DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

This will most likely be the last chapter of the story. You guys have taken me farther then I've ever imagined. I want to now thank you all for being supportive and bearing with my monthly updates. I hope to start a new story sometime soon and have all of you be there with me, helping out!

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Mya

P.S. All spells are made up, and if you speak another language like Dutch, Spanish, or French you might want to translate the spells…They actually are rather funny.

P.P.S I am horribly sorry if I spelled the killing curse wrong—if someone has the correct spelling, tell me so in the review. ;;

"Why hello father," Jefferson said coldly, his green eyes carefully eying Voldemort. "What brings you here at this lovely time of year?" He let a smirk place his unemotional face.

"I know you know the truth, son," Voldemort emphasized the word son. "I will spare you the details and kill you now, since you lack of power…Unlike me."

"But, unlike you I don't look like a monkey's arse." He had no clue where that came from, but was happy note that his so called father's face turned into a nasty expression.

"I will give you a quick and painful death boy!" The Dark Lord raised his wand. "Ava-"

"Remvissen!" Jefferson waved his wand and a flow of bubbles blasted out of his wand. At first, the spell looked like it was harmless but suddenly there was a flash of purple light and a cry of pain that was coming from Voldemort.

Getting up from his back, He-who-must-not-be-named swished his wand and said clearly, "Mierdavoiture!" A lightning bolt made its way toward Jefferson. Quickly, Jefferson conjured a shield to bock the curse.

"Getting good there father!" Jefferson let out a laugh. "You should start to train for the Wizarding Olympics!"

"Why-you ungrateful son, I taught you well! Maybe I should have killed you in the first place!" Voldemort spat.

"Yeah, that would've been convenient huh?" The young man let out a laugh. "Shame really, I might have to kill you now."

"Kill me? Have you learned nothing from me? You can not kill the Dark Lord!" Voldemort snapped.

"Why do humor me, pop. But this is your end, AVADA KEDAVERA!" There then was a huge flash of green light, and a small "bang" as the former Lord Voldemort fell to the ground. Dead.

"Who's sorry now?" Jefferson muttered as he walked over to the

dead corpus. There wasn't much left of him, just some dust and a few bones. His black robes were still there- as good as ever. Picking up the robes, Jefferson put them on.

Silently, he gathered his belongings and left a note on the guest bed.

Dear Mum, Dad, Harriet, and Harold,

When you read this, I am probably some where in Asia. I have killed Voldemort, and robbed him too. (Take a look at the ashes. No robe, you see? I took it) I will be traveling the world, going here and there…doing many things. You don't have to worry about me- I'll be back. Remember!

Jefferson Riddle

Dear Jill,

Keep sharp.

Jeff

Taking a random item that was closest to him, Jefferson made it into a port key that would send him to Yokohama, Japan. From there, he would start his trip.

"Good bye," He muttered to himself as he felt the port key activating itself. "Three, two, one…" And soon, there was no trace of a man called Jefferson Riddle.

……………Seventeen Years later…………….

"Hi! My name's Harry Riddle!" A small boy replied.

The girl with bushy red hair gave a smile, "My name's Molly Weasley-Granger. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Are all your family members wizards and witches?" The young Riddle asked curiously.

"Yep! Except my mom's Muggle-born, so that would make me a half-blood." Molly answered. "And you?"

"My dad's a wizard! But I don't know about my mum though…she died when I was young." Harry noted sadly.

"Michel Boot, get your butt over here and say good-bye to your Grandma Lily!" A screeching woman with dark red hair put up into a messy bun yelled at her son, who was talking to his friend.

"Looks like Boot's in trouble…" Molly muttered to Harry. "Come with me, we'll go tell Mrs. Boot that Michel will be right there."

"Molly dear, have you seen-" She then stopped there and took a good look at the boy. He had a striking resemblance to her brother Harold and her long lost brother Jefferson. "My goodness, what's your name, boy?"

"My name is Harry Riddle," The small boy said. "Is there something wrong?"

"You're my grand son…" Lily Potter walked over to the boy. "Your father's name is Jefferson, correct?"

"Yeah, dad never told me much about him." Harry gave a grin. "I didn't know I had any living relatives!"

"The train leaves in five minutes, mother! Don't dilly-dally with little kids when they have a train to catch." The woman snapped at the older woman.

"Bye mum, bye dad!" Molly waved over to two parents who were talking with a blonde haired man. The two waved and Molly and Harry made their way to the train.

"So tell me Harry, what's this father of yours like?" She inquired.

"Where should I start…?" Harry replied thoughtfully. "I guess it all began…"

The End

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Sorry if the ending was weak…it probably wasn't much better than the start. hehe

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