A/N: Good Morning. I think it actually is a good morning because I got to sleep in until 11 today (President's Weekend, so I have five days off counting sat. and sun.). Now, I hope you enjoy this chappy… it's not evil. And for those who are reading my new story: The Right Choice, I'm working on the next chapter. And those who haven't read it yet… please do.

ErikandChristine- She's mean to her brother, because an important part of the plot… you'll see what I mean later on.

Don't forget to review.

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Adriennd was sitting in her History class, trying to listen to Professor Binns. She suddenly got an idea and the Professor stopped droning on and then said in a tired voice, "Macy, you've got a question?"

Adriennd frowned for a moment and then disregarded the ghost. "Can you tell us about the time of Voldemort?"

Professor Binns stared off into space for a moment then snapped back into reality. He thought for a moment and then said, "Very well. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was a very powerful wizard. He lived, roughly, twenty years ago. When he came into power in winter, he killed all who wouldn't side with him. In the fall of the same year, he came upon the one year old Harry Potter. In that one night, all of his powers were gone. Why? Many have only guesses."

"But, Voldemort wasn't gone, was he?" asked Adriennd, who seemed to be the only one interested in the subject. Adrian, next to her, was also alert and his eyes were a mix between worry and suspicion.

Binns shook his head and said, "He returned ten years later. He was no more than a shadow. In order to have some form, he shared a body with a man who later became the DADA teacher here. Harry Potter faced him in his first year and defeated him for the second time. The next year, You-Know-Who reappeared through something else. A means of a diary…"

Adriennd frowned softly. Adrian next to her smirked softly, but didn't say anything.

"This was no ordinary diary. When written in, the ink would absorb through the page and an answer would appear."

No! It can't be, thought Adriennd. Trying not to focus on the notebook someone left for her.

"The memory of the sixteen year old version of the wizard was preserved in that diary that was picked up by an innocent girl in her first year, Ginny Weasley."

A few Hufflepuffs sat up straight, for they knew the Redflowers.

"The power of the diary overtook her and she was taken into the Chamber of Secrets and if Harry Potter didn't come to save her and fight You-Know-Who again, she would have died. Two years later, the wizard returned to his body and he began to gather his strength. A year later, Harry Potter and he came face to face for the fifth time in the Ministry of Magic. With the help of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, You-Know-Who had to retreat his forces. The next year was spent with no news of him. The Dark Lord was planning something and the next year, he sent a spy into Harry Potter's midst; Amaryllis Riddle; his goddaughter."

"But, sir, that can't be right. Amaryllis Riddle was on Dumbledore's side," said Adriennd trying to process all the information and piece it together with the little she already knew.

"Yes, everyone thought so, too. It turned out that she was under the Tous Dominateur. When the time for the time for the final battle came, Harry Potter thought Amaryllis his friend when she changed sides. The numbers were uneven; three against two. The powers were though, in the Dark Lord's favor. In the end, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Amaryllis Riddle, who tried to fight the curse, defeated You-Know-Who for good. Is there anything else, Ms. Malfoy?"

Adriennd shook her head and the Professor excused the class.

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"Desmond!" called Adriennd, going over to her brother several days later. She then told him what she knew. After a few moments of silence, Desmond said, "So mother had to have gone to school with Amaryllis Riddle."

"Father too," added Adriennd.

"The strange thing is this," he began walking to the library. "I decided to look at some old yearbooks. The strange thing is this; our mother wasn't under any house. Watch," he pulled out the yearbook from their parents' year. He first showed Adriennd the Ravenclaw House under M, for Mireille.

Nothing.

Then he went to Hufflepuff.

Nothing.

In Slytherin.

Still nothing for Mireille.

They opened to Gryffindor and Desmond pointed out Amaryllis, but there was no sign of Jacqueline. Adriennd stared at the picture of Amaryllis. The girl's eyes were dull, and under black eye-shadow and heavy layer of mascara. Her face was pale and had sharpness to it and a sense of coldness and arrogance.

"That's some unpleasant Gryffindor," said Desmond, looking at Amy's icy glare.

Adriennd shrugged and said, "It's not possible that mother's not in here. Even father says that she attended Hogwarts in her final year."

"We'll just have to keep looking," sighed Desmond.