Maxville, Kansas

September 8, 2006

Sky High School

Ron and Harry where starting to get sick of school. Hermione loved it. But the mystery of who was Lord Voldemort was starting to get annoying. Harry felt a pain in his scar every time he said his name. Not to mention the questions looming around it. What was his real name? Why did it sound familiar to the three of them? When was the last time they didn't skip lunch to try and find Voldemort in the library?

"Hermione, I need a break," Ron told her one day as they walked by the cafeteria.

"But I feel like we're getting so close!" Hermione said without slowing down.

"Hermione, it's useless. We need another message from this Voldemort to figure it out." Harry said as he rubbed his head.

"Its hurting again, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"Your scar. You don't say anything, but you forgot that I can read minds." Hermione said.

"It's nothing Hermione." Harry followed the crowd to the cafeteria.

"Probably from all that reading. He does wear glasses." Ron said before trying to catch up to Harry.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, that isn't how glasses work and Harry is well aware his scar-"

"Wait, say that again."

"What part?"

"My name. You said Ronald something Weasley."

"Ronald Bilius Weasley." Ron started to fill with excitement.

"That's my name. Hermione, how did you find out what my real name is?!"

"Ron, that can't be your name."

"Why not?"

"Because I read that name in a book. That Ron Weasley would be in his forties by now. Honestly, I thought it was a horrible joke someone did to try and scare us." Hermione rolled her eyes, but Ron knew she was hiding something.

"All our names were in there, weren't they?"

"You eat, I'll get the book to show you and Harry at your house tonight."

"Can I at least tell Harry-"

"You can tell Harry I found something suspicious, but that's it."

"What about Will? Or even Layla?"

"I thought we were solving this ourselves?"

"But what if I'm the son of this Ron Weasley? Hermione, you might have found our identities, for crying out loud!"

"If we find any connection between them and us, we'll find them. I promise. But until then, just you, me, and Harry should know, alright?"

"Fine. Control freak."

"I heard that!"

Maxville, Kansas

September 8, 2006

Stronghold Residence

"Okay, what was so important that you two couldn't just call tomorrow? My mom thinks I'm still walking Sirius."

"Hermione found our names in a book."

"Not just any book." Hermione said as she took the book out of her bag. "The ruins on the title say 'The Brief History of Twenty-First Century Witches and Wizards.' I did some research into witchcraft and wizardry. It's a form of Supernatural power, like our own super powers. Also…" Hermione trailed off, unsure what to say. "I did find some things." She said in almost a whisper.

"About Voldemort?" Harry asked. In his mind though, he was thinking, 'about us?'

"No wonder you two are best friends. Your thoughts are exactly the same. Did you know that?" Hermione took a breath as the where taken off guard. "And yes Harry. Voldemort is in here. It says he was the most feared wizard who killed many muggles and muggle-borns."

"Sorry, muggles?"

"From what I gather, I believe it's a term for non-magical folk. Like us."

"Alright, so what happened to Voldemort?"

"He was destroyed. Twice." Ron looked at her in confusion."

"How exactly do you die twice?"

"Magic, Ron. The same wizard killed him twice, once as a baby and again when he was seventeen. And here's where it starts getting weird."

"Hermione, forget started. Wizards, resurrection. It's just plain weird."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Harry. The wizard that defeated Lord Voldemort was named Harry James Potter." She gave this a moment to sink in. Harry looked at the book and saw where Hermione deciphered the book. He could see Voldemort's name, then suddenly he knew who he was.

"Tom Riddle is Voldemort."

"What do you mean, Harry?" Ron asked him.

"I don't know how I know this, I just do." Another thought jumped in his mind. "What happened to them Hermione? I see your name and Ron's name in here too. What happened to them?"

"I don't know Harry. It says they were trying to bring peace to everyone affected by Voldemort, so they did a sacred ritual that would ensure peace as long as he had lived, but something happened. They disappeared."

"Do you think…" Ron trailed off.

"No, Ron. That can't be us. We aren't magical. We're supers."

"But Riddle being here and knowing of Voldemort."

"Harry Potter, for all we know that could be Voldemort's grandson. I'll keep researching, but maybe we should give him the benefit of doubt."

"And in the meantime, I'll keep an eye on him." Ron said happily.

Harry went home, but with so many questions on his mind.