So come on with the darkness
Come on with the fear
Cause I've got to start somewhere
And it might as well be here
When I'm finally naked and standing in the sunlight
I'll look back at all of this selfishness and foolish pride
And laugh at myself

September 12th 10AM Monday

"No," I mumbled hoarsely as I backed away from the woman in the rocking chair. "It can't be…there's no way…"

"It is," Abra said. I stalked toward her and grabbed her roughly. Her long black hair covered my hands as I stared into her bright emerald eyes.

"This can't be possible," I stated angrily, "If he is my brother then where is he? Why didn't my father tell me about him?"

She pulled away from my grasp quickly and turned away from me. The room melted away around us and we were left standing in a small bedroom. I looked around and recognized the room as Harry's bedroom at the Dursley's.

"Your father has been fighting with me to keep your brother a secret," Abra explained as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the dirty mattress. "The memory I just showed you is the only one he has allowed me to see. I have a feeling that your brother is dead and Harry feels responsible for some reason."

"It is his feelings of shame that keep the memories locked away from me," she explained sadly. I sat down next to Abra and stared down at my feet.

"But if my brother's name was Thomas Gautier Riddle," I said slowly as a frightening thought made its way into my mind, "and he was born while my father was still in England then why would his last name be Riddle? My father didn't change his name until he came to America." I looked up at her as she thought about my question.

"Your father did change his name when he went to America but when he married your mother he took her last name," she explained and my eyes widened in surprise. "Jenny," she continued as she took both of my hands in her own, "your mother's maiden name was Oriel Elita Riddle. That is why her son, your brother, was named Thomas Gautier Riddle."

"But that would mean…?" my voice trailed off into a whisper as Abra nodded her head slowly.

"Your grandfather was Tom Marvolo Riddle," she replied as I pulled away from her.

Abra studied my reaction closely as this new information began to soak in. I am Tom Riddle's granddaughter. I am Voldemort's granddaughter. This meant that I share blood with not only the savior of the wizarding world but also with the darkest, most evil wizard in history.

"No…" I stammered as I ran for the door of the bedroom.

"Jenny, you can't run away from this," Abra called out behind me. I ignored her and attempted to open the door. It was locked.

"Let me out!" I yelled as I pounded at the door. "Please let me out!" I continued to pound on the door until my fists began to bleed and I crumpled to the floor.

"You are the heir of two founders," Abra explained and I clamped my hands over my ears tightly in an attempt to block her words, "The blood of Slytherin and Gryffindor runs through your veins which creates quite a volatile combination."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I slowly dropped my hands.

"Godric Gryffindor was brave and foolhardy but extremely powerful," she explained, "Salazar Slytherin was not quite as powerful but he was extremely sly and cunning. I recognized you when you first walked into the castle but now that you are here with me I can see that you have changed since your first visit." She gave me a meaningful look and all I could do was nod in reply.

The room faded away around us and I wondered just how many times the scenery was going to change. I was beginning to feel quite nauseous. The place that appeared around Abra and myself was easily recognizable. It was the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts and it was completely empty, except for one lone figure flying high above us.

"Who is that?" I asked nervously as I followed the rider's progress as he dove and looped through the air, all thoughts of my ancestry forgotten for the moment.

Abra gave me an amused look before snapping her fingers twice. Instantly a broomstick materialized out of nowhere and hovered at my side. At the front of the broom the word 'Firebolt' was written in gold letters.

"This looks like my father's broom," I stated as I gripped the broom's handle and mounted it carefully.

"It is," Abra replied with a grin, "although he hasn't received it yet. Go and speak with him and you will understand."

I gave her one last puzzled look before pushing off from the ground and floating up into the air. I couldn't help but smile as the wind rushed by me and I closed in on the lonely figure flying in front of me. He stopped in mid-air and turned to look at me which made me stop so abruptly I thought I would fall off my broom.

"You okay?" he asked with a smile and I nodded dumbly. "I didn't think anyone else was out here," he stated as he flew down next to me.

"Why don't I get the practice snitch out and we can play a seeker's game?" I nodded dumbly once again and watched the green eyed boy with messy hair fly down to a little wooden shed at one end of the field.

"Dad," I whispered softly as an eleven-year old version of my father flew back towards me on his Nimbus 2000 broomstick.

The game didn't last very long. I tried my hardest to keep up with my father but even on the Firebolt I couldn't catch him as he zoomed over the field, making sharp turns and death-defying dives. After a few minutes he whooped loudly and held the struggling, golden ball up above his head.

"You did very well," he stated as he hovered next to me, "It was a good game."

"I was awful," I replied with a snort, "and you were amazing."

"Well I am the new Seeker for Gryffindor," he stated proudly.

"I know," I said with a grin, "I hear you're the youngest seeker in a century."

He laughed merrily as he flew back toward the shed to return the practice snitch. I followed along behind him and dropped to the ground outside the small building. He walked out a moment later and headed toward the castle.

"Do you like it here at Hogwarts?" I asked hesitantly as I walked along beside him.

"I love it here," he replied happily, "Hogwarts is my home and all my friends are here."

"Do you have a lot of friends?"

"More then I've ever had in my life," he stated with a nod of his head, "There's Hagrid, he was my first friend and Ron and Hermione. And I get along pretty well with the rest of the Gryffindors. What house are you in?" My steps faltered for a moment at his question.

"I'm not a student," I replied hastily, "I'm just visiting." Harry nodded in understanding as we approached the castle. "My name's Jenny by the way."

"Harry," he stated as he motioned toward himself, "and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"It's been a pleasure meeting you as well," I replied, "and it was a pleasure watching you trounce me at Quidditch too." His eyes twinkled brightly as he laughed at my comment. The sound was infectious and soon I was laughing just as loudly.

"Maybe you'll be a professional someday," I stated and I knew instantly that I had said the wrong thing.

Harry stopped and turned away from me quickly. The sky suddenly filled with dark clouds and thunder rumbled overhead.

"I think I should get going," the green eyed boy said in a low tone. Without warning he took off toward the castle.

"Hey!" I called out after him, "Wait up!" I rushed to follow him but as he ascended the steps to the castle he began to disappear. A moment later he was gone. "What the hell?" I exclaimed loudly.

"He has gone on to other memories," Abra stated as she appeared next to me.

"Will he come back?" I asked as I stared at the space my father had occupied only seconds before.

"Yes," she replied with a nod, "When he is ready he will return to the world of the living. For now he is resting peacefully in his memories."

"How long will it take before he wakes up?"

"He needs time," she explained, "His journey back will be a painful one. He needs this time to rest before he will have the energy he needs."

"But how?" I asked in confusion, "How can he come back? What happens when he does?" Abra gave me a pained look.

"He has to work his way back through his memories," she replied sadly, "The memories he has immersed himself in at the moment are all joyful and peaceful but soon he will have to face even those memories that he has kept locked away from himself."

"It will be at least a year before he will leave this place again," she added.

"A year?" I questioned and she nodded in reply. "Is there anything I can do to help him?"

"I'm afraid there is nothing," she stated, "He needs to make this journey on his own. For my sake and your own I ask that you stay at Hogwarts. I can protect you within these walls and there are many in the world who wish you harm."

"I can't," I replied, shaking my head fiercely, "There is no way I'm going to wait around here for a year. I have too many questions that remain unanswered."

"So you wish to leave even though you could wait a year and receive answers to all of your questions from your father?"

"He won't answer my questions," I explained, "He has never answered my questions."

"I see…" Abra said sadly as she walked away from me.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I ran up beside her.

"It is time that you returned," she explained.

I followed her through the forest and down a small gravel road. The dirt underneath our feet soon turned into pavement and soon we were standing outside the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I must warn you," she stated warily, "Tell no one of what you learned while you have been here, unless it is someone you trust with your life. There are many who would fear and hate you if they were to find out whose blood flows through your veins."

"Does anyone besides my father know?" I asked nervously.

"I don't know," she replied, "I can tell you that there isn't a person in the castle who knows. The headmaster suspects that you may be linked with Tom Riddle somehow but he does not know for sure."

"Whatever you do," she warned, "do your best to keep your secrets from the headmaster. His interests lie with the wizarding world and they may not coincide with your own ideals. You are an heir so I will do my best to keep this from him."

"What should I do now?" I asked fearfully, "When I go back everyone's going to be after me." Abra pulled me into a tight hug.

"There is someone who can help you," she whispered softly, "A woman who has faced many of the obstacles that you could be facing very soon. Go to her and she will be able to help you protect yourself from the rest of the world. She can also help you battle the darkness that resides within you."

"The darkness?"

"If you let it overcome you then I fear nothing will be able to bring you back to the light," she replied in a low voice.

"How do I find this woman?" I asked.

"It will be difficult," Abra replied as she pulled away from me, "She keeps herself hidden away from the rest of the world. If you speak to the Dementors they can help you."

"Dementors!" I exclaimed loudly, "Are you serious?"

"Of course," she stated simply, "She is their master so they will be able to help you locate her. You will need to reveal the identity of your grandfather to them but I wouldn't be too worried about that."

"Who is this woman?"

"She was a student here," Abra explained, "If I remember correctly she was a year behind Harry. In her sixth year her father, the last of her family, was killed by Voldemort. The ministry began a search for living relatives and it was revealed that she was the last of the Grindewald line." Abra paused and thought for a moment.

"Luna Lovegood," she added, "that was her name. But as I said before, you will need to find the Dementors first."

"How can I possibly find and talk to Dementors?" I snapped in frustration.

"Dementors are much like the dead," she explained, "so you will need the help of a Necromancer. Harry had a Necromancer in his service when the Brotherhood was first formed but he has been dead for years."

"There is another," she stated ominously, "He resides within my very walls but he has not practiced his craft since Voldemort's first rise. A Necromancer cannot be named as such by anyone but their master so I am not able to tell you his name."

"It's Severus isn't it?" My question was met with silence and I took that as a yes. Abra cocked her head to the side and her eyes widened in fright.

"You must go now!" she exclaimed a she pushed me toward the door in front of me. "I fear that one of your allies has fallen!"