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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,

You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,

May you never take one single breath for granted,

GOD forbid love ever leaves you empty handed,

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,

When ever one door closes I hope one more opens,

Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance….

I hope you dance…….I hope you dance……..

Harry Potter was sitting in his small bedroom at his aunt and uncles house on the eve of his seventeenth birthday. In less than twenty minutes he could leave these filth muggles behind forever and join his father, and his godfather.

…11: 45 P.M…….

A few months before school let out at the end of sixth year, Harry received a time released letter from his mother explaining some interesting facts. For example, his father wasn't James Potter, and his name wasn't Harry. His father was in all actuality Tom Marvolo Riddle, and his name was Salazar Godrick Draconian Riddle.

…..11:52 P.M……..

At first he thought it was just some new prank by the twins. The next day he owled his manager at Gringots and confirmed that the letter was genuine. As soon as school got out for the summer, Harry threatened his loving family with powerful wandless, wordless magic he had perfected that year in secrete. Afterwards he took a trip to Diagon Alley to speak to his manager, Lockjaw, to discuss the inheritances he would be receiving at the end of the summer.

…….11:59 P.M……….12:00 A.M……..

As the clock hit midnight an emerald glow surrounded Harry and a Dark figure appeared before him. As the glow intensified the powerful magic blocks cast by Dumbledore cracked and Harry's full magical maturity poured through his dismantling the glammers hiding his true identity and he was flooded with magic. Not since Merlin himself had such a power been unleashed in one individual, and the Dark figure was positively beaming at the thought.

……12:05…..

As the glow finally subsided the figure took in the changes in the powerful young man on the bed. His hair instead of messy raven, was now a rich chestnut color. His face once rounded into an almost carbon copy of James Potter, was now more angular and had a more regal look. His small, malnourished frame had filled out to a respectable six foot four inches and was deceptively thin. He had a seekers build and was lightly muscular. His once small hands had lengthened into elegant pianists fingers with immaculate nails.

His once dark completion lightened into a natural paleness that contrasted nicely with his hair, and the figure couldn't wait to see what had happened to his eyes.

…..12:30 A.M……

Harry finally started to stir and the dark figure moved slightly into his line of vision. As Harry's eyes fluttered open he took in the person leaning over him and stilled.

"Professor Snape, what are you doing here sir?" Was the first thing Harry said when he realized who it was.

"I was sent by the headmaster to retrieve you and take you too headquarters since the wards have now fallen since you are over the age of legality." Snape said in the softest voice Harry had ever heard from the Potions master.

"Dumbledore sent you then?" Harry Asked.

"Yes."

"And are you going to take me to your enemy now that the glammers have been broken?"

" I don't know." Snape said once he regained his composer now that he knew that Harry knew his true allegiance.