Voldemort's Granddaughter

Chapter 4

Adair went though the next couple of weeks in the same way, half in a daze, trying to act as normal as possible. She avoided Harry Potter as much as she could, but she sometimes looked up to find him staring at her, questioningly.

She couldn't blame him. She knew she would have questions too if someone suddenly started acting the way she did toward him. But she was determined to never let him know her secret.

She began reading any and everything she could get her hands on about Voldemort and his rise to power. She even got Madame Pince, the librarian, to let her read books from the Restricted Section, claiming that she was doing a special extra credit paper on You- Know- Who for her History of Magic Class.

She found that there was almost no available information about the young Voldemort. In fact, there was no information at all about his beginnings as Tom Riddle, only rumors and speculations, most of them being ludicrous.

She found a few mentions of Tom Riddle in the school records. On paper, he seemed like an ideal student. He got top marks, he was Prefect and Head Boy, he even got and award for "Special Services to the School," but she could not find out for what. If she hadn't know the truth, she would have guessed that this boy went on to be the Minister of Magic.

She even looked up Ramona and Lavinia, whose last name, she discovered, was Jones, which must have been what Ramona changed is to after she fled. She couldn't find out much more than what the Headmaster had told her. But she stared for hours at those pages, the pages written with the name of her mother and her grandmother, and willed them to reveal something to her, something about their personality or their appearance.

One day, while everyone else was at Hogsmeade, she struck gold. While looking through some old daily prophets from the time period, she saw a small wedding announcement.

"Mr. and Mrs. Edward Pierce are proud to announce the marriage of their son, Winston Pierce, to one Miss Lavinia Jones. The couple met through their work at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Transportation. They plan to settle down in a suburb outside of North London. The wedding took place this July in a small chapel in the bride's hometown."

The article was accompanied by a small, grainy picture of the couple, waving outside of a small house. Adair looked furtively around for any sign of Madam Pince, the librarian, and seeing none, waved her wand and neatly cut out the picture and accompanying article. She quickly stuffed the Prophets back into their place and rushed back to the privacy of her dorm room.

Sitting in her bed, Adair soaked in the picture, memorizing their faces, looking for any similarities between them and herself. Here were her parents, but at the same time, not her Mum and Dad. After everything, she had finally accepted that Joann and Eric Wesley, if that was their real name, had made the best out of the situation and had done everything out of the goodness of their hearts. They had been writing letters back and forth ever since that night, and when Adair read their heartfelt and tender messages, she knew that she must forgive them completely, because they meant every word.

But at the same time, it was comforting to look at this picture of the happy couple and have proof that they were real. Lavinia had gone through the same thing that she was going through now, finding out the terrible truth, and she had made it through, accepted it. She was good, and that means that Adair could be also.

Adair was still looking at the photo when Hermione came into the room. When she saw Adair sitting there, she jumped a little, startled.

"Oh... hi...um Adair. D-didn't see you there. How are you?"

Adair looked at her confused. Hermione was acting very strange. She was glancing about the room awkwardly, avoiding looking at her. She couldn't tell, but was Hermione... frightened?"

"I'm fine," said Adair, tucking the photo into one of her schoolbooks and laying it to the side. "How are you?"

"Oh" Hermione cleared her throat. "I'm fine too," she said, seeming to compose herself and get back to normal. "Have you heard about Katie though?"

"No. What's happened?" said Adair, worriedly, seeing the grave expression on Hermione's face. She had always liked Katie Bell.

"Something happened to her on her way back from Hogsmeade. Ron and Harry and I were there to see it. It seems she touched some sort of cursed necklace. It was horrible. She's on her way to St. Mungo's now."

"Oh my goodness that's awful! Is she going to be alright?" Adair exclaimed, sitting up on the edge of her bed.

"Professor McGonagall says so. I thought I better just tell you now. The whole schools going to know in a couple of hours anyway."

"Well thank you so much. I wonder who could have done such a thing. I ought to write her a get-well soon card."

"Why do you think someone did this to her?" said Hermione

Adair looked up, confused at the harsher than necessary tone in Hemione's voice. "Well, I mean, I just assumed. I don't think Katie is the type of person to get mixed up in some sort of Dark Magic." she said, looking Hermione right in the eye.

"Of course, of course," Hermione said, in a lighter tone. "Well, I just came up here to get my potions book. I'll see you around, Adair."

Adair watched her leave. "What was that all about?"

Hermione came down the stairs to where Ron and Harry were sitting.

"I just saw Adair, sitting up there by herself. Harry, I really don't think she is up to anything unusual. For some reason or another, she is going through a really tough time right now and it is totally unfair that you suspect her of something, and may I point out you don't even know what kind of something, just because of one strange look she gave you."

Harry immediately went on the defensive. "Well Hermione, how do you explain all that "research" she has been doing? She's been reading stuff on Voldemort and books out of the restricted section for the past few weeks! That's way more than necessary for any school project. It just seems suspicious."

"Okay, its a little unusual, but can you blame her for being curious? The public has only recently accepted that Voldemort is back from the dead after all. She's a muggleborn, so maybe she just wants to learn all she can about him. You must remember, we didn't grow up hearing all the stories that wizard children did."

"Of course I do Hermione. I didn't either, remember? But you don't see any of the other muggleborn out looking up stuff in the Restricted Section about the Dark Lord. And, yes, that weird look could just have been a weird coincedence, but what if its not? What if she knows something about me?"

Hermione sighed. "Harry you are becoming paranoid. Listen to yourself. Stop obsessing over this. Stop obsessing over Draco. No one at Hogwarts is up to anything."

"Fine, whatever. Think what you want. All I'm saying is that something is definitely going on with Adair. I've even heard Seamus talking about how she's acting different, and you know he's her best friend."

"Hey, guys, Look what I can do!"

They both looked over at Ron, who was balancing his wand, upright, on his chin. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and began to laugh, the tension gone. But their laughter wasn't quite as loud as Lavender Brown's coming from the other side of the room.

Adair found that Hermione was right; the whole school was talking about Katie Bell the next day, and for several days after that.

She kept thinking about her and Hermiones' conversation, and how weird she had acted. It was almost as if she had known... but that was impossible, wasn't it?

She began to notice more and more Harry Potter's seeming interest in her. She felt like he was always watching her, waiting for her to... what?

She redoubled her efforts to act normal. She knew that Seamus had been getting worried about her. They used to hang out almost every day, but while she was so immersed in looking up things about Voldemort and her family she had sometimes gone for days without speaking to him.

So now she deliberately stayed with him as much as possible. It was a little awkward at first, but one of the thing's she liked most about Seamus is that he couldn't hold a grudge for very long. They were soon back to their easygoing ways, laughing and joking, teasing Pavarti for her disastrous attempts to dye her hair blonde using Madame Piddygaggles Magical Hair Dye. Life felt normal again.