A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to the rewritten first chapter of Truth Revealed! There haven't been many changes made but you might notice a few. Instead of taking forever to upload the edited chapters I think I'll just remove the old ones and then repost them instead. Chapter 2 is on it's way as well though chapters 3 and 4 might take a while. They're giving me a bit of trouble. Sorry for the wait!

Chapter 1: Fate Chosen

Harry chased after her as quickly as he could, his feet slipping over the polished and slippery stones that made up the Ministry's Atrium. Her voice echoed through the empty space, tormenting him constantly with the death of the only family he had left.

"I killed Sirius Black!" Her deranged laughter quickly followed as she spun around on the floor, obviously not the slightest bit worried about Harry chasing after her or the legal repercussions that would follow suit when she was caught; if she was caught. Oh, whom was he kidding? The Ministry was completely incompetent...

Her jeers and taunts only caused him to see the image of his godfather falling through the Veil flash through his mind faster, a roar of anger escaping him as he closed in on her, his anger burning with a desire he had only ever felt in small amounts. It had happened before he even realised what he was doing, but her screams were music to his ears.

"Crucio."

Much to his surprise his voice had been soft, nearly uttering the unforgivable curse instead of shouting it like his mind had been willing him to do. Her screams were immensely satisfying, though nothing about the way she trashed on the floor truly made up for the lives lost to her wand.

After what was only a few seconds but felt like much longer he broke off the curse, vaguely aware of the lack of supervision he was under and the feeling it gave him — it was exhilarating. Finally there was no one to look over his shoulder and tap him on the fingers the moment he read about dark spells or the unforgivables. How did they expect him to fight the Dark Lord and his minions if he didn't know anything about dark spells? How did they think he could defend himself against the unknown?

He had scoffed at it then and he would scoff at it now. He focussed again when he noticed his mind was wandering and saw Bellatrix slowly sit up and pout at him, now if that wasn't a strange sight he didn't know what was.

"Itty bitty Potty throwing around dark curses, your parents must be so proud, Potter." He knew full well she was taunting him but he also noticed that she had felt the pain; the curse had worked. Her eyes were diluted and she was smirking widely, showing off her insanity as it were. Having gained such a reaction to pain, as if on a high, now there was something curious. Curious indeed.

He could also see the very subtle movements she made, edging towards the fireplace. She was going to try and escape, emphasis on try. His senses were on fire due to the use of the curse, the power that had flowed through him, and it had made him quite sensitive to his surroundings.

"Now Bella, where do you think you're going?" He asked in a condescending manner, smirking as he noted her surprise. "The party just barely started. Won't you stick around– petrificus totalus!" He shot the spell at her before she had the time to dodge and found herself frozen instantly, unable to move, as the Latin incantation suggested.

It was then that he felt it, a rush of energy similar to the one he had felt when casting the cruciatus curse but this time outside of his body, like a gust of wind brushing by. He felt his voice more than he heard it.

"Think of what she has done Harry. She doesn't deserve to live. You know the spell," His voice seemed to echo around Harry's mind, sending a shudder down his spine that had Voldemort chuckling, though surely he thought it was out of fear, rather than a very morbid sense of enjoyment. Harry had little doubt his eyes were as diluted as Bellatrix' were.

Still, he forced himself to calm down. Bellatrix would not be going anywhere without the petrification lifted despite the fact she was still very much conscious.

"Hello Tom," He said calmly, though he still felt his blood and magic thrum through his body at high speed. Naturally, greeting the Dark Lord with his former name caused a scowl on his snake-like face, although Harry could not see it. He remained with his back turned towards the Dark Lord despite the knowledge that any other would have used that position to run for the hills.

"I wonder, why is it you seem so ready to give up one of your best Death Eaters to me? I was under the impression she was one of the most faithful, and yet you are willing to let her die tonight... Why?"

This brought out a chuckle from the other, stepping closer to the boy wonder that had managed to escape him and survive time and time again.

"Because, Harry, there is so much more that I could offer you. Much more than those fools of the light,"

Harry scoffed; honestly, what did Voldemort think he was, a fool?

"Of course you could, there's no doubt about that. I do have a few questions for you, actually," He said, now turning to face the snake-faced lord.

"However I would appreciate it if we were given the chance to chat without the guise of a battlefield or the risk of being killed at any instant during the conversation, don't you?" He smirked a little; knowing the prospect of information might intrigue the Dark Lord enough to accept and Harry had no qualms whatsoever about releasing a few juicy titbits about the Order in the process. Voldemort raised a non-existent eyebrow at the proposal.

"A parley, how unexpected of you, Harry. Surely your guardians of the Light will disapprove." He returned, a small smirk of his own, sensing a very open change in the boy, something he had never noticed quite so prominently before.

"Is it really so unexpected I want to get some answers, Voldemort?" He asked, relaxing his stance although he was still very much on guard.

"They have no say over my actions, only Sirius ever did, being my legal guardian and all that." He glared in the direction of the door he had exited, knowing the rest of the 'light' was still fighting down there and he held no real love for most of them.

"Well then," Voldemort said, stepping closer. "I do believe it is time for our departure, unless we desire to be apprehended by undesired parties?" Harry simply nodded and stepped towards Bellatrix.

"I want her where I can keep an eye on her." He said blatantly, not even giving a damn about the fact he was basically ordering around the Dark Lord and most feared man of the Isles.

Voldemort, to his surprise, simply nodded and released her from the binding before ordering her to headquarters and to stay there. The way she smirked and bowed to him before disappearing made it obvious she did not expect repercussions. Harry was going to have to amend that misconception soon.

"Ah, now you don't think I would be leaving with you without having you swear a wizard's oath first, did you? Naturally, I will do the same. I'll even start," He almost purred out the last bit of his phrase, smirking at the impressed lord. It was obvious he had expected Harry to be more Gryffindor about this.

"I, Harry James Potter, do hereby swear upon my magic not to intentionally cause harm to one Tom Marvolo Riddle and his Death Eaters for the duration of our parley, unless provoked. So mote it be." He smirked broadly at the other, feeling quite smug with that. Harry was careful to leave open the chance to discuss titbits about their encounter with others, though he would never use this opportunity to reveal information to Dumbledore. The oath would not help occlude his mind if he tried. For now, all he had secured was safety during the parley, but that was all he needed.

"So mote it be." Voldemort finished, inclining his head before swearing the same oath and grabbing Harry's shoulder, apparating away just in time to escape that meddling old fool, Dumbledore.

Harry had caught a glimpse of the headmaster's arrival so he knew the necessity to get away, not to mention the Dark Lord had vowed on his safety so there was no reason to dawdle. When they arrived he found himself in an elegant study of dampened greens and silvers, though the occasional dark blue made its entrance as well. Despite having no idea where he was and having no way out he was hardly bothered and instead seated himself in one of the chairs by the desk, obviously leaving the main one to Voldemort. May the festivities begin.

Back at the Atrium, Albus Dumbledore stared in shock at what he had just seen, although he could barely believe it. Tom Riddle had just stood there in what had looked to be the last glimpse of a friendly chat before he had grabbed Harry's shoulder and apparated away. What was more puzzling to the old wizard was that Harry had not struggled; on the contrary, he had seemed completely willing to come along with the murderer of his parents.

This was definitely not good, nor was it what he had planned. How long had Harry been talking to Tom? Dumbledore was very aware of the similarities between the two and that Harry might as well have been a Slytherin, had it not been for his intervention. He could not— would not have the hope and beacon for the light turn dark. No, not at all. He would need to come up with a ruse for Harry's disappearance for now...

Harry being captured would make sense; Tom always did like to gloat, though he had been subtle about it in the past, far subtler than he was now. Naturally, everyone would fear for Harry's life but it was necessary for the greater good. He could not have that boy abandoning them for whatever reason it was now. He would need to find the boy, get the information from him and obliviate him; lest Harry were to tell them he had come with Tom willingly.

No, that would not go down well at all. He sighed, heading down to the Department of Mysteries to quickly and swiftly to get his people out of there, at least the children. The Order would deal with the Minister and get him to finally believe the Dark Lord was back; the captured death eaters would go a long way in helping them convince Fudge of that fact. He was such a fool for not believing Dumbledore when the man had told him, such a fool indeed. Ah, but he had his uses— for now.

Meanwhile at Riddle manor, Harry and Tom were making themselves comfortable with tea and a few snacks brought by the house-elves. After a quick scan that proved no potions or spells were used on the drink he took a sip.

"I must say, I was quite intrigued by your proposal, Harry. So unexpected indeed." The Dark Lord smirked, finding it very amusing to be sitting here, having a conversation with the Light's precious poster boy.

"Ah, but how else am I supposed to get some answers around here? After all, Dumbledore enjoys keeping people in the dark. If that's what he wants, that's where I'll go." He was smirking as well now. He could not deny the irony, or the adrenaline it caused, but why not chat with his enemy? He might just finally understand why all of this was happening to him.

Tom laughed at the statement. "Harry, Harry; what an interesting perception you've adopted indeed." He leaned back in his chair, setting his cup down. "Well then, be my guest, ask away," He would make sure the Potter boy would be unable to sprout any of this back to Dumbledore if this was a ploy to get information. Something told him it wasn't though. The old coot would never let his precious golden boy so far out of sight...

Harry simply nodded in acknowledgement before leaning forward. "Why did you attack my parents and I that night? The prophecy wasn't self-fulfilling. Honestly, I doubt I would have ever tried to kill you had I not been orphaned and put into this situation." Voldemort raised a missing brow at that.

"You know the full prophecy?" He asked, curious. Harry smirked. "Yes, but they don't know that and the prophecy was smashed in the ministry." With a small encouragement from Voldemort, Harry recited the prophecy and rested against his chair. "Why is it that the most powerful Dark Lord in this time goes after a mere baby and ends up as a wraith?"

Tom gained a thoughtful look and closed his eyes for a small moment, going over the information. It would have been useful to have known this beforehand.

"Ah, but does the prophecy still not state we must kill one another."

Harry shook his head. "I haven't had much time to think about it yet either but I don't think that's a must. Either way the prophecy is trying to cut away our free choice, while usually it is a directory of future struggles that must come to pass, right? Which means that probably at least part of the prophecy is fake, or we can negate it completely,"

Tom thought on that for a moment. Harry was turning out to be quite smart and even rather (dare he think it?) Slytherin.

"Neither can live while the other survives... Tell me your theory then," He said, making Harry feel unsatisfied with the information being played about; then again, this would most likely save his life.

"This is negated if we stop working against each other. I don't want to fight you. Honestly, the Ministry is a joke and for the best magic school in Europe, Hogwarts is remarkably lacking. The magical world needs something to shake things up and make them right. However, your little pureblood propaganda isn't quite going to be the solution. We are in a minority already."

Voldemort was silent for a moment before his cold laughter echoed around the room, sending a bit of a shiver down Harry's spine.

"Has the Gryffindor Golden Boy finally gone dark? What a precious moment indeed," He chuckled softly, smirking in almost a predatory way at the boy.

"Ah, but you misunderstand Tom, I've simply shed my skin." He smirked right back at the Dark Lord, actually finding the moment just as ironic as Voldemort did. After a small moment they grew serious again.

"You are willing to actually work beside me to conquer the magical community and improve it? I must say it is unexpected, but it will leave the light at a great disadvantage,"

Harry nodded, fully aware of that. "I want to learn, and not only what Dumbledore or the Ministry deems appropriate. There should be a way to cherish all magical blood and still reinforce blood purity. Then again, who's to say Muggleborns don't come from long lines of squibs? I doubt marrying your own family is going to do much good for keeping the old lines alive. Instead, you could actually give muggleborns an early introduction to magic so they are not completely clueless, give them a place in our world so that they are not ostracized and they will actually want to stay in the wizarding world, instead of leaving because of the way they are treated, thus endangering our secret."

Voldemort had to admit the boy had a point, but his followers would hardly be open to the idea, although something could surely be done. A little bit of adjusting to his plans would hardly matter in the grand scheme of things if he could fight more easily against the light. Harry's outside opinion might just be a very useful trump card indeed.

"Very well, we shall see. For now, I believe it is time to begin forming a plan of action." He set his cup down and focussed on what could be accomplished. As he had thought earlier, Harry could be very useful, if monitored properly. The boy was still a Gryffindor and a liability for now. "What are your intentions now?"

Harry took another sip of his tea before setting the cup down as well. "Simple, I'll be your agent within Hogwarts. I have better access to the students than Snape does and being the 'Golden Boy' gives me access to the Light and the Order of the Phoenix," He sneered briefly at the blasted nickname. "Anyway, I do believe we can form an accord and get something going. I'll have plenty to arrange behind Dumbledore's back anyway, considering I'll probably be in Sirius' will."

Voldemort raised a curious brow at that. "And you believe the old man will not tell you?" Harry scoffed yet again. "Since when does Dumbledore share information? No, he was even trying to keep me clueless about my own heritage. It's only because I had access to the Black library via Sirius that I even know about it," He glared at the wall before finding, much to his surprise, that Voldemort looked just as furious.

"The old man has some nerve denying any child their legacy." Voldemort growled out before smirking a little. "Ah, I do believe some of my Death Eaters will be more willing to accept you, would they know of this injustice." Harry simply, nodded, still pissed off.

"Oh, I think in that case they'll love to hear all about the fact that Dumbledore dumped me with magic-hating muggles my entire life. I didn't even know anything about magic until I turned eleven," He made it a point to glare at the wall because he was too furious to do much more at the moment, sarcasm ringing through his clipped words. He still had a lot of pent-up rage from that.

Tom inclined his head, knowing many pureblood families would be outraged about what had been done to the boy by the light, which would only give incentive for his follower base to grow, especially were it adapted to the benefit of muggleborns. With Harry there, they would easily draw them in and outnumber the light. Yes, this would work out marvellously indeed.

Harry took a breath and snapped out of his anger for now. "So, we've concluded what I can do for you… What will I be getting in return?"