Veracity Chapter 1 Running Away, a harry potter fanfic

Hello everyone. This is my first fan fiction so be nice :). All reviews are very much appreciated. This story is a 'Snape is Harry's father' story but with a twist. There is also going to be a sex change - meaning that Harry is going to turn out to be a girl somehow :D. At the beginning of every chapter, I am going to put a 'warning' in case there are specific things you would rather not read. Thanks everyone :P

WARNING: Attempted Rape and violence. If this offends, do not read!

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Veracity

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, to do not own any of the characters of Harry Potter. They belong to the author J.K. Rowland

Summary: After a life changing incident with his Uncle, Harry Potter runs away from his home at Private Drive, only to discover a whole new web of lies hidden from him and everyone else. Follow Harry as he tries to adjust to a whole new world...

- CHAPTER 1 -

~ Running Away ~

Privet Drive was a clean and noticeably rich street with its perfectly mowed lawns, blossoming flowers and stylish front drives. Everything seemed normal for someone who was just passing by but there was one house where normal was far from the truth. Number four Privet Drive seemed like all the others on the outside but on the inside things couldn't be more different.

'BOY! GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE BREAKFAST! NOW!'

Harry Potter, a relatively small boy for the age of 15, groaned as he heard his Uncle calling him, 'more like shouting' he thought, to make breakfast. Harry sat up a stretched his aching body. He groaned again but this time in pain. His dear Uncle had taken to beating him again. Harry sighed as he remembered why the beatings started up again.

*FLASHBACK*

Harry stared out the window of his Uncle's car. Normally watching the scenery go by would calm him but not this time. This time, Harry had other things on his mind. 'I just can't believe he's gone. Sirius died because of me'. A single tear ran down his cheek but he brushed it away quickly. He remembered what his friends had said. Sirius wouldn't want him to be constantly sad or guilty, but the thing was, he couldn't help it. It was his fault! His friends had been great, saying it wasn't his fault or that if he needed to talk then he could owl them. A small smile graced his face as he thought of his friends.

He was pulled out of his musings when they pulled into the drive of Number four. 'Home sweet home', he thought sarcastically. As usual, his Uncle got out the car, opened the boot and then walked into the house leaving Harry to carry his stuff on his own. Thankfully, he had left Hedwig at Hogwarts and had shrunk down the cage to put in his trunk. He got out of the car, grabbed his trunk and walked into the house, closing the front door behind him.

He turned and started to drag his trunk up the stairs to his bedroom when it was suddenly ripped from his grasp. Harry's head shot up in shock and he stared as his Uncle threw his trunk into the cupboard under the stairs. He looked at his Uncle for a moment wondering what was going on. His trunk hadn't been locked up since third year.

'Uncle?' he asked quietly.

His Uncle looked at him and sneered nastily. Harry flinched at the look. What was going on?! His Uncle had never liked him but he had never sneered at him that viciously before, not even before Hogwarts when he used to beat him constantly. Harry took a few steps back quickly as his Uncle advanced on him. His back came into contact with a wall as his Uncle reached him and grabbed him violently by the front of his shirt.

'Now you listen here boy! I heard what your freaky friends were saying to you!'. At Harry's confused look he smiled evilly and continued in a mocking voice, 'it wasn't your fault Harry! Sirius was your godfather and he loved you. He wouldn't want you to be guilty over his death! It wasn't your fault!'. So, you got your godfather killed did you? Well good riddance! One less freak to worry about!' Harry glared at his Uncle and was about to retort with an angry comment when he was cut off by a fist connecting with his face. He stumbled back from his Uncle as much as he could and stared at him in shock.

Vernon smirked at his nephew's shocked and scared expression. Now that the boy had no godfather to protect him, Vernon was going to have fun beating the shit out of him.

'Oh yes boy! Now that your godfather is gone your going to get the worst beating of your life!'

He advanced on Harry as the boy shook with fear of what was about to happen.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

From that day on Harry had been beaten constantly. His body was continuously aching and he was both mentally and physically exhausted. Remembering that he had to go down and cook breakfast, Harry got off the bed, dressed and then headed downstairs to do his first chore (breakfast) and then a large number of other chores he was undoubtedly going to get.

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Harry opened the door to his small bedroom and went inside closing it behind him. He stumbled over to his makeshift bed a collapsed onto it, fully clothed. He peered up at the clock on the bedside table through his bangs and sighed. It was 10:30 at night! He had been working all day and had been given no food or water. He closed his eyes in exhaustion and slowly began to drift.

He was just about to fall into a state of deep sleep when his door was slammed open roughly, the bang of it hitting the wall waking him up. He sat up quickly, eyes going wide to see what was going on. His Uncle stood there in the doorway red faced and breathing heavily. 'Oh no! He's drunk!' Harry became very worried at this revelation. When his Uncle was drunk he took things to the extreme.

Lost in old memories, Harry failed to notice his Uncle walk over to him until he felt pain on his head where he was grabbed roughly by the hair. He glanced up at his Uncle, pleading with his eyes to be left alone. His eyes were filling with tears from the pain but he blinked to stop them from rolling down his cheeks. He would not show weakness in front of his Uncle. Harry was suddenly pushed down on the bed with a sharp push from his Uncle. He looked at Vernon with confused eyes. Confusion that quickly turned into horror as his Uncle reached for his pants and undid the button, pulling them down along with his boxers.

'NO! Uncle please?! NO!'

A sharp slap to his face had him silenced in seconds. He couldn't believe this was happening. His Uncle had never raped him. He'd never tried. 'Why? Why would he do this?! And I'm supposed to be the Saviour of the Wizarding World!' He winced in pain and disgust as his fat Uncle straddled his hips, ready to enter him.

Harry, panicking, threw his hands out to push his Uncle off of him. With a shout of 'NO!' a bright white light shot from his palms, sending Vernon flying across the room, hitting the wall opposite.

Harry lay there for a few minutes, stunned. He brought his hands to his face and inspected them. 'What the HELL was that?!' Harry then realised that Vernon had been knocked unconscious by the blast. 'This is my chance. I have to get out of here now and I will not be coming back!' he thought. He knew his Uncle always had the keys to his bedroom and the cupboard under the stairs in one the his pockets.

He got off the bed and pulled his pants back up with a snarl. He still couldn't believe what his Uncle had tried to do. He knelt down and ripped the loose floorboard up, revealing the hiding space for his personal things. He pull out the only thing he had still had on his person when he had entered the house: his wand.

Standing up, wand in hand, he hesitantly approached the unconscious form of his Uncle. Making sure he was in fact unconscious, Harry poked him in the side with his foot. Nothing. Harry sighed in relief, then bent down and searched Vernon for the small set of keys. Finding them in one of the front pockets of his pants, he left the room, grabbing an old jacket as he went. He shut the door behind him quietly and pulled on his jacket. He then locked the door thinking all the while, 'See how you like being locked up! And it'll be a while before you get out without the keys you git!'.

Harry turned to the stairs, looking down them. He'd have to be quiet. He knew his Aunt and cousin were probably awake. How could they not be with all the banging in his room? But he also knew that the reason they stayed in bed was because they knew it was just him getting another beating. He had to be quiet because he didn't want them to think he was Vernon and come out to make sure nothing was wrong.

Descending the stairs as quietly as possible, missing the last step as it always creaked, Harry bent down in front of his cupboard and unlocked it. He quickly but quietly pulled his trunk out and close the door again. He opened his trunk quickly and pulled out an old baseball cap. Harry knew he would need it to help hide his scar and most of his appearance. His most recognisable features were his scar, glasses and hair. The cap would cover the scar and hair but he would have to take his chances with the glasses. Putting on the cap, Harry then stuffed the keys in his pocket and smiled. 'Oh yes. Vernon is going to be locked up in that room for a VERY long time'.

Harry then walked to the front door and pulled it open softly. He looked back up the stairs where he could see the door to the room he had spent the last four years of his life. He knew he should feel sad about leaving but instead he smiled and walked out the door, pulling his trunk behind him.

Harry quickly pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and the cap, effectively covering the majority of his face. Harry was mostly concerned about his scar being hidden, as that would draw the most attention to him. Thankfully, the hood and cap covered it perfectly. Pulling his trunk after him, he made his way down the garden path to stop at the kerb. He pulled his wand out of his pocket where he had placed it when he was getting his trunk, and held it out in front of him, signalling for the Knight Bus.

In an instant a huge, purple, three-story bus was in front of him. Like his first time on the Knight bus, he was greeted by the conductor, Stan Shunpike. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Stan started his well-known-throughout-Britain speech.

'Welcome to the Knight bus, transport for a stranded Witch or Wizard, my name is Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor for this evenin'. He looked up from the little card he had been reading from to see Harry standing there, trying unsuccessfully to hide a huge grin at seeing someone familiar.

'Well, c'mon lad! On yea get. I haven't got all night'. He said this with his usual friendly voice, so Harry just smiled and nodded his head, relieved that Stan didn't recognise him. Stan stepped off the bus and grabbed his trunk for him, hauling it up the steps.

'Thanks' Harry said softly. He was really tired all of a sudden.

'No problem kid. Where you headen anyways?' he looked at Harry expectantly. Harry was startled for a moment. He hadn't actually thought about that. He looked up at Stan to see him looking at him suspiciously.

'Er…the Leaky Cauldron please?'

'Right, the Leaky Cauldron it is then'. When Harry continued to just stand there Stan looked at him as if he were stupid before saying, 'Well sit down'. Harry flushed bright red in embarrassment. He had been lost in thought for a few seconds there. He stuttered stupidly before he sat on one of the moving beds. Stan rolled his eyes and then walked away, muttering about stupid kids.

Harry scowled after him, thinking, 'oh, and of course you're not in anyway stupid, are you Stan?' but then lay back and closed his eyes.

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Harry woke with a start as his body was jolted forward and he landed on the floor, the air leaving his lungs for a moment. He got up quickly as he heard a chuckle behind him. He turned around to find Stan looking at him, grinning like a loon.

'Have a nice nap? Anyways, it's yea stop, The Leaky Cauldron. I'll just get yea trunk for yea'. He walked away to retrieve Harry's trunk while Harry himself stepped off the bus. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep. He couldn't do that damn it! He was the Boy Who Lived. A Death Eater could of found him or anything! Harry let out a long-suffering sigh as Stan stepped off the bus with his trunk. He walked over and took it from him with a smile.

'Thanks Stan'

'No worries kid. It's my job', he let out a laugh for some…strange reason, 'Well, that'll be 1 galleon kid'. Harry handed over the money before Stand slapped him on the shoulder and said, 'see yea around kid' and with that, he got back on the bus and it disappeared around the corner before he could blink.

'Yeah. See yea' he said slightly sarcastic but with a smile.

Harry sighed again and turned around. The pub looked the same as ever. The sign above the door swayed slightly in the gentle wind making a soft squeaking sound. The place was very quiet as usual leading someone to believe that the place was deserted. 'Oh yes…very welcoming' he thought with a slight smirk.

Gripping the handle of his trunk, Harry stepped through the door after making sure that his hood was up and secure and most importantly, that the cap was still covering his face. The pub was quiet, much to Harry's relief. Then it occurred to him that most people were probably in bed. It was 12:30 in the morning after all.

He walked up to Tom, the owner of the pub and asked for a room for the night. It cost him 1 galleon and 2 sickles for the night, including breakfast in the morning and towels so that he could get a wash. Yawning, Harry made his way to his room where he dropped his trunk on the floor with a bang and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.

**END OF CHAPTER**

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