Not Our Real Home

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Jack's POV

It was time to go home, though my only home is wherever Harry is and I can't go with him to the Dursleys. "You still haven't told me how you knew the answer to Snape's challenge" Harry states as he sat beside me. His trunk and Hedwig's cage was next to him along with mine & Soren's cage.

"You know how you asked who my guardian was? Who has raised me all these years" I ask. He nods his head and I sigh before answering. "Severus Snape is my godfather and I helped him write the riddle for his challenge" I explain.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"Because I knew how you would react and I didn't want you to hate me" I state.

"I could never hate you Jack, you are my little brother and always will be" Harry states pulling me into a hug. As a few tears left my eyes and I returned the hug. "Want do I tell the Dursleys?" he asks pulling away.

"Nothing, they cannot know I am a live Harry" I tell him.

"I understand, come on the train will be leaving soon" he states. We grab our luggage and leave the common room. "Are you even going on the train?" he asks.

"No but I am coming to say goodbye to you and the others" I tell him smiling. We reach the station and as Harry went to get onto the train Hagrid appeared. So Harry and I walk over to him to say our goodbyes.

"Thought you were leaving without saying goodbye did ya?" Hagrid asks. Then pulls out to photo albums and gave us one each. "Found some of your parents old friends and colleges, they gave me some pictures. I copied some of them so that you can both have the same picture. Some I couldn't  copy though and only one of you has those pictures" he explains.

"Thanks Hagrid" Harry and I say looking at the first picture in our albums. It was of us as babies with Mum and Dad holding us. Dad held Harry while Mum held me. Hagrid left to return to  Hogwarts.

"Your hair is different here Jack" Harry says as in the picture my hair turned red.

"That's because I'm a Metamorphmagus Harry" I tell him changing my her to red then back to its natural black. "I can change my appearance at will, but am still learning" I state. "See you next year Harry an less I can see you at the Burrow or Diagon Alley" I ask/state.

"I'm sure Mum would love to have you both over, I'll owl you when I know" Ron says happily.

"If not we can all met in Diagon Alley when we get our lists for next year" Hermione adds. We all agreed when Hermione asks "it feels strange to be going home? Doesn't it?"

"I'm not going home, not really" Harry and I state together making Ron groan.

"Please stop doing that before we met again?" he asks. We all laughed and I hugged them all goodbye promising to keep in touch. They all hoped onto the train while I stayed on the platform with my luggage.

"Are you ready Jack?" Snape asks appearing next to me making me jump.

"How many times do I have to ask you not to do that?" I ask in annoyance. He merely chuckled waving his wand making my luggage disappear. I held out my arm and he grabbed it apperating us to Spinners End. "I'm going to study" I tell him going up to my room.

"I'll call you later dinner" he calls as I disappear. I look at him and nod my head before continuing to my room. When I got there I took out the album and saw pictures of the real me in there along with a note. Dumbledore told me not to give any of these ones to Harry, please never forget who you are Jack. From Hagrid. I sigh as tears left my eyes, I hated that I can't be myself. Want I hate more though is that I can't tell Harry or the others. I went over to my mirror and turned into my real self.

"One day I will be free to be myself" I state looking at my reflection.  Before turning back to my disguise and sitting on my bed. Then started to do my summer homework silently until Severus called me down for dinner. Afterwards I went to bed and dreamed of want it would be like to not hide who I am from anyone.

The End

A/N

Gif above of first picture in album minus Jack. Want is Jack's secret? Will Harry ever find out?



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