The Deception

Chapter 5

January 3rd, 2018. Wools Orphanage, London.

She couldn't sleep the whole night, just thinking about the implications of what the morning could bring left her anxious.

"Are you sure this is the right address?" James turned to her parents in confusion the crumble building in front of them looked abandoned, this was meant to be a children's home?

"Yes, this is the address Albus gave me yesterday. Anyway we are wasting time, we are meant to be a family looking to adopt a child, our meeting with Mrs. Cole is in ten minutes" He patted his pockets before bringing out three gray murky potions. He handed one to both Perenelle and James and uncapped his. "I invented this to not only hide our magical signature, making us come off as muggles, but also slightly blur our features so that once we leave it will me hard for the people hear to recall how we look or even recognize us later on"

James scrunched her nose, her father was brilliant, that she couldn't deny but it seemed like every potion he ever made tasted vile. She uncapped her potion and without thinking about it she drank it in one go. She gagged as her brain finally caught up with her taste buds, she need to find a way to improve the taste of potions without risking the integrity of it. As the potion settled in she began to feel uncomfortable as it her body was being tightly bound.

"Did you just bind our magic?!" Her father gave her a guilty smile.

"I tried to make a potion that would cloak our magical signatures but they just made my magic seem weaker, which when compared to the normal witch and wizard we are very powerful, so the child would know we where magical" Perenelle turned to her husband furious at how he tricked them. Nickolas shrunk back a bit at the look his wife was giving him. "Well if I told you it would bind your magic would you have taken it?"

"NO!" Perenelle and James simultaneous yelled.

"Well its too late now and it'll start to slowly wear off in an hour so we best be on then" He began walking towards the front door of the orphanage leaving behind two irate witches to trail behind him.

An older woman with cropped gray hair and a stern face met them at the door. The three simultaneous groaned inwardly, this woman did not give off the warm, happy and inviting presence an orphanage matron ought to have.

"You must be the Rowen Family, welcome to Wools Orphanage" She gave them a grim smile which in her defense was probably what she thought was her best smile.

"Yes we are here to see about adopting an eleven-year-old boy" Her grim smile faltered.

"Oh, well we only have one eleven-year-old boy here and I don't mean to say such awful things about a child, but" she leaned closer. "The boy is cursed, any time he is near by I feel a chill go up my spine, strange things happen when he's around. All the children fear him"

James rolled her eyes, of course all these things were happening, the child was a wizard he was obviously going to start showing accidental magic. She looked the matron in the eye and started taking in her life's memories, the matrons family had died years ago, she had started working at Wools in order to fill a void that was left in her. James speed up the memories she could look back at them later if she had to, it was the one downside to her gift, the memories she saw stuck with her. She stopped once she saw a very haggard Merope clutching a bulging belly, the time and date of the day was only hours after her and Castor had left. How was this possible?

Through the matron she was able to witness everything, Merope giving birth, her last words of having the child be named Tom Marvolo Riddle and her taking her last breath, James zeroed in on the child who seemed a bit too alert and awake to be a new born child. The baby opened his eyes and she gasped, he looked just like Tom, except his eyes, while her Tom had emerald green eyes like all of Slytherin's descendants, this baby had hazel brown eyes, the same eyes that all of Godric Gryffindor's descendants had.