Author's note: Hi! The idea for this fanfic just kinda popped into my head. It's not that good but hopefully, with your helpful advice and reviews, I can improve on my writing. I dislocated my knee the other day and my leg is in a cast so I've been writing on my phone so please excuse grammatical, spelling or formatting errors. I'll correct them as soon as I can. Please review and if it wouldn't take too much of your time, could you please read my other fanfics and tell me on how to improve on those as well? Pretty please? :3 Thanks so much for reading!
Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, hands clasped together. Severus Snape had sent an owl an hour before, saying he had important information about Lord Voldemort and the Potters' death. His letter seemed to be written hastily and angrily, several holes in the paper where he had pressed the quill too hard.
Dumbledore was completely confused. Lily and James Potter were killed by Lord Voldemort 14 years ago. Lord Voldemort had tried to kill their fifteen month old son, Harry, but the Killing Curse rebounded, killing himself instead. Harry was then known as the The Boy Who Lived. He was already about to start his fifth year at Hogwarts. Every witch and wizard alive knew this. What else was there to add about their deaths?
There was definitely a lot of information about Lord Voldemort to be added, however. He had been reborn the previous year and Severus returned to his side as a spy, providing all available information to Dumbledore and The Order.
Dumbledore sighed. He was starting to grow impatient. If it was that important, he needed to know now. It was already midnight.
Finally, his fire place lit up and Severus stepped out, looking simply furious and frustrated.
"Potter... Alive... Wasn't his body..." Severus panted, clutching his chest.
"My dear boy, what are you talking about? Of course Harry is alive." said Dumbledore. He walked towards Severus and held his arm, supporting him up.
"Not him. That James Potter.He is alive." Severus said, shaking with anger.
"But, Severus, how is that possible? And why, exactly, is this a bad thing? I know you never liked him but-"
Severus just walked over to the headmaster's pensieve, raised his wand to his head and seemed to pull out a silvery liquid-like substance and dropped it into the pensieve.
Severus looked over to Dumbledore, raising an eyebrow as if to say "Well? Go on then."
Dumbledore sighed and walked over to the pensieve, submerged his head into it and plummeted to the bottom. He found himself in a dimly lit room and standing in front of him was Lord Voldemort. He looked around the room and saw only two other people. Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange . Severus entered the room quietly, bowed to Voldemort and said "You wished to see me, my Lord?". His eyes flickered over to Lucius and Bellatrix.
"Ah Severus, so glad you could join us. As I was saying to Lucius and Bellatrix, you three have been very useful servants to me despite the one or two failures," his piercing glare moved to Lucius who flinched slightly before continuing. "And I suppose I can trust you all to not repeat what I am about to reveal."
Severus and Lucius looked slightly stunned as they muttered "Yes, my Lord." but Bellatrix looked completely eager and somewhat bloodthirsty.
"As you all know, on the night of my supposed 'downfall', I killed Lily and James Potter. Or at least, it looked like I killed them."
The others in the room had a look of utter confusion on their face. Dumbledore, however, had a grave expression on his face.
Voldemort began to speak in Parseltongue and Nagini slithered into the room, a hooded figure following close behind.
"I would like you all to meet Prongs."
The figure slowly pulled down his hood. It was James Potter.
Dumbledore looked at Severus. His mouth was opened in shock and his onyx eyes filled with pain.
James smirked at Severus.
"Well, hello there Sni-" James sneered.
"Don't you dare, you arrogant bastard!" Severus interrupted in a tone that could turn milk sour.
"Severus, Prongs, leave your childish arguments for another time. They might be entertaining but it's rather time consuming. Now, where were we? Ah, you see, Prongs here has been a Deatheater since the first time I approached him. That foolish Mudblood, of course, was not so Prongs' true loyalties were kept in secret."
Voldemort was now glancing at Severus who had noticeably flinched at what Lily was called. He continued, still looking in his direction.
" The body found was not his but the body of Evan Rosier under Polyjuice Potion. Prongs has been hiding in Animagus form ever since. No one has suspected anything. He shall be very useful. We shall use him as a way to break Harry Potter."
And the memory ended. Dumbledore found himself back into his office, staring into the pale face of Severus Snape.
"This is going to kill Harry. Should we tell him?" Severus asked, voice shaking.
"He will find out eventually. It will be better if he finds out from us." Dumbledore replied gravely. "But we should not tell him yet. He is still greatly affected by what happened before term ended."
It was still hard to talk about what happened. Cedric Diggory was killed. Voldemort was reborn. Most of his servants returned. The second wizarding war had begun.
"The thing is, how do we tell him?"
Little did they know, Harry was lying awake in cold sweat, still shaking over his latest dream and only one thought could be formed in his mind.
My father is a Death Eater.