The students' second year came to an end sooner than they had expected. Throughout the rest of the year, the four Marauders searched the castle for secret passageways and shortcuts, sneaking out of their dorm after curfew with James's Invisibility Cloak. Even if it weren't past curfew yet, Sirius and James would still insist on taking the cloak with them anyway, always keen to make an adventure out of anything.

Lily spent day and night studying for the end-of-term examination, taking Alice and Marlene to the library with herself; Marlene needed all the help that she could get. Meanwhile, Jenna used all her time to practice Quidditch with her team.

   Gryffindors won the Quidditch Cup in the end, throwing the biggest party in their common room that Jenna had ever seen in her two years at Hogwarts.

The Gryffindor captain, Mei, was graduating Hogwarts, and so the captain was naturally going to change next year. James was already talking about going for the Quidditch tryouts in their third year. He even spent all summer break practicing on his broom in the Potter Manor's backyard.

     When their Hogwarts letters finally arrived near the end of the summer, containing the list of their third year books, James and Jenna were most excited about finally receiving their Hogsmeade forms, which their parents had to sign.

     They couldn't remember being this excited to return back to Hogwarts, now that their third year was finally starting.

      "I don't like it here," said Fleamont grimly as the Potters were walking through the King's Cross station, trying to get to platform 9 and 10.

     Mr. Potter had just caught a group of young Muggle boys who were passing them by throw glances at Jenna's direction before grinning to each other. Fleamont knew those looks well enough to know that the time he had feared the most since the birth of his kids had finally arrived.

They had become teenagers.

Before, he didn't mind when his children would cause trouble around the house or at school, pranking everyone and throwing Dungbombs. But as a father, he had naturally become concerned when it came to his two kids dating in the future. Or perhaps slightly more than what was natural.

     Jenna hadn't even paid those Muggles the slightest attention, at this point convinced that all boys were basically pigs. Alice might've disagreed if she were there, but Jenna still wasn't over her grudge on a certain boy with black hair and grey eyes.

      "Fleamont, this is completely normal," said Euphemia Potter, who had caught her husband sending death glares at any boy that passed them by. "Of course they would think Jenna is pretty."

     "Of course she is. But that doesn't give them the right to ogle!" Mr. Potter retorted.

     "Ew. Dad, please don't use those kinds of words." Jenna groaned, rolling her eyes.

     There was no denying that throughout the past six months she had grown into a much more beautiful young girl, which certainly hadn't gone unnoticed by the boys her age at Hogwarts.

     James too had grown much taller over the past few months that his old clothes didn't fit him anymore, and so they all had to pay another visit to Madam Malkin's robes shop in Diagon Alley.

     "Jen! Hey, Jen!"

     Turning around at the voice calling her, Jenna smiled when she saw Lily approaching them with her family from the other end of the station in the distance.

    "Do I need to get my eyes checked again, or has Evans really changed over the summer?" James mused, a grin slowly brewing on his lips.

"Oi!" Jenna smacked him across the arm, giving him a warning glare. "Don't even think about it, J.P."

"What? I just said she's changed! I didn't even say it was a good change!" James retorted defensively, but his grin was speaking for itself.

"Here, sweetheart, I'll take your trolley. You can go and say hi to your friend," said Mrs. Potter with a smile. "We'll meet you at Platform 9 3/4."

"Thanks, Mum!" Jenna said happily before rushing forward to greet her best friend.

"I should better go say hi, too. It would be rude of me not to," said James with his smirk still dangling from the edge of his mouth. But as soon as he took the first step, Mr. Potter grabbed him by the back of his shirt, dragging him back.

"Don't even think about it, young man," he said with an unusually firm tone.

James threw a questioning look at his mother, who only sighed deeply and started walking again down the station.

When Jenna met her parents in Platform Nine and Three-Quarters after a few minutes, they were already taking turn in hugging James goodbye.

"Oh, good. You're here," said Mr. Potter as soon as his eyes fell on Jenna. There was something about the expression on his face that worried Jenna. "I was thinking about having a talk with the two of you before you leave."

"Here we go," Mrs. Potter mumbled to herself, meanwhile James and Jenna shared a fearful look. They didn't want to know where this conversation was leading to.

"Okay," their father started and cleared his throat, his tone suddenly different, "I know you two have reached — how do I put this — you've reached that age when you start to notice boys and girls, if you know what I mean —"

"Ew, Dad!"

"Ugh, I really don't want to hear this."

James and Jenna groaned in misery, looking around the platform and hoping that no one was around close enough to hear this embarrassing conversation which they had to go through for the next few minutes.

"Look, all I'm saying is that keep it safe," Mr. Potter went on. "There's a lot of time for — um — for those stuff when you grow up. But for now, I say no dating until you're seventeen and both of you are of age."

"Seventeen!?" James and Jenna exclaimed at the same time, their eyes widening.

"Oh Fleamont, don't be absurd." Mrs. Potter rolled her eyes. "They're old enough to go on simple dates. Hogsmeade has got a lot of fun places for that —"

     "Hogsmeade? Is that why you two have been so excited to be able to go there? To go on dates?" Mr. Potter shook his head briskly. "No. Not gonna happen. I would like those permission forms back."

     "Fleamont!" Mrs. Potter scolded as James and Jenna went pale in the face, panicking. "You can't just ask them to give those trips up! Besides, it's not like they're immediately going to start dating now that they've become teenagers."

     "Well, technically, Sirius started dating a girl last year only two months after turning thirteen," said James, sniggering. "He even kissed her before their first date."

      All color drained from Mr. Potter's face at that. Mrs. Potter gave her son a look. "Not helping, James."

     Nobody noticed that at those words Jenna had looked away from them, gritting her teeth together as she tried to keep her hair from turning red.

      "Well, good for Sirius. But you're not Sirius. Keep your lips and hands to yourselves," said Mr. Potter sternly, pointing a finger at James and Jenna warning who groaned again in disgust. "Now go ahead. Your train will leave in a few minutes."

     "Don't listen to your father. Just have fun, and study well," said Mrs. Potter, taking turn in hugging her kids again. "And write to us often, will you? James, let us know if you get on the Quidditch team."

     "When I get on the team, you mean," said James smugly, his usual arrogant smirk playing on his lip.

    "Bye, Mum. Goodbye, Dad." Jenna waved at them one last time before she boarded the Hogwarts Express along with her brother.

     James let out a long sigh, still annoyed and embarrassed at the lecture they had just received. "It's gonna be some year, huh?"

    "Yeah... some year." Jenna nodded lightly, her mind already far away.

     Her father didn't really have to tell her not to date, because she'd already had a pact with herself, ever since last year.

     No more boys.