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Chapter 6:

.centerThe One Where the Truth is Discovered .center

That following night Harriet couldn't fall asleep. There was something bugging her, and she didn't like it one bit. Something was so peculiar about that boy, but she couldn't figure it out.

Getting out of bed around 3 am because of her lack of sleep, Harriet put on her robe loosely around her body and walked out of the room quietly. She decided to head for the library to see if there was something on Jefferson Riddle.

Making sure there was no-one in the hall way leading out of the Gryffindor common room, she stalked out side feeling a bit dreadful about breaking a school rule.

As Harriet was walking down a flight of stairs, making sure she didn't sink into the trick step, down another hallway that lead to the library.

When she was walking down that long hallway, she heard noises coming from a room up front. There was some kind of muttering going on, but she couldn't make much sense of it.

"Riddle, you don't know about your own past! You don't know…but why hasn't the Dark Lord told you?!" A low voice said.

"I don't know what there is to tell Draco!" A bitter voice exclaimed.

There was a sigh, "I think that you should check some history books and ask for a baby picture of you."

"Is that all of hint you can give you bastard?!" The voice sounded annoyed.

"Fine, but you better no tell daddy." A cruel chuckle was heard. "Harry Potter."

"What? That's it?" That voice demanded.

"Yeah, I think someone's coming…We'd better go."

"Yes,"

There were faint foot steps as two shadows left the room and went down the hall.

'Wonder who they were…?' She thought. 'One was Draco Malfoy, but the other…? It could've been Riddle, or even some random other guy.'

Quickening her pace, she got to the library pretty quickly. The doors were locked but with a few charms she was able to break the lock and enter the library.

Walking into the "1980-current" section, Harriet picked out a book that was published a few years ago. There were a bunch of books about Harry Potter, the "Lost Link". He had become so famous even if her long lost brother were a live; the boy couldn't even know who she was.

Grabbing a book called "Harry Potter, the Lost One" She flipped to random page and began to read.

"There have been over 300 wizards claiming to be Harry Potter that Muggle and Wizard DNA tests had to be taken. Yet when the results came in, NONE of the have been positive of being the real Harry Potter.

"We hope to still keep searching for him, but if he isn't located in a few years we'll give up…" A devastated Lily Evans-Potter commented on the event.

There were over 10 of these events held in the last 5 years. The real Harry Potter never showed up for the tests, or is other wise dead.

"If in about a few years he is found and Harry is fine, we'll call off the searches and know that our son is better off where he is." James Potter had said.

The Potters have spent over 100,000 galleons to search of the "Lost Link", their children (Harriet (14) and Harold (15)) don't know anything about this but the Potter adults are going to tell them in a few years. "

Slamming the book closed, Harriet was too shocked to even say a word. Putting that book back, thinking that it wouldn't tell her anything interesting, she took another book called, "Dark Lord Harry Potter's Father?!" Checking the list of contents she spotted a very odd one, "Chapter XXX Jefferson Riddle and Harry Potter". Wondering what this chapter was about, she flipped to the page skimming the book a bit at the same time. In the book there were pictures of a young boy wearing black robes and haunted looking eyes. There was even a picture of the Dark Mark, which was placed next to a picture of baby Harry Potter on one page.

Looking at the picture in disgust she turned to the right page, 238.

There was a picture of a very familiar Jefferson Riddle, with a smirk on his face, looking quite old for his age.

The chapter then began talking about all kinds of test and things that were being done blah, blah, blah. The rest was boring until she read the line, "Jefferson Riddle might be the long lost Potter boy". Amazed, she carefully tucked the book into her robes and made sure that it wouldn't look *too* suspicious that she'd actually taken a book from the library without permission.

Walking out of the library, Harriet locked the doors and ran top speed to the Gryffindor common room. Bumping into Filch's cat twice, she kicked it once, and the second time Harriet saw Mrs. Norris she hexed it with a Body Binding Spell. Feeling rather horrible, she went back to bed.

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The next morning, Jefferson sat on his bed looking at an empty piece of parchment. It had been there awhile now, but when it came to writing a letter he was clueless. Chewing on his quill, he carefully opened the blue ink bottle. Turning the lid off carefully, he set the ink bottle on the bed. Putting the lid on the table beside him, not bothering to pick it up when it fell onto the ground.

Taking the quill out of his mouth, he started to write.

Father-

Hogwarts is going well. I'm doing alright in everything. Muggleborns Mudbloods haven't bothered me at all and they're staying away from me and Draco. Father, there is something that I've wanted to ask you but I can't ask you right now. Maybe later.

Best wishes,

Jefferson

Feeling satisfied with his letter, he got up and got dressed and quietly walked out of the Slytherin common room he made his way to the Owlery. On his way, he spotted the young Potter girl crying.

"What are you crying about Potter?" He asked glaring at her.

"Why should you care?!" She sobbed looking away from him.

"Because I happen to be a lot older then you-" He started but was cut off by Harriet.

"GO away! This doesn't concern you at all!" She got up from the cold stone floor and ran off.

'Wonder what was bugging her?' Snickering, he started walking to the Owlerly again.

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After mailing his letter, Jefferson went to the Great Hall for breakfast. Draco was already there, clearly not very happy about what had happened the night before.

"Look, Riddle; haven't you been following my advise?" He gave a I-know-something-you-don't-know smile.

"Just stop it, Malfoy. There isn't a need to go into this." Jefferson glared at him.

"If looks could kill…" Pansy appeared behind Draco.

"If looks could kill Pansy, I'd be dead now." Jefferson smirked.

Draco let out a snort. Pansy hit him on the head with quill. "Draco dear, it isn't nice so snort at the dinner table!"

Snickering, Jefferson ate his breakfast and kept on throwing glances at Draco who was being fed by Pansy. (Something she enjoyed…)

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There we go guys! I added more to the chapter so it would be a bit longer! Hope that it's a bit better now!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! :D

Yes, Harriet found out about Jefferson! But she isn't going to do much with the information YET.

In the next chapter:

Will Voldemort do something to Hogwarts?

Will Jefferson find out about himself?

Will the Potters tell Jefferson…?

Will Hermione and Ginny find out?

Some will likely be answered in the next chapter! Byeee for now!

Mya