New story! Umm... well, there's Dark!Harry, Evil!Dumbledore, Good!Voldemort, Good!Malfoys, Good!Death Eaters in general. Umm... Weasley bashing, Sirius bashing, Potter bashing, basically Order bashing. I don't like the Order *shrugs*.

Moving on, I obviously own nothing and everything belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

Harry woke up with a start, searching his surroundings with his eyes and trying to remember where he was but failing to do so. The last thing he remembered was a wand aimed at his face. He tried to get out of the bed he was in but found himself tugged back by his arm. He looked at it to find some sort of magical bind keeping him on the bed. He frantically pulled against it, trying to pull himself free but not succeeding. When he finally gave up at pulling himself free, he took the time to observe the room he was in.

The room had light brown walls, soft and appealing to the eye. The floor was made from black marble, and Harry could see his reflection on it. The bed he was in was a four-poster king-sized black bed with green silk sheets, very comfortable with its many pillows. On either side of the bed, there were two black nightstands. He noticed that the bed and nightstands were on an elevated part of the floor, making it look a bit grandiose.

His attention then turned to the wall in front of him, there was a giant Slytherin crest on the wall, in between two doors. The doors were black with silver handles. There was another similar door to his right, except that one held a silver snake sculpture above it. The snake was coiled in the shape of a sideways eight with its head resting in the middle. Its eyes were made of emerald and shined brightly. Harry could only guess what lay behind all three doors. Finally, there was a fireplace to his left. All in all, it was a very simple bedroom. There wasn't even a desk or vanity!

But did it matter? He was looking for a way out. It's not like he wanted to stay here! Wherever here was...

Suddenly, the door to his right opened and a man entered, carrying a tray with food on it. The man looked at him and smiled, "good. You're awake"

"Who are you?! Where am I?! What did you do to me?!" Harry shouted angrily.

"Calm down, Harry. I didn't do anything to you. You're safe here," the man said as he placed the tray of food on Harry's bedside table.

Harry didn't listen though, and started shouting again, "how can I be safe when I don't even know where I am?! And you didn't answer me! Who are you?! Where am I?! Let me go!"

"I will only anssssswer you if you calm down," the man hissed, unbeknownst to Harry, in parseltongue.

Harry immediately calmed down and stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes.

"Ah. Still works. It was one of my favorite ways to interact with you as a child. You seemed to always respond better this way"

Harry moved to protest but the man held up a hand to stop him, "eat. I'll answer your previous questions then"

Harry eyed the food suspiciously.

"It's only food," said the man gently.

Harry finally submitted when his stomach growled aggressively. He only took the toast, though, and nibbled on it. The man sighed, "guess that's as much as I'll convince you to eat at the moment"

Harry took the opportunity to observe the man. He had wavy black hair, graying at the temples, which he combed back stylishly to the base of his neck. His sharp, aristocratic features were complimented by the intelligent glint in his dark brown eyes, which were shining with amusement and other emotions Harry couldn't quite put his finger on. The man's healthy pale complexion was only interrupted by his thin, pink lips, set in a small smile. His high cheekbones and smooth jawbone only added to the sharpness and magnificence of his image. The only signs of the man's age were the deep laugh lines and frown lines littering his face, which, instead of lessening his attractiveness, only added to it. Whoever this man was, he looked the picture of sophistication as he sat there in front of Harry, in the most expensive looking robes.

As Harry studied the man in front of him, he felt himself relax. For some inexplicable reason, he felt safe.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man finally spoke, "I believe you already know who I am. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort"

Harry's eyes widened as he tried to register that this man was the Dark Lord. He didn't know what to feel. This man, who was so different than the snake looking monster he'd seen at the graveyard, claimed to be the same person. It seemed crazy, but then again, nothing was too crazy when it came to magic. Harry didn't know what to do, so he decided to settle on the most obvious reaction. At last, Harry settled on anger.

"You won't get away with this, Voldemort! Dumbledore will find you! He'll save me! And that will be the end of y.."

Suddenly, Harry couldn't talk anymore. He gaped, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to formulate words but to no avail. Tom sighed, "I grow tired of hearing you talk about Dumbledore. The old coot couldn't care less about you. He's just using you to get to me. He's been lying to you your whole life. If you're willing to learn the truth, then I would be glad to tell you. Now. If I take the spell off of you, will you speak of something other than that dreadful old man?"

Harry considered his choices, finally deciding after a moment that he might as well listen to what Tom had to offer in a bid to stall and give more time for Dumbledore to rescue him. He saw Tom's smile grow in size and wondered for a moment what the man could be so happy about. When he finally nodded to Tom's condition, the spell was undone and he felt his ability to talk return to him, "why did you bring me here? Why didn't you kill me already?" Harry asked in a hoarse voice.

Tom snorted, "why would I want to kill you? Because of that prophecy? It means nothing. The prophecy is false. It was not a real sear who made it. Even if it was real, there are many ways to interpret a prophecy. As for why I brought you here, it's because I wanted to be able to have a conversation with you"

"Why?" Harry asked suspiciously, storing the information Tom spoke about to revisit later.

"The Light side has been feeding you lies since they took you. I want to set things straight"

"What things?"

Tom reached into his pockets and pulled out a potion. He took an empty bowel from the tray, poured the potion in it, and placed it in front of Harry. He reached into his pockets again and pulled out a dagger and a roll of parchment. Harry looked warily at the dagger but Tom didn't pay it much attention.

"This, Harry, is a family identification potion. You spill three drops of your blood into it and wait for it to turn red. You then spill a bit of it on the parchment. It will then identify your parents before listing all your living direct relatives"

"Why would I need a family identification potion?"

"How about you do the test before we talk?"

"I know who my parents are. My parents are James and Lily Potter. I don't need a family identification potion," Harry spoke with false conviction. The fact that Tom had even introduced the fact that James and Lily are not his real parents, even though indirectly, actually had Harry nervously question that fact. Why would Tom ask him to do the paternity test if he didn't question his heritage?

"If you're so sure, then you wouldn't have any reason not to do the test"

"What if I don't want to?"

"You either do it yourself, or I do it for you"

Harry glared at Tom before taking the dagger from his hand. He took a reassuring breath. James and Lily are my parents, he repeated in his head. He hesitated fleetingly before cutting his palm and reluctantly dropping the three drops of blood. He waited a few seconds for the potion to turn red before he spilled a little of it on the parchment. The parchment glowed a golden color and Harry held his breath as he waited. Once the glow stopped, Tom snatched the parchment, not letting Harry see it.

"I never doubted it, here," he handed it back to Harry. Harry slowly took it, dread settling in the pit of his stomach as he finally summoned whatever Gryffindor courage he had to read it.

Name: Serpens Thomas Black

Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle

Mother: Bellatrix Druella Black

Relatives:

Orion Marvolo Black

Narcissa Malfoy

Andromeda Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Sirius Black

Harry stared at the parchment, shock etched all over his face. "How could this be?" He choked out.

"It's a very long story. Are you willing to hear it all?"

"I want to know how this happened!" Harry demanded angrily.

"I'll start at the beginning then"

Harry grunted, but that was the only indication he was listening.

Tom took a deep calming breath before starting to tell his story, "I always thought myself above love. It wasn't until your mother that that changed. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't love at first sight for me at all. I am above that. No. Your mother was one of my followers, the most loyal, the most hardworking. She was meant to marry Rodolophos Lestrange. I took her on as an apprentice, my own prodigy, and she was brilliant. Nothing I could teach was too difficult for her. She was a superb student, Death Eater, and witch in general. She wanted to impress me, and she succeeded. I believe she loved me from the start.

"Life went on and she became a part of my inner circle. Nothing really changed in the dynamic of our relationship, not until a difficult mission in which she almost died and I suffered a deep injury. That's when I took her as a lover. I will spare you the details. I don't think you would really appreciate listening to me speak about my love life with your mother.

"Anyways. Our first born was an accident. We didn't mean for it to happen. I'll admit I was against the whole thing, even ordered your mother to have an abortion. That was the first time your mother stood up to me and disobeyed me. She would not kill her own child, she had said.

"I was furious, said I held no responsibility to her or her child. She was shaken, afraid of motherhood, afraid of losing me, afraid of the responsibility, afraid of everything at that point, but she would not give up her child, not for anything. It's a weird thing, motherhood, gives the woman courage to face all the monsters of the world to protect her child.

"Your sister was born a few months later. I hadn't been planning on it, but I visited your mother after the birth. My curiosity was burning and I wanted to see the child. Your mother was surprised, I wouldn't blame her. I hadn't spoken to her once after our fight, didn't even look at her. I dismissed her and the child completely. But I could tell she was overjoyed when I visited. She'd held the baby out to me, and when I looked down, the most amazing thing happened.

"Your sister was a metamorphmagus, and upon seeing me, her eyes became a slitted red. I spoke to her in parseltongue then, and she understood what I'd said. Even more, I could feel the power radiating off of her. We named her Polaris Bella Black. She was enough for us. A beautiful little thing.

"Two years later, Bellatrix fell pregnant again. That time, I wasn't as strongly opposing to the pregnancy as I was with Polaris. Still, I opposed it. I thought Polaris was all we needed.

"Then you were born, and the first thing you did was glare at me for waking you up. You didn't share your sister's metamorphmagi gift. But when I spoke to you in parseltongue, wanting to see if you would understand, you shocked me by repeating after me before ignoring me and snuggling into my arms to continue sleeping. I knew then that magic had chosen you to become Slytherin's heir.

"You were only a few months old when your mother fell pregnant again. At that point, I gave up on resisting the pregnancy. I knew I couldn't fight it, so I embraced it, but before your brother was born, a raid was conducted by the Order on Lestrange Manor, where your mother was staying with you and your sister at the time.

"Rodolphus LeStrange saved your mother by taking her and apparating to Malfoy Manor. He was mostly concerned about the unborn child and your mother, who he has an infatuation for. He then went back with Lucius Malfoy for you and your sister, but it was too late. The Order killed Polaris and took you away.

"Bellatrix was devastated. I was furious. I punished Rodolphus severely, increased the number of Death Eater raids, hunted down Order members and killed them when they proved worthless in my investigation.

"It was Severus Snape who finally got me a lead, found out that you were with the Potters. You gave them a hard time from what I heard. You were always angry, which meant accidental magic, mostly aimed at the Potters. Bellatrix gave birth to Orion around the time that I finally located you.

"Orion's birth relieved some of the pain, but it was still too much. I knew that I had to get you back as soon as possible. It was two weeks after Orion's birth that I went to Godric's Hollow. It was the reason I was there on that Halloween night"

By the end of the story, Tom's face was anguished and Harry was sobbing silently. "This can't be true," Harry sobbed. Tom got up from the chair he was sitting on and moved to sit next to Harry on the bed. He pulled Harry, who was fighting against him, to his chest, holding him tightly as the boy struggled against him.

Much to his horror, Harry actually felt protected and loved in Tom's embrace, making him stop struggling just the tiniest bit. "It is true, Harry. Everything I spoke is true. You just need to look into your mind," Tom spoke. Too fast for Harry to notice, Tom pulled out his wand and aimed it at him, murmuring softly, "Leglimens"

Harry gasped. It was as if there was a sudden presence in his head, looking through his memories and pulling out everything from the deepest corners, as if searching for something. Finally, the presence found what it was searching for, a huge mental wall. The presence broke through the wall forcefully, making Harry dizzy. Once the wall was broken, memories from Harry's early childhood spilled forth. There were memories of Harry sitting on Tom's lap, listening as he spoke in parseltongue; memories of being rocked to sleep in a beautiful woman's arms; memories of a toddler patting him affectionately on the head. As suddenly as the presence appeared, it left his head, leaving a devastated Harry whimpering and hiding his face in Tom's neck.

"Daddy," he hissed in parseltongue, his voice coming out broken with tears.

"Shh. It's alright. Daddy's here. You're safe now. No one will take you away again. It's alright. I'm here. Soon, Mummy will be here too," Tom hissed back comfortingly. He rubbed Harry's back soothingly, in the same manner he knew his lover used when Harry was a baby.

"Daddy, I'm sorry," Harry cried, clinging to Tom as if he would disappear.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It isn't your fault. It's Dumbledore's. We will make him pay for it. All of us. He'll pay for what he did. I promise you that, Serpens"

Harry sobbed more at the use of his birth name. He couldn't believe Dumbledore could do such a thing. The Potters, either. His whole life was a lie. Everyone lied to him. Dumbledore lied to him. Sirius lied to him. Remus lied to him. He wasn't James Potter's son. He wasn't Gryffindor's hero. He was Draco Malfoy's family. He was Tom Riddle's son. He was the heir of Slytherin.

Harry's head was a mess, but after being comforted and held lovingly, he started to calm down. Sometime later, Harry summoned the courage to speak. "Daddy?" He whispered.

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry felt Tom's chest vibrate when he spoke, it brought him just a bit more comfort.

"What happened to Orion?"

"He's safe. Bella and I entrusted him to the Malfoy's care. Anyways, Orion's currently at Hogwarts. He got sorted into Slytherin"

"You don't worry someone might discover he's your son? I mean, the records would say his father's name is Tom Riddle after all"

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough. No one outside the pureblood circles knows Orion's father's name"

"Oh. Why did you give him to the Malfoys?"

"Narcissa Malfoy is your maternal aunt, which makes Draco your cousin"

Harry cringed. He unknowingly hurt and ruined his connection to his family. He sniffled slightly and buried his face in his father's chest.

"It's alright, Harry. I'm sure Draco would understand once you tell him your side of the story"

"I hope so"

Silence fell between father and son then, until it was interrupted by a soothing hissing sound. Tom rocked Harry gently as he hissed a lullaby in parseltongue, allowing Harry to finally calm down enough and lull to a dreamless sleep.

Reviews would be nice I guess. Suggestions too. I love to hear how I can make my writing/story better.