Chapter 10 – The Brilliance of Lynn Weasley:

Jaime was settled into Annabelle's room and the two fourteen year old girls were in the room with Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, giggling and gossiping over the upcoming school year at Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, Bill, Fleur, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were downstairs in the kitchen, all preparing for dinner. Fred and his girlfriend, Stella, would be joining them later on so they were all trying to make sure enough food was prepared for everyone.

Jason was outside trying to teach three year old Ayden how to ride a broomstick; either Jason was an amazing Qudditch teacher or Ayden was an unbelievable natural because at three years old, he was flying better than most first years. Jason figured he must have inherited Uncle Charlie's unbelievable Quidditch skills.

Lynn noticed everyone preoccupied and took this opportunity to find out some answers. She did not know why but she suspected something between her Uncle Harry and the Stone girls. Lynn decided it was best to think about what she already knew about all three of them.

Uncle Harry had been orphaned as a baby and lived with Muggles until he came to Hogwarts with his famous name. There were many times during his years at the school did he defy the darkest wizard of all time. His best friends were her Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione and in his sixth year he fell in love with Aunt Ginny. Uncle Harry defeated Voldemort at the end of his seventh year. Lynn remembers her mum and dad taking him for a little bit during his journey to killing Voldemort. It was almost right after he was defeated when Uncle Harry married Aunt Ginny, despite the many threats from Death Eaters and other supporters of Voldemort. Aunt Ginny soon became pregnant very quickly after the marriage and she and the baby died in childbirth.

Jaime and Lily Stone were both orphaned as newborns and were the children of a 'John and Jane Doe,' meaning know one knew who their parents were. Jaime had told Lynn that two strange men had dropped them off at the orphanage the night of their birth and disappeared without a trace. Jaime had also mentioned how there had been no record of their birth whatsoever and the only clue was that their mother requested their names to be Lily and Jaime. Their caretaker was forced to give them made-up surnames; Stone and they grew up that way.

Lynn did not remember any of this. She was only two when her Aunt Ginny died and cannot remember her at all, nor could she remember her ever being pregnant. But despite that, Lynn fully realized that the two stories could be very well connected. That was when she decided to do some investigating. She kept an ear open around the house and realized that everyone was still pre-occupied to notice that she was probably doing something she should not be doing. Lynn managed to tip-toe past Annabelle's bedroom, where the girls were still talking animatedly, and towards the attic door. She pulled on the chain and climbed up the stairs, knowing she'd find answers up here.

Apparently, Uncle George's and Aunt Ginny's deaths took a great toll on the Weasley family. Her grandfather, Arthur Weasley had gone into a depression and her grandmother, Molly, almost had a nervous breakdown because of it. All of her uncles, except Uncle Harry and Uncle Fred, had taken all the photos of George and Ginny and placed them in hidden boxes and stored them, not being able to comprehend the loss of their youngest and only sister. Lynn knew this because when she was about six and cleaning out the attic with her parents, she found a picture of a pretty red-headed girl and asked who it was. She remembered her mum gasping and talking vigorously in French while her father snatched it out of her hand, claiming it was his baby sister, who died tragically and no one liked to talk about it. When Lynn was a little older, Bill had finally fully explained the mystery of the pretty red-headed girl in the photo, how she was Lynn's late aunt and how she married Uncle Harry, and died while giving birth to a baby. Lynn distinctly remembered asking what had happened to the baby; her parents went deathly pale and claimed it died along with her Aunt Ginny.

Tearing open the box, Lynn rummaged through the photos, she found pictures of her parents wedding, pictures of her, Annabelle, and Ayden, all of the cousins, especially she and Jason. Finally, she came across something; it was a picture of her dad and all of his brothers and sister. Standing in the middle, was her father, being the oldest, standing tall and proud. On his left was her Uncle Charlie, giving a charming, lop-sided grin, his arm around his youngest brother, Ron, in a one-armed hug. In the front of them was the twins; Fred and George, wrestling with their middle brother, Percy, grinning and beaming. Percy looked a bit disgruntled, but had a small smile nonetheless. Finally, on her father's right, stood a small, pretty red-headed girl, smiling sweetly. Bill had his arm around her protectively, yet lovingly. All of them were smiling and waving at Lynn, especially Bill. Fred gave her a wink before giving Percy a noogie. Lynn laughed, realizing where she got her love for giving noogies.

Then, Lynn squinted and took a good, long look at Ginny Weasley, and when she glanced at her face, searching it, she gasped and dropped the picture. The picture fell to floor and the glass holding it shattered at her feet. Lynn stared wide-eyed into space, not believing what she had seen. The adults, Annabelle, and Jaime must have heard the crash because she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the picture and stuffed it in her pocket and kicking the glass aside so to hide the mess. Bill was first to stumble into the room, his wand out. He saw his daughter and he immediately lowered it, sighing in relief.

"Lynn, honey, what are you doing in here?" he asked curiously. Lynn saw her mother standing closely behind him, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Nothing," she lied, looking completely innocent. "Just taking a trip down memory lane." Bill nodded, accepting this answer. Fleur, however, was still eyeing her daughter suspiciously.

Throughout all of dinner, Lynn could not take her eyes of Jaime. The smile, the freckles, the nose, it was all…. Lynn shook her head and continued to eat her dinner, trying to not look suspicious. Her mother had already tried questioning her so she decided it was best she leave things as be.

After dinner and cleaning up, Lynn grabbed Jason by the elbow and dragged him out into the yard, yelling to their parents that they were going to go broom race. When they reached outside, Jason raised a suspicious eyebrow at his cousin and sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"We're not broom racing, are we?" he said knowingly. Lynn looked at him wide-eyed, not being able to hide her astonishment of his knowledge of her.

"How did you know that?"

"For one, you hate broom racing…" Jason said his voice trailing off, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Lynn rolled her eyes.

"It's a good thing my parents forget that every so often," Lynn said dryly, waving her hand dismissively. Jason raised another eyebrow. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"I need your help," said Lynn. Jason gave a lop-sided grin, making him look remarkably like his father.

"You don't beat around the bush, do you?" he asked in amusement.

"Jason!"

"Okay, okay, I can sense the urgency," Jason said, raising his hands in defense. "What's up?"

"I need to…I need to get into Aunt Ginny's closet," was all Lynn said. Jason stared at her for a moment, his brown eyes going wide.

"You mean the closet in Uncle Harry's bedroom that used to be Aunt Ginny's?" Jason asked slowly, as though Lynn should consider what she was thinking. "The closet that was locked with all of Aunt Ginny's belongings and hasn't been opened since her death, or whenever Uncle Harry chooses to?"

"The very same."

There was a long pause as Jason just stared at his cousin as though she had grown a second head.

"Why?" he asked incredulously.

"I can't tell you," Lynn said, giving Jason a pleading look. "But, just trust me, okay?"

Jason looked at his cousin and was going to tell her that he thought she was bloody crazy. But when he glanced into her piercing blue eyes he saw something there that she was going to do this with or without him; determination, urgency, and a need for something. Jason never saw his cousin so desperate before and being like a little sister to him, he sighed and nodded.

"I don't want to know what you're up to," he mumbled, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose, "but you better have a decent plan, at least." Lynn beamed and hugged her cousin tightly, causing Jason to roll his eyes again.

The truth was, Lynn did have a brilliant plan. Bill and Fleur decided to take Annabelle, Ayden, and Jaime to the beach for the day and Lynn had requested to stay behind to work on a summer Potions essay. Jason had made sure that Ron and Hermione went out for the day as well, taking Charlie to Diagon Alley to get his Hogwarts supplies, as he would be starting his third year. Jason had offered to watch Teresa as they went out. Ron and Hermione could not say no to a free babysitter so they took Jason up on his offer. The plan was put into effect.

Lynn grabbed the Portkey that her parents kept around that transported them to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's home. She took hold of the empty vase and felt her feet being pulled to the ground as she was transported to her cousin's home. Lynn landed on the living room floor with a thud. She heard Teresa's gasp and Jason's chuckle.

"Hey guys," Lynn mumbled, getting to her feet. As soon as she and Jason made eye contact, he gave her a slight nod, which told Lynn that the plan was in action. She nodded back and then turned to her ten year old cousin, Teresa. Teresa smiled with her bushy, flaming red hair, and blue eyes. She looked a lot like Aunt Hermione but with Uncle Ron's coloring.

"Hungry Teresa?" Lynn asked innocently. "I know Jason's cooking is more like toxic waste than food. I'll make something for you, if you like?" Jason glared at Lynn for the insult but said nothing.

"I'm starved!" Teresa said brightly. Lynn beamed and sent Teresa upstairs as she took out a pot and started to make tomato soup for her younger cousin. As she stirred, she turned to Jason.

"You have it?"

"Yes," Jason said in a tired voice. He handed Lynn a small bottle of blue liquid; it was from Weasley Wizard Wheezes. It was a tasteless liquid to give someone a high fever and dragon pox for only a few hours, just to get out of class. Lynn poured it into the soup and began to stir.

"I can't believe we're going to poison my little sister just so you can go hunting for Merlin knows what!" Jason said in exasperated voice. Lynn shushed him and poured the steaming soup into the bowl.

"We're not poisoning her," Lynn hissed in defense, and called Teresa down. "We're just…making her sick for a few hours. That way, with all our parents gone, you can run over to Uncle Harry's and claim that Teresa needs care. He'll come over here and I can get into Aunt Ginny's closet."

"You may need to use magic," Jason said reasonably. "You're under aged."

"I'm willing to risk it," Lynn said determinedly. "I've never gotten in trouble before so I'll just get a warning." Jason shrugged and sat down at the table as Teresa came bolting down the stairs and began to drain her soup.

"Rather you than me," was all Jason said as he watched Teresa eat her soup. Whether he was talking to Teresa or her, she did not know and did not bother to ask, because at that point, she did not care.

Not too long after Teresa drank her soup, she could be heard on the living room couch, groaning in pain. The spots had already appeared on her face and, according to Jason, her fever was high. He was found placing a cool rag to his little sister's forehead and it had not been such a serious matter, Lynn would have teased him for being so 'mother like.'

"I best get Uncle Harry," Jason said, sitting up, grabbing an Muggle old broomstick in the closet which was aa Portkey to Uncle Harry's. Jason was glaring at Lynn. It was her fault, after all, that Teresa was feeling like this. He disappeared and Lynn took her cousin's place by placing a cool rag over Teresa's neck and face. Moments later, she heard a pop from the kitchen and Uncle Harry came running to the room with his wand and a bag of medicine at his side, Jason on his tail.

He kneeled next to Lynn and felt Teresa's forehead. His messy hair looked more disheveled than usual and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his green eyes shining with concern.

"Oh Teresa," he said comfortingly, conjuring up an ice pack and pressing it to Teresa's face. "How did my goddaughter get so sick?" He turned to Lynn and Jason, looking serious.

"You two better go back to Shell Cottage," Uncle Harry said somberly. "I'll try and get in contact with Ron and Hermione. Meanwhile, you two get out of here. Dragon pox is very contagious. Last thing we need is you two getting sick as well."

Lynn and Jason nodded and dashed for the kitchen, as Uncle Harry went back to tending to Teresa. This is exactly what they had wanted and their plan was working swimmingly. However, Harry did not notice that his niece and nephew did not grab the vase that would transport them to Shell Cottage, but instead, grabbed the broomstick that would take them to 12 Grimmauld Place.

The two teenagers landed into the large living with a loud thud. They heard Kreacher, Uncle Harry's house elf, come scampering into the living nearly shrieking, but saw the two familiar faces and immediately bowed.

"Miss Lynn, Mr. Jason," he said, looking up at the pair his big eyes beaming up at them. Jason and Lynn scrambled to their feet, while looking at the ancient house elf. They smiled back at him.

"Where is Master Harry?"

"Taking care of Teresa," said Lynn, "she's sick." She turned to Jason, who looked at her and nodded, knowing it was his part of the plan to distract Kreacher, so Lynn could have a look around

"Kreacher, would it be possible for me to have an apple pie?" Jason asked. "I'm starved." Kreacher beamed, bowed, and grabbed Jason's hand, dragging him into the kitchen.

"Kreacher would be happy to make Mr. Jason an apple pie!" Kreacher dragged Jason out of sight and Lynn looked around, breathing at the fact that she was finally alone and would finally be able to find some answers concerning the connection between Harry Potter and Lily and Jaime Stone.

Lynn moved about the living room for clues, looking at the portraits and pictures all around her. She walked towards the fireplace to see saw a large frame of Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny at their wedding sitting on the mantel. Lynn walked up to it and nearly gasped again at that face. They were both gazing in each other's eyes lovingly, Uncle Harry tenderly kissing her every chance he got. Finally, they both looked up at Lynn and began to wave frantically, both looking blissfully happy. Lynn could not tear her eyes off of Aunt Ginny's face. The resemblance…it scared her and it almost made her that much more determined to find answers.

Finally, Lynn put the picture back on the mantel of the fireplace and was ready to turn and go up to Uncle Harry's bedroom to get into Aunt Ginny's closet. But, something caught her eye. It was another picture of Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny standing beside the Hogwarts lake, arm-in-arm. But when Lynn looked at it more closely, she realized it was not them.

Lynn took it off the mantel and looked at it closely before nodding in realization. The man standing in the photo looked remarkably like Uncle Harry, but had square glasses instead of round and his eyes were hazel, not green. The woman looked nothing like Aunt Ginny, except for the fair and even that was different. The woman in the photo had dark red hair, not flaming red, no freckles, and emerald green eyes, the same as Harry's. Lynn knew this must be Uncle Harry's parents; Lily and James Potter.

Lynn's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat and she had to catch the photo because she nearly dropped it in a state of shock.

Lily and James Potter? Lily and James Potter?

Lily and James?

Lynn nearly screamed. It was much too coincidental. It was all beginning to click in her mind. She placed the old picture and its frame back where it was and dashed up the stairs toward the master bedroom; Uncle Harry's room. Tip-toeing towards the closed door, she gently touched the gold knob, silently praying that he had not locked the door. Lynn twisted in gently and it slid open. She gave a quiet breath of relief and smiled to herself, her insides dancing with nervousness and excitement. Now she only hoped that Uncle Harry did not have some kind of charm or lock on Aunt Ginny's old closet.

Closing the door behind her, Lynn looked around and looked around the room. She expected Harry's room to be tidy and well organized but on the contrary, it was just the opposite. Clothes and robes were scattered about the floor, and his desk, which settled in the back right hand corner, had papers, books, and quills scattered about. Above the desk rested a large Gryffindor banner that took up half the wall. Lynn smiled at the thought of her Uncle Harry being like an overgrown boy, but in reality, sometimes she felt it was because he did not have someone to look after him, like Aunt Ginny. Sure, Kreacher cared for Harry but it was not the same thing. And by the looks of the state of the room in comparison to the rest of the house, Harry must have asked Kreacher to not touch this room, as it seemed to be Harry's own private domain, the one place he could call his own.

Lynn took a step in the room and looked around for a closet. She saw two doors standing beside each other, about eight feet apart. One was half open and had a tie hanging from the doorknob and an emerald green robe was lying on the floor in front of it. Lynn recognized it immediately as Uncle Harry's closet, for the one beside it look completely clean and untouched. Lynn walked over to the second closet and placed her hand on the gold knob; it felt cold, as though it had not felt human flesh in many, many years. She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes tightly, praying that it was unlocked and turned the knob.

Her heart failed; the closet door was, indeed locked. Lynn took a deep breath, knowing fully how much trouble she was going to be in, but pulled out her wand anyway and pointed it at the knob before whispering the incantation.

"Alohomora!" she whispered and heard the lock click open. Lynn's heart fluttered and knew within a few minutes time, an owl would appear for her at her home, giving her a warning about under aged magic. But, she did not care and, instead, opened the closet door and looked inside.

It was cluttered, but cleanly looking and organized. Lynn smiled and began pulling out boxes, one by one, going over all of the circumstances and coincidences in her head. She knew that if her theory was correct, what she was looking for would be in this closet.

Lynn's theory, to her, just seemed to make sense. Lily and Jaime were both orphaned on their birthday with no trace of who their parents were. But, it was a known fact that at least one of them was a witch or wizard, otherwise Lily would not have been sorted into Slytherin. Aunt Ginny had died in childbirth, it was a known fact but the baby also had died, but did Uncle Harry let it die without any name? She sincerely doubted it. Both Lily and Jaime had the same exact almond shaped, emerald green eyes as Uncle Harry. They were so alike that they looked as though Harry had simply duplicated them and placed them into the twin's heads. Then, there was the uncanny resemblance between Aunt Ginny and Jaime. Jaime had the same smile, same nose, and the same freckles as her aunt. Lily had her own pretty face, but had the same flaming red hair, same fair skin, and same high cheekbones as Aunt Ginny. It was just all beginning to click in Lynn's mind. She truly believed that Lily and Jaime Stone were the twin daughters of Harry and Ginny Potter; her cousins.

Finally, after several minutes of going through records, pictures, robes, jewelry, and other various items that had belonged to Ginny Potter, Lynn saw a long, thin box resting in the back of the closet, behind all of the other large and stuffed boxes, as though it had been thrown back there hastily. She made a grab for it and carefully opened it, and saw it was filled with several papers and one photograph. Lynn looked at the photograph; it was of Aunt Ginny, pregnant, looking quite huge. It definitely looked as though she was carrying more than one child. Ginny was sitting on a bench and Uncle Harry was sitting beside her, his arm around her and his other hand gently rubbing her pregnant stomach. The married couple was beaming at each other and Lynn smiled at the sight. She had never seen Harry look as happy as he did than when she saw pictures of him with Aunt Ginny; except of course, when he was with Lily and/or Jaime. The very thought made Lynn that much more sure of her theory.

Lynn took the photograph and set it beneath the rest of the papers. The next one was a death certificate of Ginevra Molly Weasley, Potter born on August 11th, 1981 and died on November 11th, 1999.

Lynn gasped, but it was not because of the very young age at which Ginny Potter died, it was at the date. Aunt Ginny had died on November 11th, which was Lily and Jaime's birthday. All the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. Lynn knew she was getting closer and closer to finding out the truth. She looked for the death certificate of the newborn baby but found none. Instead, she found two other papers. Two papers that confirmed what she had always believed and her eyes widened and her heart pounded so loud she was sure Jason and Kreacher would be able to hear. The two papers were birth certificates.

The first one read; Lily Ginevra Potter, born November 11th, 1999 at 3:19pm, daughter of Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley Potter. Lynn's breath caught in her throat as she read the second slip of paper. The second one was very fimilar except it read; Jaime Ginevra Potter, born November 11th, 1999 at 3:26pm, daughter of Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley Potter.

It was confirmed. Lily and Jaime were not just orphans, 'Lily and Jaime Stone.' They were Potters and they were her cousins! Lynn's eyes continued to widen and her stomach began to clench as she put her hand over her mouth in complete and utter awe. She was in such astonishment that she did not hear footsteps charging up the stairs loudly.

Before Lynn could contemplate on what she had just discovered anymore, she heard the bedroom door burst open and she looked up and just stared into the emerald, panicked depth of her uncle, Harry Potter, the birth certificates clenched tightly in her fist.

A note from the Jitterbelle. So, Lynn has found out the truth. What do you suppose will happen? Hehe and I wonder how Harry will react. Going to have to wait and see! But in the meantime, I hope you're enjoying reading this as I am writing it. Please read, review, but the most important thing is to ENJOY the story!