Andrews – Jake Andrews, Sir
Harry sighed. Jake deserved more then he had. And Harry knew it. But Harry couldn't prove that his step dad was as bad as he was. Jake wasn't hurt physically. But wounds like that could run deep, as Harry knew full well.
Harry knew that Jake knew the answer to the question he had asked in class. The one about what Harry had wanted most. But he also knew that Jake didn't want everyone to know, which was understandable. His life wasn't fun, and having everyone know about his home life would make him even more of an outcast then he already seemed to be in the first few days of school.
Harry's gaze worked its way over and onto the set of pictures he had from his Hogwarts days. His favorite one was of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione and himself.
His heart hit a pang for his two best friends. Ron was hit with most of the curse, and died very soon afterwards, as Hermione held his hand. She had been hit as well, but the curse was killing her much slower. They got her to St. Mungo's as fast as they could, but they couldn't save her.
Hermione had been found carrying a son, an eight month son at the time. Harry didn't know if Ron had known or not. The healers at St. Mungo's had miraculously saved the child.
Molly still sent him pictures of Ronald Bilius Weasley Jr. – Hermione had named him herself, and proclaimed Harry to be God father before she died.
Harry smiled at the picture of the five year old red haired, brown eyed child whose picture was next to his young parent's picture and his parents best friends.
Molly had told Harry five years ago it had been Hermione's wish that if both she and Ron died, Harry was to raise their son. Harry couldn't do it. Couldn't bring him self to raise his best friends son, but made sure the boy was often spoiled by his "Uncle Harry," who visited him every weekend and was the father figure in the boy's life, even if he lived with his grandparents.
His eyes moved to Ginny's picture. Five years without seeing her, three without hearing from her. Hedwig had found her, he was positive when he had sent the last letter six months ago, but Ginny hadn't written back.
He got up from behind his desk, and looked at the picture closer. He fully admitted that she was beautiful, and he know he loved her, but yet, also knew that she deserved more, a better life, with a better man.
He had let her go that night. July thirty first. The night of the final battle, when he lost his best friends and gained a god child, the night he killed Lord Voldemort. She had quietly snuck away, and had later send him a letter saying that she was magic less, and that since he didn't love her as she did him, that she was going to stay in the Muggle world, and fake her death in the Wizarding World.
To this day, Molly Arthur and the rest of the Weasley's thought that they thought they had lost three family members in the final war. (Hermione included) Only Harry knew they had only lost two. He only hoped that if he gave Ginny space, and time, she would reconnect to the world.
He set the picture back, and took the one of his parents and himself down. His father grinned looking down at his one year old son, Lily was smiling at the camera. Harry blinked as Jake's face came into his head.
Jake was Dudley's step child.
He knew that. But as he studied the picture in his hand and the image in his mind, one question came to mind.
Why did Jake Andrews look so similar to James and Harry Potter?
It was time to find out who Dudley's wife really was. How Jake connected to Harry Potter was beyond him, unless…. No. He refused to believe it.
It wasn't Ginny.
He mentally counted the years. Oh. Jake would be six. But then how come the boy did look so much like himself, and his father?
But he was sure. It wasn't his son. It wasn't possible, so who was Jake? He wasn't Dudley's son, so who was the witch that was there, that was acting as a muggle?
Ginny Weasley, now renamed Amanda Linth Andrews, sighed. After five years in the muggle world, she still hadn't gotten use to all of the technology that they had. Like the stove. No matter what she did, she didn't be able to cook a good meal on the stove. This wouldn't have been a problem, five years ago, as she simply would cook by using magic.
Alas, she couldn't because of that damn spell that had hit her that night.
She just wished she could, so she didn't feel so guilty about Justin coming home drunk ever since he had found out she was a witch. Or "freak" as he put it.
If she could make a good meal, be a better wife, maybe he wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he wouldn't come home almost every single night, drunk and demanding.
At least Jake was gone. He didn't have to see the fights or struggles all year.
She looked up to see an owl at the window. She jumped up and took the letter from…. Hedwig? She peered at the owl, and decided, it was indeed Hedwig. But what did Harry want, and why did the letter Hedwig had have to the wife of Justin Andrews on it? How did Harry know Justin? And what…..
What did he want with the wife of Justin Andrews?
She tore the letter open.
A few days into the term, Jake found himself in the library, trying to find everything he could on Harry Potter. It wasn't very hard. He was in a lot of books, along with Weasley's and Hermione Granger, and a lot of other people.
"Is this seat taken, may I sit here?" Jake looked up to find a Ravenclaw first year standing front of him.
"Sure"
The girl smiled and relief and sat down. If he had said no, she would have to ask an older student if she could sit with them. The library was unusually full for the first week of school. And it didn't seem like much homework was going on, but a lot of whispered chats. She supposed that everyone was still getting over Harry Potter's great lesson. As far as she had heard, he had taught all of his first lessons very similarly.
Jake was half working on a Transfiguration essay, and half thinking about his mom at home. He wished she could remember exactly what she had said about him. It might have been a fight with his step dad even. He couldn't remember, but he was positive he had heard someone at home say it before.
"You're name is Jake Andrews, right?"
He looked up to find the girl looking at him.
"Yeah"
"Muggleborn?"
"I'm not sure, actually"
The girl feel silent, and Jake asked, "You're in defense Against the Dart Arts with me right?"
"Yes, Amy Hunter. I'm half and half."
Jake nodded. "I really don't understand what the deal with that all."
"I'm not sure either. My family doesn't much care who is a pureblood, muggleborn, or half and half. But a lot of Slytherin purebloods think they're better because they have pureblood."
James looked over at one of the tables with older students that had Slytherin seated at it. They didn't look too bad, but if it was one thing he had learned with Luke, was that you never could know about some people.
And Amy's question to their Professor was still itching at him to know more about what had happened there at his Aunt and Uncle.
"Listen," Jake said, "Can you tell me about, the people who locked Harry Potter in the cupboard under the stairs because of his magic?"
"I don't know much about it, at least not anymore then anyone else, but I'll tell you what I know. He grew up with the Dursley's. They were his muggleborn mum's sisters family, since his parents died, as he told you. But they hated magic. The story goes that they starved him, and locked him in the cupboard when something strange happened, like once he was going to get beat up by his cousin Dudley, and he was found on the roof of his muggle school."
"Like I stopped the bullies from coming at me and Luke," Jake murmured, "and mum found us"
Amy went on. "His aunt and uncle were killed a month before the final battle – the one with Professor Potter and He –Who – Must – Not – Be - Named. It is rumored that Dudley is still around, in the muggle world, and that he changed names to he wasn't bugged when Professor Potter left for five years. He hates magic, and refuses to speak to Harry though."
Jake nodded, but continued thinking, about everything he had learned about Harry Potter, and he thought about his mum and step dad.
Justin had gotten rather nasty when Jake had done something strange in the house by accident. Then, recently, an owl had come with a letter, and he'd started drinking. He had screamed that Jake's mum's freakish people had killed his parents. Why did it sound similar to Amy's story?
Harry Potter. Where had he gone for five years? Accidental magic. Mum. Why was everything adding up to his family?
And then he thought something he hadn't in a long time. Who were his real parents? Had they been wizards and witches too?
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