Startling Truth

Chapter one: A New Beginning

Harry Potter walked glumly down the alleyway between Wisteria Walk and Magnolia Crescent, he always went here when he was feeling glum, and something about this place just made him feel worse, almost as if the dementors were still here, but that was perfectly fine with him. He didn't want to feel happy, what was there to feel happy about? It was the first day of the summer term of his 7th and final year, which meant he wouldn't see his friends or Hogwarts for another three months. Dumbledore was dead, Sirius was dead. Why would he want to feel happy, there was nothing left for him.

He had to be home very soon, or his aunt and uncle would make his life even more miserable than it already was, and that was saying something. He didn't really care if they got mad, he just wanted to be left alone this summer, and he had enough on his mind not to have to deal with them.

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to realize he had reached his destination. Just as he was about to walk strait into the door it was torn open and an enormous beefy man stood were the door had been just moments ago.

"You boy, where have you been? Dudley was home ages ago."

Well of course he was. Harry thought smartly. He never stays out past dark anymore, not since the incident that happened nearly two years ago.

"We've had to sit in the living room waiting for you. With those… those… freaks just staring at us. They've come to see you, probably to arrest you or something. God only knows that's all your worth. Well go on don't just stand there go talk to them. I don' want them here any longer than possible." Uncle Vernon then turned and huffed his way back into the living room.

Harry was so excited he wanted to push past him in rush into the living room. He had new hope. Maybe he wouldn't have to spend the summer at the Dursley's after all. He sincerely hoped that it was the Weasley's, here to whisk him away to their home, away for this place forever.

When he finally reached the room he was puzzled by the sight that met his eyes. There was nothing strange about the way aunt Petunia was standing in the corner protectively, with Dudley cowering behind her, or the fact that there was a Wizarding couple sitting on the perfectly starched couch. What was strange was the fact that he had no recollection what so ever of whom these people were.

But they seemed to know him for as soon as he walked into the room they smiled brightly at him. As they stood up to address him the man spoke.

"Hello Harry. It's so good to see you. Why don't you sit down we have something very important to tell you. And I believe you will want something slid between you and the floor when you learn this."

Harry was filled with a sense of dread when he heard this, but he did as the kind man said. When Harry was seated the man turned and addressed the Dursley's.

"Would you please leave us alone with the boy? We have a personal matter to address with him." Vernon Dursley's looked very skeptical about the fact that these wizards were going to be alone in his living room, but he complied, not wanting to anger them. As soon as they were out of the room the man raised his wand and cast a silencing charm and locked all the doors, obviously this was something they did not want the muggles over hearing.

"Now Harry, I'm sure you have many questions, but I ask that you wait till I am finished to ask them." Harry nodded and the man continued. "Alright. Everything you have been told concerning voldemort and your self is a lie. The prophesy, him killing your parents, everything." At this a million questions were rushing through Harry's head. But as he opened his mouth to speak the man held up his hands and said, "Harry, please. I know you're confused but you must let me finish. However there is a connection with you and Voldemort. There was a prophesy made but it was not that you would kill him, but that, if he were to raise you as his own, you would join him nad fight side by side, unable to be contained by anyone. The night you were separated from your parents, the night Voldemort came looking for you; he cast a spell on you.

"He did not try and kill you, but he put a spell on you connecting the two of you, intertwining your powers and abilities. That is why you have some of his qualities; part of him lives in you. Now your are no probably wondering one thing, are your parents alive then and the answer is yes, we are." With that said the Man and Women both reached out and grasped hold of his hands. When this happened a bright white blue light shot out of there intertwined fingers. They were surrounded by this light and Harry felt a slight tingling in his eyes. When the light subsided Harry was staring into the face of his parents. When he saw this Harry was so over whelmed with so many different emotions that he fainted.

Harry was being shaken awake. "Harry, Harry darling, wake up. Come on sweet heart wake up."

Harry was very confused as to why his aunt Petunia was speaking to him in such an endearing way, normally she hit him on the head with a broom stick from the door way and bellowed at him to get his lazy ass out of bed. When he opened his eyes and saw the smiling faces of his parents he thought he as still lingering in a dream, but not for long, as the events of earlier that day flooded back to him. His head swayed slightly as he tried to come to par with the fact that his parents were still alive.

As he lie there and looked at his parents he noticed very slight changes in there appearance from his old pictures. His mom Lily still had beautiful read hear but her eyes were a sparkling dark blue almost purple instead of the brilliant emerald of his own. His fathers jet black hair was not quite as rumpled as his own, and looked as if it could be timed by a come. He wondered if he himself had gone through any physical changes, maybe that's why his forehead and eyes had been tingling.

When Harry's head stopped spinning he made to get up and his parents offered them there hands. He still could not comprehend that his parents were alive, just thinking about it made him dizzy.

"Come on son" James said, "It's time to take you home" When he bent down to help Harry back up he saw his reflection in his glasses. He was still the spitting image of his dad; his hair was even slightly less messy. He still had his mothers eyes, only the matched hers as blue not green, but the most prominent change was that he no longer had the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He was no longer the boy who lived, or the chosen one, they were gone forever. Now he was simply Harry, or at least that's what he thought.