Disclaimer : I do not own anything except the clothes on my back and the story line. Harry Potter and all things affiliated with it belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling.

Summary : What happens when Harry Potter discovers he is being lied to and manipulated by the only people he ever loved? No. No more of this. Harry turns to the only person he knows who won't lie to him. But where will that lead him? Will he follow the path of the light, the only path he's ever truly known, even though they abandoned him and let him be abused, or turn to the dark where they offer him everything he could ever want, including his first crush.

Warnings : There will be mentions of some rape and child abuse. If this is offensive in any way, please do not read. Pairings - RL/TR!LV, LM/SS, HP/DM. Weasley!bashing (Not Fred or George. Bill and charlie don't come into this story), Dumbles!bashing, Ron!bashing, Hermione!bashing.

Word count : 2,999 (chapter).
Word count : 2,999 (whole).

Rating : M. If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read.

Harry Potter had not had the best life. He had been placed in the care of magic hating muggles, by a man who claimed to be so firmly in the light, he could've been in the centre of the sun. Unbeknownst to Harry, being placed with the Dursley's, went against his parents strict wishes that, had his parents died, he was to be placed with his Godfather, Sirius Black. If Sirius was an any way unavailable, he was to be placed in the care of either Remus Lupin or Severus Snape. The only people to know of these wishes were the Potters, excluding the youngest, Albus Dumbledore and the goblins. The goblins, however, could do nothing as Albus proclaimed himself as Harry's guardian. He placed the child in the care of his relatives, knowing full well Harry would be abused for who he was. And abused Harry was.

When Harry's magic first reacted against his Uncle to save him - when little Harry was only four years old - his Uncle beat him senseless in rage. For as long as Harry could remember, he was treated like a slave. Cooking and cleaning from as soon as he was tall enough to reach everything. Whenever Harry did anything wrong, or was late in one of his chores, his uncle would beat him. It happened so frequently, he began to expect the pain if he did something wrong. Even at Hogwarts, the most esteemed school for witchcraft and wizardry, he still expected the pain for any of his wrong doings.

When Harry first entered the Great Hall in his first year, wearing clothes that were miles to big for him, being the skinniest child there, his Avada Kedavra green eyes lacking life and light, it brought a gleam of satisfaction to the Headmaster's twinkling blue eyes. He knew that this poor broken boy would be easy to bend to his will. He knew that, give the boy even the smallest amount of attention and affection, and he would do anything for the grandfatherly man.

His summers were all the same. He would get picked up at Kings Cross station by his whale of an Uncle and cousin, and his horse-faced Aunt and be taken home. His trunk and wand would be locked in the shed outside to prevent him from doing anything freakish. His owl would only be let out once a week, and it frustrated said owl. Harry would be expected to do everything once more and would be beaten into submission. It happened until the summer of his seventeenth birthday, until something in him finally snapped.

The summer of Harry Potter's sixth year was a strange one. His seventeenth birthday was fast approaching and, having heard rumors, he was dreading it. Harry had been told that on a witch or wizard's seventeenth birthday, they came into their magical inheritance. Most didn't encounter any changes. Some encountered a rise in their magical energy. The last, a small but constant amount of people, came into a creature inheritance. Harry Potter was one of the latter. He had absolutely no idea what was in store for him when the clock struck midnight. Little did he know, his transformation would not only be painful, but leave him looking a lot different.

When the clock struck midnight, Harry's shrill shriek filled the air. Luckily for him, he had erected a silencing barrier around his room to prevent his 'family' from hearing any possible nightmares that could plague him. His back arched off the bed, a burning spreading through his veins. His bones crumbled into dust, then reformed into stronger, sturdier structure. His muscles rippled as they grew to cover his no longer fragile bones. His ears became pointed at the tips and his hair grew longer. His magic rippled around him in the air, crackling softly. His magic affected him more greatly than any other witches or wizards. It fixed his eye sight for him, and healed all his scars, except his famous lightning scar. His magic made him lift off his bed, hovering about a foot above it. His form grew taller and he was no longer the five foot five boy he was. He was now a six foot tall man.

When Harry awoke the next morning, it was with a stiffness in his muscles and bones. He sat up slowly, and was about to reach for his glasses when he realised he could see perfectly fine without them. Harry was of course, confused. Rising from his bed, he cast a quick wandless tempus charm, which he had perfected over the years. When he saw it was only 4:05AM, he decided to risk a shower and rushed into the bathroom. The hot water washed over his body, relaxing him. With a confused look over his shoulder, he noticed his hair was no longer short and unmanageable. It now flowed down to his waist in gorgeous little curls and there were no knots in sight.

Upon returning to his bedroom, he pondered everything that had happened to him in his life, his new favourite pastime. Of course I am how I am. Anybody would end up like this if they had been abused by their only family for their entire life. Then to find out that I have been manipulated by that sad old goat. It makes my blood burn. I have only two options. I can join the dark side, or I can reclaim a third, unbiased side in this war. A side that sides, not with Voldemort, and definitely not with that old codger, Dumbledore. Well, I have a whole month to decide. But, even if I did decide to side with Voldemort, how would I go about doing it. I could send a letter to Snape but, would he even take me seriously? I highly doubt it.

What are Voldemort's goals in this war? Maybe if I could arrange a meeting with him, somehow and ask him. Me? A seventeen year old boy. Yeah right. Like I could actually side with the Dark Lord. He wouldn't take me seriously. He'd think me a spy, and torture me. I could convince him. But how..

Harry was interrupted from his musing by a tapping on his window by an elegant black owl. He crossed his room to the window slowly, curious but wary of the owl. He opened the window and the owl swooped it. It stood on his bed, looking elegant and powerful. The old held out his leg for Harry to take the letter, which he did with a grateful smile. The long elegant scrawl on the envelope was unrecognisable as he fed the owl some treats before it flew off into the sunrise. He cracked the seal, and unfolded the piece of parchment, slumping onto his bed as he began to read the letter.

Dear Mr Potter,

I am the goblin who is currently in charge of both the Potter and Black vaults. I wish to inform you that as named heir of both the noble houses of Potter and Black, your new title is now Lord Harrison James Potter-Black. I can only assume you have been informed of your impending Lordship and inheritance. However it is not uncommon for a muggle-raised wizard, such as yourself, to be kept in the dark about such things.

Both vaults seem to be in order, however I would wish to discuss the issue of galleons being taken from the Potter vault on regular occurrence of twice a month. You will also be required to attend a will reading, now that you are Lord of both houses. The wills that will be read to you will be the wills of the dearly departed, Mrs Lily Potter, Mr James Potter and Mr Sirius Black. The reading will be on the 31st of July and One PM. We Goblins do not tolerate tardiness Mr Potter, as well you should know.

I look forward to seeing you to discuss these issues. All you need to do is tap the parchment with your wand and say 'Portus' for the portkey to activate, and then you will have 30 seconds before it will bring you to my office.

Hoping you are well,

Ragnuk

Head of the Black and Potter vaults.

Harry eyed the paper. Why had Dumbledore never told him that he was to be a Lord of both the Potter and Black houses? Well, there were lots of things, that old coot had never told him. And that was to be his downfall. Harry made his way to his desk, his eyes steeled in resolve. He was going to get an audience with the Dark Lord if it killed him.

After casting another quick tempus charm, and realising that his relatives would be awake soon, he bit his lip. Surely, his new form would make Uncle Vernon and Dudley hit him harder. His wand seemed to move on it's own accord as he cast a disillusionment charm over himself. He stopped to look in his mirror, seeming proud of his spell. Harry moved down the stairs and started to cook the breakfast.

Harry's family didn't seem to notice any changes except him not wearing his glasses, therefore didn't say anything. As the day drew on, he became more and more nervous. He spent most of his time wondering what could be so important as to require a formal meeting. At 12:45, once he had sorted his relatives lunch, he told them he was going out and went upstairs. Tapping his wand once on the parchment, he muttered the activation word and waited.

The portkey transported him into a conference room, a goblin sat at the head of the table. The goblin looked up once he arrived, one thin eyebrow shooting up his forehead.

"Mr Potter, I presume?" The goblin asked, standing up.

"Yes. You must be Ragnuk?" Harry returned. The goblin nodded, so Harry moved into a small bow, a smile curving his full lips.

"You are early, Mr Potter. I expected a wizard of your status to arrive at least ten minutes late." Harry chuckled dryly.

"I apologise, Ragnuk. Next time I shall try to be later." His voice dripping with amusement, his eyes lit up. The goblin eyed him warily.

"No need, Mr Potter. Usually, wizards do not treat us with such respect, you'll forgive me if I do not expect such rare things as being on time from a wizard such as yourself. We Goblin folke are not usually treated with such high regard." Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he took in this information.

"Well then, most wizards are stupid. I believe most goblins to have knowledge superior to that of most wizards, therefore deserving the respect of such wizards. You hold in high regards in my books, Ragnuk." And with that, he lowered into another bow.

"Thank you, Mr Potter. I shall remember that. Now, the reason I have called you here, is some inconsistencies in the Potter vault, and to listen to Mr and Mrs Potter's, and Mr Black's wills. We shall, of course, start with the wills."

After hearing the wills, Harry's eyes were glistening with tears. Tears, not just of sadness, but of pure fury. His fists were shaking with anger. Ragnuk, seemed to recognise this anger, and gave him five minutes to calm himself down. Once the five minutes were up, Ragnuk looked towards the young Lord, raising his eyebrows.

"So, young Lord Potter-Black. Now, we have sorted out the Wills, we'll go over the inconsistencies in the Potter vault. Now, twice a month, an amount of 2,000 Galleons are deposited into the vault of one Arthur and Molly Weasley. The deposits are taken out by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, one Albus Dumbledore."

Harry saw red. Hearing that, not only was Dumbledore stealing from him, but Mr and Mrs Weasley were getting the money. He was furious. Not only were they getting the money, but they still pretended to their children they were dirt poor. Things had to change

"Ragnuk, is there any way of getting all the money back?"

"Yes, Lord Potter-Black. But it could put the Weasley's into debt." Harry no longer cared. He simply shrugged his shoulders, and smiled.

"They shouldn't have stolen anything. Is that all, Ragnuk?"

"Yes, that's all Lord Potter-Black."

"I appreciate your time, Ragnuk. Thank you so much for this."

"We will provide you with a portkey. Should you wish to visit Diagon Alley, take it with you, all you need to do is tap it with your wand and, once again, say Portus."

With that, Harry bowed low, and left Gringotts to go into Diagon Alley. He picked up some new clothes and robes before tapping the portkey with his wand, and going back to his Aunt and Uncles house. He set down his new robes and clothes, smirking slightly. Steeling himself, Harry moved to his desk.

He picked up a fresh piece of parchment, his eagle feather quill and a pot of ink. He sat himself at his desk, and poised his quill over the parchment, biting his lip. But how did he start it? 'Hi Snape. I know you don't trust me but I know you're a spy for Voldy and not Dumblebee. Oh and by the way, I just want a meeting with Voldy because I'm switching into the dark'? Not a chance. Like Snape would ever trust him if he wrote a letter like that. Biting his lip, he allowed his thoughts to run from his head into the parchment.

When he finished the letter, he read it over, biting his lip softly. To hell with it, he thought, if this doesn't work, I'll create my own third side in the war. He let a soft sad laugh rip from his dry throat as he sealed the envelope.

"Hedwig?" He called softly, looking into the familiar hazel eyes of his snowy owl. His one true companion from his first year. She hooted lowly, and flew to his shoulder. He raised his hand to rub softly at her breast and she affectionately nipped his ear in return.

"You want to get out for a bit?" Her eyes almost widened in anticipation and she hooted lowly. "I thought so. Will you take this to Snape, please?" He watched as her eyes recognised who it was before he tied the letter to her outstretched legs and watched as she took off into the early morning sun.

~~Malfoy Manor~~

Severus Snape sat on a comfortable leather chair in front of a crackling fire. The window just to his right was opened a little, letting a comforting breeze flow past his head. He relaxed into the chair, his eyes on the novel in his hands. A low hoot came from the window as a snowy owl stepped in the window. Severus's eyes widened as he looked to the all too familiar owl and her amber eyes.

"Hedwig. What are you doing here? Did the brat send you to me?" Hedwig hooted softly, stretching her leg towards Severus.

He got up, taking the parchment from her leg, and feeding her a few treats. He sighed lightly, allowing himself to fall back into his chair. Muttering under his breath, he ripped the envelope open. His eyes flickered over the writing.

Dear Professor S. Snape,

I know you don't particularly trust me right now. And to be honest, I don't blame you. However, you think of me too much like my father. You are not, however, the only one to do this. I wish for you to hear me out and finish reading this letter before throwing it in the bin or burning it. I am more like my mother then you think.

I have grown sick and tired of the old mans manipulations and I wish to defect to the dark side. Now, I know, you're probably growling 'insolent brat' or something along those lines under your breath, but don't write me off just yet. I believe I would be a great help to the Dark Lord's side and it would be a big kick in the Light's side when they realise their saviour has gone dark, don't you think? And, don't even try to convince me that you're not dark, because I know for a fact that you are totally and completely besotted to the dark side.

I'm not the only the old coot has manipulated. Did he tell you that I grew up pampered by the muggles? He convinced you, like he convinced every other wizard that I grew up pampered. Having my every whim met to. I didn't. However, I would like to request a meeting with you, to discuss this further. Then perhaps, after a meeting with you, I could get a meeting with the Dark Lord.

My mother, you know, she blamed herself for you defecting. She thought it was her fault. She thought that, maybe if she had forgiven you for calling her a mudblood, you might not have defected. She was wrong though. But, she had forgiven you. It's in her will. Which, I would love to discuss with you as well, because I believe there were some things you were left, that you did not receive. However, if you do wish to meet with me, I will be at the Leaky Cauldron on the first of August, at midday.

I hope you are well, and I see you soon, Professor.

Lord Harrison James Potter-Black.

"Lord? Seems I have a lot to discuss with Mr Potter." With that, he stood up, and rushed off to find his Lord, and let him know of this new discovery.