Author's Note: I'm hoping for 1000 to 2000 word chapters for this story, but the longer the chapters are the longer it takes me to update. So I'll let you my reviewers decide. Short chapters: I'll hopeful update every other week. Long chapters: I'll hopeful update every two to three weeks maybe longer. (I will be jumping between Harry and his parents) Thoughts.

Disclaimer: I might bring in a character or two but for now, I own nothing.

Summary: Harry knows Dumbldore knows something, but he doesn't know what. So now the summer before Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, Harry plans to confront his Headmaster. The only problem is that Dumbldore has other plans.

Prologue: Secrets Revealed:

The sun was just peeking from behind the houses of Privet Drive as a fifteen year old boy walked down the drive of Number Four. The wind blew the boy's black hair as he did some light stretching before he starting jogging down the street. If anyone had been up they would have seen that the same boy jogged every morning, but he always took a different route.

After in hour jog the boy returned to Number Four. Walking up the boy noticed that his uncle's car was still in the drive. (This can't be good) The boy thought as he walked in the door. Sure enough less than two minutes after he walked in the boy heard his uncle bellow his name. (No this can not be good at all) he thought as he walked into the living room. "What is the meaning of this?" The boy's uncle yelled waving a letter in the boy's face.

"Don't know Uncle Vernon." The boy said.

"Well, why don't you open it and find out." Vernon roared as he shoved the letter into the boy's hands. Opening it the boy read…

Dear Mr. Potter,

I know when we last parted we parted on bad terms, but I'd like to start anew. You said when we last talked that you didn't want to be left in the dark. So if you would agree to meet with me, I'd like to tell you something that just came into the light. I can't tell you anymore; within this letter but if you agree to meet with me at Miss. Figgs' house in an hour. I'll tell you all that I know on the subject and try to answer your questions. Take care, Harry.

Your Truly, Albus Dumbldore

"Well…" Uncle Vernon hissed.

"My Headmaster wants to meet with me." Harry said.

"Your Headmaster huh." Uncle Vernon said.

"Yes" Harry replied.

"Fine." Uncle Vernon said as he turned and walked into the kitchen. Harry stood there for a second before he went up to his room. After feeding Headwig his snowy owl, Harry sat down to write his repay to Dumbldore.

Dear Dumbldore,

I will accept your offer to meet.

Your, Harry

After he finished his letter to Dumbldore and sent it with Headwig. Harry had a quick shower then went downstairs to cook breakfast. Harry grabbed a slice of toast and left to go to Miss Figgs' house. Walking down the street Harry began to wonder what Dumbldore wanted to tell him.

Harry walked up to the door of Miss. Figgs' house and knocked. Miss. Figg answered and quickly told him to come in and that Dumbldore was waiting in the study for him. Harry walked to the back of Miss. Figgs' house and knocked o the study door. "Come in." Harry heard Dumbldore call. Harry walked in and sat down on one of the chairs in the room as Dumbldore turned toward him. "Harry, I'm glad you came.

"What is it that you wanted to tell me head master?" Harry said.

"Straight to the point it is I see. Well what I want to tell you is about you parents." Dumbldore said the twinkle in his eyes slowly being replaced by sadness.

"My parents?" Harry said.

"Yes your parents Harry, you see when they heard Voldemort was coming after them to get you, they did the one thing I hoped they wouldn't." Dumbldore said softly.

"What did they do?" Harry asked dreading the answer.

"They made a deal with Voldemort. The deal was that they'd go with him if he left you alone; but as you know all to well that deal was broken. Which means your parents are free to leave, but now Voldemort won't let them and is planning on using them against you, Harry." Dumbldore said sadly.

"Can't you get them out?" Harry asked.

"That what we're going to try and do. Snape is working on getting their location as we speak." Dumbldore answered. Harry nodded slowly. (His parents were alive, but they were trapped in Voldemort's clutches. Who knew if they were sane or not, they could be dieing, alone on a cold cell floor, slowly bleeding to death.) "Harry are you ok?" Dumbldore asked.

"I'm fine, just a little shocked that's all." Harry answered hiding his face in his hands trying to keep the tears from flowing. Dumbldore got up slowly and walked over to his young student. Kneeing down beside him Dumbldore pulled Harry into a hug whispering softly that it well be all right. Harry finely let himself cry for everything he'd been though. Dumbldore just held him slowing rubbing his back and whispering words of comfort.

With James and Lily

The sound of the door being throw open was what woke Lily Potter from the restless sleep she been in. Looking up she saw someone being thrown into the cell. She knew who it was even in the darkness of the cell. As the body hit the floor with a resounding crunch Lily winced. "James." She said her voice cracked as she slowly pulled herself toward her husband. Fear gripped her when she was finely close enough to see him clearly.

James' robes or at least what was left if them were soaked in blood. His breathing was labored. Lily would have tried to stop the bleeding but a cold voice echoed from the door, "Your turn missy." Right before some one grabbed her and roughly drug her out the door. That last thing she saw before the door was slammed shut was a clocked figure forcing a potion down her husband's throat.

Author's Note: There's the first chapter is done. The second should be up in about two weeks I hope. Please review. Woodsmaster2