A/N:  Sorry all those that had to read the graduating chapter again because of our mispost.  Here's the real think.

June 30, seventh year

How are you doing, Journal?  I'm great.  Except for the fact that I have both hands chained to a wall.  So, please excuse my somewhat crooked handwriting at the moment.  There isn't much elbow space in the cell either.

I've gotten myself kidnapped at the moment.  They were tall guys in hooded cloaks.  I'm guessing Death Eaters.  I'm also figuring that the one who looked like Draco was the infamous Lucius Malfoy.

I also suspect that they were Death eaters because You-Know-Who himself came to visit me a couple of minutes ago.  Terrifying?   Not really.  The whole conversation has left me a little unsettled, but no torturing, as of yet.

When he came in at first, I was a little scared.  "Jeremy Pritchard," he said in his cold voice.  "I am Lord Voldemort."

I refrained from flinching at his name.  "Er, hello?" I said, not quite sure what else to do.

You-Know-Who shot me a stern look at my reply before continuing.    "By now, I am sure that you have heard what I want," he began.  "I want all muggleborns and muggles extinct from this planet.  And I want Harry Potter dead.  To do this, I need a weapon.  Something strong, something powerful.  And to make that I need you."

At first I thought he needed my blood because I am a deceiver or something like that.  What else is special about me besides that I'm a liar?  It must be some dark magic will call for "The Blood of a Pretender," or something.  But, that wasn't it.  "Why me?" I asked, although certain I knew the answer.

"Because I need a relative."

"A what?"  I said this a soon as I was thinking it.  I'm sure your doing the same thing right now.  A relative?

"Relative!  Didn't your muggle parents teach you what the word meant, boy?  It means someone who shares the same blood, you fool!"

Instead of cowering in fear, I merely pushed my back harder against the wall.  Then I realized how cold it was, and leaned forwards again.  "Yes," I started, nervously.  He could kill me at any second you know.  "But you forget.  I'm muggleborn.  I can't be related to you-Wait!"  An idea suddenly struck me.  "You're not my father, are you?"

"No, Jeremy.  I am your great half-uncle."

I was so shocked, I didn't even laugh at the Star Wars line.

Apparently, I should have paid more attention to the section on You-Know-Who in Defense Against the Dark Arts.  I think I must of fell asleep when they went over the part about him being half-blood.

"My father," You-Know-Who explained, "the stupid muggle he was, had an affair.  One child resulted from that affair.  A girl.  This girl married young , having her first child at the age of nineteen.  She named her son Michael Pritchard."

I gasped.  That was my father's name!  Okay, yes.  I should have seen it coming, but I didn't!  It was shocking.

"Of course you know the story from there.  He married and had three children.  I'm sure you've figured out who those are by now."

Indeed I had.  I was related to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.  How depressing.

But it does make sense, doesn't it?  That's why both Graham and I are in Slytherin.  I mean, we're not pure blood, but he was the heir of Slytherin.  I dunno.  It's a bit confusing, since we actually have no wizard blood ourselves.  I wouldn't be surprised if the spell doesn't even work.  Guess that's what he gets for killing off all of his known relatives. 

Pretty strange.  I wonder if Dad even knew.  In fact, I bet he didn't know who You-Know-Who was, I guess.

Anyway, I think I'm taking this all very well.  I mean yes, it is a bit depressing.  Someone might think that I am destined to become evil and destroy the world!  Don't think so though.

Of course I might have no choice, as You-Know-Who said he'd kill me in a week if I didn't decide to help him with his weapon that will basically destroy anyone he wants in a five  mile radius, leaving people he specifies safe.  After he kills me, he'll go after Graham.  Then Liz.  He won't touch mom or dad, because they're muggles, although he did say he would kill them if Graham refused, and then kill Graham.  If none of this works, then he'll think up a new plan.

So.  How does one escape from a magical prison?  Any ideas, Journal?

Didn't think so.

A/N:  Time for our replies to reviewers.

bz:  How did you know?

angeleyes52:  We'll try to work on the Ginny thing.  She wasn't supposed to be mean, just hurt and angry.

wizzabee:  Sometimes guessing pays of.

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KATEY B: I love the review so clear and easy to follow.  (That was sarcasm.)  You guessed right, so we'll mention you in the next chapter.

Secret:  We feel bad for Jerry to, but it'll get better.  Eventually.

Spordelia:  Yes, we are hilarious.

Yami:  Sorry about the confusion, we hope this explains a lot, if not, review again.

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