A/N Sorry Guys, but this was just screaming at me to be written down. You've probable seen it before, but oh well!
Disclaimer: not mine... sigh... Not even a little bit.
He's My What?
Harry hung from the edge of the Astronomy Tower, several hundred feet above the ground, one hand gripping for dear life on the cold rough stone, his other arm, a handless stump tight to his chest.
Voldemort stood on top of the Tower and leaned over the edge to address Harry. "Dumbledore never told you about your father, did he, Harry."
Harry painfully looked up to glare hatefully into his enemy's eyes "He told me enough" He growled "He told me you killed my father!"
Voldemort shook his head minutely " No Harry, I am your father"
"Noooooooooo!"