A/N: Here's the fourth…

A/N: Here's the fourth….wait counts yeah, fourth chapter in A Family of My Own, I hope you like it, it really isn't that great. I tried planning this one out first, so who knows how well it will go. With the length of the outline, I'm thinking that this is gonna be a long chapter…at least, I'm hoping. Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight….what? This is a Harry Potter fanfic? O, in that case, I don't own Harry Potter.

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"Talking"

'Parseltongue'

Thinking

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Harry's POV

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I was running down a Hogwarts hallway, my footfalls echoing as I went. At the end of the hallway stood a figure with messy black hair and glasses. I recognized him and made a sharp U-turn. As I ran down to the other end of the hallway I noticed that there was another person at this end. This one was tall with a large pointed hat and long white beard.

Once again I stopped quickly and turned around. Halfway down the hall I stopped and looked in both directions. Both of the men had started walking in my direction. I looked frantically for an escape but found nothing. Suddenly a door appeared in front of me.

I reached out a hand to grasp the door knob but before I could the door creaked open and there stood Pansy. She held out a hand and I found myself placing my own in it. She pulled me into the room and suddenly I was surrounded by a bright light. I closed my eyes against the glare.

When I opened them again I was in the library at the Manor. I sat up on the couch and stretched my arms. Hermione was on another couch fast asleep, her face buried in a pillow.

I stood up and noticed that there was a piece of parchment with my name on it next to a picture. I picked up the note and started reading. When I finished I stared at the picture for a while as it lay on the table before gently lifting it so that I could get a better look at it.

The woman that the letter said was my mother stared up at me and smiled. Her brown hair fell from behind her shoulder and tumbled onto the infant girl who took a strand in her fist. I looked into the eyes of emerald that matched mine so exactly. For so long I had thought that mine had been a carbon copy of Lily Potter's but it turns out that I had been tricked, duped, fooled into believing I was someone I wasn't.

A thought started to unearth itself in the back of my mind. I stared at the blue eyes and realized that it looked familiar. It took me a few minutes but I finally remembered where I had seen it before, or rather who I had seen it on. "Pansy!" I couldn't help but exclaim. She had to be my twin. Blue eyes, black hair like mine, pale skin, she was even in Slytherin.

"What about her?" Hermione's sleep crusted voice asked from the green couch she had been sleeping on.

"She's my twin. Here, look." I held out the picture.

Hermione's thin fingers took a hold of the aging photo and examined it. "Well, it's very well a possibility. Not many people have eyes that blue." She said this and my thoughts were immediately drawn to Malfoy's pale blue eyes. "Why don't you go talk to your father about this?"

I took the picture back and nodded. "Yeah, I will." I started towards the entrance of the library and caught a glance at the time. "Then again, maybe I should wait until I'm sure he'll be awake."

After two and a half hours researching my family tree I stood up and called a house-elf. "Yes?" The tiny creature asked when she appeared. "What can Itsy do for Young Master and friend?"

"Do you know where my father is?" I had trouble getting the title out but once I said it, it felt right.

"Itsy does, sir. Master is up in his study. Does Young Master want Itsy to take young sir there?" The house-elf asked.

"Yes please." Itsy started to lead me out of the library and I realized that Hermione had stayed right where she was. "Aren't you coming with me?"

She shook her head. "You need to spend some time alone with your dad. I'll see you at breakfast."

I was led up to the second level of the house and right up to a door. "This is where Itsy leaves you." There was a crack and the creature disappeared. I raised a fist and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." The muffled response came from the other side of the door.

The door swung open easily and I stepped into the room. Voldemort, my father, was sitting at the large desk writing vigorously in a notebook. He looked up and saw me standing nervously in the entrance way. "Ah, Harry, I was hoping to see you before breakfast. Take a seat." With a wave of his wand a large chair appeared in front of the desk.

I sat down and fiddled with my hands. "Was there something you wished to speak to me about?" He prompted after a few moments of awkward silence.

"Yes. It's about the picture you left for me." I started. "I'm pretty sure I know who my twin is."

There was total and complete silence. The look he was giving me through those red eyes of his was starting to give me chills down my spine.

Slowly his lips curled up into a smile. "My dear son that's amazing! Are you sure?"

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "I'm pretty sure. Can't you have Snape do a DNA test on her?"

"Of course we can! Oh my, this is amazing." Suddenly he got a faraway look on his face. "If only your mother were here to see the both of you." He shook his head slowly and turned back to me. "Well, who is it?"

"Pansy Parkinson." I felt a sudden invasion into my mind that sent me reeling through my memories of the black-haired witch. "Hey!" I exclaimed, jumping out of my seat. "What gives you the right to break into my mind?"

The man in front of me looked shocked. "I didn't think you would care. Please, forgive me." His apology sounded strangled and forced but I figured for a man who had images to uphold, he probably hadn't used one in a very long while.

I nodded. He motioned for me to sit back down. "Now there was something else I wished to speak with you about. Starting tomorrow after lunch I wish to train you and Miss Granger in dueling. We will need the two of you at your best for when the war comes. Now how about we go down to breakfast?"

We left the study and met up with Hermione at the entrance to the Dining Hall. "How'd it go?" She asked as we took our seats next to each other.

"Fine, I guess." I said and realized the she had a large book in front of her. "You can't go anywhere without reading, can you?"

She laughed and opened the book. "Actually, this is to help you."

I looked at the cover but found no title. "What is it?"

"Open it and find out. I can't do everything for you, you know." She reached over and flipped the cover open for me anyway. Inside there was an introduction to the forgotten spells of romance.

"Romance?" I quirked an eyebrow at her. "How is this supposed to help me?"

She sighed. "Don't play stupid with me. I know you have a crush on Malfoy. I figured if you practice some of these maybe he'd realize that he likes you too and the two of you would finally get together."

I could feel my face heat up. "Finally?" I managed to choke out.

"Harry, it's obvious that the two of you have been crushing on each other. The both of you are just too dense to notice your own feelings." She started to eat the eggs that she had been piling on her plate.

"Hermione, I don't even know if he's gay. I mean, look at him and Pansy, they've been together since fourth year. I can't take him away from my sister, even if I'm not positive she is my sister, nor do I like her all that much at the moment." I took a few sausages from a platter in the middle of the table and bit into one.

She took a few seconds to swallow the food that she had just put in her mouth. "I'd think that you of all people would notice that he's gay. And even if he isn't he's at least bi. The way he takes care of his hair and complexion he can't be anything but. As for Pansy, she's just been hanging on him." She smiled. "Just trust me, he likes you too."

"Then I don't see why I need this." I mumbled, pushing the book to the empty spot to the left of me. "I don't even like him that much. It's just a passing fancy." By this time Hermione was completely ignoring me and happily conversing with my father.

After breakfast Hermione dragged me to her room with the book in her other hand. When we got in she locked the door and handed me the book. "You are going to learn whether you like it or not."

Almost an hour later I finally escaped her room and ran to my own, collapsing on the bed and staring at the ceiling. I took my wand out of my pocket and raised it. "Rosalba." I whispered and a dozen red roses appeared in front of me, tied together with a dark red ribbon.

On a spare bit of parchment I wrote a quick note. 'Draco- I don't exactly know what to say except that I think I've got a crush on you –Son of the Serpent King.' I glared at the words before clearing them with a quick Erasing Charm and starting over. 'Draco- I love you' I crumpled the parchment up and threw it across the room.

I took out another and stared at it for awhile. 'Draco- I'd like to get to know you better in the near future. I'll keep in touch. -' I bit the end of my quill. How was I supposed to sign it? I had looked up the meaning of my given name, Griffith, and it meant 'griffin lord' but that would be too obvious. Instead I signed it 'GR' standing for Griffith Riddle, hoping it would throw him off.

I went to the owlery that my father kept all of his owls in and chose a barn owl named Aeryn. After tying the roses onto his leg I stroked his brown feathers and gave him an owl treat from the dish near the door. "Would you take this to Hogwarts for me? To Draco Malfoy?" I asked and she nipped my ear in agreement.

Lunch came and went and I found that it was very easy to get bored in a manor with only Hermione and my father. I found myself longing to be around kids my own age again, even if it meant going back to where Dumbledore would be.

I went in search of Hermione and found her just where I thought she'd be, in the library. I sat down next to her and stared into the fireplace for a while.

"Is there something you needed, Harry? Or are you just here to sit and stare at the wood in the fireplace?" Her eyes didn't even rise from the pages of the book.

"I want to go back to Hogwarts." I said. "I'm bored."

She closed her book. "Yeah, I've been missing Hogwarts too. But do you think it would be a good idea? Professor Dumbledore is a skilled Legimens. He could find out what we've been doing here."

I stood up. "Then we'll go to my father and get him to implant memories of torture and such into our minds, but not so much that we can't remember why we were actually here, just so Dumbledore won't look any deeper."

"Can he do that?"

"I don't know, let's go ask." I stood up and walked quickly to the exit of the library.

When we were finally standing in front of my father's study (we had taken the wrong staircase and got turned around) I raised my hand and knocked firmly on the door. "Come in." I heard him say from the other side and I opened the door.

Instead of being seated at his desk, this time he was sitting in front of the fireplace staring into the dancing flames. "Is there something I can do for the two of you?" He asked without turning his head towards us.

"We were wondering if we could go back to Hogwarts." I said.

He looked at us and sighed. "Are you sure you want to go back?"

"Yes sir." Hermione spoke up, half hidden behind me. "If you're afraid of Professor Dumbledore finding out why we were here, perhaps you could put fake memories in our heads, just so he won't get suspicious."

He smiled. "I like her." He said to me then turned his attention back to her. "You are a very smart girl. Very well, we shall do so tomorrow after breakfast. When that is done, we may have to bloody the two of you up, just to keep the appearance that you were tortured."

"Thank you, Father." I said, the title tasting strange on my tongue but I could see the joy in my father's eyes as I said it, no matter how quickly he masked it.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought over the revelation that Pansy might be my sister. As sleep claimed me I remembered that she had been given to a Light family. I had thought that the Parkinsons were Death Eaters.

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A/n: This is my longest chapter so far. I'm proud of myself. Then again, maybe I shouldn't be, it's still not really that long, is it? Hope you enjoyed it; next addition to the story should be up soon! Reviews are welcomed warmly!!