Hey! You're about to find out part of Jordan's mystery! Ok, its not really a mystery because its really obvious, but its nice and juicy all the same. If you read this please review, ok? I have nine reviews! That's pretty pathetic considering this is the seventh chapter. So please review, even if u hate me and say nasty things. Thanx, *Holly

Chapter seven: What is better left unknown


The next day Jordan received a call in Herbology saying that she should go to Dumbledor's office immediately. When she reached the office the gargoyle was already open so she walked right in. Dumbledor told her in a seriouse tone to sit down. Jordan began to wonder if this had anything to do with the drawing on her arm that Snape had so strongly disapproved of.

"Jordan," he started " perhaps you are unaware, but you have a very good friend here at this school."

Jordan didn't know what to say to this. How could she respond to a comment like that? Luckily she didn't have to.

"Mr. Potter came to me yesterday and told me he thought you would be better off in some other house besides Slytherin," he went on.

Had Harry really done that? Dumbledor was right she did have a good friend. She hadn't even known it.

"Now, I agreed with Mr. Potter, but for reasons he does not know. But these are the things you should know, so I may as well cut to them," he said. "You are not happy in the Slytherin house are you?"

Jordan shook her head. Of course she wasn't happy. How could she be?

" The reason the sorting hat placed you in slytherin has to do with your father,"

"But my father…" she began but was cut short.

"Not the father you know, Jordan," he said in a sad voice " a father who doesn't deserve you."

Her mind was racing "well, what other father than the one I know?" she felt like screaming.

"You see Jordan, although neither of your parents know it, your real father is Voldemort," he said in a stony voice.

Jordan could tell by the look on his face that this was no joke. She wanted to through up, and in a matter of hours, she did.

"How can he be my father, I mean logically," she gasped. Damn logic!

"Wizards are known for sometimes, entering the muggle world, and some of the less respectable ones cause chaos," he explained. " It was so easy, your mother walking home late at night, at about the time she was planing to have a third child, you. Muggle men do it all the time and get away with it. I believe your parents were relieved, because they assumed your mother was already pregnant. Voldemort must have thought he would get to you before the Ministry or Hogwarts did. Only, you know what happened. He fell. You see he wanted and heir. He had no spouse so he used your mother as a target. Your mother is your blood mother and Voldemort is your really father."

This time Jordan couldn't contain herself.

"THAT'S DISCUSTING!" she screamed so loud that the first years in care of magical creatures all the way out on the field tuned their heads to the sound.

Dumbledor didn't even try to calm her down. He understood.

"So this probably has something to do with why Snape was upset with the drawings on my arm," she raced along.

"Signs invented by Voldemort," Dumbledor commented.

"Why the ministry didn't want me to know about magic…"

"Afraid you would join him," he added.

"Why there was no wand for me at Olivander's?" she asked.

"I cannot answer that one, Jordan there are things we must discover on our own," said Dumbledor.

"So I really shouldn't bother asking if I am the reason Voldemort wanted Harry dead from the beginning?" she asked pleadingly.

"There are some things we must discover on our own," he repeated quietly.

"But basically, I'm the missing link to the story," she added.

"Sadly, that is correct," was all he said to that.

"I'm sorry I had to burden you with that, but there are things we must understand even if we sometimes feel it would be better left unknown," he said. "Besides telling you of your… past," he began again " I thought we should probably give the sorting hat one more shot. Maybe you should ask it what house you would do well in besides Slytherin."

Jordan nodded. Dumbledor picked the hat up from its shelf and placed it on her head. As it fell down over her eyes she asked it: "Where would I do well besides slytherin."

"Hmm… well… lets see. I would say you would have to be a Gryffindor because you must learn to be brave, and as I learned in the past you would do anything for an adventure!" it mumbled cheerily. "Yes indeed it would have to be

GRIFFINDOR!" it yelled out.

Dumbledor removed the hat from her head.

"Well, that's that," he said "I will have your things brought into the Gryffindor tower this afternoon. And Jordan, you must not worry about attending your classes today. I excuse you from them."

"Thank you," she said shakily and walked out of the room.

Jordan gladly took the bit of liberty Dumbledor had offered her and didn't attend her classes. She walked straight to Moaning Mertel's bathroom where she was sure no one would find her, and let everything sink in. As it did sink in, she found that her stomach didn't agree with it at all. She spent the best part of an hour throwing up in one of the toilets, and being taunted by Mertel for doing so. She didn't care. Moaning Mertle was the least of her worries right now. After she had thrown up for a while, she began to sob. She felt like she was sinking into the floor. Oh why hadn't she died the day she apparated into the forest? It was starting to get dark outside and she thought she had better head down for dinner.

"Hey Jordan! Come sit over here," Harry was waving from where he was sitting with his friends Ron and Hermione.

Jordan pulled an excellent fake smile. She was sure no one could tell the difference. She could do this. She was a good actress when the time was right. She swallowed hard and bit her toung. They wouldn't see her cry!

When Jordan got back to the Gryffindor common room, everyone wanted to talk to her. They all wanted to know how she had gotten transferred out of the Slytherin house and why. From all directions there were excited Gryffindors patting her on the back, or asking what the Slytherins were like in their house, or how she had found out about Hogwarts.

"Great job ditching those Slytherins," Fred and George Weasly, Ron's brothers told her.

They all seemed to think she was some sort of hero for surviving with people like Malfoy and Pansy for so long without becoming one of them. Normally Jordan would have enjoyed the chance to make new friends, but right now she just wanted them to disappear and leave her to the quiet.

It was ten o'clock by the time the room began to clear. By eleven all had gone to bed but one girl. It was Harry's friend, Hermione Granger. When everyone had been circling around Jordan, she had been attempting to finish her charms homework, and now she was just finishing up. The only reason it had taken her so long was because she had made her essay twice as long as it was supposed to be and then had checked over it for errors.

Hermione looked up from her work. It wasn't until now that she had noticed that Jordan was still up. She had thought she was the only one awake. Jordan sat in one of the large arm chairs and stared blindly into the fire.

"Are you planning to go to bed?" Hermione asked lightly.

"Are you?" Jordan responded blankly.

"I was going to now that I have finished my work," said Hermione.

It was now that Hermione realized that Jordan didn't look quite so perky as she had an hour ago. Maybe she was just tired, but she didn't look like she was planning to head off to bed anytime soon.

"Did you want to be switched to Gryffindor?" asked Hermione who surprised even herself.

"Oh, it was my first choice," Jordan said looking up "its so much better than Slytherin. I really wanted to be a Gryffindor from the beginning."

"I'm glad you switched," Hermione said, smiling. "Harry told us you worked with him in potions for the last couple days. He says your really good in that class."

"Ya, its the only class that I'm good in," she said. "I just don't know a thing about magic and I'm hardly any better than the first years in all my other classes, no matter how much extra time I spend on them."

Hemione considered this for a moment. She didn't know Jordan at all, but Harry liked her well enough. Like Harry, she got the feeling that Jordan was in desperate need of some friends. How could she not be, if she had spent over a month with the Slytherins?

"I could probably help you if you had any trouble with your assignments," Hermione offered.

Jordan's face lit up like the sun.

"Do you really want to help me?" she asked in awe.

"Sure," said Hermione "we can meet in the library after lessons tomorrow, if you would like."

"That would be wonderful!" exclaimed Jordan.

"Great. I'm off to bed then," said Hermione.

She gave a great stretch and headed up the stairs.

"Despite the horrors of the day, Jordan couldn't help but feel a bit better after the talk with Hermione. She hadn't been around any girls she liked since she came to Hogewarts. She was enjoying the beginning of a friendship that she had with Harry, but it was different than having a girl to talk to. Besides having the oportunity to make a new friend, she was sure a little extra help would go a long way in some of her classes. Walking up the stairs to her dorm room, she almost smiled.