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This story is No. 2 in the series "Identity". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: There is more to Jazmine Ren than meets the eye but what is it? And who exactly is she? second in series. BTVSHP XOVER. AU AFTER 4TH BOOK AND SEASON 3.

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Harry Potter > GeneralManyNamedChibiFR1343,794001,7075 Apr 0730 Apr 07No

Jame's Story pt 1

I still don't own any of this.... T-T


Jazmine moaned and stirred. ‘Bloody hell! Where am I? All I remember is being at the Bronze and introducing James… why did I just call Jer James? OH!’ Jazmine’s mind was awash with memories and feelings. She opened her mouth to speak and croaked “James”.

“I’m here,” came the deep voice, soothing her weariness. “Go back to sleep.”

“James, I don’t want to lose you again…” She pleaded with him as her voice faded.

“You won’t, Sakura. Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake.” James told her as he gently reached up and brushed Jaz’s witch’s streak out of her face as she drifted back to sleep.

As she slept, she dreamt. And she remembered. She remembered her brother, Lucius, and her father, Louis. She remembered being rejected by her family and the acceptance she found at Hogwarts. Most of all, she recalled the Marauders and their pranks…

When she woke, the Sun was shining through the living room windows of the Summers' household. Jazmine sat up and looked around. ‘Ugh. What happened? I feel like I tried to slay a vamp lord.’ She was seated on the couch, dressed in a black dress of a sort. ‘No. It’s called a robe. This looks like the old school robes Prongs, Ripper and I used to wear.’ Gingerly she tried to stand, but abruptly sat down again when her knees gave out.

Realizing that she would be unable to move from the couch without help, she called out, “Anybody home?” Immediately, she heard a pounding from the kitchen area and from upstairs. Seconds later, she saw Xander run out of the cellar and Willow come down the stairs, Oz hot on her heels.

“Jazmine! Are you alright?” Willow asked, reaching her first.

“I feel like I just try to take Buffy’s place and slay a vamp lord. Other than that… everything’s peachy keen.” She said to Xander, knowing he would appreciate the sarcasm, “Did you catch the name of the Vamp who decided to use me as a punching bag?”

“Actually, that wasn’t a Vampire.” Oz told her. “You were on the receiving end of a memory charm meltdown.”

“Prongs –he told us to call him that- said you should be fine.” Willow said sitting next to her. “Are you feeling ok?”

Jazmine sighed, “I’m still trying to sort it all out. Right now I feel like two people in one body.

“You‘ll probably fell that way for a while." A voice said from the doorway. The four turned and found James leaning against the frame.

“Prongs!” Jazmine cried and tried to stand. James swiftly walked to catch her.

“It’s alright Scalor. I’m here,” he murmured into her hair.

“I missed you, James. I missed you and I forgot you.” She cried into his shirt. The others looked around, wondering what they should do.

“Shhh.” He whispered as he held her. “It’s alright. Shhh.”

After several minutes, a frown crossed Xander’s face. “Hey, now that I think about it, none of us ever got a proper intro., what with the memory assault and everything.”

Jazmine lifted her head up and sniffed. “I guess that’s my fault…”

James chuckled, “Not really. You’ve been out for almost a day and a half. I just never introduced myself.”

Jazmine smiled, “Oh… sorry anyway.” She looked at the others and noticed their mildly surprised looks. “What?”

Oz smiled, “You just sounded incredibly-“

“Like you’re from the Land of Giles.” Xander finished for him.

“Guys… I hate to break it to you but… I am from the Land of Giles”

Xander mocked a look of horror while Oz and Willow laughed. “Oh no. Not another one who’s been corrupted by the Land of Tweed.”

Jazmine raised an eyebrow, “And that’s a bad thing? But I do believe we are moving from the subject at hand…”

“Ah, yes.” James said and cleared his throat. “My name is James Potter, not Jerimiah Potts. I was born in a town outside of London called Godrick’s Hollow. I lived there until about 15 years or so ago when I, ah, decided to travel.”

“And what is it you do exactly” Xander asked him, acting like a suspicious father and skillfully pulling the attention away from Willow’s calculating look.

“I am a, ah, Jack-of-All-Trades.” James flashed a smile.

“Oh, damn it all, James. Just tell them you’re a wizard. It’s not like they’re not accustomed to magical shit.” Jazmine told him in exasperation.

James looked at her in surprise, both at her use of words and what she was implying, “But- but the ministry.”

“Oh, damn to the depths those who thought up that damned ministry. James, look. Willow’s a Wicca, Oz is a werewolf- that’s I couldn’t be around you at the full moon Oz, you reminded me of our friend Moony- Anya’s and ex-vengeance demon, Cordy’s supposed to be some sort of seer, Angel and Spike are vamps, Buffy and Faith are Slayers, and don’t let me get started on Rupert!” James put his hands up in silent surrender as Jazmine’s voice rose.

“Jaz,” Willow said softly, “you said that Prongs, Giles, and you went to the same school.””

“Yeah, so.” Jaz snapped back.

“Where did you learn magic?”

“Hogwarts. Why?”

“Hogwarts?”

“Yeah. Hogwars School of-“

“-of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” Willow finished as realization struck.

“Oh my…”

The End?

You have reached the end of "Identity Unknown" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 30 Apr 07.

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