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I have tried my hardest to make this chapter good…:-D.
Since this takes place in London…and I've never been to London…I am truly sorry if stuff is like…0__o "WTF is going on?!"
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Making toast and coffee, he ran from room to room trying to find his other sock pair. Since when did his flat get that cluttered? Being annoyed, he ate his toast and coffee quickly. Sipping the hot caffeine hurriedly, and jamming the toast into his mouth he ran around looking for his stupidly, stupid sock.
Finally he found it in his sock under a pile of discarded newspapers. Putting his sock on, he straightened his long sleeved white shirt and pants.
Grabbing his coat, he made his way out.
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Walking out of his London flat, Jefferson closed the door sharply and heard the door click as it locked itself. He headed down the steps, no preferring to take a stupid Muggle elevator. Those stupid things made him sick.
As he headed out the front door, he saw lots of cars coming and going by. People ran across the streets, screaming at one another about dropping groceries or driving some child to school.
He sighed and walked quicker, making his way through the long street to The Leaky Cauldron. On the way, he saw lots of school girls walking with short skirts.
One girl was talking rather loudly and said that her mom didn't think that girls should have skirts over their knee, and she'd cut her skirt shorter the night before not caring what her mom was going to say when she came home. Glancing quickly at the girl, he skirt was so high that if there had been any wind, it would've probably come up all the way.
Chuckling at the image, Jefferson again started heading for The Leaky Cauldron. At last he made it to the small and shabby pub.
"Good morning Mr. Riddle," Tom replied as Jefferson's figure entered the pub.
"Morning Tom," He said and walked off into Diagon Alley. The shops looked the same since the day he had first seen them, but the only thing that seemed to be different was that people weren't as happy as they'd been some years before.
Accidentally, he bumped into an older witch that started at him oddly.
"I'm uh…sorry for bumping into you." He managed to say as the witch was giving him odd looks.
"Say young man, are busy tonight?" The witch gave a very wide smile.
Silently praying that this lady wasn't going to ask what she was going to ask, he replied, "I'm going to go home and have dinner with my lovely wife and baby daughter."
The witch's smile faded. "What's your wife's name?"
"Oh shit," He thought as he thought of some random name. "My wife's name is uh…Daisy."
"Daisy," The witch said thoughtfully. "What a pretty name!"
"Yes, yes it is." He just nodded and prayed that this woman would live him the hell alone.
"I hope I'm not bothering you in anyway…" The woman answered. "I've got some…"
Suddenly, Jefferson dashed off to the book store where he worked.
"Just in time Jefferson!" A bright Faith waved. Faith was the store manager; she had long curly brown hair that reached her back and beautiful amber eyes. "You had exactly twenty-nine seconds to get here before the clock struck nine A.M."
"Yeah, I was stopped by this lady…" Jefferson started explaining that unusual witch.
The manager laughed. "That must have been my dear friend Ivy! She goes for all nice looking young men like you." She gave a small smile. "I'm sorry if she caused you any trouble."
"Oh her? Not really," He said and walked into the back room of the book store. "We'd better start opening up Ms. Faith."
"Oh yes! I just remembered that this new book order came in. Could you please handle that?"
"Sure," Remembering his meeting with Dumbledore he added, "Can I get off at 12? The headmaster of my old school wants to speak with me."
"I guess," She patted him on the back. "Remember to behave young man! He is around a century older then you."
Laughing, he walked to the back of the book store and started sorting out the books.
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At twelve, Jefferson got ready to leave for his break.
The manager was busy helping an elderly man pick out a book on werewolves, but the man himself was too busy looking at the manager's breasts. Cracking up, he left the store in high spirits.
He walked through the street that was a lot more crowed then they had been in the morning, he made his way to The Leaky Cauldron.
There, at table at the most back sat Dumbledore with Lily and James Potter. Feeling a bit flushed, he walked up to the table.
"Hello headmaster," He sneered, far away from his good mood before.
"Good day to you too, Mr. Riddle, I'm sure you know these two?" Dumbledore motioned at Lily and James Potter.
I'm Lily and this is my husband James," Lily introduced.
"Nice to meet you, I'm sure." He replied rather coldly and sat down on the empty chair.
"Jefferson-that's your name right?" James asked.
"Yes, that's my name," He raised his eyebrow.
"Do you play Quidditch?" James asked.
"No, never have." Jefferson replied. "Stupid game if you ask me."
Suddenly, Lily elbowed James. "You, owe me 200 galleons."
"Shi-Er…Darn," James cursed.
"It seems as if James here made a bet with Lily," Dumbledore remarked.
"Bets are also rather dumb," He snickered. "Why did you want to meet me? Surely not to talk about Quidditch?"
Lily shook her head. "I saw you once at a Muggle store once…when you were…around eight…You looked so much like my lost son Harry." Jefferson's eyes widened, he remembered that day well.
--Flash back-- (and no, it' something else)
Sitting in his room, Jefferson talked to his mirror.
"Do I have a mommy?" He asked.
"Well dear, you must come from some where! Children don't pop out of the sky. You've got a mommy somewhere who loves you very much and would do anything to make you as happy has anything." The mirror answered back.
"What does a mommy do?" He wondered.
"They make you feel better when you're sick, tuck you into bed at night, read stories to you and hug you."
"Where's my mommy?" He looked around his room.
"That I don't know dear…You'd better get some sleep." The mirror didn't make a noise after that.
Jefferson undid the covers and tucked himself into bed. What was it like having a mommy? Was it better then having a dad? Even better then ice cream? Soon he drifted into an uncomfortable sleep and dreamt about a woman with long red hair holding him and hugging him whispering soothe words.
But what was strangest of all, the woman called him Harry.
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"If this has anything to do with me being your son—" He was cut off by James.
"How did you know?" He jumped up from his seat.
"Ages, and ages ago I grabbed some of Harold's hair and made a potion to determine who your parents were." Sighing at the memory he continued telling them what had happened that day.
"So Harry, would you ever consider living with us?" Lily asked. "If you've got a flat, and you'd prefer to stay there, that's fine."
"I'm hoping that you'll choose wisely Harry," Dumbledore spoke up. "I just remembered, you seem to have missed handing in an assignment for Professor Snape just before you left…He wasn't very happy about that."
"Tell him to…" Jefferson trailed off. "Erm…That I'd rather not do it."
"I'll forward that to him," Dumbledore nodded. "You'd better get back to work, it seems like we've made you miss around a good half an hour."
"Seems like it," Jefferson nodded. "Nice talking to you." He shook James' hand and nodded his head at Lily. "I shall send you an answer by owl post."
"Great talking to you too Harry, have a good day!" Lily gave her son a hug. "I'll be sure to expect you to come and visit us during Christmas!"
Waving, Jefferson made his way out of the Leaky Cauldron and back to his job.
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The next morning was thankfully a Saturday and Jefferson slept in. He woke to the knocking of someone on his door. Grabbing his bath robe, he opened the door to see…
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