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AN: This is pretty much like the the first book of Harry Potter, but in what I would have liked it would have become. Yes, there will be changes here and there, but generally same thing as the book. If you happen to notice the bad grammar when Hagrid speaks, don't really bother fixing that, because that's the way he talks.

The First Year - The Stone that Gives Life

By NegativeZero

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Prologue

It was one dark, Saturday, night. Everything was quite and calm followed by the gentle howling of the wind and the movement of the trees. Everything was calm in the street called Privet Drive. Around the corner a certain light was flickering and soon it was gone. A figure appeared from behind it. It was an old man, with a ridiculously large, white, beard. His clothes seemed those from fairy tales, purple violet.

Lights were flickering around the street. The man held a devise in the air capturing the electrical currents that fueled the light posts. The man walked down the road as quietly as possible, making his steps, soundless as he walked through the dark night. He stopped at one point too look at another corner, a cat appeared out of no where, a glint was visible in the man’s eye.

“Professor McGonagall what a pleasant night it is, isn’t it?” The aged man asked.

“It certainly is Professor Dumbledore,” The cat meowed as it started to transform. In its place was an aged woman with sagging eyes, she wore a green robe, and wore bifocals. Her witch hat made her stand out in the street. The aged woman soon followed the aged man and had a little chat.

“Where is the child?” The aged woman asked.

“She is with Hagrid,” The aged man replied.

“Do you think it is wise to leave this task to Hagrid, I mean..” The aged woman was cut off.

“I trust Hagrid with my life Professor McGonagall,” The aged man cut her off.
“Yes, Professor Dumbledore,” Professor McGonagall stated with respect in her voce.

It was soon a flicker of light appeared in the sky; it grew stronger as it got closer, and a sound now sounded out the wind with a sound of an engine. When the light hit the road, a bumping sound was made as it drove past many light posts and stopped a few feet behind the aged man.

“Ah, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, what'l lovely evenin',” The figure said getting off the vehicle, a motorcycle to be precise. The figure towered over the two aging professors, he had brown curly hair in compliment with his beard, and he wore a felt coat. He held a bundle of blankest in his arms.

“Ah, Hagrid,” Dumbledore stated, “the girl?”

“Oh here ya’ go,” Hagrid stated handing the bundle of blankets to Dumbledoore, “she fell asleep when we wer’e flyin’.”

“Where did you get the vehicle?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“From a friend,” Hagrid replied continuing down the road followed by the other two aged people, “Sirius Black to be exact.”

“Pro. Dumbledore do you think it is wise to leave this girl with those muggles, I have watched them week, they are the worst kind of people I have ever met or even watched for like the whole week!” Professor McGonagall sated, trying to convince him out of something.

“They are the only family she has left,” Professor Dumbledore stated calmly stopping in front of a front step.

“But, she’s famous; there won’t be a child in the world who won’t know her name!” Professor McGonagall protested.

“Which is why it is best for her to stay here, away from all of that, she would be famous for something she doesn’t remember,” Dumbledore countered calmly placing the pile of blankets on the front step with a letter and an extra item. Hagrid started to sniff and broke into tears.

“Don’t worry Hagrid, this is not a goodbye,” Dumbledore stated consoling the giant, “we’ll see her again.”

Hagrid started to sniffle taking a handkerchief out of his coat in an attempt to reduce the tears, but sadly that made his tears even worse. Professor McGonagall couldn’t help to sniffle just a bit, hiding her face behind her sleeve.

Dumbledore turned around casting his eye down at the bundle of blankest. A sleeping face poked out of it sleeping silently away, Professor Dumbledore couldn’t help but smile.

“Good luck, Jasmine Potter.”

~ End of Prologue ~

A female version of Harry Potter. Neat concept. There were some errors outside of Hagrid's lines though, like devise is suppose to be device and blankest, blankets. Don't worry too much about it, though, I've been the victim of spell check myself. I'll be sure to read the first chapter when it comes out.

The Traveler: Thank you, I am glad you like the story! I hope you enjoy this chapter!


Jasmine woke up rudely in the morning. Her freakish aunt banged her room, or should I say cupboard door loudly as possible. Yes that was right; Jasmine Potter’s room was in a cupboard. She grew accustomed living with the Dursleys, she learned they were wicked people, they barley fed her enough, and shockingly she was alive.

She wore the most overgrown clothes, given to her by her uncle, Uncle Vernon. At least it was better than nothing; well that was what she always told herself. In the cupboard there were spiders hanging around all night, which she got use to. Jasmine Potter loved to draw and she had the talent for it to, but sadly she could never color them since she didn’t have color pencils. She also took an interest in reading. She read the books that her cousin threw away, since he didn’t like reading at all.

Jasmine got her shoes out from under the bed and removed the spiders that inhabited on it. She was used to spiders now, because they occasionally entered the cupboard. Truth be told they were the only company she had, well that she enjoyed anyway. She opened the cupboard door and locked it securely; well it had to be locked securely since there were at least three different locks on it. Jasmine headed for the kitchen where her aunt instructed her to cook breakfast.

“Don’t burn anything,” Her aunt said to her.

“Yes Aunt Petunia,” Jasmine stated.

“Bring my coffee, girl!” Her uncle instructed her.

“Yes Uncle Vernon.”

Her aunt and uncle were ordinary people, mean, but normal. Aunt Petunia had a long neck useful for her daily spying on other gardens. Uncle Vernon was the exact opposite of Aunt Petunia, well physically wise. He was pretty wide, no scratch that he was insanely fat. At least he wasn’t monstrously fat, much to Jasmine’s relief. But, the down side was that it passed down to her fat ass cousin. His name was Dudley, a spoiled fat ass brat. He got what ever and when ever he wanted.

Oh how could she forget he bullied her to. When ever his friends came over they would always play “Jasmine Hunting” which she did not enjoy at all. She would hide in her cupboard and was pretty lucky that they were stupid to not look in there, well most of the time. Oh and how could have she have forgotten, today was his birthday. The day Jasmine dreaded, he was at his meanest at this day. Jasmine was surprised that he didn’t kick her back into her cupboard when she was trying to get into the kitchen.

She left the plate of food and the cup of coffee on the table and sat down in a chair and began to eat. Her cousin came in rushing through the entrance and the first thing he did was look at all the presents he got.

“How many are there?” Dudley asked.

“Thirty-six, counted them myself,” Uncle Vernon replied proudly while Jasmine continued to eat.

“Thirty-six? I got thirty-seven last year!” Dudley exclaimed loudly.

“I know Dudley, but these presents are bigger from the ones you got last year,” Uncle Vernon sated loudly, very nervous.

“I don’t care about how big they are!” Dudley shouted.

“Dudley please don’t be upset. We are going to by four new presents, you’ll have forty!” Aunt Petunia pleaded.

“Forty?” Dudley questioned happily before sitting on a chair right next to Jasmine and started to eat, occasionally stealing food from Jasmine’s plate. When they were finished eating they were upstairs preparing for the big day. They were going to the zoo today and dreadfully Jasmine had to go with them.

“No funny business or no meals for a week,” Uncle Vernon lectured Jasmine before he got into the car, waving the car key at her. The zoo was not all that interesting, true Jasmine got to see a lot of the animals she just didn’t enjoy it. Her cousin was just the opposite; he enjoyed everything they had, from monkeys to elephants. They now entered the reptile room, which was fairly cool for the reptiles that lived here.

“Make it move!” Dudley shouted knocking his hand on the glass trying to make the anaconda move.

“Move!” Uncle Vernon demanded knocking his hand on the glass.

“MOVE!” Dudley screamed knocking the glass with his meaty fist.

“It’s sleeping!” Jasmine yelled over their banging.

“Let’s go this is boring,” Dudley muttered silently moving away from the snake, Jasmine’s aunt and uncle followed the same action while she just stood there looking the snake.

“Sorry about that,” She began, “my fat cousin over there just doesn’t know what it feels like to have people poke their ugly faces in on you day after day, that it seems to turn into an eternity.”

“II Knnnow right,” The snake hissed nodding its head up and down. The anaconda’s eyes started to blink before staring back at Jasmine.

“Can you here me?” Jasmine asked, getting a nod in reply, “This is the first time I talked to a snake, how about you? Do you usually talk to humans?”

The snake shook its head in reply; Jasmine continued on, “You’re from Brazil aren’t you? Do you miss your family?”

The snake pointed its scaly head in the other direction, its head looked like that it was pointing at something. Jasmine scaled her eyes along the snakes body and looked into the direction where its head was pointing. It was a sign that read “Bread in Captivity”

“So you never saw your home or your parents? Then you are just like me, I never knew my parents,” Jasmine stated.

“Hey Dad, you would never guess what’s the snake is doing!” Dudley shouted excitingly, running across the room, pushing Jasmine to the slide making her fall on her butt on the hard floor. He pressed his meaty face on the glass and started pointing at the snake happily. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon watched their son. Jasmine started to glare at Dudley and his stupid reaction, anger boiled up inside her, and she swore she could have blown up at any second.

Then the strangest thing happened. The glass that separated the snake from Dudley just vanished and Dudley fell in the snake’s domain, right straight into the water. The snake hissed a bit before slithering out of it. Dudley screamed in terror, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were stuttering. Jasmine couldn’t help to be a bit amazed. The snake slithered its body on the ground, after collecting itself it circled Jasmine for a bit. Screams of terror could be heard from other guest at the zoos.

“Thanksssss” The snake hissed.

“Anytime,” Jasmine stated stunned by this new development.

“To Brazil here I come!” The snake hissed proudly slithering out of the reptile room. Outside more visitors at the zoo could be heard screaming their heads off in pure terror. Dudley gained the courage to get out of the snake’s domain, but when he was about to get out, his meaty face met the glass that trapped the snake once before. Dudley started to bang at the glass frantically with his bare hands, Aunt Petunia was almost in tears now banging on the glass as well, screaming quite loudly. Uncle Vernon face turned pure red staring at the officer who just stood their, who was wondering what he should do. Jasmine couldn’t help, but to fit in some giggles.

Dudley managed to somehow to get out, wrapped in a towel, with Aunt Petunia helping him into the car. Jasmine just stared out the window all the way, wondering just a bit about what happened at the zoo.

“You were talking to that snake weren’t you Jasmine?” Dudley asked in a taunting voice. Uncle Vernon stared at her through the mirror, but switched his attention back at the road. When the reached the house, Uncle Vernon had tugged her by the ear wanting an explanation.

“I don’t know what happened! It was just like magic!” Jasmine explained in a pleading voice.

Vernon had not taken that answer and shoved Jasmine into her cupboard locking it with extra fiery, “Magic does not exist!”

~ End of Chapter ~

Nice...
Female switch with the main charicter, lol is herminie ( ive never tried to spell it before, so sorry for it being misspelled) a boy ? XD

I always thought it was a great injustice for Harry to endure his uncle, aunt and cousin throughout his life, but Dudley falling into the snake pit almost makes up for it. A little bit of justice for Jasmine, I like that. Chapter 1 was good. I was thinking that Jasmine's cousin would be a girl since she is a girl, but that's alright. Keep up the good work.

Chapter 2: Chaotic Letters

It had been nearly a month since Dudley’s birthday. Uncle Vernon had kept his promise about her meals and she was hungry most of the time, only managing to get the leftovers. Everything was normal at the Dursley’s, the same hell hole it had always been for Jasmine. It was one Monday morning, it was the usual Monday morning for the Dursley’s, snippy as possible. Placing the plates on the table Jasmine began to eat.

“Get the mail Dudley,” Uncle Vernon ordered while stuffing his face.

“Make Jasmine do it,” Dudley whined.

“Fine, Jasmine get the mail!” Uncle Vernon snapped.

“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Jasmine said, reluctantly getting of the chair and exited the kitchen. Jasmine exited the kitchen and picked up piles of letters on the rug in front of the door. Skimming through the addressed letters she stopped on one particular one. The letter she stopped on was addressed to her. A letter was addressed to Jasmine Potter. Jasmine felt excitement flutter her heart, she never got a letter before. Reading the address for what seemed like the fifth time there could be no mistake:

“Ms. J Potter
The Cupboard under the Stairs
1556 Privet Drive”

The envelope was pretty simple looking, made out of a piece of parchment, a light brown like color, similar to feathers on an owl. There was no return address which was odd, but there seemed to be a seal on the back, and the address was made from fine silver ink. Jasmine walked through the hall, placing her letter at the end of the pile, entering the kitchen she placed the letters on the counter then walking to an abandon area of the kitchen and looked at her letter.

Unfortunately for her Dudley saw it and snatched it out of her hands flailing it in the air, “Jasmine got a letter!”

“A letter? Who would be writing to you?” Uncle Vernon scoffed when Dudley handed him the letter. He tore off the seal and opened the folded parchment and started reading it. His eyes scanned the letter, and then paused for a brief moment before tearing it to shreds, stepping on some shredded pieces of the letter that fell on the floor.

“Now it’s not a letter anymore!” Uncle Vernon stated loudly, putting as much venom in his voice as a hiss of a snake.

A lot had been happening for the past week at the Dursley’s, and many involved letters addressed to Jasmine, so scratch that, all of them involved letters addressed to Jasmine. Letters even appeared in the eggs shells instead of the slimy yellow yolk and the milk carton was full of those letters as well and every night Uncle Vernon burned them all at night. The family seemed to have gotten paranoid, letter after letter, but today, Sunday, their nerves calmed down.

“Today’s Sunday!” Uncle Vernon cheered happily, “Dudley tell me what’s so important about Sunday?”

“I don’t know,” Dudley answered taking a cookie off a tray.

“No post on Sundays,” Jasmine answered.

“Yes, no post on Sundays means no blasted letters. Yes, sir, no blasted letters today, no not one!” Uncle Vernon cheered happily and started to rant. Jasmine took a peek out of the window pane and smiled; owls.
Uncle Vernon ranted on and on, but when the house trembled and shook, he abruptly stopped. The fire place soon spit out streams of letters, the same ones addressed to Jasmine. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley ducked, but Jasmine leapt in the air trying to catch one. Catching a few she dashed out of the living room, but Uncle Vernon was on her tail. Jasmine ran in front of her cupboard room trying to open the three locks before Vernon caught up to her, but sadly he did and grabbed her by her waist making Jasmine flail around.

“You are not reading those letters!” Uncle Vernon shouted.

“There my letters and I’ll read them!” Jasmine shouted.

Letters soon filled the hallway, “That’s it! We are going far far away, where they can’t find us!”

When the stream of letters stopped, Dudley and Aunt Petunia ran after Uncle Vernon, “Has daddy gone mad?”


Just like Uncle Vernon had said, they would be going very far away, and that’s what he did. They were now living in a watch tower in the middle of no where, thousands of miles from land. Jasmine was forced to sleep on the floor, Dudley the couch, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took the bed upstairs.

Jasmine looked at her watch, seven minutes to midnight and seven minutes until she turned ten. She stared at the sand; she was carving a birthday cake into it. Doing the finishing touches she looked back at her watch.
‘Four more minutes,” Jasmine thought. Staring at her golden watch she waited for the minutes to tick by. When the hands reached midnight she closed her eyes and blew the sand away. She smiled lightly at herself, watching the sand erode away. The watch tower soon shook with a big bang and soon the wooden door was sent flying at the stone wall.

“Hello Jasmine, haven’t seen yer in a while,”

~ End of Chapter ~

I was hoping I wouldn't be the only one commenting on your retelling of Harry Potter, besides someone who had three accounts that is ;). Anyways, you've rewrote another good chapter, but it's really too similar to the original work. Maybe throwing in some more twists would make it more original.

Now you have another reader!:D I think you've done quite well. You've made the context somewhat conversational though. It's not terrible; in fact, it makes me laugh! Keep up the good work!

Quote:Bread in Captivity

I will never, ever stop laughing.:D

I like ti well enough, but I've already read HP so many times...

Thank you for your reviews! I will have the next chapter up, when my I get back to the normal homework levels I get. (My homework was tripled)

~NZ