A/N: Alright so this chapter is all about Dezi! :) It's her story and the start of the plot :) well kind of. I'm so glad I was able to make things flow right! Hope you all enjoy!

Also thank you to XxxxDark WiddowxxxX for alerting me and this story! :) And I am soo sorry guys, but... next chapter will be sad and very depressing... and then i'll leave you guys until the HP premiere! Because i'm awesomely mean like that :) Don't worry i'll write more and more chapters and i'll start getting more and more regular with my updating from now on :) review with whether you like bi weekly or weekly?

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Chapter Twelve

Desdemona Arcadia What?

Hermione walked up to her room. She sat down and thought about how things were before she had gotten captured. She missed the running around. She missed when it was just her, Ron and Harry. She missed being able to talk to her spies and figure out things about the Dark Lord. Then she thought about the spy that talked to Harry a little bit before the attack. The spy had said something about someone who could destroy everything. Someone who would be technically a weakness to Voldemort. And that there had been a woman.

Hermione thought about it all. Something had really bothered Harry that night. He still hadn't told Hermione everything. Hermione thought about all Harry had told them, and realized. Dezi. Dezi was the person that could bring down Voldemort. Whatever she knew would destroy his reign completely and he would be defeated. But what did she know? What could possibly be so devastating that it could bring down Voldemort himself?

Hermione made her way to Dezi's room, wondering if Dezi would finally tell her.

"Hey, Dezi. I was just thinking of all that had happened before me and my friends attacked this house, and I couldn't help but remember that someone had said there was someone who could bring down the Dark Lord. I remember you talking about how the Dark Lord would kill any who knew of your existence. I was wondering if you could possibly tell me what you meant?"

Dezi looked at Hermione for a few seconds, then turned away and looked out her window. She seemed to be off in a distant place, trying to remember a face she hadn't seen in a very long time. Her dark black hair was rustled by the wind and it was like something refreshed her memory.

Outside the sun was setting and you could see rolling hills of green and a lake off in the distance. A sweet breeze rolled over the land, making the lake shimmer and move ever so slightly. The setting sun cast everything in an orangish hue and the clouds became a beautiful pink color.

It was gorgeous outside, and Dezi stood there, thinking of all that had happened in her life. She was trying to figure out a place to start. She just reminisced on all that had happened and the life she had had. Where would she start to tell Hermione who she really was? Would she start with many years before she was born? Or would she work her way backwards?

"This story starts many years ago. But what I need you to do, is imagine the Dark Lord as he was, before he became who he is now. Imagine him as the human being from that diary in your second year. Can you imagine him?" Dezi said, still staring out at the land before her.

Hermione imagined the man Harry had described to her. Black hair and startling blue eyes. A tall figure, pale complexion, and his fair share of muscles. Now that Hermione thought about it, he sounded a lot like Harry in that description. Hermione nodded, seeing the man she thought as Voldemort.

"You see his black hair? His blue eyes? His cold demeanor? That man that you see is not all you thought he was. He was troubled from the moment he started school. He wanted to be different than everyone else. He wanted to prove that he was not like everyone else, that he stood out. And in some ways he did. Everyone thinks he blames Muggles for being weak, for being less than he and the rest of the wizards. But, that's not true. He hates Muggles because of a broken heart." Dezi said still looking out the window. She turned away and closed the window and shut the curtains. It was getting dark, and the breeze that had been sweet and slightly cooling moments before was now cold and bitter.

"Tom used to love a woman. He had been so in love with her, he wanted to spend all the time he could with her. He had graduated only a few years ahead of her. But he heard praises of her from multiple teachers and had seen her round school. There was no denying it, Tom was in love with this girl. But so was nearly every other guy. But he chased her nonetheless. After a few years, he got her. And she was his. But she had already married another, and couldn't leave him."

"So she had Tom started an affair. Before she knew it, she was pregnant. She was going to have twins. Shortly before giving birth, she informed Tom that it was over. That she couldn't continue to see him. She said that she didn't know who the father of her children was, but she was sure that it was her husband. Tom became mad with grief and eventually adopted the ideas he now fully believes in. When she gave birth, she was told that her children had been part of a prophecy and that they were in danger, that Tom was going to kill them."

"This woman had a very trusted friend. You know him, Severus Snape. He took one of her children, and hid them. The other, stayed with his parents. But Severus did something he was sure would keep the woman, her husband, and her child safe. He made sure there was another family that the Prophecy applied to. In Severus' mind, it was a family that would better suit Tom's ideals. But, it was to no avail. The woman and her husband were killed, and their son became the most famous wizard of our time. Harry Potter."

At this Hermione nearly stumbled back in surprise. What could this mean? Harry had a twin? Harry was the son of Voldemort? Hermione didn't know what to think. How could all of this have happened? Things used to be so clear! Like there was no if, ands, or, buts about it. Now everything was different. But it all made sense. It all seemed to make much more sense.

Before there had been no certain reason why the Dark Lord would go after a half blood instead of a pureblood. If he really had his ideals, he wouldn't have thought the Half blood a problem, he would have ignored him and laughed at the thought of it. But no, it was because he loved Lily and she broke his heart that he went after the Potters. That explained everything.

"And while Severus hid the other child, he knew that James Potter was not the father to either of the children. For while they acted like him in some way, they were more like Lily and Tom than anyone else even knew. Severus named me Desdemona Arcadia Miles. Arcadia Miles was his grandmother and he loves the play Othello. And Desdemona was killed because of a lie, and he thought it poetry that Lily had died because of a lie. She had known that Tom was mine and Harry's father. And yet she had lied because she didn't know what people would say."

"So there it is, I am really Desdemona Arcadia Potter Riddle. And your best friend his really Harry James Potter Riddle. Hermione I implore you to be careful. In these times, no one is as they seem."

Hermione nodded and left Dezi's room. The moment the Dark Lord was gone, she was going to have to put the two in a room and get them to talk. They had quite a bit of catching up to do.

As she walked back to her room, she realized she still had her Aria looks on. She was perfectly fine with those looks, and actually felt like keeping them on for awhile. She sat down on her bed and started thinking about things.

So there were technically three people who could destroy the Dark Lord. Two of which had his blood running through their veins. But the Dark Lord was only aware of one of them. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if the Malfoy's knew of this. Was it possible that Snape and the Malfoy's had had the key to destroying Voldemort all along?

There was just so many factors and variables in all of this that Hermione gave up. This was going to result in a large explanation from Draco.

Draco. Dezi had said that nothing or no one is as they seem. Did Draco apply to that? Was Draco not what Hermione thought he was? Was there something more to life, to all of this? Hermione sat on the floor of her room and thought. Was she about to make a really big mistake? She needed to talk to Harry and fast.