Here is chapter 2. Any reviews are welcome. Easy on the Flames. Disclaimer: I don't own HP, the character of Chris is property of Ricky.

That was a great day. I had found my first real clue to who and what I am. All of my friends didn't really understand my obsession with finding out about my parents.... and sometimes, I didn't either. It was like it had a mind of its own. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and would be driven to read books and newspapers until morning. When I wasn't in class or getting punished, cause I did you know, I was in the Library. My friends thought I had gone insane. Maybe I did. Only Shadow and Death stayed with me. Finally I could find no more on my own and had to find other sources. I had found out about other relatives I had that were still living. That opened the doors again.

Chris ran along the frozen lake. The snow crunched under his boots and the air in front of his was fog from the cold. It was barely October, but there was already a foot of snow on the ground. The sun had yet to show its face above the tree line, keeping what little heat it provided to itself. Chris was dressed in a grey jogging outfit that was meant for a warmer climate than this one, but he didn't care or notice. There was ice floating in his blood and had lodged in his bones.

His thoughts were focused on a letter that had just arrived from his uncle in England. Chris had debated for several weeks whether or not to contact him. He had been able to determine that there was a very good reason, at least to them, as to why the Ministry sent his here as opposed to this Uncle, who was much closer, by blood. This man, Lucius Malfoy, was married to Narcissa Black Malfoy, who was his mother's younger sister.

Until he reached his majority, Chris needed to be careful not to annoy the Ministry or draw attention to himself, but he had hit too many dead-ends in his search for his past. He needed that information. He needed to know his past, so he could plan his future.

Chris rounded the lake for the tenth time and decided to head over to the Quidditch Pitch. He could either run around the Pitch or find his broom and have a personal practice. It was Saturday morning, the Pitch would be abandoned now, and besides, he only had two classes, both in the evenings.

His thoughts drifted back to the letter.

Dear Christopher,

I must admit I was greatly surprised to hear from you. As I am sure you know by the comments in your letter, the Ministry is wary of me, and your Aunt, communicating with you.

First, let me assure you that I made every effort to gain custody of you, but the opposition exceeded what I had been prepared for. Second, know that your Aunt and I have kept a close eye on your progress and we believe your parents would have been proud of your conduct and academics. Third, as to the information you requested concerning your parents' business partners, it has been sent on a separate paper. It appears blank until you spill several drops of your blood on it. It must be your blood, so this information doesn't fall into inappropriate hands.

I know you will reach your majority before the end of the school year. At that time the Ministry, by law, has to return your inheritance to you. I can advise you legally if they do not comply. Perhaps, over the summer, you could come stay with us. I can secure a place at a school closer to London, if you desire. Draco, my son, has promised to write you as well, now that we know where you are. He is in the same year as you, though you are a year older.

If I can be of further assistance, do not hesitate to write. We are family.

Lucius Malfoy

There was a great deal in that letter to think about and consider. Chris had assumed, for instance, that he would have to make his own fortune. He didn't know that the Ministry had to return what his parents had left him on his seventeenth birthday. And switching schools? A cousin around his age? But the most interesting was the blood-triggered parchment that had come with the letter. It had indeed listed those his parents had worked with, as well as the goals of the Dark Lord.

According to the list, the Headmaster Karkaroff was one of these Death Eaters. Chris wasn't sure why, but that disturbed him. It didn't seem to fit with his experiences with the man. Maybe he should ask the Headmaster?

Yeah right, he thought as he mounted his broom and kicked into the air. No one just asks the Headmaster about his personal life. That will earn you a night in the dungeons.

He released the spelled Quaffles and began to practice. Chris was Keeper and as such had spelled several Quaffles to move like Bludgers did, on their own. They would try to shoot themselves through the goals as many times as possible. Chris liked to practice with four Quaffles at the same time. That way there was usually two balls speeding towards the goals at once. He chuckled as he deflected three balls with a tight and complex maneuver that would have caused almost anyone else to pass out. It was very rare for anyone to get a goal on him, especially since in games there was only one Quaffle to worry about.

Chris decided to wait a while before talking to HIM. Maybe some more research would give him the answers.