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Chapter 47:

Their Parents' Child

Jessalyn groaned as she woke, feeling horrid. She blinked against the harsh light, noticing she was most certainly not in her room. As she began to sit up, she hissed – her wrist felt like it was on fire, and there was a pounding within her head.

"Jessalyn? Are you okay?" she heard a voice ask. Turning her head, she groaned, but tried to smile at her brother.

"I – I can't right now," she said.

"All right, then just listen and answer. Why is Rowle teaching you wandless magic?"

"He – he offered to, just in case I hurt my wrist again or something else comes up."

"You think you're weak and a charity case he said."

"He heard that? I – well, of course. I can't do it, not to mention why would he want to help me?"

"I can't answer that. But how – what happened yesterday?"

"I don't know. I just felt faint, and my wrist hurts really badly," she replied, turning into him, trying to get comfortable.

"Madame Pomprey says you should stay here for another few days."

"But I'll miss classes!"

"You need the rest, Jessalyn. And I'll come back and visit," he promised, squeezing her good hand, before carefully slipping off of the bed, missing his sister's grimace of pain.

Jessalyn groaned softly, trying to get comfortable once more. Madame Pomprey must have heard her, for the matronly witch came out from her office.

"Miss Potter, drink this," she said, handing the younger witch a small glass of potion.

"What is it?"

"A pain potion; now drink."

"I – I can't. Professor Snape's instructed me to take a medication every morning and evening. What if they interact?" she asked.

The mediwitch's expression turned to one of surprise, before she turned and headed back into her office, to alert Severus to their student's awakening.


"Severus," she said, stopping him as he flooed into her office. "Why didn't you tell me you were giving her medicine?"

"Up until yesterday, you didn't need to know, for she was under my care and had no intention of coming here," he replied stiffly, before striding to see his favorite student…not that he would admit it out loud, of course. Especially since she was Potter's daughter. Yet…she looked and was so much like Lily.

"Hello Professor," she said, trying to sit up upon seeing her Head of House.

"How are you feeling, Miss Potter?" he asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "And do not lie or downplay to me."

"My wrist feels like it's on fire, sir; like there are needles prinking it constantly. I still feel faint and dizzy as well."

Severus nodded once, picking up the vial Madame Pomprey had left on the nightstand and sniffing it.

"You may take this so long as you do not take the other potion I gave you for at night. Can I presume you did not take your morning potion earlier today?" he said, waiting for her answer. When she nodded, slight fear coming into her eyes, he handed it the new vial of potion to her. Jessalyn took it, wincing as she reached up and across to do so. Snape noticed this, though made no motion of acknowledgement.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, before consuming the potion, making a face at the taste of it. The Wizarding World really needed to come up with better flavored medicines.

"Miss Potter, may I see your wrist? I might as well check it now, since you're here anyway."

Carefully, she pulled her wrist from beneath the covers and raised it up. As gently as he could, Severus began magically examining his student's injured wrist. As he slipped the brace off, he heard her bite back a hiss of pain. Looking down, he saw that the wrist was swollen and purpling. Brow furrowing slightly, he cast another diagnostic spell, and it took most of his training as a spy not to reveal his true emotions.

"Miss Potter, what have you been doing lately? I thought I instructed you not to use your wrist until it was healed," he said.

"Professor, I've been as careful as I could be. I don't know – " but Jessalyn stopped as she realized that Romilda Vane and the other girls pushing her up against the wall, not to mention it hitting the ground as she passed out the other day might be the cause of this.

Severus noticed this, and dared glancing at her quickly, peeking into her mind to see what caused her to stop so suddenly. He had to fight down anger at those girls as he averted his gaze and pulled back from her mind, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Is it bad, Professor?" she asked instead, causing him to look directly at her.

"It's gotten worse. How you managed that, I do not know," he replied, lying. She didn't seem to notice, though her brow furrowed slightly as she winced. Suddenly, she had a very bad headache, worse than it had been only moments before.

"I – I'm sorry, sir. I've been following your orders, I swear," she said, desperation beginning to enter her voice.

"Miss Potter, calm yourself. I am simply curious as to what you did to make your already harsh injury worse."

"I – thank you for helping me, sir."

"You're welcome," he said, his voice quiet.


Later that day, Draco cornered Rita Skeeter. "I saw what you wrote," he told her.

"Oh? Did you like it?" she asked gleefully.

"No. I want you to write a retraction."

"What?"

"I want you to write a retraction," he repeated. "Jessalyn Potter is my girlfriend." He said, his tone cold. Skeeter's eyes widened as he purposely said her last name.

"Potter?"

"That's right. Jessalyn is Harry Potter's younger sister. While I admit the first part was a bit humorous, the part on Jess was just sick. Perhaps you need to stop writing total fallacies and check your facts next time. Not to mention you used the Malfoy name without permission. That could get you arrested, as I'm sure you are aware."

Rita paled as Draco smirked before continuing.

"However, I am willing to overlook that small factor. If you write a formal retraction and apology."

"Ye – yes, Mr. Malfoy. Shall I send it to you first for approval?"

"Naturally," Draco drawled.

"You shall have it by the weekend."

Draco nodded once curtly, before turning on his heal and striding away, looking every bit his father's son.


Draco then went directly to the Hospital Wing.

"Hey Jess," he said quietly, approaching her bedside.

"Hi Draco," she replied, her voice sounding strained.

"How are you feeling?"

"I – "

"Please don't lie to me, Jess."

"I – I don't want to talk about it."

Draco just nodded, taking her good hand in his.

"Draco, why did people think I was playing you and Harry? No one would give me a straight answer."

Immediately her boyfriend tensed, but resolved to answer her nonetheless. "Rita Skeeter wrote an article in Witch Weekly. She – "

" – Wait. If the article was in Witch Weekly, then how exactly did you see it?" she interrupted.

"Pansy sat next to me and I saw a picture of you, so I took it from her," he explained with a shrug. Jessalyn snorted, which quickly turned into a grimace.

"Anyway, she wrote an article saying how Hermione was going after both Krum and Potter. But then she turned it to you, saying how you had come into the tent, hugging him and all, and then going off to hang with me. She didn't know you were his sister. So she accused you of playing both of us."

"Okay, first – that's totally disgusting. Both parts. Hermione likes Harry romantically as much as I do. Second…what did you mean 'she didn't know?' How would she know now?"

"I talked to her. Printing the Malfoy name without permission could get her in jail. It's in our family's contract." He began, and this statement caused her to roll her eyes. Draco ignored this as he continued. "But furthermore, I told her what exactly I thought of the article, and demanded she write a retraction."

"I – Draco, thank you," she said quietly, stunned.

In the privacy of the Hospital Wing, Draco gave her a small smile.

"I love you, Jessalyn. No matter what happens. Please – if something's bothering you, don't hesitate to tell me," he said quietly.

"Okay," she replied simply, her voice still not above a whisper.

Kissing her gently, he got up, causing her brow to furrow. "Just because you don't have to do homework doesn't mean the rest of us get out of it," he said, seeing her reaction.

As he left, Jessalyn sighed, sinking into the pillows. She couldn't believe how horrid some people could be…and how great others could be as well. Perhaps it was a Potter curse – to be given both very bad and very good luck.


Harry was on his way back to the Hospital Wing later that evening when he was ambushed by a group of girls. He felt his jaw go slack when he realized Cho Chang was leading them.

"Harry, why would you want either of those girls? I thought you were interested in me," she said.

"I – I am," he replied nervously.

"Then why would you go after either of those ugly, pathetic girls?" she repeated, truly not understanding.

"That article was fake and untrue. You shouldn't believe everything you read," he said, somehow managing to speak.

"So you're not interested in them?" another girl asked, someone Harry didn't know.

"No. Hermione's just my friend; actually she's like my sister, and Jessalyn is my sister."

A collective gasp was heard among the girls.

"She's your sister?" Romilda Vane asked.

"Yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'm on my way to see her, no thanks to you," he replied, pushing past the girls, (while smiling at Cho.)


Harry entered the Hospital Wing moments after Draco had left.

"You came back," she whispered, upon seeing him.

"Of course I did. I'm your brother," he exclaimed, surprised as he took a seat on the bed.

"Then why are you constantly distancing yourself from me?"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not on great terms with your boyfriend," he said, making a face as he spat the last word.

"So work around it. I – I miss how things were before Hogwarts," she admitted quietly.

Harry's expression softened just a bit, and identical emerald eyes met as she continued. "I miss when you were 'just Harry'."

Harry didn't know what to say, so instead he just leaned down to hug her when she stopped him. "Not now. It hurts too much," she said, and he knew it was taking her a lot to admit that. So he nodded.

"If you ever need me, you know you can just come find me, right?"

She nodded, albeit halfheartedly. Giving her hand a squeeze, he left, feeling like there was nothing left to say. Clenching her jaw, she turned away, so she wouldn't have to see him leave. From what she had heard of their father, it seemed that Harry, just like James had been, didn't want to deal with anything too serious.

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