Title: Blinded by Manipulation
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Main Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Kyros Hylton (OMC), Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Side Pairing(S): James Potter/Lily Evans, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley (One Sided)
Summary:
Harry Potter, The beloved Boy-Who-Lived, tired of people telling him how he should live his life. All he ever wanted was a family to call his own. Will he finally get what he desires? Trouble is brewing and a stranger bring a new but familiar face to the playing field.
Who is this new Blond?
Where did he come from?
Where did Draco go?
Lucius Malfoy learns the truth about his son in one of many cruel ways possible. Death. Who's death you ask? Wouldn't you like to know.
Blinded by Manipulation
Learning Truths
Harry Potter sat on his bed in the Gryffindor dorm thinking. He couldn't believe he had been so naive. He blindly believe everything Dumbledore told him. With what proof? He simply believe him because he was Headmaster. That he was was the leader of the light therefore could do no wrong? Harry sigh and held in face in his hands. Over the summer her heard nothing from his so called 'best friends'. He was worried out of his mind and they couldn't be bother to send a make matters worse, Harry overheard a conversation they had with the Headmaster who told them they needed to 'control Harry' and he raised the amount of money he was paying them. Outrageous! Harry slipped away during the summer to visit Gringotts.
Flashback
The raven haired teen's mouth widened in shock with the information he just overheard. Ron and Hermione were being paid to be his friends. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. The red headed boy ranted like the jealous prat he was about Harry and his money. Hermione didn't like how reckless Harry was and careless. Tears formed at the edges of the boy's emerald green eyes.
'Was anyone my friend? Did anyone like me?' He wondered.
Later that night, Harry sneaked out of his godfather's home and went to Gringotts.
"Excuse me. May I speak with Griphook. My name is Harry Potter."
The goblin sneered but led Harry to Griphook's office.
" I'd like a full inheritance test."
Griphook got out the parchment and sliver knife. He told Harry to drop five drop of blood on the paper. Within seconds, words appeared.
Name:
Harry James Potter
Parents:
James Charlus Potter (Deceased)
Lily Evans nee Potter (Deceased)
Godparents:
Alice Longbottom (Alive, Deemed Insane)
Frank Longbottom (Alive, Deemed Insane)
Sirius Orion Black (Alive)
Lordships and Heirships:
Potter
Preverell
Black
Gryffindor
Slytherin (By Conquest)
Ravenclaw
Hogwarts
Magic Core:
Grey
Abilities:
Metamorphmagus (100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Parsel Magic (90% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Parselmouth (70% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Wandless Magic (100% Blocked by Albus Dumbledore)
Animagus
Vaults:
Potter Family Vault
Potter Trust Fund Vault
Potter School Vault
Peverell Family Vault
Black Family Vault
Gryffindor Vault
Slytherin Vault
Ravenclaw Vault
Properties:
Potter Manor
Godric Hollow
12 Grimmuald Place
Ravenclaw Manor
Peverell Villa
Hogwarts
Slytherin Manor
Potions and Spells:
Love (keyed to Ginerva Weasley) - Given by Ginerva Weasley
Loyalty - Given by Albus Dumbledore
Forgetfulness - Given by Albus Dumbledore
Hatred (keyed to Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Tom RIddle aka Lord Voldemort, Slytherins) - Given by Albus Dumbledore
Compulsion (keyed to Albus Dumbledore) - Given by Albus Dumbledore
Marriage Contract:
To Ginerva Weadley - Written up by Albus Dumbledore (can be voided once adult or by magical guardian)
Harry was speechless. He didn't know what to say with that he just saw.
"Can I have a full cleansing? I can't believe he'd do this to me. Can I also look at transactions made from my account?"
Griphook showed the teen the transaction book and was surprised that Harry did not make as many withdraws as it stated.
"Do not worry Mr. Potter. I will get your money back. We do not like thieves." He gave a toothy grin which was downright terrifying.
The goblin began the process to get Harry fully cleansed of all the spells and potions in his system. It took about two hours to get rid of everything but the houcrux in Harry. Griphook explained what houcrux's were and why they were abominations. Using the one known, the goblin was able to create a map leading to the others since they were all connected in some way. Harry took noted that there were seven dots on the parchment meaning that there were seven houcruxs. Griphook was able to identify the different objects.
-Harry
-Slytherin's Locket
-Hufflepuff's Chalice
-Ravenclaw's Diadem
-Tom Riddle's Diary
-The Gaunt Family Ring
-Nagini (snake)
"That doesn't make any sense. I destroyed the diary in second year."
"This shows all known houcruxs he made. Even the destroyed ones."
Harry 'oh'ed and shifted his feet. Luckily the parchment also had the locations of the items.
"Do you know who created this method of finding houcruxs?"
"An American wizard. He wanted to save his friend from his impossible quest to live forever. That is the story the goblins wrote."
"Oh. Thank for the cleansing. Just charge my vault."
The teen parted ways with the goblin and headed by to 12 Grimmauld Place.
Flashback Over
The emerald eyed teen decided to continue playing along with Dumbledore's scheme. He began to notice things about his friends that he didn't before. Like how Ron would prevent anyone else from being near Harry and Hermione would treat everyone around her like their stupid. Honestly, he was kind of ashamed to call them friends.
The next night, Harry sneaked into the library to find more information on metamorphmagus. He wasn't surprised when he found very little on the subject. Sighing, he left the library under his invisibility cloak. He turned the corner and quickly hid. In front of him was Professor Snape and a man he had never seen before.
"Sev. How long are going to keep this up?" The stranger asked.
"Kyros you know I have to-"
"No don't give me that bullshit Sev. He shouldn't be forcing you to do this suicide mission."
"It's not a suicide mission."
"He will kill you if he finds out. You are already walking on thin ice. This will only make things worse. Why can't you tell the truth to the Potter boy then?"
"About what? The vow I made with his mother or the fact that Dumbledore isn't what he pretends to be."
"He going to get that boy killed and take all the credit for the Dark Lord's downfall. You can't let him do this."
"There isn't much I can do Kyros. Besides the boy hates me and I intend for things to stay that way."
"Ugh. Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?" The stranger, Kyros, shook his head and crossed his arms. "Fine you win."
Kyros walked towards a shadow in the corner. "Oh he's doing fine by the way. Misses you lots. He wants a mastery in Potions like you too." Then he disappeared into the shadows. Severus pinched his nose before walking back to his quarters.
Harry slumped against the wall digesting what he just listened to. 'Snape wanted me to hate him. But Why? And what was this vow between him and my mother? So many questions with no answers. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the Professor.' As quickly and sneakily as he could, Harry made it back to the dorms. All the other boys were asleep and Harry quickly followed.
The first half of the school passed relatively quickly. Harry began to exchange letters with an American wizard who he later found out was Kyros' son. The letter were random at first and strange however the American began to explain why he reached out to him. Even though seers are a rare thing here in Britain, there are quite a few in America. Damien, Kyros' son, told Harry how his friend predicted the death of a boy who matched his description. He explained that he did look for other boys but there is only one known boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. They wrote to each other til the holidays where Damien invited Harry over to celebrate muggle Christmas. Harry accepted not caring about what Dumblefuck had to say anymore. Or Hermione superior attitude. Or Ron's jealousy. They really needed to get over themselves. Kyros agreed to pick Harry up at Kings Cross Station. Harry removed all charms and tracking spells from his trunk and shrunk it. He snuck out and made it on the train before anyone even noticed he was gone.
"Are you Harry?"
The teen turned and found the man he saw before with the Potions Professor. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "What grows up while growing down?"
Kyros pondered on the question. "A goose. Muggle riddles?"
"Damien suggested it. Said you would know if it was really you."
"True. I do love muggle riddles. Let's go meet Damien."
Harry grabbed the adults arm as they apparated to the villa.
"Harry!" An olive skinned boy with red-brown eyes shouted from the doorway. "Hi!"
The two boys sat in the living room conversing while Kyros went to make dinner.
"Nice to actually meet you. I am Damien." He said with an American accent.
"Hello Damien. My name is Harry Potter." They shook hands.
"Let me show you what I mentioned in my last letters." Damien guided the Gryffindor to his bedroom. He pulled out a crystal. "American magical world is far more advanced than the British one. These are viewing crystals. They work like the video cameras muggles use. You would say Captis when you wish to record something, Vigilate Memoria is to watch what you recorded and Erado is to erase what's currently on the crystal."
"Interesting. So similar to a pensive?"
"Yeah. It's just easier for those who can't afford a pensive. Come here."
The duo sat on the bed and the olive skinned boy whispered the words to view whats on the crystal. An image appeared above the crystal.
A girl with electric blue hair walked into the image. "Hey Dai! How are you?"
"I'm great. How's Rebecca?"
"She's still predicting the worst. She was right about Mr. West's heart attack. It's so sad though."
"What is?"
"The fact that she could see the worst to come but can't prevent it. There isn't enough time to help."
"I'm surprised she hasn't gone insane yet. She broke down the other day and Raymond had to take her to the hospital."
The girl shook her head and sighed. She threw herself onto the couch. Keys jingled and the front door opened.
"Becca! You're ok!"
"Yes I am. Thank you for worrying Jessica. Hey Dai."
Damien waved and got her a glass of water. The trio chatted for about twenty minutes before Rebecca grabbed her head and moaned in pain. Jessica grabbed her friend's hand and gently pulled her into a hug.
"What do you see?"
"A boy. I think he is sixteen or seventeen. He has dark hair and beautiful emerald green eyes. There is a scar on his forehead. I think it's the shape of a lightning bolt."
"Where is he?"
"The forest. There lots of trees. There is a man with no nose. Almost snake like. There is a green light." She started to panic. "He killed the boy! He killed the boy!" Tears streamed down her face.
"Becca calm down." Jessica gave a reassuring hand squeeze. "What else?"
"A castle is destroyed. A giant is carrying the boy's body and...-"
"And?"
"Nothing. It's too fuzzy. Damien you have to do something. I have a feeling this is going to happen a year from now."
"I trust your gut. It hasn't been wrong before. I'll try to find the boy your talking about. The castle I think is Hogwarts. That might narrow things out." Damien tossed back a clear liquid. "I want you to focus on something else Rebecca. Do not stress yourself out over this. It will do no one any good."
The seer nodded and gulped down the last over her water. "I need a nap."
The image faded.
"Wow."
"I know. It took awhile to find you. I got a few copies of the British Daily Prophet. I saw the man she was talking about. Turns out she predicted the Boy-Who-Lived's death but something didn't feel right with me."
"What do you mean?"
Damien pointed at the scar. "That's a cursed scar. I can feel the dark magic from here. It reeks."
Harry subconsciously rubbed the scar. "I went to Gringotts and found out a piece of Voldemort's soul is me. Griphook called it a houcrux."
Red-brown eyes widen and his jaw dropped. "But-but-but...how...what.."
The emerald eyed teen chuckled at his new friend's antics. Suddenly his stomach growled. Harry blushed in embarrassment.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Hungry boys?"
"YES!"
Damien ran out of the room to the dinning room with Harry walking behind him. The trio sat down and ate lunch talking about their lives. For once, Harry felt normal. No weight on his shoulders. No overbearing 'friends'. No one treating him like he was stupid. No jealousy. Harry smiled. 'I wish things could stay like this. No war. No saving the world. Just Harry not the Boy-Who-Lived.'
