Harry's aunt

~4~

~Days later~

Jasmine had been hanging around Fred and George while Harry was still in class with Ron and Hermione.

“So is Lupin like your dad?” George asked, sitting in the common room with Fred and Jasmine.

“Yeah, in a way. He does things that fathers do, so I guess so,” Jasmine said, playing with her light brown curls. “So how many more of you are there?” she asked.

“Well there are four of us going to school here, and we have three more older brothers that graduated from here,” George said.

“Wow, really?” Jasmine asked, sounding surprised.

“Yep,” both boys responded.

“Ginny is the youngest and our only sister,” Fred said. Jasmine nodded and laid back on the couch.

“I’m so bored,” Jasmine groaned. “I would bother Harry, but Remus won’t let me bother him. What’s the point of having a nephew if you can’t bug him?” George laughed a little.

“We ask the same thing about Ron,” George said.

“Other than quidditch and ambushing people in the snow, what else do you two like to do?” Jasmine asked, looking at the two, earning a grin from both of them. “What?”

“I think there’s something else we like to do,” George said, looking at Fred.

“And what is it?” Jasmine asked, before George grabbed Jasmine’s arms, lifting them over her head. “Oy!” Fred began tickling her underarms. Jasmine squealed and wiggled around. “Noooooo!” she yelled, giggling. Both boys laughed and began tickling her. Jasmine squirmed more, laughing.

“We don’t just ambush in the snow,” George said. They continued to tickle her for a bit, before letting her catch her breath.

“I’ll get you both back, just you wait,” Jasmine said, breathing heavily.

“Try catching your breath, before you even try,” Fred teased. Jasmine rolled her eyes playfully as Harry walked into the common room with Ron and Hermione.

“Oh, hey guys. What’s up?” Jasmine asked, still trying to catch her breath.

“Have you seen Lupin? He wasn’t in class today, and we had to deal with Snape,” Harry said.

“Oh? No, I haven’t seen him. He might pop up later today,” Jasmine said, mentally cursing to herself. “He's probably not feeling well.”

“I still think it’s strange that he had us learning about werewolves,” Hermione said, making Jasmine tense up a little.

“You okay, Jasmine? You look tense,” Ron said, looking over at Jasmine.

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine. I’m gonna go for a walk,” Jasmine said, getting up. “I’m gonna head into Hogsmeade today with some of the group.”

“We’ll go with you,” Fred said, getting up with George.

“Okay. I’ll go bundle up,” Jasmine said. “What about you three?”

“Snape assigned a report about werewolves. We have to get it done,” Hermione said.

“And Harry has practice after,” Ron said. “So they need to be back by practice.”

“I’ll bring them back. Even if that means I have to drag back with leashes,” Jasmine said, heading up to her room to grab her coat and snow boots. Both boys chuckled, watching her walk upstairs.

“Your aunt is fun, Harry,” George said, looking over at him.

“Yeah, she is,” Harry said.

“Welp, we better go get ready. Come on, Fred,” George said, heading to their room to get their coats and hats.

“Coming, George,” Fred said, following his brother.

~Days later~

“Let’s go Gryffindor!” Jasmine yelled, standing next to Hermione and Ron, as her voice boomed through the stands.

“Someone’s a sport’s fan,” Ron said to Hermione.

“What’s wrong with that?” Hermione asked, looking at Ron.

“Nothing,” Ron said. “The game is starting,” he said, watching as the players whizzed by on their brooms. The audience cheered for their respected team when they scored, and Harry began looking for the golden snitch.

“Let’s go, Potter!” Jasmine yelled, earning some cheers from other members in the audience. Harry raced with the Slytherin seeker to grab the snitch once they both found it. As the snitch flew higher, leaving the field, Harry raced after it, losing the Slytherin seeker. “There he goes,” Jasmine said, watching Harry playing gave her a sense of familial pride. This feeling soon changed to concern, after watching Harry falling back to the field, unconscious. She pulled out her wand and waved it. “Aresto Momentum!” she yelled, aiming at Harry, making him stop in midair inches from the ground.

“Good work, Jasmine,” Hermione said, her hand over her racing heart.

“Thanks,” Jasmine said, sighing in relief that she caught him in time. “He must have been attacked by another dementor. They’re too close to the school.”

~Hours later~

Jasmine sat in a chair beside Harry, nervous that he wasn’t waking up.

“He’s waking up,” Fred said. Jasmine sighed in relief and looked over at Harry, as he sat up.

“Did we win?” Harry asked, rubbing her eyes. Everyone got quiet, looking at each other.

“What?” Harry asked.

“It wasn’t your fault Harry,” Hermione said.

“You fell off of your broom and...” Ron began, before the twins held out Harry’s broken broom. “It landed in the Whomping Willow...” Ron said sadly. Harry stared at his broom quietly.

“We’ll get you another one,” Jasmine reassured. “I’m just glad I caught you in time.”

“Thank you. I probably would have died if it weren’t for you,” Harry said, giving Jasmine a hug.

“Family looks out for each other,” Jasmine reminded Harry, hugging him. “Now try to get some rest. Those dementors took a lot out of you.”

“Okay,” Harry said, laying back down.

“We’ll come check on you later. Come on, lady and gentlemen,” Jasmine said, getting up to leave. “Let's let the lad get his rest. He's earned it.” Harry watched as his friends leave before falling asleep.