A/N - Hi all, thanks for taking a look at this story. This is my first fanfic so i hope it is received well. This was an idea floating around in my head. I have a few chapters planned but will continue to end if the story garners enough attention. If you recognise parts from other stories then i apologise, i have not intentionally stolen ideas or plots. With so many people in the world, coming up with a new original unused idea is nigh on impossible these days.

Disclaimer - I own nothing to do with Harry Potter. All rights belong to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Letter of Truth

Harry James Potter had just finished his 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Admittedly, the worst year of his life so far. Through his 15 years of life he had survived Voldemort's Killing Curse, lived through his relatives the Dursley's, survived a Troll and a confrontation with Voldemort, slew a Basilisk and survived its venom, defended himself and his Godfather against a legion of Dementors, won the Triwizard tournament and once again survived a confrontation with Voldemort.

But this year, this year had been the soul destroyer. He had battled and defeated Death Eaters with members of the DA, lost his Godfather, Sirius Black, to the Veil of Death, once more survived a confrontation with Voldemort, and finally, a prophecy was revealed stating that he, and only he, held the possibility and responsibility to end Voldemort's reign of terror once and for all.

Harry's journey back to the Dursley's was for once a welcome silence. Although he could see out the corner of his eye, his Uncle Vernon resembling a beet root, trying his hardest not to say anything to Harry. Dudley, unusually was keeping as far away from him as possible, casting glances every so often his way, and Aunt Petunia had, since leaving Kings Cross Station, a look upon her face as if she had sucked on 10 lemons at once.

Pulling into the driveway of Number 4 Privet Drive, not a word was spoken, his 'family' got out of the car and quickly entered the house. Harry silently unloaded his Trunk and Hedwig and made his way to the smallest bedroom. Upon entering he let Hedwig out of her cage and unceremoniously flopped onto his bed. He could not stop the tears falling from his eyes as thoughts of Sirius and his lost future kept coming to the forefront of his mind.

He blamed himself for everything that had gone wrong in the wizarding world due to Voldemort. His parent's death, Nicholas Flamels death, Wormtail escaping, Voldemort's rebirth, Cedric's death, his friends getting hurt in the MoM, and most of all Sirius' death.

His sleep was interrupted by nightmares of everyone blaming him for their deaths, accusing him of not doing enough to stop Voldemort. The nightmares shifted from the dead to the will be dead as Harry was powerless to stop Voldemort. The Weasley's, Hermione, Dumbledore, Remus and countless others dead. Hogwarts itself destroyed. All of these nightmares seemed more and more of a possibility the more Harry looked at the way his life had gone so far.

He had had hardly any contact with his friends. Or so called friends he should say, especially after the recent letters he had from them.

"Hey Harry,

Look, I know we have been through a lot mate but seriously, you got Sirius killed cus you didn't know what you were doing. I came with you of course to make sure you didn't get roughed up too much but mate listen to Dumbledore! These things have got to stop.

Do you think Sirius left me ..us lots of gold? I could get a Firebolt then!

Speak later,

Ron"

Harry had obviously thrown that letter away in disgust and moved on to the voice of reason of the Golden Trio.

"Hi Harry,

I hope you have learned from your mistakes! Honestly Harry, gallivanting around the MoM to 'rescue' your Godfather who wasn't even their to start with was just plain stupid! I told you we shouldn't have gone! I told you to check all sources!

But would you listen? No! Why would you ever listen to the person who has been right about everything? Your unbelievable Harry! And now Sirius is dead, and sorry Harry but you hold some of blame in that.

Now, knowing you as well as I do, I know that you are feeling guilty. That is the first step to accepting Sirius is gone. We will go through the grieving process the moment we meet Harry. In the meantime, tell Dumbledore about anything that is suspicious or even if your scar gives you the slightest of itches!

With Love

Hermione"

Another thrown away in disgust. Honestly, these people called themselves his friends? His final letter was both weird and curious to him.

"Hiya Harry,

I know I have never wrote to you before but I feel like we have grown very close this year. The DA helped loads with that. You are probably going mad with worry thinking if i'm ok after my ankle got broken. Well do not worry Harry, I'm all healed now.

I miss you lots Harry and can't wait to see you again. Do you feel the same? Maybe we can have some alone time together this year and get to know each other more intimately?

Hope to see you soon

Love Ginny"

This letter Harry did not know what to make of. One second he could only think of Ginny as Ron's little sister, but the next he could see the most beautiful woman to be in the world. Someone who he could see himself with for many years. This is what he found both weird and curious. How could someone's emotions and feelings have such radical changes within such a short amount of time? Harry also put this in the bin, not wanting to reply whilst he felt broody and glum.

The weeks progressed with Harry going about life in a daze. Sending a message, "I'm fine" to the Order every 3 days, doing chores for the Dursley's, attempting to sleep, but always being plagues by nightmares. This was of course up until 11:00pm of July 30th, when a tapping at his window startled him thankfully from another nightmare.

Letting the regal owl in, Harry turned to it with a look of puzzlement on his face. Noticing its burden, he quickly untied the letter and gave the owl a treat before letting it go off on its merry way. The letter Harry had received was a bafflement. He recognized the scrawl of Sirius' messy handwriting across the front, but was confused by the was seal on the back. A black wax seal sealed the letter with a Grim very reminiscent of Sirius' Animagus form imprinted. Throwing caution to the wind Harry opened the letter and read with gusto.

Dear Harry,

Hey Kiddo, I'm sorry for leaving you. This letter has been left with the Goblins to be delivered one hour before your 16th Birthday if I am unable to tell you this in person. It is by far the hardest letter I have ever had to write.

I really am sorry for leaving you alone in this world. A world that does not know or appreciate you. Do not blame yourself for my death. If i died in a battle protecting you, then the only greater death could be dying with several hot naked witches giving me heart attack through pleasure.

Now Harry, this letter is more than just me telling you not to blame yourself. I must reveal to you some secrets that have been kept from you, and if not through this letter would have been kept from you until your dying day.

First off Harry, people are not who they appear to be. The Weasley's, Dumbledore, Hermione, heck half of the Order are hiding behind masks. I can't reveal all of their manipulations in this letter but when you next go to Gringotts ask for Slipthroat and say that Lord Black sent you. He will be able to show you the truth regarding the 'Light.'

Also Harry, dark does not mean evil, there can be no light without the dark and no dark without the light. A dark wizard can do good things just as a light wizard can do evil things. Do not limit yourself and your friend base to these categories. Magic is so much more than a colour.

Now I am assuming you have been told, but if not, there is a prophecy that concerns you Harry. This prophecy was made by Lily herself and was spoken to James, Dumbledore and I. If i remember the correct wording then it went like this:

The one with the power to bring balance approaches ... born to those of legend, raised by those who will die for him, arriving as the seventh month dies ... he will be marked with a sign of power, sent to reform the world of magic ... he must defeat the Lords of opposing sides, to stand triumphant as the balance in magic ... the one with the power to bring balance will arrive as the seventh month dies ...

Finally Harry, this is a secret only myself Moony, James and Lily know of, although I cannot be sure if Dumbledore has told others. You were not born Harry James Potter, you were gifted to James and Lily by others. James and Lily infused their blood into a potion that when drunk by you would make you their son in appearance and their heir by blood. Do not ever doubt that they loved you Harry. Lily was unable to have children, when you came along, her prayers were answered and she loved you from the moment she laid eyes upon you. James also very much loved you, he loved you so much he made you the Potter heir, with all rights and privileges this station holds.. They died so you could live Harry not so that your life could be controlled and manipulated.

You will meet your biological parents very soon Harry, I am sure they will explain more. The only way I know that you will see them soon is because of a scroll that arrived with you. It did not say who they were, where they were from or why they had trusted James and Lily with you. All the scroll said was :

"This is our son Harrison. He has a great destiny before him, one that cannot be fulfilled if he was to remain with us, his parents. As much as it breaks our hearts to have to let him go, we beg of you James and Lily Potter to care for him, love him, and above all else, make sure he lives. We implore you to tell him the truth on the eve before his 16th Birthday, tell him that at exactly midnight to close his eyes, clear all thoughts and say out the words;

"Ad domum i ire, mea familia i videre, ad domum i ire, in veritatem posuit liberum"

This will bring our son back to us, so that we can see the man our son has become, it is not permanent however, certain things restrict us being there for him and with him. We are sorry to throw this upon you, but we could see no better people to raise our son.

Thank you

M & M"

Time is growing short now Harry. Just know that I love you and do not blame you for anything. Live Harry, live and be happy! Please, say the chant the scroll suggested, it sounds like a once in a lifetime opportunity, do not pass the chance to meet your real parents!

Love

Sirius 'Padfoot' Black

Tears streaked down Harry's face and dripped onto the letter, smudging the ink as the tears followed gravity to the bedroom floor. Harry honestly didn't know how to feel, angry, betrayed, lonely, guilty, unwanted, these were the emotions that kept coursing through his veins.

Why hadn't anyone told him these things? Who were his real parents? Why would James and Lily die for him? Questions upon questions flew through his mind. It was only by chance that he saw his clock flashing 11:55pm. Five minutes to make a decision. A decision that could ultimately change his life. For better or for worse.

At 11:58pm his mind was made up. He had nothing left to live for so if this was a trap or some form of prank then to hell with it, he had decided to do it and he wasn't going to change his mind.

Harry closed his eyes and tried his hardest to clear his mind of all thought, concentrating only on the words from Sirius' letter.

Beep

"Ad domum i ire, mea familia i videre, ad domum i ire, in veritatem posuit liberum"

Be -

A bright white light flashed in his room, time froze and Harry Potter disappeared from Number 4 Privet Drive.