Summery; Harry Potter had always been good at hiding. Himself, his secrets. So when his life is spread before the eyes of all who trusted him, what will he do?
A/N: Hey guys! Rowan again, attempting once more to start a multi-chaptered fic! This is rated M for high levels of angst, including mentions of attempted suicide, all sorts of child abuse, evil!Dumbledore, and all sorts of weasely!bashing. Not all the Weaselys will be subject to the heavy fist of my twisted mind, but there will be large amounts of betrayal here. This is tissue stuff guys. (Or at least, I hope. ;) This is just an introduction to see who's into it. I'd like at least 5 reviews before I put up anything else, as well as any suggestions you guys might have!
Sorry about the re-post, I accidentally put up the un-edited doc. ^^;
Enough of me rambling, have at thee!
If you were to walk into Umbridge's office on the eve of Halloween, you would see something highly unusual.
By this, of course, I do not mean the lack of student in her office during a free period-though that was unusual in and of itself-but this was something even more horrifying.
Umbridge was reading. Books. Stacks of them.
Because, you see, Dolores Umbridge, Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, had found herself a project. Now usually, she would simply get someone else to do her research for her. However, this was a special project. She was looking for a way to reveal the life story of someone, and all their lies with it.
No ordinary lies. Lies that ran so deep, it would throw her world into chaos and have effects such as none could know.
But she was not to know this. For her, Voldemort was dead, had been dead since the Halloween 15 years prior, and the only lies were those of the mask she hunted down.
She needed something that would reveal him, show the world that the boy that stood against her was not only spilling lies about the Dark Lord having returned, but about everything else. Something to prove that he was just as insane and disturbed as she had always protested.. Something that would force him to confess to every wrong doing he had committed, and would turn the wizarding world against him. Then, yes only then, would she have her victory.
It had taken many days of searching before she found what she was looking for.
And when she did, her glee was such that it took a long time before she calmed enough to make use of it.
And make use of it she did.