Summary: Harry discovers secrets long kept hidden. What will he do when the truth is finally revealed? Contains Dark!Harry and Good!Slytherins. HPDM. Rated for later chapters.
A/N: This story takes place after sixth year, but disregards GoF.
Harry was starting to get pissed off. Ever since he had entered Diagon Alley an hour earlier, he had been getting looks of shock and disbelief. It was as if they thought that just because he was Harry Potter he couldn't act like a normal fucking teenager. Well, maybe not normal.
Over the summer, Harry had decided that he was finally going to let his true colors show. He was sick of being the Gryffindor Golden Boy. He couldn't wait to see the reactions on the faces of his so called friends when they saw him. The green and silver streaks in his hair accompanied by an entirely new wardrobe from a most remarkable store in muggle London would be shocking enough (although he thought that Seamus might appreciate the chains-dirty boy), but the seven piercings and five tattoos might throw them over the edge.
'I really hope that they go absolutely fucking insane. Maybe if they're crazy they won't bother me anymore.' Harry thought to himself. 'And with any luck that barmy old coot and dried up hag will have heart attacks. Heh heh.' (A/N: anyone who couldn't figure out that these are Dumbledore and McGonagall is just silly!)
Harry had taken some time that summer to think about everything that all of his "friends and supporters" had done. Funnily enough, the catalyst had been a letter from Malfoy. The memory alone was still enough to make Harry's eyes flash dangerously, and people on the street backed away from his fury.
Flashback
Harry was sitting on his bed in his tiny room at the Dursley's. His "family" had been warned not to bother him this summer, as he was ever so important to the war effort. The Dursley's had ignored him now for an entire week. And Harry was bored. He had been feeling restless, as if there was someplace he was supposed to be, but he didn't know where or why.
Harry's musings were interrupted by a pecking at his window. A black owl was waiting impatiently for him to open it. Surprised and uncertain, he slowly got off the bed. 'Who's sending me an owl? The order still doesn't tell me anything, and that's not Ron's.' Thought Harry as the bird swooped in. As soon as the letter attached to its leg was gone, the owl took off. 'Huh,' thought Harry, 'guess whoever this is from doesn't expect an answer.'
Cautiously, Harry broke the seal on the letter. A small ring fell out and before he could think about it, Harry's hand swept out to catch it. As he felt a familiar tugging sensation around his naval, his only thought was, 'Oh shit.'
When Harry landed, his glasses conveniently flew off of his face. 'Damn it, that's all I need right now.' He was just about to panic when he felt a hand press the familiar wire frames onto his face. As his vision cleared, he followed the hand up to the owner's face. White hair with grey eyes could only mean one person. But, if this was Malfoy, why did he look so different? His hair wasn't gelled back, instead falling loose around his ears, and it had green tips! Not to mention, Malfoy's precious face was dotted with piercings! Harry had thought that Malfoy would never do anything to disturb the supposed perfection that was his face. He could only think of one thing to say to all of this.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes Harry, it's me. Although I would prefer if you would call me Draco. It is my name after all." Draco replied.
"What?" Asked Harry, "Since when do you call me Harry, and why do you want me to call you Draco? Oh, and while you're at it, why do you look like that?"
"Look Harry, we don't have time for this right now, just take these and grab the portkey again. You haven't got much time." Draco handed Harry a pensieve and 4 vials filled with a shining silver…something. "Each of the vials has a memory in it. Just look at them, and if you want more answers, then grab onto the portkey and say, 'portus.' It'll bring you back here. If you do come back, you can bring your stuff if you want." With that, Draco handed Harry the ring. The pulling sensation began again, much to Harry's shock.
When Harry looked around, he was back in his bed at the Dursley's. At first he thought that it had all been a really weird dream, but then he noticed the pensieve and vials on the bed. 'Oh,' he thought, 'so it was real. Oh well, memories can't hurt me, right?' With that, Harry took the vial labeled "1" and poured the memory into the pensieve. Without further hesitation, he placed a finger in the liquid, and was pulled into the memory.
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Harry looked around to see where he was. It took no time at all to figure out that he was in the headmaster's office. It was easily recognizable after all. Dumbledore was facing two young children, and all Harry could see of them over the backs of their chairs was their hair. One had flaming red hair, and the other's was brown and bushy. 'Ron? Hermione? I wonder what I'm supposed to see here,' Harry thought.
Harry didn't have to wait long for his answer, as Dumbledore began to talk. "Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, thank you for coming to see me. I wanted to thank you. You did a fine job keeping Mr. Potter out of Slytherin. The whole time the sorting hat was on his head he was muttering 'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.' It was all I could do not to laugh out loud."
"Yes, well he was easy enough to sway," said Ron. "The idiot's so starved for attention that all I had to do was sit with him and he wanted to be my best bloody friend."
"Indeed," added Hermione, "I can see that it won't take much for me either. I plan on doing what you've said, and will gain his sympathy soon enough, and then it's a short step onto friend. I was wondering however, why exactly you want us to even bother with this fool."
"Well, for now all I can say is that he is necessary to keep Voldemort from returning to power. Just continue to keep Harry away from any type of Slytherin influence. I have a plan for this year which will ensure that he begins to become accustomed to playing the hero. I'll continue to check in with you to make sure that he is progressing well enough. For now, you two need to return to your dormitories and get some rest."
"Yes sir."
"Goodnight sir."
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Harry didn't even realize he was crying until a few teardrops landed on his bed. Ron and Hermione were only his friends because Dumbledore told them to be. Dumbledore had set up everything in his first year, and likely the other years as well. Harry was just a pawn to them, something to be used against Voldemort. Harry would have thought that the memory was false, but he had been taught how to recognize that, and by Dumbledore no less! Harry didn't feel like he could feel much worse right now, so he figured that he might as well get the other memories out of the way.
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Snape rushed into the headmaster's office, where the headmaster was talking with professor McGonagall. "Albus! What is wrong with Harry? He looks like he's been starved his entire life, and he got sorted into the wrong house! You promised me that he would be safe with his aunt and uncle, not that he would be underfed. And we both know that there is no place a Potter belongs other than Slytherin. Both of his parents were in that house, not to mention everyone else in his family."
"Severus, be calm. There is nothing wrong with Harry. He looks underfed because he would often refuse to eat what his aunt gave him. And he was sorted into Gryffindor because he requested to be put anywhere other than Slytherin, according to the sorting hat."
"What! Albus, what kind of nonsense is this? What did you say to him to make him make that kind of decision? And I won't believe that Harry would refuse so much food to make him look like that! The boy attacked his dinner as though he hadn't eaten in a week!"
Dumbledore sighed. "Well then, if you're not going to play along, I'm afraid that I'll have to make you do so. Imperio! I'm sorry Severus, but this is for the greater good. Now go, and make sure that all your little Slytherins hate young Mr. Potter."
Snape walked out of Dumbledore's office calmly, and Dumbledore sighed. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on him. Oh well, he won't be able to break my spell. Harry needs to hate Slytherins. It is essential for my plans. If Harry is to kill Voldemort he mustn't find out the truth."
McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a strange look. "Was that really necessary Albus? Couldn't you have just obliviated him?"
"I'm afraid not Minerva. If I had, then I would have had to make him forget too much of his life, and I don't have the power to create an entirely new life for him. This was the only way to ensure his cooperation."
"If you say so Albus." Replied the professor, as the scene faded around Harry.
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"Holy shit! Snape actually likes me! He's under the Imperius curse? What the fuck is going on?" Harry had gone from miserable to livid. Not only had Dumbledore handpicked his fake friends, he had used and unforgivable on a teacher to make sure that Harry would play right into the old coot's hands! And McGonagall, his own head of house was in on it all! These memories were opening Harry's eyes, and he was only halfway done with them. Harry picked up the third vial, and dumped it in the pensieve. He had to get to the bottom of this right away.
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Harry found himself in Snape's office. Snape was sitting at his desk when Draco walked in.
"Hey uncle Severus, what's wrong with Harry? You told me that he'd be nice, and that he'd be in Slytherin." Draco said.
"Harry Potter is a blood traitor. He is arrogant and idiotic. No matter what he is told, he refuses to believe that his parents were in Slytherin. He seems to believe that all those in Salazar's great house are evil."
"What? That doesn't sound right. Maybe I should talk to him. I could show him the pictures you gave me of you and his parents, maybe that'll help."
"His relatives have been trying to show him for years. He would just lash out at them, and refuse to eat. The Harry Potter we have known in our thoughts has never been. I want you to show this new person no mercy."
"But uncle Sev, won't that just make him hate us more?"
"Draco, this is the only way. There is no hope for him. He has turned his back on us, and he must be punished for it. The Gryffindor Golden Boy must be taught not to turn his back on a serpent's nest."
"All right uncle Sev, if you say so. He'll be treated the same as the other Gryffindorks."
"Good. Now go, you need your rest."
"Night uncle Sev."
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Harry didn't even stop to think as he poured the fourth and final memory into the pensieve.
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Harry had no idea where he was. Judging from the crowd gathered though, he knew it was a Death Eater meeting. After all the times he'd seen them in his dreams, it was kind of hard not to know. It seemed to be at an end though, because the Death Eaters were beginning to apparate away. Soon, only two were left. Voldemort, sitting on his "throne" raised an eyebrow at them.
"Malfoy, Snape, is there some reason that you stayed?"
Malfoy bowed down and said, "Forgive me my lord. I have come to believe that something is wrong with Severus. I kept him here by using the body bind. Recently, he has been acting as though he were fighting against something, and I though that you may be able to help him. I am sorry if this is too presumptuous of me, lord."
"Not at all Malfoy. You two are my most valuable followers. If you believe that something is amiss, it bears investigation." Voldemort pulled out his wand and muttered something. Whatever it was, the result made him straiten in his chair. "Someone has had him under the Imperius curse for almost six years now. Well, this won't do." With a flick of his hand and a muttered, "finite Incantatum," Voldemort released Snape from the curse.
Malfoy immediately released the body bind, and Snape collapsed to the ground, sobbing. "I'm so sorry my lord. I fought against it every day, but I couldn't break free. Dumbledore was too strong."
"Why would that miserable old man put you under the Imperius curse Snape?" asked Voldemort.
"He didn't want me to tell anyone the truth about Harry. My lord, the boy has been lied to his entire life. He has been told that his parents were in Gryffindor, and that Slytherins are all evil! He thinks that you killed his parents! He…he…"
"Enough, Snape. Open your mind to me and I shall see the rest." For a moment the two men were still. When he was through, Voldemort looked at the two men in shock and sorrow. "Severus, go home and rest. Malfoy, contact your son and bring him here immediately. We must rectify this situation."
The two men bowed and left with small pops.
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Harry was numb. He got off of his bed and packed all his school things. After writing a short note to the Dursleys, he grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage in one hand, and the portkey in the other. With a whispered, "portus," Harry Potter disappeared from number 4 Privet Drive, never to return.
A/N: So what do you think? Please let me know. First timer, so please be gentle. Flames are welcome too.