The Third Point and Devil's Snare in the Girls

Chapter 4

Noon found Jakkin in the Gryffindor common room hunched over the piece of parchment, studying the riddle. The common room was nearly empty, and Jakkin was glad it was Saturday, and didn't have homework to worry about.

" I am what where lives the thing, /That always bites but never sting, /I am what where lives the thing, /That is alive but cold as death, /It is living but has no breath."

Strange he muttered, "How can you be alive but have no breath... a ghost? No, a ghost is dead..." He pondered the first part of the riddle when Ron, Harry, and Ginny burst in, dressed in Quidditch robes, and carrying broomsticks.

"Did you see that fantastic save I made? And those goals Ginny scored?" Ron was saying, "Well I am glad they made her a chaser! Makes me kinda proud to be her big brother!"

Ginny went red, "Well, we owe it to Harry for catching the snitch and winning it for us, once again."

Harry grinned, "But what good am I without A good team behind me? It was fun though to see Malfoy fall off his broom after that bludger narrowly missed him." The threesome laughed, and caught sight of Jakkin.

"Hey Jakkin!" Ron called, "You missed a great Quidditch game! Thank goodness we play again tomorrow, you should catch that one!" Jakkin forgot a Quidditch game! How could he have forgotten! In wake of recent events, it was easy to forget he remembered.

Jakkin looked up, "Well, from the look on your three faces', I reckon we won?" They just kept grinning. Then Jakkin suddenly remembered something, "Harry? Can I speak to you alone for a moment?" Harry looked puzzled but shrugged and followed him to a corner.

"Ever heard of Samuel Gretchen?" Jakkin asked Harry.

He was surprised to hear Harry gasp, and say, "How do you know about him, He is our primary source of information to the remaining members of the Order of the..." he stopped, and realized what he said, "That was top secret, can't tell you that." Jakkin showed him the letter, which words have magically changed when it reached Harry's hands. Harry started to read in a whisper the newly formed words, "The Order of the Phoenix is breaking. It has already begun. Harry, you and Jakkin Pillburg here share a common destiny." Harry looked at Jakkin curiously, but turned back to the letter, "The Dark Lord has is coming. He is still searching for his weapon to use against you. He doesn't know about Jakkin, or his importance. You both will embark on a quest for this weapon before its location is discovered by the Dark Lord. Jakkin has the first clue to the location of hidden information that will help you on your quest. I will be writing to Dumbledore and the Order. Signed, Sam Gretchen."

Harry looked up at Jakkin with a new look dawning in his face, and handed him the letter. "So you," he started, "So, you are the third corner in the triangle," he choked out.

"I'm the what?" Jakkin asked.

"Listen Jakkin, in time, Voldemort or I will have to die at the hand of the other. That is two dimensions, two points of a triangle, and that is not logical. You see? This is where you come in; I have been informed that I have a lost relative related to both Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin, through almost direct bloodlines. He will make up the third dimension, the third point on the triangle. A prophesy was written. One of us will die for the other, and the other shall die at the hand of Voldemort, or will go on to kill him. The third point of the triangle..." He paused, "Must be you Jakkin." He stopped, "But of coarse prophesies have been proven wrong-- from time to time."

Jakkin was stuck, staring at Harry in disbelief. "I," he stuttered, "I am an heir to Gryffindor and to Slytherin?"

Harry nodded, "Not directly to Slytherin, Voldemort is the last living direct descendant of Slytherin. You see, you and I share a destiny. We will eventually, face Voldemort... until death."

Jakkin just stood petrified, and croaked, "Well until then, good luck at the Quidditch match tomorrow."

Harry laughed, and that somehow softened the atmosphere, "Thanks, oh yeah, when I get a chance, I will help you with that first clue... mind if Hermione comes? She is good with these things... but the of course, Ron would have to be in to. Jakkin shrugged, "The more the better he said." Harry grinned, and went back to rejoin Ron, Ginny, and Hermione who had just cam through the portrait hole.

It struck Jakkin as odd that he shared Harry's destiny. "It was prophesied that one of us will die for the other," he thought, "But prophesies are sometimes proved wrong--from time to time." Jakkin shuddered, and went down to the Great Hall for lunch. The last few hours have made him famished.

On his way down the stair cases, Jakkin was so deep in thought, that he didn't see Draco Malfoy, still dressed in Quidditch robes... that is, until he bumped into him. "Don't you have anything better to do than going around bumping into prefects?" Draco sneered. Jakkin mumbled apologies, and Draco said, "That won't do numbskull, ten points from Gryffindor." Jakkin could see the cruel smirk forming on the corner of his lips, and turned on either side to see Crabbe and Goyle snickering.

"And don't you have anything better to do than impressing your little henchmen?" Jakkin countered.

"Oh, so you don't like it?" challenged Draco, "Then you just lost another five points for Gryffindor, it would be wise for you to leave while you still have a few points to spare." Crabbe and Goyle sniggered evilly.

Jakkin couldn't believe this guy! "Oh ya?" snarled Jakkin, and without thinking about it, he reached for his wand. "Conjunctivitis!!" he yelled, with his wand raised at Draco. The spell hit him square in the face, and he stumbled backwards.

"You'll pay for that Pillburg!" he growled, and pulling out his own wand, he mumbled, "Furnuculus!" But his spell was way off, because of Jakkin's Conjunctivitis spell. The spell flew pass Jakkin, and hit Dean Thomas who was coming up the hallway. Crabbe and Goyle both must've learned something over the summer, because they both had their stubby wands out, and pointed at Jakkin.

"Obliviate!!" Crabbe screamed. The memory erasing charm, like Malfoy's, was off, and again, hit poor Dean Thomas who was already on the ground with his front teeth growing larger by the second. When the second spell hit him, he jolted suddenly, and lay there, unconscious.

Malfoy, just recovering, yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!!" Just as Goyle howled, "Waddiwasi," and threw something into the ski, and it came hurling at Jakkin, "Stupefy!" Malfoy added the last spell for good measure. Jakkin stumbled back, and blacked out.