Hullo!

My wonderous readers, I am back again to bestow upon you the Holy Grail of all Harry Potter stories...Or not. Anyways, let me tell you, its been HELL editing this thing. I never realized just how illiterate I used to be and how inlove I am with spellcheck. So, I got a good 4 chapters typed up and edited, each patiently waiting in the Magical Chapter Vault until their moment of glory comes...Do I seem a bit odd today? Hmmm. Thats what happens, children, when you don't get enough sleep then have to take a test in Physiology the next morning. College sucks people. If you can, take online courses. Anyways, before I get into the replies and chapter, I have to mention this story I read back on Death-Curse. The first half was sick and the second was just...WEIRD...It all made me VERY proud of my other slash stories. I'm a bleeding SAINT compared to this guy. I know that was sort of random, but I had to rant.OK! Onto the stoof!!

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Harry charged up the stairs, his face still burning with a dangerous anger. He knew Ron must've chased him down, nobody else other than the determined redhead would dare approach Harry in the midst of his rage. Slamming the door to his dorm open, Harry stormed in, quite a sight of blinding anger.

Jimmy jumped and looked up from his book just in time to see his brother upturn his nightstand and smash what was left of his lamp with his foot. The boy blinked, at a loss of words as his roommate continued on, breaking and smashing whatever he could get his hands on. Finally coming to his senses, Jimmy leapt from his bed and quickly grabbed Harry's wrist just before he launched a picture frame containing the brothers and the entire Order of the Phoenix across the room. Harry tried to jerk out of his brother's grasp, determined to do as much damage to the photo-people as possible since he couldn't harm the actual ones.

"What the hell is the matter with you!" Jimmy yelled, yanking the portrait from Harry's grip.

"THEY'RE whats the matter with me!" Harry bellowed, his hands feeling much too empty without something to break.

"What happened? What did they say?" Jimmy inquired, keeping his body on full alert as he watched Harry's eyes dart about the room, undoubtfully looking for something else to demolish.

"THEY said nothing," Harry growled, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Jimmy frowned, perplexed," What do you mean nothing?"

"That's exactly what I mean. They said for us to do NOTHING. "

"Nothing!?" Jimmy exclaimed astonished.

"Yes, NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. We sit on our arses while Voldemort becomes even more powerful and formulates another way to get at us," Harry practically spat.

Jimmy had never seen his brother this angry before, even when they had fought. Harry was utterly radiating toxic fumes that threatened anyone who crossed his path. Jimmy watched Harry as he paced back and forth, quickly wearing a path on the runner.

"Are you sure they meant for us to do NOTHING?"

"Yes, they even gave me a bunch of reasons why we had to wait. Why we couldn't just bum rush Greenland."

"Well, they might be right, Harry," Jimmy said, ignoring the venomous look shot at him right as the words left his lips." I'm serious. We need to gather our allies and plan a strategic attack that'll stomp out everything ol' Voldy's got. Rushing in blind, with no plan whatsoever, relying on lots of luck and chance is just suicide. The Order's smarter than that, especially since we're so close. We can't chance screwing up and having him run for it...We won't have another Skye to give us his new location. As it is, she's probably already on his hit list."

"But what if he's ALREADY running for it? We could be too late. It's already been seven hours since we found out he's in Greenland. For all we know, that spell on Skye could've activated or triggered some secondary spell, warning him, " Harry seethed, growing impatient at not being able to act.

"We don't know if he's gone."

"We don't know that he's not," Harry retorted.

Jimmy sighed and carefully set down the frame on his side table. The terrified wizards in the photo carefully peeked back in frame, eyeing the brothers nervously." Harry, if you can't trust the Order, trust ME. I think they're right. Its better we come up with a plan."

"What if they take too long though? I couldn't stand it if he got away AGAIN," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"Then I'll go with you myself to Greenland and we'll attack him ourselves."

Harry finally stopped and peered at his brother.

"Just give them a chance, alright? And if they take too long, we'll go. At least give me time to come up with a plan B."

Harry hesitated, and then nodded with a heavy sigh.

"Good. Now, why don't you go down to the kitchens and get yourself a hot chocolate. And you can take Ron over there with you," Jimmy suggested, motioning to a startled looking Ron.

Harry turned and, sure enough, Ron was hovering nervously in the doorway, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Harry sighed lightly, knowing he needed time to cool off a bit, and walked over to him," How 'bout it Ron? Dobby's got a couple of hot chocolates and some cream puffs with our names on it."

Ron nodded a little, clearly still flustered that Harry wasn't biting his head off.

"You coming with?" Harry asked as he stood with Ron in the doorway.

"Nah, I got studying to do." Jimmy said with a small smile and watched the two old friends leave. Looking back at the room, Jimmy grimaced," Maybe I should've made him clean up first."

Setting his shoulders determinedly, Jimmy plucked his wand from his robes on his trunk and faced the destroyed room. Fifteen minutes later, Jimmy pushed Harry's freshly put together nightstand back in place, perching the Order portrait atop.

" Not easy belonging to Mr. Harry Potter, is it?" He asked the wizards in the photo with a grin. They all nodded vigorously, rounding on Harry's photo-counterpart with a scowl.

Jimmy chuckled and tossed a stray pillow back onto Harry's bed then brushed a feather off his own. He knew he'd never be able to get back into his book and he honestly didn't want to deal with what questions Harry would undoubtedly come back with later. He needed time to think this through, maybe come up with the shadows of the plan he'd promised his twin. So, Jimmy grabbed his journal from between his mattresses, his cloak and a Walkman that was sitting on the boys' bookshelf before walking out of the room.

He swung the cloak round his shoulders and started down the stairs. Wandering without a clue as to where he was going, Jimmy turned down a corridor, somehow ending up back at the Canterbury Tapestry. He peered up at it before plopping down on the floor beneath it, setting the tape player besides him. Flicking it on, he browsed each song until he found a nice mellow one, and then opened the worn pages of his journal. Flipping to a fresh blank one near the end, Jimmy picked up the Muggle pen holding his place there. With a sigh, he bit his lip and began to write. He scribbled endlessly, listening to song after slow song. Early risers passed him every now and then, but he ignored them, too engrossed in his writing. He didn't even notice when one of the people passing actually stopped and stood across the hall, watching him.

Finally finding a pause in his train of thought, Jimmy looked up just to clear his head and started as he saw Skye smiling softly at him.

"Oh, uh...Hi."

"Hi."

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked.

"Long enough to notice that you brood when you concentrate," She replied, pushing herself from the wall.

Jimmy blushed a bit," Oh. Do I?"

"Yes. Its very cute," She said with a grin and slipped down to sit next to him.

The flustered Gryffindor simply nodded, not knowing what to say to that. Why am I so nervous? He asked himself. I've never been this nervous before...

Suddenly, Skye's face fell solemn, her smile completely vanishing without a trace." Look, I just wanted to say, well...I'm grateful that you gave me a chance to help. No one else would've done that, not even your brother, as saintly as he is."

"I'm sure he would've," He answered, barely realizing that his journal was still open and had she wanted, she could easily read what he had just written. So, as casually and quickly as he could without panicking, Jimmy shut his book with a snap.

Skye's smile returned," Some important secrets in there?"

"N-no, I mean...Well...Yes, I guess."

"Sort of secrets that would kill you if anyone else found out?" She inquired, liking how she could make his cheeks pink at her comments.

"W-well...Yes. Yes, it would kill me if anyone found these out," Jimmy answered. "But everyone has those sort of secrets."

Skye looked his face over from the tip of his coal spikes to his sleek jaw," I suppose they do."

Jimmy peered over," Do you?"

Skye continued to stare, calculating his emerald eyes and what they held. She needed to do this, she just had to. She needed him to know, more than anything she'd needed in her life. Skye ached for Jimmy to know the truth," As a matter of fact...I do."

"Care to divulge?"

Skye glanced down at her hand, grimacing at first at how pale they looked compared to Jimmy's lively tanned ones. Everything about him was alive and thrilling, whereas she was just dead things. Dead things and dark shadows. She needed his life, his vivacity, his warmth. Before she could stop herself, Skye mumbled," Ok."

Jimmy blinked, his smile faltering. He hadn't expected her to give in so easily," O-oh...Well, all right then. Tell me, and I promise I won't tell another living soul."

Skye knew she could back out now, but so much of her wanted this," Jimmy...Do you believe that a last name means so much more than a simple form of identification?"

"Well, sure. Its part of who we are."

Skye had to smile, she knew he'd understand. "Do you also believe that some of us are controlled by our names? That just by the name itself, our fate is sealed?"

Jimmy frowned," Of course not. We decide our own fate, not our names."

"So, you truly believe that a person can hold an evil name, but not be doomed to a damned life?"

"Yeah."

Skye took a deep breath. This was it. Just say it and get it over with, she told herself. If anything else, at least you told him. "Jimmy, I..."

The brunette tilted his head a little, eyeing her hesitation," Its ok, tell me."

"I never told you my last name, did I?"

"Uh...No, I suppose not. Why? What is it?"

Skye looked over and locked her gaze on his. Her heart ached seeing him look so concerned. What if he never looks at me this way again? What if I never hold his gaze longer than a second after this? Could I bear to live each day knowing Jimmy Potter would never train his entrancing green eyes on me again? Could I really do that?

Jimmy frowned more, practically hearing the wheels in her head working overtime. Gently, he laid his hand upon hers," You don't HAVE to tell me, yanno. You can keep it to yourself if you want-"

"No! I want you to know. I NEED for you to know," She blurted, her crimson eyes flashing panic.

Jimmy, though taken aback by such a forceful answer, nodded. "Then tell me...I promise it won't change a thing between us."

"But that's what I fear most of all," She said miserably." I'm scared that...that you'll never want to look at me again.."

"That's ridiculous. I'm sure whatever it is, isn't as bad as you think it is," Jimmy tried to comfort, giving her hand a tender squeeze. At her further apprehension, Jimmy added," I know you were in ties with Voldemort, but its ok now. It doesn't matter what mistakes you've made in the past, all that matters now is what you intend to do to prevent doing them again in your future."

Skye gazed bleary-eyed at him, daring to believe," J-Jimmy..."

He gave her a meek smile, urging her on.

Skye licked her lips, feeling as if her heart were about to leap from her chest. Taking a firm grip on his hand, determined to not allow him to let go, she inhaled slow and silent," Jimmy..."

"Yes?"

"My name is Skye Riddle..."

Jimmy blinked. Something about that word..."Did you say Riddle?"

"Yes," She answered simply. Half way there. Gulping down a foreboding lump in her throat, she couldn't help but pause to examine his eyes.

Jimmy felt his thoughts whizzing around frantically. Riddle? Riddle...OH! As in Cienna's 'Riddle'? Could Skye have been the answer all along?

Skye watched as his eyes gave a puzzled look, and she considered letting him continue to believe that that was it. But she knew she couldn't. She couldn't lie to Jimmy like that," That was the name my father had before..."

Jimmy frowned, losin ghis train of thought," Before what?"

"Before the darkness engulfed him and he became...Voldemort."

Jimmy felt as if he was sucker punched. Air left his lungs as his mind whirled in aimless circles," W-what...?"

Skye's eyes welled as she determinedly pressed on, trying to keep her hold on his hand," Jimmy...Voldemort is my father."

Minutes passed by, he knew it. But he just couldn't bring himself to opening his eyes. He hoped above all hopes that it was just a dream. Some horrible, engrossing nightmare. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. Skye sat inches from him, tears spilling down her pallid cheeks.

It was true. It was all true. Jimmy felt his heart collapsing as he thought bitterly , Well now I know where I've seen her eyes before.

"Please...Say something," She whimpered.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to clear it of all the thoughts battling in his mind. But only one mattered. It was the only one that came clearer than the others. It was almost ridiculous how long it took him to see it. Slowly, Jimmy took Skye in his arms and held onto her tightly. Skye clutched at the back of his robes, sobbing hysterically into his shoulder.

He wound his hand up her back and into her raven hair. It felt as smooth and sleek as he had imagined. Gently, he pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes shone brighter than they ever had before as she waited, expecting to be pushed away.

But Jimmy couldn't do it. For the life of him, he couldn't push her away. Suddenly, he found himself leaning forward. He knew it was wrong, so incredibly wrong. What would Harry think? What would The Order do to him? To them?

He didn't care, he finally realized. He honestly didn't care what anyone thought or did. He knew what he was feeling and no one could change that.

Jimmy closed the distance between their lips and electricity ensued. Skye sighed into his mouth as he deepened it and allowed herself to be pulled closer. Their kiss stopped time and problems didn't matter anymore. All there was, was Jimmy Potter and Skye Riddle.

They kissed well into the evening.