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As the school week went on, Jefferson grew more bored of school and thought that things back home were probably more exciting.
One morning at breakfast, as the owls arrived a bit late then usual, a black owl dropped a letter onto Jefferson's lap. The letter looked a bit worn out, as if the parchment was old. Open the letter carefully, thinking it would crumble in his hands, he read:
To: Jefferson Riddle
From: Thomas Riddle
How is school going? I should think that your grades are going as well as you said they would. I haven't gotten hold of the Potters yet, there have been some delays with Lucius Malfoy-he hasn't been doing his job, just hanging around the buffoon of a Ministry of Magic. (Cornelius Fudge) (a/n: excuse my spelling!) Malfoy says that Fudge is going to run for ministry position again when they're going to vote again in two years. I hope that your grades are very high and that you haven't killed a mudblood yet.
Postscript: Have found the Potters' secret yet?
Sneering at what his father wrote, Jefferson carelessly crammed the letter into his book bag and ate his breakfast quickly and left for his morning classes putting the contents of the letter far away as possible in his mind.
"There you are Riddle," The voice of Draco said from behind.
"Good morning to you too," He replied in a bored voice.
"Did you get a letter from the Dark Lord?" Draco asked pushing a strand of his blonde hair away from his face.
"Yes, in fact I did. What's it to you?" Jefferson answered suspicious of what Draco was cooking up.
"I was just wondering. I hear that a bunch of Gryffindors are going to sneak into our common room tonight and dye our robes pink." He said matter-of-factually. "So hide your robes."
"Mine are anti-spell proof!" Pansy butted in.
"Go away, we never asked you to join our conversation." Draco pushed her away. Pansy left with a 'huff' and went to join her Slytherin friends.
"I'll try to hide my robes, but it'll be hard…How do they know the password? Don't we get any privacy these days?" Jefferson snapped irritated.
"Suppose not, but what I wonder is how they got the password?" Draco wondered out loud.
"Well some prefect I guess, I mean who else?" Jefferson shrugged.
"Come in class…" The drowsy voice of Professor Binns filled the hall. Quickly and quietly the class walked into the dusty and drowsy looking classroom and put their stuff down and put their heads on the desk.
Being a bit confused for a second, Jefferson put his books on the farthest desk away from the ghost and tried to listen to the lecture that was going on. The lecture was very boring and while he was taking down some notes his eyes started to drop.
Accidentally he pushed his parchment off the table and didn't notice as he dipped his quill into the ink bottle that was next to him.
"Hum…?" He made a noise and looked up in confusion because his paper wasn't there. Taking a look under the desk, he saw the paper lay there innocently. Slowly pushing his chair back, he got down onto his knees to pick the paper up. Looking onto the side of the desk, he saw that something was carved onto it.
There was a heart, and carved inside it were initials that said: LE+ JP forever
Being a bit confused, he traced his fingers around the letters and smiled.
Not knowing that Draco was watching him, Jefferson took his papers and sat back on the desk and started to wonder who LE and JP were. The writing didn't look like it was much resent; it must've been done a long ago because it was all worn out.
Scribbling a note to himself about what he'd found, Jefferson silently pushed it into his pant pocket.
"The MediWitches helped the fallen Aurors to regain their strength and heal their wounds from the battle between them and Haultserpig the Victorious. The battle was fought on the court side of the Eastern Church in 1455." Binns drowned on ignoring the loud snoring coming from Goyle.
Copying down some more notes, Jefferson yawned in exhaustion and put his notes away in his leather bag and lay his head on his desk and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
"Wake up you idiot!" Someone hit his head.
Groaning Jefferson opened his eyes to see Draco there taping his foot.
"Why'd you wake me up…?" He yawned.
"Well it wasn't my fault you fell asleep. Be happy that I woke you up! McGonagall wouldn't be very happy to see a Pot…Riddle skipping class!" Draco snickered.
Grabbing his bag and his books, he and Draco made their way to the Transfiguration class.
"Good morning class," The teacher replied as the class walked in.
A few 'good mornings' were mumbled but most were silent.
"Today we will be practice making items vanish," The professor said waving her wand. "The spell is very simple-" She waved her wand at a piece of parchment and muttered word and the parchment was gone.
"If you're smart enough to do that by the end of the class, I'll award your house 20 points. Off you go!" McGonagall said and started to walk around the class room.
"Malfoy, do you think we can get out of class if we "accidentally" lit our robes on fire?" Jefferson whispered to the blonde boy next to him.
"Worth a try…but I'll do it, if you do it first." He snickered.
"No, no, after you Mr. Malfoy,"
"I insist, Mr. Riddle,"
"It would only be polite if you go first,"
"My father told me to let guests go first,"
"My gods Draco just do it!"
"No, you first!"
"We'll do it at the same time!"
"On the count of three,"
"One…two…thr-"
"MR. RIDDLE AND MR. MALFOY!" McGonagall snapped to get their attention.
Both head turned toward her.
"Would both of you please Vanish your parchments for the whole class since you seem to be talking instead of working? Or is it because you've done working?"
Some girls in the back snickered when Draco got a light blush on his cheeks.
"Professor, I was just simply explaining to Draco how the spell works because he didn't understand…" Jefferson gave a sad looking smile and thought, 'Wonder if she bought it?'
"Well then Mr. Riddle, why don't you show us then how the spell works so the whole class can see?"
'Oh crap, I didn't intend this to happen…must think fast…er…'
"I think I feel sick, may I got to the Hospital Wing?"
"Riddle…"
"Seriously! I feel like barfing…My heads spinning…" Jefferson put his hand on his forehead. "I don't feel so good…"
"Go now, and you'll have to serve a detention,"
"I knew you'd understand, see you Draco!" He waved and grabbed his stuff and ran out of the class room.
Running quickly to the library, not even bothering to look back at Filch's cat the he'd kicked, ran for the library door. Just as he was about to enter, he fell back.
"Riddle! What are you doing out of class?!" The young Potter girl exclaimed.
"I should ask the same for you, Potter." He replied giving her a wicked smile.
"I'm just getting some books for my class," Harriet replied, pushing back her thick dark red hair. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to the library to look up some books, and on what is none of your business." Jefferson said smirking at her.
"Why not?! Tell me!" She demanded, her eyes looked like they'd turned into fire.
"Because it's none of your god damn business!" He snapped at her.
"How about we settle this somewhere else?!" The girl snarled dangerously at him.
"Don't care," Jefferson replied smirking. "You'd chicken out like the rest of you Gryffindorks do instead of being "brave" as they say you lot are." He challenged.
"Oh are you challenging me to Wizarding Duel…?" She asked carefully wondering if that was the right thing to say.
"You choose, I must be off now Potter. Go rot with the rest of your little Gryffindork friends." Giving her a last smirk he gave a small wave and walked off.
(A LITTLE BIT OF HARRIET P.O.V) Muttering under her breath as Harriet walked off she stared at Jefferson and suddenly blacked out…
"Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off-" James Potter's voice yelled.
"Not Harry! Kill me instead!" She yelled.
"Good day to you, Mrs. Potter. You'll never see the boy again; if you ever do you won't even realize it's him…" He crackled evilly and fled into the darkness.
Pictures of the oldest Potter boy were flashing through her head. Pictures of when he was little, that her parents hadn't showed her because they didn't want to remember what had happened to their poor son.
Suddenly a name came into her mind. Jefferson Riddle
That name must have something to do with her brother Harry…But what?
***** Later that night in the Gryffindor common room (don't we all miss it?)
"Hey George, should we pull that prank on the Slytherins tonight or tomorrow night?" Fred Weasley asked playing around with a Dung Bomb.
"You two shouldn't be pulling pranks on those poor Slytherins…" Hermione Granger put in.
"And now they're poor? And I thought that they had more money then all the houses put together…" Fred replied.
"It's just that they don't know anything-" She tried to explain.
"C'mon 'Mione, Riddle has been very nasty to you lately, why don't we just give him a 'present'. I bet he'd look charming in those pink robes…" Ron smiled wickedly.
"You three shouldn't do this! It's dangerous! We could get into HUGE trouble for this!" She said unconvincingly.
"So what, Fred and I are going to open our Joke shop sooner or later, I mean starting it sooner would be a blast, right buddy?" George said.
Hermione grabbed her books and walked off looking a bit angry at the boys for not listening to her warnings.
"Do we have the Super-duper Itchy Powder?" Fred asked.
"Check," Ron answered.
"Do we have our wands?" Fred listed.
"Check…and I've also got some Majikal Glue™?" the other twin replied smiling.
"What's the glue…" Ron started to ask.
"N.O.Y.B," They both put in.
"What noyb?" the other boy asked confused.
"None of your business,"
(A/N: get the joke…tehehe…'noyb' stands for none of your business)
"So I can't know anything! And I thought you two were my brothers!" Ron glared at them.
"Let's just go…"
The boys grabbed their stuff and snuck out, not knowing who they'd meet on the way…
· ******************* Breakfast
"Good morning Draco, nice robes you got there!" Jefferson sat down next to Draco the next morning.
"Those damned Gryffindors…" Was all the poor boy said all day, not even bothering to give rude comments to the small first year that bumped into him.
"What's wrong with you today Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked in class.
"My robes sir, they're pink," Draco said, showing his robes to him.
"Is that a new fashion, or just a prank some fellow students pulled on you?" He asked looking at Draco.
"Must be in fashion…" Jefferson whispered to him. "Since all the other guys have the same problem as you…"
"Why aren't your robes pink too?"
"Well carefully _hid_ my robes, un like someone I know…"
"I _did_ hide them, just in my trunk…"
"You're thick Draco,"
"I seem to appear so. But yet, I know more about your past then you do!"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"More then you know…"
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