So, this is the beginning! As some of you might know this was based on 'Dropping the Facade', this is actually the beginning of the story as you might have gathered from the tittle!. Enjoy! Remember that flames light up my day and feed the plot-bunnies!

Title: The Son of the Gods
Chapter: 01 – Prologue (Apprehension)
Word Count: 787
Pairings: LV/HP (otherwise known as TR/HP)
Rating: M for language, and future scenes.
Warnings: AU, incest, submission, Dom/Sub relationship, hints of rape, twincest and very strong language.
Summary: It was before Harry's 4th year that the contact started. Just a few curious questions, really! Just... how those questions were able to unleash such events! Well, the Fates really do have a sense of humour... (TR/HP)

Prologue (Apprehension)

I've always hated that the fate of the world would be in my hands every single time. I still hate it, but now... well... now I'm not the biggest player around. The key? Yes. The biggest power? No.way.in.hell. Hell. Ha! Who would have thought that that's my name? Only with a single L instead of two. When it all started we seriously had no idea it would escalate to, well to this! But let's begin the story from the beginning shall we? It started a few weeks before I was out of Hogwarts, it started when Moony was without the wolfsbane potion, when Petigrew was running around the forbidden forest.
To make a long story short when we received the news that Sirius would receive the Kiss when I was in the infirmary I got some thinking doing. As you know thoughts generally fly around faster than light, it connects with very little and, generally, they don't make sense to anyone but yourself. And as such I somehow got the idea that the Ministry wasn't all that right to begin with (nor within the side of Light as they claimed to be). And in turn, maybe – just maybe – Professor Dumbledore had his priorities wrong. And just like that, when Hermione and I got back in time to save Sirius, I quickly stunned her and intimated Peter to make Voldemort contact me over the summer. I must say that is was the best idea I ever had. Two weeks later, while in my bedroom I received a letter from the Dark Lord. Who would have thought he uses owls like everyone else?

Mr. Potter.

Imagine my surprise when Wormtail told me that you. The-boy-who-lived, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, and the general bane of my existence wanted to talk to me, The Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-who-must-not-be-named and so on.
I will allow you to talk, but, like in your first year, I don't expect you to actually listen to whatever it is that my reply might be. Send your letter with the eagle, he knows where I am.

Lord Voldemort.

Dear Basilik.

Thank you for contacting me and I'm sorry for having to send Wormtail with the message. An owl was out of the question since, as you might have gathered from your year at Hogwarts, the Gryffindors are extremely nosy and word would eventually get to Dumbledore. Now, as much as it hurts me to do this, I will not ask you to say you're sorry for my parents death. During my time in the infirmary (thanks to the circumstances I stay there more than the average student) I eventually came with terms with that, and acepted that they were a casuality of war. If you say you're sorry I think it would lessen their worth in the war and it would look like you had no idea what you were doing, no purpose. As I'm sure that's not the case and as I refuse to live in the past and take revenge upon you (I might be a Gryffindor but I'm not a suicidally brave one! Despite all evidence), I'll settle for mourning their deaths during Halloween only. Please don't mistake that as forgiveness.
That was such a long paragraph! But I needed to get that out of my chest. Now the reason to why I asked you to contact me is that I was thinking. Since everyone seems to be counting on me to do something for them about all the wrongness of the world I figured I might as well learn what they stand for, as far as I know they only seem to want to oppress magical creatures (I still resent them for Remus, just so you know), hunt dark wizards and are generally against you. Dumbledore's the same, except he doesn't oppress magical creatures. I was wondering what you preach.
Since I learned your name (you might want to thank that to your diary, I'm sorry I destroyed that by the way) I searched a bit and came up that you are a half-blood. So the whole 'let's kill muggles, muggle-borns, depreciate half-bloods and praise the purebloods' just doesn't seem right! As I saw from all the research you were a very, very inteligent student, it just doesn't fit that you would defend all that rubbish.
Anyway, if you would just explain to me what that war was all about I'd appreciate it.

With a headache and a sore hand,
Harry.

Ps: please don't mind the spelling mistakes, I couldn't have Hermione proof-reading this before I send.

It was the next day when someone moved in on Mrs. Whitewood's old house.