Hey everyone,
These next two previews are part of the newest poll on my account page. I shared this idea with a friend of mine – Scififan33 – and we were both a little at odds on whether or not to turn this idea into a story of itself or implement it into Darkened Light.
So I decided to write a preview for both and let you guys decide. However, you will need to have read Darkened Light to understand this one, at least for a bit. Also, like the previous one, this one takes place somewhat further down the story.
And with somewhat further, I mean after they read the second book. I know I only just finished the Fourth, but just go with it. I don't think, if this preview is chosen, that too much will alter from what I write down here, so this shouldn't be too confusing.
Okay, let's do this,

Venquine1990

Preview #28
Who is Jeremy Peterson?

4th of July 1995
Flitwick's office, Hogwarts
Elrond Kamen's POV

"Greetings, Mr. Peterson. Please have a seat. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to bore you with information you already know. Protocol and all that. You know what I mean, right? I'd get in mayor trouble with my superiors if I skip this. No matter how badly I want to."

I'm really not just saying this to reassure and explain my job to the young first year Ravenclaw boy, who has short but wavy auburn red hair and very nice hazel brown eyes. I'm also saying it to keep myself attentive and entertained by changing the wording every few times, with every couple of students.
And thanks to this, I can't help but compare the young man in front of me to Lily Potter, who I knew growing up as I was in Ravenclaw a year above her and was her mentor in a few of her classes for her first two years at Hogwarts.

The young man grins at me and tells me that he loves hearing information he already knows as he sometimes discovers something he doesn't know yet in the stuff he does.
I happily compliment the boy on this mindset and offer to him to discuss this mindset further once this whole check-up of the school is done. Jeremy Peterson nods and I start my well-practiced speech:

"Alright, as you know, Lockhart was discovered to have Obliviated at least a dozen witches and wizards and the teachers fear that he might have done the same to the students.
And while you are two years too young to have been at Hogwarts at this time, the discovery of Crouch-Moody and his admission in one of the chapters of Potter's fourth book has your Professors worry for your health, both mental and physical."

Mr. Peterson nods and tells me that he has already seen Madam Pomfrey and that he got a clean bill of health. "I really just need to eat a bit more vegetables for the next few days. Other than that, Madam Pomfrey was very impressed with my health."
I grin at this as people from the other Houses often assume the Ravenclaws to be weakly bodied due to how much time we always spent in either the library or our own Common room. What they don't know is that we have a room underneath our common room that is used for physical training and practice, often under the supervision of the Prefects.

I happily ask him how often he makes use of the training facility and he answers that he runs on the treadmill for about half an hour every day. Instantly I feel deeply impressed with the boy.

"Alright, onto what needs to be done. I am going to run a scan over your form and check you for spells. I know that Madam Pomfrey checked you for health issues, but, as you can probably guess, I will have to check for potion and/or poison effects as well."
And while I don't say it, I silently wonder if the boy's resemblance to my History of Magic student might be due to someone's spellwork. Then the boy brings up something I hadn't even thought of and I doubt others had either:

"You know, it's not just Lockhart and Crouch who might have been hurting us. I know that Dumbledore was mostly focused on Potter, but he might have manipulated other students in order to get better and/or more direct access to Potter.
After all, the less he has to worry about the other students, the more he can focus on whatever he had planned for Potter. Though to be honest, I don't really care for his plans – or most of these books, really. I'm mostly just reading along, because it involves Hogwarts."

The boy's words really impress me, yet his latter admission also concerns me. "You – don't care for what has happened to Harry? You don't care that he almost lost his magic in his First or that he almost died of Basilisk poison in his second?"
The boy cringes and grimaces and says: "Well, it's more like this. I definitely wouldn't wish what happened to Potter on anyone and I am very glad that he survived and saved our school and all. I just – I think I would have been more interested in the whole thing if it was about someone else. You know, like Granger, or Cho or even Lovegood or someone. Anyone, just not – Potter."

I know that the books have really been emphasizing on young Harry's desire to just be accepted as another person and student. And while the young man in front of me is basically telling me that he is doing this, something feels wrong.

And then I spot it.

As the boy speaks, his hazel brown eyes dull down to chocolate brown instead. And the change is colour is obviously caused by magic.

Instantly my whole body is tense and I pull my wand from my pocket as I carefully tell him: "Mr. Peterson, you are not going to want to believe me, but … your apathy for Mr. Potter and his plight is not your own. Your belief is affected by some kind of an enchantment."
The boy's eyes are wide and the chocolate brown has returned to their former hazel brown as he stares at me. He asks me how this is possible and I ask him how long he has felt like this. The boy shrugs and says:

"Ever since I got my books, really."

And instantly the boy's eyes widen and he goes on: "Wait a second! I didn't get my books the usual way. Head – Dumbledore sent them to me! Why would he do that? I wondered about it at the time, but then Hogwarts' wonders just – well, you know?"
I nod at him, while my concern for the boy reaches a new height and I ask him what he can tell me about himself and his family. The boy sighs and says:

"Well, I'm two weeks away from my 12th birthday. My parents are named James Charlus and Lily Rose Peterson, though my dad died when I was 4 years old. He got killed by a burglar that thought he was raiding an empty house and panicked when he saw there were still residents.
To be honest, I still don't get how mum and I survived that, the Burglar should have found us, but somehow he didn't. When I discovered about magic, I thought it might have been Accidental Magic. Though at the same time it kind of makes me hate magic as I wish it had saved my dad as well as my mum and me that one Halloween night.
And as far as I know, both my parents were Muggles, I was the first magical kid in the family, but not their firstborn. Though mum lost her firstborn to a miscarriage in 1980, because she and my dad spent the better part of their own youth trying to escape the terrorist. You know, that monster Harry fought and that Bill killed."

The story certainly sounds legitimate and thankfully I don't sense or detect any magic at work while the boy speaks. Yet at the same time the instincts that made me chose my profession as a Curse Breaker are on high alert.
And the facts that the boy looks like Lily Potter's male clone with James Potter's eyes, that his parents have the same first and middle names as the Potters, that the firstborn was lost to a miscarriage in Harry Potter's year of birth and that his parents, while Muggles, were apparently on Voldemort's radar worry me.

I know that I am taking a huge risk here. I know that, if I'm wrong, it will deeply hurt many, including Potter, Black and Lupin. I know that I am really just basing this idea off of my gut and a few feeble hints. I know that there is a high chance that this will fail.

Out of nothing but pure instinct, I pull a picture from my pocket, one of the only remaining physical links I have left that tie me to my late friend and her husband. I show the picture to the young man and ask: "Tell me, Mr. Peterson, does this –?"
But before I can continue, I notice his wide hazel eyes and he hurriedly pulls a picture from his own pocket as he asks: "How – how do you have that?"
And when he puts his picture next to mine, it confirms the suspicions that were brought upon me by my gut, the spellwork on the child in front of me and his story. Because other than the fact that one picture has moving people and the other doesn't

The two wedding pictures
Are perfectly identical.

How is that possible?
Like you lot don't already know. So what do you think? Should this become part of Darkened Light and become a chapter of the story after the whole Great Hall and co has read Chamber of Secrets? Or would you rather have preview #28 and have this be a separate story?
Vote the poll,

Venquine1990