'Cause I feel what you feel
When you've had enough
Of washing up on the shore
A light will break through the storm

To know that you're real
Its like a dream comes true
To know what it feels like for you
With all you've been through

Tasted your tears
Don't ever hide your eyes
My greatest fear is
Is knowing you would say goodbye

There's a broken heart beating on and on
That wants you to know
That a little voice carries on and on
I want you to know
Hold on, Hold On
I'll be there

"Damn," Draco muttered as he watched the shadowy figure disappear into the blowing sand. "Jenny!" He shouted loudly, dirt collecting in his mouth. Raising his arm to shield his face, he continued on, hoping that he would come across the girl again.

Suddenly an odd chill ran up his spine, causing him to pause. Someone's watching, Draco's instincts screamed out loud and clear. He did his best to scan the area without giving himself away. When the wind dropped away and everything became silent, Draco knew he was in trouble.

"What do you want?" he questioned without turning.

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice sneered, "If it isn't Draco Malfoy, the ferret."

In an instant Draco's wand was out and he swung to face his opponent. "What did you…" His jaw dropped and his voice left him as he started into the scarred face of Harry Potter. "Potter," he whispered with uncontained awe.

"Malfoy," the living legend answered scornfully, "I'm surprised to see you here. It must have been you that pulled me out of my memories."

Draco shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I came in here to find Jenny."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Jenny?" he questioned, "What would she be doing here?"

"She's looking for you idiot," Draco growled angrily, "and just like the Potter she is, she came in alone. I had her back there somewhere for a second but she ran off."

"Don't call her Potter."


"Her name is Jenny Riddle, not Jenny Potter," the grizzled wizard stated seriously, "and you can call me James, or Riddle if it suits."

Draco nodded in understanding. "Call me Draco."

"I prefer to call you ferret," James answered with a wink, "Now let's go find my daughter before…"

"Before what?" Draco asked, glancing at James warily.

"Before someone else does," he answered in an ominous tone.


Two glowing green sparks floated ahead of me and I nearly trip over my own feet attempting to stop. Slowly I back away from the orbs and as I back away a dark figure took shape. The eyes fixated on me, dark hair whipping in the wind for a moment and then the wind was gone. I watched in fascination as his black robe continued to whip around his form as if he were still standing within a blizzard.

"So we meet at last," Harry Potter said in a cruel and cold tone. "I suppose it was inevitable that you would end up here. Your father could never take care of himself either."

"Don't you dare talk about my father," I spat without thinking. Harry shrugged nonchalantly and began to slowly pace around me. I fought the urge to turn and follow him. I had to show him that I'm not afraid of him.

"Yes you are," he stated, causing my jaw to drop. He must have read my mind. "I am an accomplished Leggilimens," he explained, "You can keep nothing from me."

"I'm not afraid of you," I replied, clenching my fists at my sides. This would be a great moment for some accidental magic, I quietly wished to myself.

"You're not afraid of me directly," he explained, "You're afraid of what I represent. I am the REAL Harry Potter, that's what you're really afraid of. I hate to tell you, but it's true. Your father is a sham, a fake. I fought the good fight, I won the war, and what thanks did I get." He waved his arms around in the air dramatically. "This is what I get Jenny. Locked up in here while that fraud runs off with the enemy. I told Gilgamesh to separate us earlier so I could destroy the Dark Lord, but no, instead he allows that poor excuse for a savior to show his enemy mercy and then he locks me up here."

"My father is the REAL HARRY POTTER!" I yelled wildly. "You're just a side effect and that's all you are. You're not a savior; you're on the list under sleeplessness and mild headaches."

"How dare you," he said, mouth curling up in a ruthless sneer, "You would stick up for him though, wouldn't you? You're about as human as he is. What are you? What good are you? You have trouble with the simplest of spells, can't do a curse to save your life…or anyone's life for that matter…"

"How dare YOU," I stated forcefully, "You don't even know me. You don't know anything about me."

He snorts derisively and a strange urge comes over me. Without thinking I lunge at him, reminiscent of a wild animal, not anything close to human. No look of surprise passes over his face; instead he merely waves a hand. The next thing I know I'm floating a few inches above the ground, completely at his mercy.

"What do you want from me?" I ask in the strongest tone I can muster. It still sounds pitiful, even to my own ears.

"I want you to die," he hisses like a snake, "I want you both to die. I am a god! I am a king!"

"You are a lord," I add evenly and this time I get the expression of surprise that I was hoping for.

He shakes his head. "Why not?" he questions airily, "I saved the world and I can do it again. Pitiful wizards that they are, they should fall at my feet!"

"And Dumbledore, should he fall at your feet as well?"

"Yes," he hisses angrily, "He most of all. The all powerful, all knowing, Dumbledore the Great. In the end he is an old man, an old man who…" His words falter for a moment and a strange look appears in his eyes as if he's remembering something. For a millisecond I think he will cry but he quickly turns away.

"An old man who has always cared about Harry Potter," I state knowingly, "An old man who has always tried to do what is best for everyone. An old man who has made more sacrifices in his long life then you'll ever know or understand."

"Shut up!"

"You don't want to think about him, do you? You don't want to think about the people who do care about you?"

"No one cares," he growls, turning toward me, eyes blazing.

"But they do," I continue, my lips forming into a smug grin, "Hermione, Ron, Remus, Dumbledore…" I pause, wondering if I should mention Khalida. She was a friend to my father, but was she a friend to this Harry Potter?

"I gave up so much for them," he admits. His hands fall to his side in a defeated gesture.

"They know that," I explain, "Remember the Weasley's? Fred and George, Molly and Ginny…Arthur? They're still back there waiting, waiting for Harry Potter to come home."

"But he can't," Harry replies in a pained tone, "That boy doesn't exist anymore." His voice trails off to a whisper and I suddenly feel the ground under my feet once again.

"What happened to him?"


"He's right here," a calm voice calls out from behind me. Harry's eyes widen in surprise.

"Dad!" I shriek before spinning around and running into his arms. A warmth that I never thought I'd feel again envelops me like a blanket.

"What are you doing here Jenny?" he asks in a whisper.

"I came to find you, I need your help," I blurt out, attempting to explain.

"You shouldn't be here, it isn't safe."

"Why? Because of that Harry Potter imitation over there, give me a break. I think I can handle him."

"Handle who?" Draco asks in a confused tone. "There's no one there." I glance behind me and realize that he's right. The other Harry Potter has disappeared.

"But he was there," I stammer, "I swear, I was just talking to him."

My father shakes his head. "A mind can play tricks on itself in here. Now what did you mean about needing my help. Has something happened?"

Draco's eyes meet mine and we share a silent moment. Returning my father to the wizarding world may help solve some problems with the AWG and Voldemort but it will only make things more difficult for Draco and me. I link arms with my father and begin to walk.

"I'll bring you up to speed while we look for a way out of here."

"Look for a way out of here?" My father shakes his head. "Leaving is easy, if you want to that is. You only need to knock." He reaches up and knocks on the air in front of him. A rapping noise echoes around us and an ordinary brown door suddenly appears. "After you," he states, gesturing toward the door.

The soft flickering of candlelight is the first thing I notice before realizing that we are in the hallway in front of the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore stands waiting, as if he knew exactly when we would return. I wonder if he really believed we'd return with my father though, probably not considering the look of shock that comes over his wrinkled and wizened face.

"Harry?" he questions tentatively.

A million emotions pass over my father's face as he takes in the image of the old wizard. For a moment I wonder if he's going to hex Dumbledore. Draco seems to have the same idea since his wand is out and at the ready.

"Professor Dumbledore," he stutters, sounding like a schoolboy instead of the powerful adult wizard that he is.

Surprising us both he bolts across the hallway and into the Headmaster's arms, laying his head on the other wizard's chest. Even at his age, my father's head reaches just below Dumbledore's chin. Dumbledore pats his head and whispers into his ear something that neither Draco nor I could hear. The emotion rolling off my father was enough to fill the hall and it was like nothing I had ever felt before.

A feeling of fear suddenly attacked my heart. Where would I fit in my father's life now? Is he still the man that I knew or is he more like the wizard that he was before he left England? In this world he has friends, fame and fortune…and me. My breath catches in my throat as my heart begins to ache. The most powerful wizard in the world with a squib for a daughter. I'm startled for a moment as I feel something soft against my hand.

"It'll be alright," Draco whispers, giving my hand a small squeeze. "I'm never letting you go…never again." His tone is final and I nod to show that I believe him.

We stand that way for what seems like an eternity, caught in the pure expression of love between a stand-in father and his orphaned son.


author's note: Well, that's the end of this story. Stay tuned for the next one. Jenny finally got her father back and it wasn't hard at all, but having him back may be the thing that causes more difficulty then anyone anticipated. Will their rocky relationship continue? How will Harry cope with a wizarding world that's completely different from the one he remembers? Where will Draco fit into all of this? What happened to the "real Harry Potter"?

Jenny made a promise and a certain Dark Lord is waiting.