A/N: I had a first today.  I actually walked over to the bookshelf to consult the book!  I was amazed at myself.  So, if you check in your GoF book, you will see that there actually is a Graham Pritchard.  Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer:  Well, as soon as you read this chapter, you will know that we did not make up the name Pritchard.  The only thing we made up is Jeremy's first name and his personality.  Cheers.

September 2, Third Year

I'm back.  I'm not sure if I'd rather be here or at home anymore.  But one thing is for certain, I'm not alone anymore.

My brother is here.  Graham Pritchard.  He sounds like a wizard doesn't he.  He was put into Slytherin, just like me.

Of course, I had to take him aside and explain things.  A few minuets into the feast, I pulled him out of the Great Hall and into a closet.  I believe this is what was said.  "Graham, we need to talk about what being in Slytherin means."

"It means that we are ambitious, right?" he asked.  So bright for his age, yet so ignorant.

"Yes, but there's something else.  You see, Slytherin is known to be very...err..." I stuttered, not sure how to put this.  "Pure.  They all come from long lines of witches and wizards."

"But we don't, Jerry," he told me, as if I forgot.

"I know.  But we have to pretend that we do.  Understand?"

Graham nodded.  He was so like me, just not as much as a leader.

"Good.  Now, tell people that dad owns an apothecary.  It's a store for magical supplies," I explained.  "Mum stays at home all day, and  -- "

"What?  Mum wouldn't do that!  She'd kill you if she knew what you were saying..."  Graham looked furious.

"I had to say that.  It's how proper wizarding families behave.  And the last thing to remember is to never mention if we have another sibling."  I said quietly.  I wish I had scolded him for yelling.

"But we do, Jerry.  We have Liz..." he started.

"I know that!  But we don't know if she's going to be magical or not.  Until we know, we can't mention whether or not she exists."

He glared at me, but I knew he understood.  I always knew what he was thinking.

"And remember, don't call me Jerry."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes.  I opened the door and Genevieve Weasley fell in.  From the looks of it, she had had her ear to the door.

"Go back to the feast, Graham," I said, glaring at Weasley.  Her eyes met mine with a look of fear.  "How much did you hear?" I shot after my brother had gone.

She whimpered before answering, "All of it."

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"  I raised an eyebrow at her.

She pulled herself up from the floor.  "Maybe," she said plainly.

"Oh, you sound like a kindergartener," I complained as I pulled out my wand.  I guess it was time for a memory charm.

"Don't!  I won't tell anyone, Pritchard.  I swear."

"You better not, Weasley," I told her and stalked away.

I probably shouldn't have done that.  Most likely, it was a mistake.  But I couldn't' do anything but believe her for some reason.

I hope that I made the right choice.

A/N:  What do you think?  Should Ginny tell on him, or keep his secret?  Review and tell us!