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Harry headed straight for the park and once he had settled down on the grass, he pulled out a pen and his notebook and started noting down everything that the twins had just told him. Once he had transferred all the information down on the pages, he flipped back to the first page and began going through it just so that he could start corelating the events.

Everything felt disorganized, so he began jotting down all the events in chronological order on a fresh page. A whirlwind of thoughts was running through his head as he organized everything. Up until last night he'd believed that he was just an ordinary person who had given into his curiosity and discovered Tom…Everything that he'd learnt this morning had changed his point of view. His curiosity wasn't the reason he'd found Tom. This had fate written all over it.

He snorted at himself…Fate…Yeah right. Fate didn't exist. Maybe it had just been a coincidence. But he didn't believe in coincidences either. There was always a logical reason behind everything. He just needed to find it in this case. The curse his parents had cast on Voldemort must have been seventeen years ago since he was almost bordering on eighteen now. He must have been a few months old when that had occurred. Was the curse the reason, he was so drawn to Tom? It could be or maybe it was something else. There were still a lot of unknowns in the equation. He knew where Tom had been until he was sixteen. He had no idea where he'd gone after that. Was he really Lord Voldemort?

He went over the name Tom Marvolo Riddle…The full name that Mrs. Cole had provided him. Tom Marvolo Riddle…Lord Voldemort…He wrote Tom Marvolo Riddle and then he wrote Lord Voldemort underneath it. He was just staring hard at the names when his cousin's hateful voice, resounded in his ears,

"Oi, Potter. What are you doing here?"

Harry set his notebook in his lap and then looked up at his cousin who was accompanied with his gang of friends. Just perfect. He slipped his notebook into his bag and rose to his feet and spoke,

"Hello, Dudley."

Dudley fisted the pullover he was dressed in and pulled him closer,

"Don't hello me, Potter. Where were you last night?"

Harry grinned. He knew what was eating at Dudley. His cousin thought that he'd gotten laid last night. Well he was going to let him keep thinking that,

"With Ginny."

He ducked to avoid the punch that Dudley threw at him. Dudley had been the boxing champion at his school, but he was near as good as him. Everyone at Saint Brutus fought dirty so of course he'd picked up a few tricks himself. Dudley's friends snickered behind him and one of them…Piers spoke up,

"Is she really as good as they say, Potter?"

Dudley released him and turned on his friend,

"Are you on my side or his?"

Piers smirked,

"Definitely yours but there's no harm in asking him for all the juicy details, right? Besides, I don't get why you've got your panties in a twist. This is good news. She slept with him and now she's going to dump him. You can finally have your chance with her."

Harry wanted to laugh but Piers was doing a great job of calming Dudley down and a calm Dudley was better than a raging Dudley, so he didn't. Instead he pulled up a morose expression and spoke,

"It was good while it lasted."

Dudley finally broke into laughter and thumped Pier on the shoulder,

"You're right, my man. I don't why I ever doubted you."

Dudley turned to look at him and Harry saw Pier wink at him over his shoulder. Oh great, now he owed Piers. That was never pleasant. Piers and his friends led Dudley away to celebrate his supposed break up and Harry wished that Ginny really had dumped him. His phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket to check who it was. Speak of the Devil…Seriously Ginny really was the devil,

"Hey sweetheart. How are you"

Ginny instantly began complaining about this and that. To him it sounded like blah…blah…blah. Come to think of it, he didn't need Ginny anymore…he didn't have to bear her bickering for another minute. The twins would help him wherever he needed it. So, he drew in a deep breath and spoke,

"I don't think this is working out between us."

Instantly Ginny fell silent and Harry internally snickered. He hadn't thought that Ginny could ever shut up. But he had a role to play right now so he spoke as softly as possible,

"I'm sorry, Ginny. I don't want to hurt you but I'm not the one for you."

Yeah…it's not you, it's me…but in this case it was definitely Ginny…well not that he was the epitome of perfection…He was sick and twisted and in some way, Ginny was too. And then Ginny shrieked,

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY BREAKING UP WITH ME OVER THE PHONE?"

Harry held the phone away from his ear and winced,

"I'll come by later to return everything."

Ginny shouted again,

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BLOODY STUFF…YOU'D BETTER GET HERE THIS INSTANT."

Harry shook his head involuntarily. No way in hell was he going back to here. But it was like Ginny could see him through the phone because she spoke,

"If you don't come to me, I'll come to you."

Harry shivered at the lethality of Ginny's tone. Nope, he definitely didn't want her anywhere near his relatives,

"I'm coming."