Chapter One: Confrontation

Summary: Harry is shocked when he discovered the truth in second year. From that year on, everything changes. Tom/Lily/Severus Drarry AU Bad!Dumbles!Herm!Ron!Ginny!Molly

Author's Note: Okay everyone… This is Truth completely re-written. The plot is similar; however, there are some major differences. I hope you like this version better than the other one. Please let me know what you think. Thanks


Harry stared at the semi-transparent Dark Lord in front of him. His mind ground to a halt. One thing reverberated through his mind, like the sound of the water from the ceiling plopping onto the algae-covered-stones, bouncing off the walls of The Chamber of Secrets. The dark haired young boy could not believe what this evil monster just said. It didn't make any sense.

"Harry?" The Dark Lord whispered.

Emerald green eyes continued to stare blankly through Tom, like he wasn't actually there. He had made the observation a few weeks ago when he saw Tom for the first time in the memory of the diary. He saw himself in the older male. The young Potter couldn't believe it at first, but he hadn't really paid much attention then, too involved with the memory of Hagrid being caught with Aragog, the supposed monster of The Chamber of Secrets, at the time. But now. Now even Voldemort was speaking his very thoughts, making him re-evaluate and pay closer attention to what he had seen. The same black hair. The same Almond-shaped eyes. The same high cheekbones. They could have been twins. But…

The eyes.

Their eyes would never be the same. He had his mother's eyes. The same bright, emerald, Avada Kedavra green as the spell's name sake. He had a few features that he couldn't place that didn't exactly measure up, but he didn't really pay that any mind. It was unnerving that he was, essentially, looking in a mirror right now. Harry came back to himself when the Dark Lord moved towards him, making him unconsciously take a step away from the all-powerful man… Well, boy at the moment.

Tom's brow wrinkled in frustrated concentration. He felt like he should know something and that something was prickling and festering in the back of his mind, just outside of his reach. Whatever it was must not be too important, otherwise he would have remembered. He watched as Selina, the huge, one thousand year old basilisk of Salazar Slytherin, chased after the young Potter heir at his whispered command. Rich-Mahogany, almost red, eyes flicked over to the young, red-headed Weasley girl that had held the diary in her possession since the beginning of the year.

He had listened to, or more like read , the whining of the first year as she complained about how hard classes were, missing her mother, and complaining about having to wake up early, among other mundane problems . He also listened to the ramblings of the hero-worshiping little twit, as she went on and on about this boy named Harry Potter. How she would become the young Mrs. Potter in later years. He wanted to meet the one that defeated The Dark Lord Voldemort. How could that have happened?

He was all powerful.

He should never have been defeated.

Tom was startled from his thoughts as he watched the young hero run back into the chamber, however, the snake was nowhere in sight. Just then, Selina came out of the water and struck at the boy, which was deflected by the Sword of Gryffindor. The boy seemed to fight valiantly against the large snake, but what could one expect when fighting for one's life.

The child climbed on top of the head of what could only be Slytherin's founder. Harry's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he climbed on the statue to get a better view of the basilisk. His mind was still distracted by the familiar looking man down by Ginny. His moves were sloppy as he glanced the sword off the snakes… lips? Why were they so much alike? Was it due to some weird coincidence? Or was it due to them being related through some distant cousins or inbreeding from the past? Black locks flew as he shook his head, trying to clear the invading thoughts from his mind.

As the Selina charged forward, the small boy's foot slipped. Tom watched as the defeater of the dark lord fell back, just narrowly escaping a deadly bite from those venomous fangs. Red eye narrowed as he continued to concentrate on that thought that kept trying to pick its way through to his conscious mind. Something was telling him he knew this boy. From where? The child couldn't have been much younger than he was now. This girl, hardened eyes glanced down at her slowly dying body, had told him it was 50 years in the future.

Red eyes widened, and soft parseltongue words slipped from his tongue, "Ssselina, sstop" just as Harry went to stab the basilisk through her mouth, the giant snake pulled back quickly to avoid the deadly blow, but not quick enough for her not to cut the boy on the arm with a fang.

"Selina, what did you do?" Voldemort yelled, as Harry fell from the top of the statue. He whipped out the borrowed wand and slowed the young boy's fall. Footsteps echoed in the now silent room, as the brunette ran up to the Potter. Kneeling beside him, concerned eye watched as blood and small specks of silvery venom ran from the wound on his arm.

A solitary, translucent, silvery, tear ran down the Dark Lord's cheek, as he caressed the replica's pale cheek, "What have I done to you, my son."


Ta da! I'm finished…. With the first chapter…. Or am I done? Look for chapter two of the new Truth. R&R!