Harry Potter and the Deceitful Lies

by

hollytiger

Summary: This is an AU. Starts when Harry is seven years old. He meets a little girl who lives across the street and she and her mother end up being someone from his past. The truth about Dumbledore is revealed but it's not until Harry's Eleventh birthday that he and his friend have been mislead their entire life. Eventual Harmony or H/HR (whatever you call it).

Disclaimer: So this is a third re-write of the Jessica Black saga. Some parts will be from the other two failed attempts at a re-write of HP. I do not own Harry Potter. That's all J.K. Rowling. Jessica Black and Joshua Farnham are myself and my fiancé in real life. But if I had my way, the series would have had taken a different route. FYI some of the things in this fic are my own questions as to why they were never addressed in the books, such as the Dursley's constant abuse and why no one reported them, Hermione and Harry's sudden attraction to Ron and Ginny in sixth year when it was clear from the start that Harry and Hermione had the hots for each other and many other things like the Potter Inheritance. For now, enjoy Chapter 1.

Chapter 1: The Girl from 5 Privet Drive

"BOY! GET UP!" came the bellows of Vernon Dursley, followed by banging on the door to the cupboard. Vernon Dursley, though a successful businessman, was not a nice man. He was greedy, selfish, and abusive. At least to Harry. Harry James Potter that is. Harry did not know why he had to live with his horrible relatives. He asked his aunt once what happened to his parents. His aunt had simply responded, "They died in a car accident. The police placed us with you, now be quiet." He hadn't asked again. Now being only four years old, Harry knew that his aunt had lied. He was allowed to watch television once in a while, mostly crime dramas, and he was able to pick up on how to read people's body language. When he had asked his aunt about his parents, she had frozen in place and her eyes had become shifty, like she was hiding something. Oh well, maybe one day she would tell him what really happened.

Harry stumbled out of his makeshift bed and opened the door to find his uncle standing there waiting for him.

"Good morning Uncle Vernon," said Harry.

"Get showered and changed boy, you are going across the street to the neighbor's while we go out shopping."

"Yes sir," said Harry as he raced up the stairs with his change of clothes to the lavatory. Minutes later, he rushed down the stairs as the Dursleys were putting on their shoes.

"Go to Number 5," barked his Aunt Petunia. "There is a little girl in the front yard on a swing set."

"Yes Aunt Petunia," said Harry, his eyes lighting up. Harry was never allowed to play with any of the neighborhood children and he was finally going to be able to maybe make a new friend. Harry put on his shoes and rushed out the front door. He looked both ways before crossing the street and he saw the little girl on the swing set in strange clothing. She had brownish black hair that was braided in pigtails, brown eyes and was dressed in blue jeans, a red tanktop, tennis shoes and was wearing what Harry could only describe as a giant robe.

What a strange looking girl...thought Harry. The girl gave a shy wave, as Harry waved back as he approached her.

"Hi, I'm Harry, is this Number 5?" he asked the girl who looked no more than eight.

"Hi hi!" said the girl excitedly. "Yes, this is number 5. It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry. I'm Jessica Black."

"How old are you?" asked Harry.

"I'll be eight on September 19th," said Jessica. "You?"

"I just turned seven, I think," said Harry. He knew his birthday was July 31st, today to be exact, but the Dursley's never really told him how old he was or wished him happy birthday. They would just hand him something wrapped and walk away.

"You think? Don't you know when your birthday is?" asked Jessica, raising an eyebrow as she swung back and forth on the swing. Harry shrugged as he sat down on the vacant swing next to her and started to swing alongside her.

"I know it's today, July 31st," said Harry, "but I don't know what year. My relatives don't really like me."

"I'm sorry, but that is horrid," said Jessica. "Do you even get a cake?"

"No, not really," said Harry.

"Well, I think that's about to change, follow me!" said Jessica as she jumped up from the swing and dragged Harry inside Number 5.

"Mummy!" cried Jessica. "The neighbors across the street don't celebrate Harry's birthday! He doesn't even get a cake! Can we make him one?" A young blonde woman, in her late twenties, emerged from the kitchen. The woman looked familiar to Harry, but he wasn't sure if he had seen her before or what.

"Hello Harry," said the woman as she looked at him. She had a tiny bit of shock on her face at his appearance and she burst into tears.

"My boy, my poor sweet boy what have they done to you?! I told him! I told him not to put you with them!" cried the women as she wrapped her arms around a now bewildered Harry. This woman obviously knew who he was, for she was now placing kisses all over him like a mother would to their child. She brushed some of Harry's hair back.

"Forgive me Harry, but these last five years have been absolutely horrid. I've had to stand back and watch those dastardly horrid Dursley's treat you like garbage when in fact, you should have been here, with us."

"With you? Who are you?' asked Harry.

"Harry, my name is Arabella Figg-Black," said the woman, "and I am your godmother and rightful guardian."

Arabella then told Harry everything. His parents had not died in a car crash. They were murdered by a powerful wizard. When Arabella had told Harry he was a wizard, he was confused. There was no such thing as magic...was there?

"I'm a what?" asked Harry.

"A wizard, Harry. And a very powerful one, once you get a bit of training in you later in life. No one told you? That bloody bastard Dursley, I should wring his neck!" Arabella was fuming.

"Never mind Harry, as of today you are no longer going to live at the Dursleys," said Arabella. "I will make sure of that. For now, let's celebrate your birthday properly. Jessica dear, go find Harry something suitable to wear upstairs. I have tons of boy clothes in the bottom drawer that I was saving for Harry when I was finally able to save him from the Dursleys. We are going out."

Jessica raced upstairs to fetch the clothes for Harry.

"I haven't really needed to use this the last couple of years, Harry, but I think I should make sure you are physically okay," said Arabella, reaching into the kitchen drawer. She pulled out a long wooden stick.

"This is my wand, that I use to perform magic with," said Arabella. "This is isn't going to hurt, I just want to see if you have any blocks or charms on you."

"Charms? Blocks? What do you mean?"

"Spells Harry, I believe you may have several placed on you. I can easily remove them. Wait, Harry why are you squinting?"

"To be honest, I can't see very well," said Harry.

"Just like your father, blind as a bat. No worries, we will get you some glasses. Now hold still, this will only take a minute." Arabella muttered some words in a language Harry didn't know and after a few moments Arabella turned a puce shade of purple.

"I AM GOING TO KILL ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!"