Who is Harry Potter?

by KE022213

History marks Happy Potter as the wizarding worls savior. But what if history got it wrong? What if everything said about Harry Potter was a lie? What if Harry Potter was not even a Potter to beginin with? Deception, manipulation, lost family and more. Slash Dumbledore bashing.

1. Chapter 1

November 1 1981

All around Britain wizards celebrated, The Dark Lord was gone! The Light had finally won, hope for the wizarding world was finally restored and it was all thanks to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Yet as people celebrated and shared the story of Mr. Harry Potter victory they were all wrong and then some. There was no end to their praise to the mighty Dumbledore, the loving Lily Potter and the loyal James Potter. The important people who have saved them from the darkest Wizard to date.

Meanwhile, while no one was watching, little Harry Potter lay sleeping on the doorstep of 4 Privet Drive in his thin baby blanket on this chilly November night. People were singing constant praise to him yet he was left alone, abandoned on this cold night. And it was all a mistake.

The wizarding world was completely unaware of how wrong history books got this night. How Dumbledore story of what happened for the greater good was just a mass form of manipulation. Dumbledore sat in his office in Hogwarts feeling very satisfied with himself. The Dark Lord was gone, Harry was placed with magic hating muggles who would keep him downtrodden, and anyone that knew the truth was dead, facing some serious memory loss, or soon to be dealt with. He felt good and accomplished, ready to go and celebrate with the rest of the wizarding world, not knowing his plans were literally falling apart behind his back.

A cloaked figure stormed up the drive of to house number 4 Privet Drive, picked up the small bundle on the doorstep. Cradling the baby close to him he kissed his son's forehead causing the baby to stir and open his eyes slightly blinking at him making small noises as he reached for his father's nose.

"Shhhhh my son, daddy's here, daddy will protect you, now sleep." The man said as he kissed his son on the lightning bolt mark on top his head as the little baby clothed his eyes again. He quickly took out his wand and cast a spell to add a memory of the Dursleys finding their nephew and sending him to an orphanage as he apparated away with his son in his arms, where he rightfully belonged.