(Up date from My sweet prince.)

It was the 30 of July, and Harry was warped up in his thread bare blanket shivering for the last week he has been feeling cold and he didn't understand. At first he thought it was him but then as he saw others in the street warped up in thick hoodies and coats he knew it wasn't just him. He wondered if there was a couple of Dementors nearby but then they wouldn't be the cause of a snow storm in July.

However odd things have been happen, first there was the day of darkness because of the eclipse that was the day he left Hogwarts for the summer. At the time he thought it was odd but he was grieving for his godfather and listening to his Uncle yell at him for freaky things. Then there was floods all over the word and from what he heard about the wizarding word Dumbledore was being blamed and he wondered why the headmaster being blamed for these odd things. Now there is a snow storm his uncle blamed Harry and started to punish him harder for it. He sighed and looked out the window as the snow fell and laid on top layer of the old snow. It was now the countdown to his birthday. The clock was read 23:00 he had an hour to go…maybe I should sleep Sirius and Remus both said some inheritance come a year early…he thought as he pulled himself away from the window and slipped onto the lump bump mattress.

Just as his head hit the pillow he heard the lock on his door click open, he bolted up right pulling his wand from the bed frame and pointed it at the door. His heart hammering in his chest at the thought of who it could be, he knew his cousin has gotten to touchy feely and his uncles lingering stares have freaked him out. …I'm not afraid to curse them… he thought. The door open a jar and all was quiet the house wasn't making sound just his whale uncle snoring like a drill from down the hall. Harry didn't like this the playing games with him. Uncurling himself from the bed and letting the holy blanket fall to the floor he stood up facing the door Harry felt his mouth become dry as he tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

Then something fell thought the open gap and rolled along the floor and stopped in front of him, it looked like a remembrall but it was black and smooth all over. He toed it and watched it roll away before rolling back away to him like it was nudging his feet. Biting his bottom lip Harry hesitantly bend down and picked it up and watched as the black ball turns gold like a snitch but as he turned it over he saw it an engraving of a rose. "What the…" He words were stopped as pink mist bloomed out of the roses pours and into his face and Harry was froze to the thought of what the mist could be doing. After a moment he started to feel very sleepy and his eyes lids dropped as he fraught to keep them open as he was the bed room door open in front of him to the Dark Lord

"Happy birthday my prince." He smile as Harry dropped into his arms.

The Dark Lord looked down at the boy slumped in his arms, the golden ball had fallen to the ground and now laid there innocently. Using wandless magic the golden ball lifted up off the ground and dropped into the man's pocket as said Dark Lord moved Harry so he could carry him out the room. He was greet by Severus and Lucius who was stood waiting for him "Did it turn gold?" The Potion master asked

"The orb is in my pocket." Severus moved closer and reached into the pocket and pulled it out and both Lucius and Severus gasped at the golden orb

"We found him? After all this time we found him." The blonde said with a smile on his face

"Clam yourself Lucius we may remember who this young man is but he won't know anything of his inherits and it will take time for him to see us in differently light." They all nodded as Severus conjured up a warm fluffy blanket and placed over the boy

"I think we will need the last of the Royal Guards help." Severus said with a soft smile as he touched the boy's head rubbing the fake scare pushing away the magic that made it "Dam old food he used a strong glamour for this scar."

"We better go." Voldemort said as he turned towards the doors.

At 23.35 Dumbledore sat in his offices rubbing his temple feeling his head bang like two bludgers playing ping bong in his head. He had taken a potion for his head ache but it wasn't working he was getting ready to go to bed when he heard something rattle and shake and as he looked around his private office. He see in the golden cabinet a golden orb rattle leaning on the desk he stares at it unwilling to touch the orb in fear of the power it held. A minute passed before it seem the golden orb got inpatient and smashed thought the glass and right at Dumbledore.

The old man raised his hands to stop the orb from harming him but it burn his hand "Gaaaah!" The white haired wizard held as he held his hand flinging the orb away from him as it dropped itself to the ground. Before and ghostly image appeared in front of him James Potter

"Surrexit line will not end, you can't stop him from remember once his inheritance hit." The ghostly image said before it faded

"I still have another year!" Dumbledore yelled as he watched the orb disappear. "I still have a year!"

The next day…

He rubbed his face against the pillow as he started to come to the smell of warm cinnamon and cloves and he realised he was on a soft comfortable bed and he was warm. But as his mind started to wake he notices his body ached and his head throbbed. Then he remembered the golden ball and the Dark Lord…then why do I feel warm and safe…he thought as he sat up with eyes wide open and held his head at moving so fast "Urrrh!" He moaned before he looked up at the room and blinked in shocked "Where am I?" He whispered as he slipped out of the bed and found that he was wearing gorgeous plum PJ's. He reached to the bed side table and pick up his glasses and put them on to make the room come into focus.

He spent an hour looking around the room it was large like the Gryffindor common room he notices the sheets were a rich red and gold bed sheets and curtains that warp around the large bed posts. There was three book shelfs covered with books and other items and a large fire place that decorated in small leaves that circled a wolf, a dog and a stag and it made the boy blink at the animals but the four one wasn't a rat but a fox. Kneeling down he looked at the fox and then reached out and touched it and all he could think of is Lilly.

"They are the Royal Guard." Came the voice, Harry pushed himself up quickly and looked in shock at the dark haired man standing in the room with him. He didn't hear the man walk into the room but as Harry watched him he saw the scarlet eyes

"What is this?" Harry shouted, he waved at the beautiful room the dark haired teen was shocked to find himself in the cold dank dungeon once he released that he was speaking to the Dark Lord "What is going on? What do you want?" Harry asked as he stood there facing the older wizard. Voldemort stood there tall and proud wearing a muggle suit his hair was black and slick and styled.

"What I want is for my prince is to be safe." He said softly, Harry frowned and looked at him with a dark look.

Prince?" He asked

"I know Dumbledore never told you and he tried his best to keep it from you. But you are a prince of an old powerful wizarding family and you are their only heir. Dumbledore had them killed but you were already given to the Potter who were your guardians along with Remus and Sirius." Harry was frozen to the spot taking in everything the dark wizard was saying.

Tom could see the confusion in the boy's eyes he pulled out his wand and waved to make a full lengthen mirror appear. Again Harry jumped and looked to see the mirror and blinked in shock at the boy looking back at him. For a moment he didn't recognised his own reflection and his eyes looked back from the Dark Lord and then to his reflection. "W…What?" He asked

"It's your inheritance it kick in last night at midnight." Harry saw that his face was different the changes were massive but they still made him look different. However he did notices the pointy ears

"I'm and elf?" Harry gasped as he looked up at Tom who was still smiling softly at him

"Partly, your real Father was a dark elf and your mother was a High Witch they look more angelic."

He wanted to believe him something inside of him screamed at him to believe him but he couldn't not after everything that has happen over the last 6 years "Y…you lying I'm no prince and Lilly and James were my mother and father that you killed!" He cried out as he felt tears run down his face.

"Harry please I know what I am saying is unbelievable, but Dumbledore changed people's memories blocked other and tried to make those who really care about you want to harm you…" The teen shook his head as he felt tears run down cheeks

"No no no you're lying!"

"He is telling the truth Harry." The boy looked around to see Remus walking through the bed room door.