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hermionegranger's challenge.

Chapter 6

She has come back. I hope that this time I would have found out why I will be staying here. Her hair shines in the sun while she fixes the beds near me again. I think it's time for me to show her I am awake.

"Jessica." She is startled of course so she jumps a little.

"Oh! Hello Harry. How are you doing?" I consider being sarcastic, but I feel I will need her help in the near future. I put on my best fake smile. "I am doing fine."

Ha. What a lie. Right now I feel like a cancelled show. She turns and smiles at me. "That's good to hear." Hoping to find out any information I go straight to the question.

"So… I was wondering why I had to stay here. You know anything?" Jessica settled down onto a chair. She smiled up at me and began to speak. "Actually, yes. Your aunt and uncle have decided that you should stay here until your school starts. If you have problems with that, tell me now."

I felt elated. That was just such good news. "No problem at all Jess."  I would of course find something to do here… but for the time remains I'll just kick back and laze around.

The Dursley's came again and Vernon still hasn't come. As soon as Aunt Petunia left to the bathroom Dudley came to my side. Until now he hasn't spoken at all. He let Aunt Petunia do all the care talk, which I sure don't know what to make of. It is still obvious that they still hate me, why they keep up this charade I don't know.

Dudley wants to keep a steady in-between silence to have suspense. He wants me say something, well I won't. I was so busy with my thoughts that I jumped when I heard him talking. "YOUR DISGUSTING! Why would anyone try to help you? We're only nice to you because we don't want you coming back to kill us. We thought that starving you was the last straw; don't think that we actually like you. Why can't you die? It would make everything so better, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?!"

I sat there staring at him. I wanted to cry, hell I wished I could. But I won't, I never can. People cry when they've lost all. They cry when they realize they are weak. They cry when they break.

Once they left I sat there with my head buried in my arms. I didn't cry though. Dudley didn't say another word through out the rest of the time they spent here. He knew he made the damage. My dignity will keep me in check. I refused to cry at any time. I am not weak.

Harry fell asleep as a shadow crept in the room. Lucius came into the room after frantically waiting for the nurse to leave. He knew he'd be killed if he didn't have the results. He did the spell quickly and left as soon as he could. He still had to torture the muggle at home. He apparated out.

HE is waiting. I quickly hand it and bow out of the room. I see that disgusting rat groveling at his feet. I'm disgusted of him and his way of failure. I am sure he will not last and that he will be disgracing himself over and over again. Peter Pettigrew is nothing.

(Try something new. Pettigrew's POV)

I see Lucius come in. I know he thinks I am weak. Even so, who is at the top? He isn't. I am the one who found and help resurrect master. I am the favored.

He hands master the look-alike muggle test tube. I had found something interesting in an ancient spell book. Lily trusted me enough to tell me a spell and say to perform it on Harry at anywhere near his 15th birthday. I researched all information on it and it was to determine someone's true birth. It was a two-part spell.

The first to perform it on the child, the second to perform on the supposed father or maybe father. In this case Harry is the child, James the supposed father, and I had, for some reason, thought of the possibility of master being the maybe father. We cannot use both possible fathers, only one. Since James is dead, master will be the one used. If we had use James and he was not the father, a piece of paper would appear and the name of the father would be written on the paper. The same goes with master.

It is with such luck master had forgotten Latin or else I'd have been killed. As Lucius leaves our eyes catch and we glare at each other. When he has left and I came to my master's side. I get ready to do the second part. "Germanus Patrim!"

A test tube appears and blood fills it to the brim. Soon hair that filled master's head long ago drops into it then is plugged with a cork. I grabbed it and the one with Harry's, put both into an empty cauldron. Time had to be precise.

An explosion and then smoke. As the smoke cleared the blood and hair appeared again I remembered that if it drains then he is the father, if all remains he is not the father and the paper would appear. And the whole thing drains out and I could feel my eyes grow wide. My master is Harry Potter's, or may I say Harry Riddle's, father.

I choke up and look towards master. He is waiting patiently to find out what this is all about. I try to speak, but I can't. He looks curiously at me. What am I going to say? I dearly wished that Lily didn't do this to me. "Master there is something I need to tell you. The spell was to…"

A/n: I'm not doing too much cliffhangers, am I? Anyway been busy so I couldn't post much.

And 'Germanus Patrim' is suppose to mean True(genuine) father.

Thanks to my reviewers:

hermionegranger: Thank you!

Draconic Ragnorock: Your Welcome! And thank you, I'll try to make it longer.

Prophetess Of Hearts: Yes. And the true effect may not be until next chapter *cackles*.

Nagini: Sadly, yes I am 11 years old. Though I am turning 12 this December. J  Errr… yeah thanks. Thanks on the Latin.  Is the Germanus Patrim right? Thanks.

Wellingtonboots: Here is what happens. J

PracticalPrincess: Thank You!

I'm going to work on next chapter now. Please review*puppy eyes*.

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