you make your own destiny

chapter 1

Harry sat in his room in Number Four Privet Drive

early in the summer after his fifth year at the

school. With a hearty sign, he peeped out the window.

He was in deep thought about what had happened in the

Ministy of Magic.

He missed Sirius. It was his fault he was dead!

He wasn’t getting any letters from either Ron or

Hermione. For some reason their regular

correspondence wasn’t coming through.

He was on his way to bed when he saw the grey owl at the

window. It was now just after midnight. He opened

the window and let it in. Taking the letter off of

its extended leg, he sat down absently on his bed.

To Harry Potter

This letter is a Portkey set to go off in ten minutes.

I need you to meet me. It’s important.

Hermione

Harry was quick to pull a shirt over his head and

waited until the Portkey activated. When he arrived,

he was at a playground. A quick look around and he

saw Hermione sitting on a bench. She had been

weeping.

"Hermione don`t cry. What’s wrong?" Harry asked.

"Oh Harry, I don`t know what to do. My parents just

told me that I am adopted so I went to look for the

records." She blinked back more tears and continued.

"There’s no easy way to say this, Harry, but they said

my birthfather is Tom Riddle. Please don’t be angry."

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"I’m not angry with you, Hermione, but are you sure

those records are correct?"

"In my adoption papers, it said my mother died in the

delivery. I think we know that happened to my

birthfather," she said bitterly.

"We should go talk to Dumbledore. He might be able to

help," Harry ased

"Ii did go there but he had a meeting with the

Weasleys. Harry, they are scared of me! They think I

could turn evil, just like him! For all I know, they

will throw me into Azkaban."

Harry was silent, unsure of what to say to calm her.

Neither of them had noticed the three men that had

followed Harry. A flash of red eyes and they too were

gone.