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Now on with the chapter!!

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"How were your few hours in Diagon Alley?" Mr. Malfoy asked eating the salad on his fork.

 "They were fine, I met this girl named Hermione Granger-" Jefferson started.

"That mudblood?" Mr. Malfoy nearly spit out his food.

"She's a mudblood! That girl isn't even worth my attention after what you've told me!" He replied in disgust.

"That girl is the smartest witch in her year, Draco told me that." Mr. Malfoy answered.

"Father should have a go with her, don't you think? She'd be a good one to torture, do you think father could get her to come to our house and let me torture her to her death?" Jefferson smiled evilly.

"I'm sure he'll put that into consideration," He replied acidly smiling to himself.

They left Diagon Alley around 2 that afternoon and returned back at the manor in minor happiness. Settling down Jefferson went down into the dungeons at the bottom floor.

It was filled with dead bodies of people who had been tortured by himself or his father. They had fought to death most of them. He especially liked killing Arthur Weasley, who they had killed just about three weeks ago. The man had been caught walking near the manor and Mr. Malfoy dragged him to Voldemort. Arthur had screamed and yelled (A/N: I think they mean the same thing…I'm confused…) the name Harry Potter over and over again. It was as if he was trying to tell them something important. The last words the man had ever said was, "I didn't tell you…I didn't tell…" They had a tiny significance in his mind, but Jefferson had written down all the words that those people had said before they had died. Most were meaningless to him, but they were a good souvenir for their soon-to-be-dead families.

The bodies were in one room that some bodies were so old, that nothing was really left of them. The families of the dead people were usually found dead in a river, or some even standing up with their eyes open. His father usually had the family killed quickly because they knew a secret that he didn't want them to tell the general public. Jefferson himself had never found out what the secret was, but he was hoping that it would be uncovered soon. Killing the Weasley family was worthless, since Voldemort had already told him that nobody else knew this "secret".

"Jefferson, could you please put away these books in the library?" He turned and saw Severus Snape holding a pile of books in his hands.

"Do I have to?" Jefferson pouted.

"Yes, in fact will do you good not to be down here," Snape was glaring at him. "You should get a move on…We don't want your father hearing that you've disobeyed a Death Eater. You do remember the rule-"

"Listen to all Death Eaters since you are going to be one at the age 17, and if you don't listen to a fucking word they say I will fucking kill you with my fucking snake," He recited. "I am clearly adding words to his exact speech, but I will get a move on as you said 'big nose'." Jefferson grabbed the books and walked off into the library which was quite far away.

 The library was a good place to go, because it was usually full of Death Eaters who had personal worries that Jefferson liked to listen to and talk to them. It was usually his only social time that he loved to do. In the library there were lots and lots (and a lot more lots) of shelves that took up so much room that books were even stacked on top of each other and were all over the place.     

"Jefferson," A quiet voice whispered.

He turned his head to see Marley Movingstreet by a book shelf with a book open in his hands. He was a curious fellow that had dark blonde hair, a pug nose, and huge brown chocolate looking eyes. Marley was apparently wearing a long black robe that said "Ministry of Magic" on it. He had most likely just come from his office.

"What?"

"Come here,"

"I've got to return these fu- uh…interesting books,"

"It's urgent,"

"I don't have the damn time,"

"I am a Death Eater you know…"

"I hate you, you know that?"

"Been here, done that,"

"I'll be here in a second all right?"

"Be quick kid,"

"Okay,"

Walking quickly he put the books into a trolley and ran back to Movingstreet who was looking at the same book still. His intelligent looking eyes were reading it fast and it seemed that he didn't realize that Jefferson stood there.

"Um…Movingstreet?" He tapped his elbow.

"There you are! I've needed (A/N: or been needing…I'm not sure which one to use…! You use which out you think is correct…) to do this Muggle DNA test on you, would that be all right?" Marley asked.

"Why do you need to do a Muggle test on me? I am not clean enough that I've got to take this test?!" Jefferson snapped.

"No, no! It's just that the test tells you if your father is really your father, and your mother is really your mother…that's just what it is, just promise not to tell your father about this-"

"And why not?"

"Because rumors Jeff, rumors are going around that your related to-"

They were interrupted by Jack Moon, who had dark brown hair that stuck all over place, black eyes, and had pimples all over his cheeks and forehead.

"What do you want Moon?" Jefferson asked.

"I was just a wondering if you could a spare a moment," Jack replied, making it sound more of a statement then a question.

"I'm busy Moon! Go away," He glared at him.

"I will have to inform your father you know…" Jack sneered.

"You go do that," Jefferson replied. "Another thing father told me "Don't have a Death Eater complain about you when I'm busy plotting ways to get revenge on Dumbledore" So that technically means that you would annoy the hell out of him and you would get killed with the snap of my fingers."  

"You know boy, you are absolutely correct! I will leave you alone with Movingstreet and you can discuss you date together…" He backed off and went to the far end of the library looking up some Modern Potions.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance Movingstreet, continue on with this Muggle RNA thing…" said Jefferson.

"It's DNA, RNA is protein-making sites in a cell. DNA is…DNA," Movingstreet sighed.

"What's a cell?"

"It's what makes up life…'The building blocks of life' as it's said,"

"No shit,"

"Don't swear Jefferson, you're fa-"

"Don't even go there,"

"I'll try not to,"

"Can you just continue?"

"Fine,"

"Go on…"

"Well the rumors about you, are that you're actually related to the Potters-"

"Holy Crap!"

"I know," Movingstreet fingered the sleeve of his robe. "I told my Master that I'd do a DNA test on you and show the public that you aren't related to the Potters."

"When did this rumor go out?"

"It went out the time you went to buy chocolate those many years ago, remember?"

"Yeah," (A/N: Look back at chapter 1…there's a tiny paragraph explaining this)

"Well I'll have the test ready by…tomorrow."

"Alright, I best be off now,"

"See later then Jefferson Riddle,"

"Bye,"

Jefferson went off back into his room, walking slowly to make time go quicker. He wanted the day to be over soon because it was around 4 and things started to get uninteresting.

Back in his room, he opened up a book that said, "Death Cries". It listed everything that people had said right before they had died.

 Glancing at a page he read:

Arthur Weasley ----died July 9th, 1994

My father tortured him in the dungeons for 3 hours before he died at the time 10: 25 p.m. I witnessed the middle and end of his torture. It began at around 7:15p.m right outside of the house. He was moved in to the house some 35 minutes later.

Words said: (What I heard)

"I must have not taken this into consideration,"

"I've got a family to feed, please don't kill me,"

"The boy's got a right to know the truth about…"

Last words:

"I didn't tell…I'm sorry Dumbledore…I couldn't…"

Keywords:

*I didn't tell – has some what of a meaning, just don't know what…

*boy's got a righ to know the truth –must mean me, but hey it could mean his son or something…

Sighing at what he'd written, he closed the book and put it under his mattress for safety.

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When the clock struck 8, Jefferson straitened his robes and went down for dinner. His father seemed to have gone on some "Let's kill Potters" hunt so there was no worry about him in his mind.

 Eating his dinner slowly, (mashed potatoes with gravy, and chicken) he went up to his room and lay on his bed wondering what his father was up to.

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There we go! That was just about 1, 757 words! (Not counting this) So, it was just about some 200 words shorter, but hey! It's late here and my mom will get mad if I'm up too late (I've got a science test to study for…but do care if I fail tomorrow? Noooooooo) ^__^ Please leave a review, not a big thing but makes a writer's day feel a ton better!!


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