch is dangerous, Jay! You could get hurt, or killed, or –" she was cut off when Jayden's lips touched her cheek. Jayden pulled away, her face flushed, but with a smile on her face.
"Hermione, you're w-worrying too much. I promise, I'll be fine," Jayden murmured. "All the professors will b-be there, and besides," she gave Hermione a tiny smirk, "you're my good luck charm."
"I – yeah?" Hermione tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gave Jayden a shy look, the tiniest of blushes on her cheeks.
"Yeah," Jayden whispered. Her thin arms wrapped themselves around Hermione's neck. She smiled mischievously, feeling quite playful as she took in her friend's wide-eyed look.
"Mmm?" Jayden twirled a piece of Hermione's soft hair around her finger, giggling to herself.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Jayden smiled at this and unwound her arms from Hermione's neck, nearly giggling at the look on the taller girl's face. However, she managed to hold it in as she picked up her book and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before walking off, a big smirk on her lips. She just made Hermione Granger speechless!
"Jayden, get back here you brat!"
Jayden laughed and sprinted off towards the castle with Hermione hot on her tail. Unfortunately, even with the head start she had, Hermione's legs were longer then hers, so she was gaining ground quickly. Jayden rounded a corner, hoping to get away, only to be met with a dead end.
"Uh oh," she groaned.
"Uh oh is right!"
Jayden gulped; Hermione was standing behind her, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "U-umm, Hermione, hi," she stuttered, holding her hands up. "M-maybe we can talk about this? L-let's not get hasty now."
"Talk is cheap, Jayden Potter! I will have my revenge!" Hermione declared. She moved forward, making Jayden take a step back. She stepped forward again, and Jayden moved backwards. They kept doing this until Jayden's back hit the wall. Hermione planted her arms on either side of Jayden's body, trapping her there.
"Caught you," she said, grinning widely.
Jayden blushed slightly, admiring Hermione's smile. "L-looks like it," she agreed. "What are you g-going to do about it?"
"Well…" Hermione's grin turned positively evil. "I could tickle you until you beg me to stop." She giggled as Jayden frantically shook her head in response. "Or we could go back to the dorm and read until it's time for bed," she murmured softly.
Jayden shivered. Her stomach was doing flip flops and she felt about ready to faint from the closeness between them. Her knees were weak and her brain seemed to be on standby, all because of Hermione.
"Well, which one?" Hermione asked.
"T-the second one," Jayden croaked out. Her eyes landed on Hermione's lips; they looked so nice and soft and – oh wait, Hermione was talking to her.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, let's go." Smiling, Jayden grabbed Hermione's hand and headed to the Common Room.
The week seemed to fly by for Jayden, who had tried not to think about the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. However, despite her best attempts to ignore it, the day had finally come. Currently she was standing in front of the castle doors with Hermione and Ron, trying not to hyperventilate.
"Jayden, come on, you'll do fine."
"You told me you had to do this."
A wide-eyed look.
"You can't let that greasy-haired git scare you into quitting, can you?"
Jayden stood there, feeling absolutely petrified. It wasn't that the Hufflepuff team was particularly scary, it was the fact that Snape of all people was refereeing! He'd get her killed, and foul her as she lay there dying! Ron and Hermione were doing their best to cheer her up, but they weren't having much luck.
"Come on, it's nearly time to go!" Ron shouted in exasperation.
Hermione gave Jayden a tiny smile, innocently running her hand up Jayden's arm. "Come on my little knight, if you play you'll get a reward," she whispered softly into Jayden's ear so that Ron couldn't hear her.
Jayden gulped, her heart pounding. "Y-yeah? Like what?"
"Cuddle time?" Hermione offered.
"I get that anyways," Jayden mumbled.
"A book, cuddle time, and you can sleep in my bed tonight?" Hermione tried. Jayden blushed; how was it that such an innocent offer made her mind spin? "Ill also give you some chocolate," the bushy haired girl threw in.
"You had me at the sleeping part, b-but I'll gladly take the ch-chocolate too," Jayden said. She shivered as Hermione gave her a tiny smirk.
"Oi, you two, are you done talking yet? Is Jayden going to play?" Ron asked loudly, forcing the two girls to look away from each other.
"Y-yeah, I'm playing," Jayden grumbled, a frown on her face. "The damsel in d-distress doesn't play fair."
"Oh hush, you know you like it," Hermione said cheerfully. "Now, let's get down to the Quidditch pitch so you can get changed and start playing."
The trio made their way to the pitch before they split up. Hermione gave Jayden a quick hug for good luck before heading up to the stands with Ron. Sighing, Jayden entered the changing room.
After changing and getting another… rousing pep talk from Wood, Jayden grabbed her Nimbus and headed onto the pitch. She grinned and waved up at Hermione, who was watching her closely.
"Are both teams ready?" Snape asked drolly.
Wood and the Hufflepuff captain nodded, and when the whistle was blown, Jayden kicked off into the air. She had to find the Snitch before Snape gave out too many penalties.
As the game progressed, Hermione kept her fingers crossed. Jayden had nearly gotten hit by a Bludger three times, and seemed to be doing loop-de-loops and barrel rolls for the sole purpose of giving her a heart attack.
"Jayden, be careful!" she yelled out, wincing as a Bludger whizzed by Jayden's head.
Jayden waved at her and nodded just enough for her to see. The bespectacled girl cringed as Snape called out a penalty against Gryffindor. "Darn it, where's the Snitch?" she growled to herself, looking around. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blond in the stands. What was Malfoy doing in Gryffindor territory? She needed to end this quick, before he tried anything stupid.
"Jayden!" Hermione gasped as Jayden swerved in midair to avoid being hit.
"Don't bother Granger, she can't hear you," Malfoy sneered. "If we're lucky she'll fall off her broom or something."
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron snapped angrily.
"Don't listen to him, Hermione," Neville whispered quietly.
Malfoy rounded on him. "Are you trying to ignore me, Longbottom? Figures, you've finally discovered your place, which is beneath me."
Neville and Ron glared at him, but Hermione wasn't listening to them. Instead, she was watching Jayden, terrified. Jayden had just gone into a steep dive that had everyone on the edge of their seats. Hermione stood up, worrying her lip as Jayden streaked towards the ground, her form blurry from the speed she was going.
"Maybe she spotted some change for you, Weasley, or maybe a new brain for Longbottom," Malfoy said, smirking.
"Come on, careful Jayden… careful…" Hermione murmured, gripping the railing tight. "That's it, you got it… yes!" she screamed along with everyone else as Jayden pulled out of the dive. The tiny Seeker pumped her fist in the air triumphantly, the Snitch clutched in it. "Ron! Neville! She's got it! She caught the Snitch, we won!" Hermione yelled. She ran down the stairs and onto the pitch, throwing herself into Jayden's arms as soon as Jayden touched down, hugging her fiercely. "You did it!"
Jayden just laughed as she was swarmed by her team and lifted up by Fred and George. "Let me go you guys!" she laughed.
"That was stupendous, Potter! You caught it in less then ten minutes!" Wood exclaimed, clapping her on the back. Jayden laughed harder. "Put me down you two!" she exclaimed, enjoying the attention but wanting to be back on solid ground.
The twins grinned at each other, making Jayden gulp as she caught sight of their evil smirks. "Guys? What're you –" her eyes widened as a cooler was brought in front of them. "G-guys? Really, this isn't necess- ah! No, really! Put me down! Hermione, h-help!" She struggled in their grip, but only succeeded in being plunked down on the bench. Jayden squeaked and covered her head as the giant cooler of freezing, ice cold water was poured on her. "Aaaahhh! T-that's c-c-cold!" she howled.
The team and her friends were practically rolling around on the ground with laughter, clutching their sides. Jayden scowled even more, shivering as the cold seeped into her and made her clothes stick to her tiny form.
"Y-y-you all s-suck," she muttered, wiping her soaking bangs out of her eyes.
"You look like a drowned rat!" Ron gasped out, his face red from laughing so much. He flinched back as Jayden gave him a death glare.
Jayden turned her glare on the rest of her so-called 'friends'. "I h-hate you all," she huffed, only slightly angry with them. Still, she was cold darn it!
After a few more laughs at the drenched Seeker's expense, Hermione finally decided to take pity on her. "I'm going to take Jayden back to the castle now. She needs to get out of those wet clothes before she gets sick." Hermione waved goodbye and took the sulking girl's hand, leading her back to their room.
"You must be freezing," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Jayden's face. "Get out of those clothes and go take a warm shower, right now," she ordered.
"Yes, mo-mother," Jayden said, a tiny frown on her face. She wasn't mad anymore, just irritated. However, Hermione must've thought she was angry, as the brown-eyed girl was chewing her bottom lip and looking at her worriedly.
"Jayden, I didn't –"
"I'm g-going to go t-take a sh-shower now." Jayden turned around and walked out of the room to the bathroom. A large grin was on her face; she wasn't mad, oh no, not at all, but she was definitely going to make Hermione suffer for going along with everyone else. That's what you get for helping dunk me, Jayden thought gleefully. No one messes with Jayden Potter!
One long, warm, relaxing shower later and Jayden was feeling much better. She stretched and jumped onto her bed, groaning softly as she sprawled out on it.
"Huh? Oh, hi Hermione," Jayden said cheerfully. She rolled over onto her back and peered up at her friend, who was standing in front of her. "Why're you still –"
"Are you mad at me?" Hermione asked quickly, cutting her off. "For not stopping them and for laughing at you?"
Jayden smiled and shook her head no. "Of course not silly. Come here." She patted the spot next to her and Hermione sat down timidly. "G-Geez, you're really worried, aren't you," she murmured. Maybe she had taken things a bit too far…
"Well yeah. You looked so… angry," Hermione said quietly. "I'm sorry, really, I – "
"Don't be," Jayden said smiling at the bushy-haired girl. She took Hermione's hand in hers gently, playing with her friend's fingers. "We'll call it even if you give me ch-chocolate. And cuddles," she added.
"Done and done!" Hermione exclaimed, eager to make it up to her friend. She gave the smaller girl a kiss on the cheek and jumped off the bed, returning after grabbing a Chocolate Frog from her trunk. "Here you go! It's left over from Christmas, but it should still be good."
"Thanks Hermione." Jayden grinned and opened the box, taking out the Frog and biting into it before it could leap away. "Yum…" she moaned, licking her lips clean. A small squeak got her attention and made her glance at Hermione, whose face was beet red. She looked at Hermione quizzically and broke off a leg, holding it out. "Want some?"
"Sure, thanks." She and Hermione sat on her bed and shared the candy between them, having fun feeding each other. It was when Hermione accidentally knocked over the wrapper that it happened. The Wizards' Card fell to the floor, and Jayden gasped in shock as she scanned the bio on the back.
"It's him! It's Flamel!" she yelped, scrambling up.
"It's N-Nicolas Flamel! I knew it! I kn-knew I saw him before!" Jayden held the card up, showing Professor Dumbledore's smiling face. "See? Listen, 'Professor Dumbledore is p-particularly famous for the discovery of the t-twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on al-alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'"
"Merlin's beard!" Hermione got up and practically dove head first into her trunk. She heaved out an enormous old book and plopped down on Jayden's lap, ignoring the 'oof' she got, and quickly flipped through the pages. "I had checked this out a few weeks ago for a bit of light reading, but I can't believe I never looked in here!"
"Hermione, calm down, geez!" Jayden said, chuckling. She wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist, peering over her shoulder. "So wh-what does it say?"
"Nicolas Flamel," Hermione said, her eyes wide, "is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"
A.N.: So there you have it, the chapter that you've all been waiting for! It's been a long time coming, I know, but as said in the other Author's Note, I've been having a hard time with stuff. Anyhow, please review guys, reviews make me happy. I hope you liked the chapter, I feel a bit rusty. Until next time!