Jasmine Evans looked at address of Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. She did not expect her husband, Willow Evans, to become a Secret Keeper to her memories. When the war that Lily, her younger daughter, was involved in, Jasmine have been hoping to lend a hand someway somehow. They had argued about that and Lily had seemingly agreed to let her help. Jasmine didn't know how she can help but she had promised to think of something.

A week after the argument, life became...strange.

She moved to the Americas and lived a simple life there until Willow contracted a sort of influenza that wrecked havoc on his immunity. Being so old, in his late 70's, doctors weren't confident that he would survive. It was a few days after his cremation that the strange dream-like state she was living in lifted. Willow's journal explained how Lily begged him to take her out of England as unlike with Petunia, her enemies had their eyes on her parents. It was a hard decision and he knew that Jasmine might hate him for it but he needed to keep her safe somehow. Petunia had completely cut off any contact with Lily due to some fights that they refused to confide in her with. Besides, her step daughter had already moved away from her childhood home.

In the end, Willow agreed to move and had some sort of magic ritual done to seal her memories about Lily and the magical away with him as the Secret Keeper. They had agreed to lift the seal when the war ended but neither Lily not her husband James made contact until Willow had the influenza. It had been 5 years since and now she's finally flying back to England. Somehow, Willow kept contact with Petunia.

That daughter of her was from his first marriage. Petunia was 2 when Jasmine came into her life and the two hardly clicked, no matter what Jasmine tried to get close. It grew worse after Lily received confirmation that she was a witch and they grew enchanted with this other side of the world. Jasmine tried to be there for Petunia but Willow's daughter seemed determined to see her attempts as placating her for Lily's 'specialty'. Even more when the war grew more violent and Jasmine's attention turned to try and keep her own daughter alive. Willow even helped share some of his war strategy from when he was serving the army through the World War with James to at least give them some chance that their wizard Nazi would not expect. Magic might be expected but not Muggle warfare. It made Petunia felt like any accomplishment she made was set aside.

Jasmine never meant to make her feel that way. She never wanted anyone to feel like they were set aside. It was hard when she had to watch it happen to her younger brother growing up. She never wanted to take after her own parents...

She rang the doorbell.

It did not take long for Petunia Dursley to open the door. Her soft hazel eyes widened, "Mum?"

Jasmine smiled, fading red hair tied in a bun behind her head, as she greeted her, "Hello, Petunia,"

Emotion surging, Petunia hugged her, "Mum!" After a moment of sharing a hug, they separated and Petunia eagerly pulled her in, "Come inside!"

Jasmine walked in, looking around and taking note of a chubby 3 years old featured in every picture frame. Petunia took her to the living room and started to fuss over, "When did you come back? I thought you are retiring in America?"

Jasmine smiled, "I was...but Willow...well..."

Petunia's face fell, "Oh...Father passed away. I-I heard and I w-wanted to go but then Dudley got the worms that week and we couldn't leave. After that, Vernon was promoted and he couldn't possibly push that aside after he worked so long to get it," She sighed, "I'm so sorry, Mum. I wished I was there,"

Jasmine smiled, patting her hand, "It's alright, dear. He passed away peacefully. He just wished his daughters were there...speaking of," She looked at Petunia, "Have you heard from Lily? Since England is the same as always, I supposed either the war ended in her favor or it cooled down enough,"

Petunia's face darkened, "Oh. Lily..."

Jasmine sighed, "I know I'm with you, dear, but I am worried about Lily,"

Jasmine was there when World War 2 broke out and she never wanted that for her children, biological or not. So when Lily was caught in one, she wanted her daughter to leave that world and just hide here as a Muggle. But Lily's lack of proper Muggle education would make it hard for her to survive outside the magical world. Not to mention, she took after her uncle too much. There was not stopping either of them once they made up their mind.

Petunia looked down, "...she's dead,"

Jasmine paused, "What?"

Petunia drew in deep breathes and repeated, "She's dead. They killed her and her husband,"

Jasmine felt her world grew cold. Burning tears fell down her eyes as she cried for her youngest. That would explain why neither reached out for them. She took a moment to compose herself. She was never an emotional woman. Life was hard but she knew that it could have been harder. Still, never did she dreamed that she would have to bury her daughter before herself. She only ever dreamed of an ending where she was surrounded by loved ones.

Petunia shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She then stood up, "I forgot. I'm such a terrible host. I'll make you some tea, alright. It'll calm you down, I'm sure,"

Jasmine let her as she continued to mourn. She then felt a tickle in her throat. She quickly dug out a handkerchief and coughed into the piece of cloth. She didn't look at the wetness that fell out of her lips and quickly pushed it back into her pocket. A few minutes later, Petunia returned with a tray of tea and snacks, "Vernon bought me these lovely tea set. He is such a wonderful husband. My baby angel Dudley is sure to be a wonderful man once he's grown!"

Jasmine knew that for Petunia, Lily's death was perhaps an old thing. She tried to smile and congratulate Petunia for her happy marriage, properly cooed at the baby pictures of her grandson. Although she did worry that the boy ate too much. But Petunia simply laughed it off, "Nonsense! He have big bones! Just like his Da! Look at them! What a pair!"

Vernon certainly seemed to have added weight from when Jasmine saw him last. But remembering how Petunia loved cooking, Jasmine could only smile and nod. But even though she was there, her heart cannot help but wonder if Lily ever have a child.

She tried not to rain on Petunia's parade but in the end she cannot help herself, "Petunia...do you know if Lily ever...ever have a child with James?"

Petunia stopped gushing over her family successes and looked at her mother. She looked uncomfortably away, "W-well...you know I have cut all contact with her, Mum,"

Jasmine noticed the lack of concrete answer but decided to let it go. She then asked, "May I use your toilet, Petunia? I think I had too much tea,"

Petunia immediately gave her the direction to the toilet on the ground floor. As Jasmine headed to the kitchen, she noticed the door of the cupboard under the stair. The lock there was inconspicuous but...something about it felt ominous to her. She put that aside and headed for the toilet. A moment after, she looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hand.

Jasmine decided that she will take these last few years that she have left to spend it with Petunia. She was the only one of her family left, even without blood between them. As she dried her hand, she walked out only to frown and stop by the cupboard under the stair. She looked at it curiously.

There was a reason why Jasmine barely blink when Lily made things fly. She thought it was because of what happened to her growing up. That perhaps she was so 'normal' because her children was supposed to inherit whatever weirdness she gained growing with her parents. That whatever quirk she gained being exposed to such supernatural elements was suppressed by her adapted immunity. It made sense in her head. Being with Lily felt less magical and more normal to her due to this. She was so much like her baby brother that it sometimes shocked Jasmine when her green eyes didn't glow when her emotions ran high. Still, one did not grew up in a haunted house with ghost hunting parents and an eldritch little brother without a healthy dose of paranoia. And at the moment, her instinct was telling her to look at the cupboard.

"Mum?"

Jasmine ignored her as she unlatched the lock on the cupboard. Petunia turned the corner and her hazel eyes widened when Jasmine opened the little door to see familiar green eyes peering back at her, set in a tiny pale face under a mop of black hair. He looked just like her little brother at that age that for a moment she whispered, "Danny?"

Petunia fretted, wringing her hands as she looked at her, "M-mum? He just liked the cupboard under the stairs. You know how kids are! That's his little secret space, you know? He-he just-"

Jasmine's voice was like ghost fire, "Don't lie to me, Petunia. Unlike whoever has been in this house, I am not blind to abuse,"

Petunia bit on her lip, "I-I don't...I don't abuse him..."

Jasmine looked at her, "You don't? Petunia, I grew up watching my little brother ignored by my parents. I raised him when they couldn't be bothered. I wasn't just his sister, I was his mother! I know when a child have been starved or denied food. At least they have the excuse that they forgot that they have a second child. What's yours, Petunia? What is your excuse?"

Petunia's pale face turned red, "He killed Lily!"

Jasmine's face frowned, "What? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Petunia pointed at the mystery child that looked so much like her Danny, "He killed Lily! He killed him mum and dad! They came for him, I heard! If he wasn't born, they would have lived!"

Jasmine shouted, "PETUNIA DURSLEY!" She was angry, so angry for the first time since a very long time that her frame shook. She pointed one shaking finger at Willow's daughter's nose, "How dare you. How dare you lay blame on an innocent child. I know Lily as much as I know you. You are both good mothers. Would you stand aside to let your Dudley die, Petunia?"

Petunia's eyes widened, "I would never-!"

"THEN NEITHER WOULD LILY!" Jasmine raged, "Letting your child die for you is not something a good mother would do! If you can't do it, why would Lily? Would you hate your son if you died to keep him alive, Petunia? Would you allow anyone to call your son a murderer just because you died instead of him?"

Petunia shook her head, stepping, "M-mum, I-!"

Jasmine rounded on her, "The truth. Why is he here? Is Lily really gone? Why isn't he with James' parents?"

Petunia looked away, "They are dead. He killed them all," She then turned burning gaze at her, "And now he's here and I have to worry that they will find him and kill my family! I never wanted him! I tried sending him away but they returned him here! My husband and son are nothing but hostages for this...this freak!"

Jasmine recoiled from the word, her eyes wide with unshed tears of disappointment. She then looked at the little boy huddling in the cupboard, green eyes wide with fear but not confusion at being called a freak. She cannot help but thought of her younger brother when she last saw him. Fearful of their parents but resigned by their slurs towards him. She felt like such a failure of a sister then and now she felt like such a failure of a mother.

She knelt down and looked at the boy, "What's your name, baby?"

The boy whispered, "F-freak?"

Her heart hurt by the timid answer. She looked at Petunia and found the woman looking like a petulant child who found it unfair that her words were set aside for someone else's. Jasmine stood up, "I'll take him,"

Petunia looked at her, "What?"

Jasmine turned to her, "I'll take him. Now give me his name. I'm his grandmother. I'll take him. You won't ever have to see him again. And you won't see me anymore. I'll give you Willow's urn. This way, those enemies of Lily's will not threaten you or your family ever again," She smiled, "I'm disappointed, Petunia, but I understand. You are a good mother. But you love your son more. This child painted such a big target on your back,"

Petunia stared at her before looking away, "I'll give you the letter he left me," She then told her, "I always knew you love her more than me, anyway. What did I expect that things will be different now?"

Jasmine scowled but knew that Petunia never believed her when she told her that she loved her the same she loved Lily. Petunia have always been under the assumption that Jasmine loved Lily more because she was magical. She had tried to ask the Headmaster to let her attend Hogwarts once. Jasmine knew, even though she tried hiding it. Her jealousy only escalated when puberty hit and Lily was praised as the prettier one by the people around them. It took Jasmine a lot to convince Petunia that she will grow into her own beauty. But every effort fell flat as if she was just trying to placate her with lies when it wasn't.

She looked at the boy and smiled, "Will you come with me, baby? I'm your Grandma Jasmine,"

And that was how Jasmine ended up with a 3 years old boy pressed up on her side as she rode the train to Godric's Hollow. She managed to give the boy something better to wear, enduring all the suspicious looks sent her way while she had her orphaned grandson seen to before moving west. In the letter left by Albus Dumbledore, he had explained about the blood ward that would keep Petunia's son and herself safe along with Harry for as long as Harry called her home as his home. He also gave her the address of their grave for Harry to visit whenever she felt he was big enough.

Neither Petunia nor Lily knew about their half-sisters status. Jasmine and Willow never felt the need. After all, family is family. But clearly, this would backfire terribly. If the blood ward worked by targeting those with Lily's blood, then Jasmine's should hold. She didn't blame Lily. James once told her that his family were related to most of the pureblood magical families in Britain and part of Europe. His mother was related to that friend of his, Sirius, and Sirius's cousins were all apparently married to magical families that supported the Dark Lord. Lily's side was the only side that they can be certain did not have any Death Eaters to sell the boy off or sacrificed to bring back the Dark Lord.

Jasmine won't put it above them to be able to do such a thing. After all, her brother came back with pseudo-science and a lot of voltage worthy of a lightning storm like Frankenstein but cuter.

But back to the blood ward, Lily probably thought that by doing this, she could protect both her son and made sure Petunia keep him safe. However, her ignorance could have caused quite the surprise when the blood ward failed. Still, Jasmine was smart enough to suspect that the blood ward would barely hold with how Petunia treated little Harry.

Harry Potter. Harold James Potter, to be exact.

He was just there, living in the cupboard, pretending to play the endless game of not existing. Anything outside the cupboard were either angry screams, painful pinches, hits, and other terrible memories. Jasmine was sorely disappointed. Lily possibly did not expect her sister to be grow so cruel. Again, they might have screamed at each other at Petunia's wedding, something about Vernon being inappropriate with her, causing James to momentarily change the man into a swine for a few minutes before reversing the curse. But they had been amicable enough when they separate for one last time.

Jasmine was aware that Petunia had decided to go no contact with Lily. It was a saddening thing and she felt like she failed her girls in some way but Willow had explained that she should let them settle the matter between themselves. Perhaps Lily had believed, like her, that Petunia would love her nephew. That her jealousy was only towards Lily and would not extend to Harry. However, from Petunia's own words, fear had driven her to hate Harry. And though she was wrong, Jasmine understood.

It was a sad thing, what happened between her girls.

They checked in with a family ran bed and breakfast upon arrival in the small village. Jasmine put Harry to bed after dinner and sat down in her own bed. She looked out her window, knowing that with her cancer coming back, she won't be able to last long enough for Harry to live into adulthood. However, she was hoping that perhaps, if the Headmaster that had put Harry with Petunia had people watching, he would make contact with her and...perhaps...with magic, she could summon her Danny.

Her Danny, the Schrodinger.

She wondered where in the Infinite Realm he must be. After all, he left through a natural portal to escape their gun blazing parents. She herself fell through another while arguing with them for their over the top reaction to Danny's little secret and found herself all the way back to mid to late 1930's in England of all places. She grew up in the past, unsure if this was her past or another world's past because there was no way to confirm it. She didn't even know if Danny knew.

She sighed, "Clockwork...please tell Danny...I need him,"

She needed him a long time ago, when Lily first told her about that Wizard Hitler. She needed him when World War 2 started and she thought she would die. She needed him when Willow died and she was stranded in America with empty memories.

But Danny never find her and perhaps...he hated her enough to forget about her.

The next morning, she came down to see a familiar man looking utterly out of place with his rather strange Muggle fashion. Oh, he wasn't very weird, style wise. Rather, the colors he chose made him stand out like a sore thumb. That, and his long beard and hair really stood out. Jasmine simply nudged Harry to sit across from the man and smiled at him, "I was expecting you,"

Albus Dumbledore smiled at her, "Formidable mind as always, Mrs Evans,"

Jasmine laughed, "Call me Jazz,"

Jazz, a name she didn't expect to share with anyone anymore. But, if she wanted to do this, she needed to be that girl once more. A girl who chased her brother into dangerous fights despite being terrible with guns and often time hit him more than his enemies. But her mind was a steel trap, though not in the same manner her brother's was. Not in the same manner that her parent's were. No. Jazz was a woman whose mind ruled her heart. She wasn't a great fighter physically but her mind was different.

Albus looked at her, "I am grateful that you came back and met Harry, but Lily's-,"

She cut him, "Petunia is actually my stepdaughter. Lily's ward will not work with her,"

Albus's eyes widened, "But I felt the barrier,"

Jazz sighed, "Perhaps because it was young. Recently places upon her...well, this is all my theories, Professor. I am not one of you, no matter how I read her texts to try and understand how your world changed her worldview. But even if I can't cast a spell, I can still understand what can and cannot work," She patted Harry's bony shoulder, "Besides, Petunia...she feared what having him with her meant for her clearly powerless family. That fear are slowly simmering into hate and I am sure you can understand how it affect little Harry here,"

Albus's face crumpled, "I see...perhaps I could arrange a place for you and Harry to stay while I figure out a protection for you both. Though...it failed with Lily and James,"

Jazz shook her head, "No,"

He blinked at her, "No?"

Jazz smiled, "I'm dying, Professor. I have cancer. My body is too old to handle anymore chemotherapy,"

Albus's eyes grew wet, "Oh dear. And what of little Harry? Even Phoenix tears...they can extend your life and ease some of the illness's burden but in the end, it cannot defeat it,"

Jazz looked at him, "I have someone in mind. Someone that I assure you that your Dark Lord could not terrorize or hurt. Someone of my blood. He's not magical like you but he's very powerful. However, reaching him is...I will need your help,"

Albus looked around, "Well...let us have our breakfast first and then we will talk about this person you have in mind,"

Jazz could only suppress her hope. She had tried to find the answers in Lily's text but necromancy was considered a dark magic practice and Lily have little interest to investigate something so dark. However, perhaps asking the dead was the only way she could reach her little brother, the Ghost King of the Infinite Realm.