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Text like this is thoughts.
Running was something that Jefferson was very good at, making his way through the hall ways Jefferson found himself in the library. Panting slightly, he jogged to the section labeled "Potions" and found just the book he needed.
Smuggling the book out of the library, he ran into the Gryffindor Ghost.
"What are you young Riddle doing here?" Nick asked the boy.
"Listen ghost, do you know where the third year Gryffindor class is held at this moment?"
"Of course, they're in the Charms class room learning charms! Did you know that charms used to be one of my favorite subjects when I was in school? There was a boy named Jo-" Nick replied.
Running up the closest stair case, he made his way to the seventh floor Charm's corridor. Seeing that there was a class going on, he straightened his robes and knocked on the door.
"Please go get the door Mr. Lestrange," Squeaked the teacher.
The door was opened and Jefferson walked in.
"What may I do for you Mr. Riddle?" Flitwick asked.
"My I please borrow Mr. Potter for a few moments?" He said coldly but politely that no teacher was going to say no to.
Taken back by his politeness, Flitwick quickly motioned Harold to follow Jefferson.
Walking down the hall way, Harold kept on asking questions.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Will I be able to go back to class?"
"Can I get something to eat?
"Will I be killed?"
"Is there a bathroom around here?"
"This hall way is creepy, can we go somewhere else?"
"My mom doesn't like it when I talk to strangers."
"I really, really need to use the toilet…"
"May I please go to the toilet?"
"Please…?"
"I'm dieing…!"
Finally Jefferson got annoyed with the boy. "Just shut up, and just follow me."
He led the boy through hallways and through some more until they reached an abandoned Potions classroom. There wasn't much to see, there was a fowl smell in the room, like in most old classrooms.
"Give me a piece of your hair." Jefferson demanded.
"And why would I do that?" Harold questioned.
"Because I want it, for a potion I'm going to make."
"What if I don't give it to you?"
"Then I'll just have to kill you and take it."
"What if I say I will?"
"I'll then make you leave and go back to class."
Rolling his eyes, Harold decided to play along with his small game.
"I'll give it to you if you…" Thinking carefully, Harold then added, "Leave my sister and me alone for the rest of this year. You may not call us any names, or insult what we believe in."
Considering this option, Jefferson finally decided, "Fine, give me your hair and get out of my sight!"
Giving the boy a few pieces of his hair, Harold left wondering what that crazy Slytherin was going to do with it.
Taking a thick volume, Jefferson found the page he was looking for.
D.N.A- The Potion to all Problems
There was a list of special items that he needed. He had collected these a little while ago.
Soon he started working hardly to get the potion done. It took him quite some time to make it, but about two hours later, it was done. The potion was a clear color, much like the truth telling potion.
Carefully adding some of Harold's hair and some of his, Jefferson took out his wand and muttered, "Potion, Potion, Tell me, Tell me, who is who!" Waving his wand, a blue light came out and struck the potion. Slowly, words started to form over the potion. The words stood there boldly:
HAIR: HAROLD POTTER and HARRY POTTER PARENTS: LILY AND JAMES POTTER
Jefferson was totally shocked. He was Harry Potter? That little boy who had been kidnapped by Voldemort? Who he thought had been his father? Why did this have to be him? Why not someone else?
Why had his life been a lie?
Realizing that a tier had rolled down his cheek, Jefferson whipped if off and cleared up his potion and other things that he'd left lying around.
Walking out of the room calmly, he saw Jill running toward him.
"Hi Jeff, why do you look so sad?" She asked, looking a bit worried.
"I-I-it's nothing," He said rather lamely.
"What's wrong?" Jill asked softly.
"I don't know if I should tell-"
"Tell me! You can trust me with all your heart…okay?" She replied. Taking his hand, she led him into an empty class room, not very far off from the old Potion's class room.
"Why are we here?" He asked looking around the very old looking class room.
"Let me tell you something about this class room," Jill said, settling her self on top of an old and broken desk. "This classroom used to be a Muggle art class room. It used to be a subject taught here about 20 years go. There was a girl in this class who was pretty much like a social out cast and a boy, who was rather…'bad' so to speak. One day, the boy asked the girl to let him borrow her pencil. Shocked, she did as he asked. For the next few lessons this went on. Around four months after, the two fell in love." Jill recited.
"The two went out for the remainder of their time here at Hogwarts. The boy and girl were totally different in every single way possible but I guess that's why fate picks them to fall in love."
Staring at her in disbelief, he asked, "What does this have to do with…me?"
"I sort of saw you make the potion and stuff…" She said ashamed. "I'm really sorry! But I hope that story of mine cleared everything out for you! Hope you tell your real parents soon." She patted him on the back. "By the way, the girl and boy were my parents. Chao Jeff!"
Jill ran out of the room waving at him. "See you at dinner!"
"See you…" He mumbled after her.
Four years later…
An eighteen year old Jefferson rolled over on his bed. God how he hated being poor.
Jefferson lived in a flat in London, and if anyone asked-he was a university student.
Seeing a Hogwarts owl by his window, he let the grey owl in.
The owl landed and gave Jefferson two letters. One with very noticeable print-Jill's, and the other it seemed was written by the old headmaster Dumbledore.
Grabbing Jill's letter first, he remembered that she'd promised to write him a letter every single day until she graduated from Hogwarts. The day the graduation was held, Jill had told him that she wanted to keep him as a friend and hoped that they'd be able to keep in contact when he left Hogwarts forever.
He'd quickly said yes because soon after leaving the school, he refused to become a death eater and moved to London.
Dear Harry…Or Jeff,
How are you? Once again, I'm doing fine. School is becoming dreadful- even with Hermione Granger teaching us Charms. She's a very good teacher if you're wondering. How is London? Getting better? Are you getting used to those cars and such? I sure hope you are!
I can't wait to see you this summer! I've sure missed you a lot-Hogwarts hasn't been as fun with out you. My new tutor, Ginny Weasley, has been helping me with Potions just as you'd done for me.
Miss you lots!
Love,
Jill
P.S Ginny is pissed about the finals coming up…! Haha! I'm sort of hoping that I won't pass and I'd quit Hogwarts and come to live with you in London!
P.P.S Milly, remember my cat?! Say's hi!
Reading the letter over once more, he grinned. Jill seemed to be pretty busy with the Exams coming up.
Opening the other letter, it was rather short, written with a quick hand.
Riddle-
Be at the Leaky Cauldron at 12: 15 p.m. No later.
A. Dumbledore
Wondering why he was needed, Jefferson started getting dressed and getting ready for work at Magical Books, a new book store that had just opened a few months ago.
Okay…I hope everyone liked this chapter…! If it's a bit confusing, I'm sorry! :( I've been doing corrections to my story lately and because of that…the chapter's been progressing pretty slowly.
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Good bye for now!!
Mya