Hello! Here is the next chapter, please enjoy. Little side note, I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: The same as before…


Harry paused just outside of the Burrow's wards. In theory meeting your would be siblings seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he wasn't so sure.

Lily turned around, "Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry swallowed. "Umm…on second thought, maybe this isn't such a good idea."

Lily shared a glance with James while Sirius clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder. "If your not comfortable meeting everyone as Harry, we could cast a glamour."

James peered down at Lily, "Sirius is right." He moved to stand in front of Harry and drawing his wand waved it a few times. He then conjured a mirror and Harry gazed at his reflection. His normally black hair was a sandy blond and his eyes were a mixture between green and blue, but other then that he was the same.

He felt a little better, but still wasn't sure.

Lily seemed to sense his hesitation and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. When it opened, the noise died down as everyone in the room regarded the doorway.

Molly Weasley smiled, "who is this?"

James pushed Harry forward, "this is Jameson Evan. He's transferring into Hogwarts come September and Dumbledore wanted him to meet some kids his age."

Harry inwardly raised an eyebrow at the story but he supposed someone had come up with a story. Molly Weasley smiled at Harry and bustled forward, "hello dear. My name is Molly Weasley," she pulled him into the room, leading him towards the younger generation.

She stopped in front of a small group. She beamed at the kids, "you heard James…this is Jameson Evan." She left Harry to head back to the adults who had migrated to the kitchen.

Harry swallowed. "Hello…" he trailed off at the stares.

"Hmm? You're a transfer? That's weird."

Harry moved his eyes to see who had spoken to see that it was Hermione. Harry inwardly took a deep breath, waiting for the hurricane that was Hermione Granger, only to see her shrug her shoulders. "My name is Hermione Granger." She pointed to the person next to her, which happened to be Ron. "This is Ron Weasely and his sister Ginny."

Harry gave them a small sile. A tall, slim blond haired boy stuck his hand out with a grin, "my name is Neville Longbottom."

Harry silently took Neville's hand, in shock of the changes. He honestly hadn't recognized Neville. Neville was standing next to a boy, who had reddish black hair that fell into laughing green/hazel eyes. There was no mistaking who this was…he looked like a mixture between James and Lily.

Sure enough, he smiled at Harry, "hello. The name is Matthew and this," he poked the girl next to him, "is my sister Lacy." Harry glanced at the girl who was smiling. She had long black hair and hazel eyes that danced with laughter.

Harry swallowed then smiled. "It's nice to meet you."

The ice broken, questions started to come from all sides at once. Harry was having a hard time catching them all. He somehow managed to make it through and it was with relief when Mrs. Weasley called for dinner.


Thankfully he was able to get through dinner with no mishaps, although he was sure he could feel Matthew's eyes on him all through dinner. When they finally made it back to Grimmauld Place, Harry just wanted to fall in bed.

It was close to midnight when he woke up with a gasp, pain running all through his body. His scream alerted the adults and Lily was the first one through the door.

"What's wrong Harry?" She asked worriedly.

Harry couldn't answer as his body spasmed once more. Lily frowned and turned to James, "call for Severus."

James gave one nod and left to fire call Snape. They both returned a few minutes later, and Snape rushed in. He took one look at Harry and waved Lily and James out of the room. "I'll take care of him."

James looked like he didn't want to leave but Lily knew Snape and so took James' hand and led him out of the room.

Snape waved his wand, warding the room and then turned back to face Harry, "you have a lot of nerve running away Hadrian."

Harry gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain. "What do you mean?"

Snape sighed and crossed his arms, "the Dark Lord is not happy with you. He's asked me to find you and bring you back." He moved forward and sat at the foot of Harry's bed. "This isn't like you Hadrian…why did you run?"

Harry swallowed. He didn't know how to answer Snape. It was almost like, Snape cared. He was about to answer when Snape got up and started to pace. "What's more is that you left your intended…he's worried about you as well."

Harry paled. His mind drifted back to the sun tattoo on his shoulder blade. "…who?"

Snape paused and glared at Harry. "Your intended…it's been that way sense you were little…"

Harry closed his eyes. He thought of Draco's odd behavior, "Draco. He's in pain."

Snape didn't move but merely stared at Harry. It seemed Harry's worst nightmare had somehow come true…Draco must have the matching tattoo. He didn't want to think on what that meant.

Harry clenched his fists. An idea came to him. He looked up at Snape, "Tell…tell," he inwardly struggled to get the word out, "father that I want to go to Hogwarts. He can get a message to me there, but I won't go back."

Snape was quiet. After a few minutes he closed his eyes and sighed. "Very well. I will inform the Dark Lord your wishes." He passed Harry a vile of potion, "drink this for your pain." He swept from the room and Harry peered down at the potion before closing his eyes and drinking it in one gulp.

He instantly felt the potion work it's magic and he fell back on his sheets and stared at the ceiling. Snape must have told James and Lily that he was fine because they didn't come back to check on him, he rolled over.

As his eyes closed a memory suddenly came to mind.

Harry must have been 6 at the time and he was staring up at the moon. He sniffed and tried to stop the tears that started to flow. He hated his life here. There were no kids his age and his father was strict to the point that punishments brought more pain then it was worth.

He wondered about life on the outside. He wasn't stupid. He knew that he wasn't related to his father biologically so that must mean that he had family on the outside. Did his family give him up or were they dead? He wanted to know what had brought him to this dreary mansion and his father.

There was a click. "Hadrian."

His father sat down on the window seat next to him and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, "I am sorry but what you did was wrong…you needed to be punished."

Harry's lip trembled and he heard his father sigh above him and soon Harry found himself in a sturdy lap. He glanced up at his father who was looking down at Harry with a somewhat soft expression, "As such I have a present for you."

Harry's eyes grew wide. "Really? What is it?"

Lord Voldemort grinned and withdrew from his robe a sparkling necklace that was all to familiar to Harry. A locket, that was detailed with a snake wrapped around a S hung in front of Harry.

Lord Voldemort placed it around Harry's neck, shrinking it a respectable size, "this is a part of me…should you ever need me, I will know."

Harry slowly reached up to touch the necklace. There was something within it that felt familiar, almost like…"

For the second time Harry woke in a panic. He quickly reached up and felt around his throat. He calmed down as he realized that he didn't feel a necklace, than grew confused. He was positive that Voldemort had given him a horcrux. However, if it wasn't here, then where was it and better yet, did the order know about horcruxes?

He shook his head. The only place the necklace could be was back where he had come from, but how to get it back?

His eyes widened. He would need to figure out how to get a message back to Draco. He headed towards the shower, his mind full of trying to figure out what was the right thing to do.


Lord Voldemort clutched his wand tight, trying to reign in the urge to cast his favorite curse at the messanger.

"Tell me again…Hadrian wants to go to school…what nonsense is this?"

Snape swallowed. "I only inform you of what Hadrian wishes…" he paused and took a small glance up at Lord Voldemort. "Forgive my impertinence but maybe this is a good thing…Hadrian needs to develop relations with those who will be his right hands…it could be a good lesson."

Lord Voldemort frowned. What Snape was saying was a probable reason, but still, something felt wrong. He inwardly sighed. He never could stay angry at Hadrian for very long. He glared at Snape, "fine. I will allow it. Make sure he get's into Slytherin."

Snape nodded, "as you wish my lord."


Draco felt anxious. There was something different about Harry and he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

There was a tapping at the window and turning he saw an owl at the window. He winced as he swept his legs over his bed and slowly walked over to the window. Opening the window, the owl hopped over and held out the letter. Draco took it gingerly and when he turned it over and saw his name, he instantly knew who it was from.

He shooed the owl away and shut the window. Quickly opening the letter he gripped it hard as he read the contents.

When he finished, he blinked in slight confusion. The necklace Harry was talking about should be around his neck, Draco knew for a fact that he never took it off. If Harry didn't have it, then where was it?

The only good thing was that Harry was apparently going to Hogwarts. Draco could find out what was going on at school, he would make sure of it.


Matthew Potter was on the investigation. There was something strange about Jameson Evan. It had been a few days since the dinner at the Weasley's and Matthew was sure of it.

For one thing, the way his parents and uncles seemed to be around Jameson, almost like they knew him.

"Hey Matt…do you have a minute?"

He turned around to see Lacy standing there with her arms crossed. She bit her lip, looking around nervously, "do you think there's something about Jameson?"

Matthew blinked. How had she known what he was thinking? He nodded. "Something feels weird. Our parents know something about it."

Lacy stepped into his room, shutting the door behind her and pulled something from her jacket. "I found this one day and I think this is who Jameson really is." She held it out to Matthew and he slowly took it and his eyes widened.

What he was holding was a birth certificate for one Harry James Potter, born July 31 1980. That would make him at least two years older then him and four years older then Lacy.

"What is this?" He didn't know what else to say. They had an older brother?

Lacy closed her eyes, "I also found this." She showed him the other piece of paper, this time it was a death certificate about a year later. He looked up at Lacy, "so he's dead…then what does this mean about Jameson?"

Lacy shook her head, "I don't think he died. I think he's Jameson, but somehow mum and dad thought he was dead."

Matthew pursed his lips, "but why hide the fact that we even had an older brother…nothing is making sense."

Lacy shrugged. "I don't know, but maybe we should wait and watch…something might show itself and give us more information."

Matthew nodded. His sister wasn't a Ravenclaw for nothing, they would simply have to wait and in the meantime maybe they could search for some answers themselves.


All roads lead to Hogwarts.

The next chapter will have them on the way to school…stay tuned. Sorry this has taken such a long time, every time I go home I find it hard to do any kind of work.

Happy Holidays!