AN):Hi everyone, here's a note of warning. This story Contains Adult Language. this is the only warning. Read, Review, and Relax. Enjoy
Harry arrived in McGonagall's office where he immediately headed for the door. All the students that were in the hallway gave him a wide berth for Harry was still very p*ssed and his magic was visibly swirling around him in black and dark red streaks of light.
First years ran from him and sixth and seventh years audibly whispered about him as he passed them. Perhaps it was because of his magic, or the fact that his eyes were still opened very wide. Even the teachers backed off.
When he reached his Dumbledore's stairway he didn't stop for the password. He just jerkily waved his hand to the right and the gargoyle simply disintegrated into fine powder. Harry rushed up the spiral staircase and bursted the door that lead into the office. Dumbledore looked up startled from where he sat behind his desk.
"Dumbledore, I am sick of being left in the dark never tell me anything! You know what is happening to me! So tell me you b*stard, what the hell is all this!" Harry yelled gesturing towards the magic swirling around him.
"Harry my boy, calm down, this is only residual magic that you have called upon. Normally this only happens when a wizard is in deep stress, shock, or anger. So please calm down and tell me what happened." Dumbledore said knowing full well what happened.
It was then that Harry's emotions swelled to the breaking point and he simply collapsed to his knees crying "Why did they have to die? If only I had known that it was a trap. Why wasn't I strong enough to save them, to save her?" he said
"Harry what has happened cannot be changed. If I am understanding you right, your friends died helping you. Harry they believed in you to the very end. I'm sorry Harry, but there is nothing I can do to reverse this, it's simply not possible."
"I wish that I had died instead of them. If I had died I could have seen my parents for the first time."
"Harry about that, I have a confession to make. Don't take this wrongly, but Harry your parents aren't dead."
"What do you mean, they're not dead! You told me they died protecting me!"
"Harry your parents are very much alive," Dumbledore then sighed before continuing" Harry your mother is Bellatrix Lastrange, but I don't know who your father is but I do know that he is alive."
The magic that swirled around Harry intensified in speed and ferocity as Harry stood up glaring daggers at Dumbledore." You B*stard, you f*cking b*stard, why didn't you tell me!"
"It was for your own good Harry!" Dumbledore shouted in order to be heard over the sound like a tornado Harry's magic was giving off. "The knowledge would have caused you more harm than good!"
"I don't f*cking care about what you consider is for my own good! As for bringing my friends back, I'll prove you wrong, I'll show you just how powerful I have become. You'll woe the day you decided to withhold the information about my parents. When that day comes you'll be on your knees begging me for mercy!" Harry then turned on the spot and vanished without a sound. Leaving the office space deadly quiet.
Harry appeared in the DOM next to Hermione's body. He then leaned over and picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He then apperated to Little Hangleton Graveyard and started walking towards Riddle Manor.
A soon as he reached the manor he was set upon by two Deatheaters one of which was Bellatrix. He fell to his knees still holding Hermione's body. "You know why I'm here Bellatrix, I know the secret."
Bellatrix eyes wide raised her wand and quickly killed the other Deatheater. "Quick inside, we need to talk," She then led him to a side door of the manor. "Put this on, we don't want any more Deatheaters to see your face." She said handing him a hooded cloak which Harry put on with some difficulty, as he was still holding Hermione's body.
Bellatrix led Harry through corridor after corridor, until they reached a set of oak doors. "Wait here for a moment." She said as she knocked on the door.
"Enter." Said a voice from within. Bellatrix slipped inside leaving Harry standing there. About five minutes later she opened the doors again and beckoned Harry inside.
Inside the room was Voldemort sitting on a velvet throne. Other than Voldemort and Bellatrix the room was empty. Harry strode over to Voldemort and knelt. "There is no need to kneel in the presence of family is there?" Voldemort said with a smirk on his face.
Harry's jaw fell unceremoniously to the floor. Realizing what he was doing a split second later he snapped it shut with a click. "What?" Harry squeaked as he stared apparently at his father. For who else could Voldemort be with what he had just said?
"I said there is no need to kneel in my presence, when we are I private of course. When you are in front of Deatheaters you'd need only bend your head down respectfully."
"Ok, sorry this just too much on top of everything else that had just happened."
"I can see that." Voldemort said gesturing at Hermione's body in Harry's arms.
Harry just nodded in reply. Then asked "Is there someplace safe where I can place her, other than under the ground?"
"Bella, please take her into the smallest bedroom across from the third largest bedroom and put a preservation charm on her." Voldemort said to Bellatrix who which took Hermione from Harry's arms. He then spoke to Harry "She will be safe there, no one except you, Bella, and I can enter that room. Your room is the large room I spoke of. You look tired, get some sleep, for tomorrow we will decide on a new name and appearance for you. Sleep well, Harry." And with that Voldemort left the room leaving Harry to find his way to his room. Once in his room Harry fell asleep almost immediately.
It was early morning when Harry arrived at Riddle Manor. When he awoke it was early morning, either he slept only a few minutes or a whole twenty-four hours. Either way Harry felt content with the amount of time he slept. He got up, stretched, and was dressed in less than five minutes. It was then that the door opened and Bella entered into the room.
"Good you're awake, put on your cloak and follow me." She said as she saw him. Harry put on his cloak which was pitch black, and followed Bella out of the room and into the room he met Voldemort in yesterday.
Inside Voldemort waited at a mahogany table which wasn't there the morning before. "Good you're up and about. How are you feeling?"
"Better than ever." Harry exclaimed as he sat down next to Voldemort.
"Good, now we need to decide on a new name that you will answer to while in front of my Deatheaters. Do you have any suggestions?"
Harry sat there looking at the table, thinking. He then suggested "Asperion?" and Voldemort considered it, then smiled and nodded.
"Yes, that would do nicely. Asperion Riddle, has a ring to it, yes that will do perfectly," He said then stood up "Follow me it is time for you outfit, and morphing."
"Morphing?" Harry asked
"We need to change your physical appearance as well as your outward one." Voldemort explained patently.
"Can I make some suggestions?"
"Of course, it's your body after all. What do you want?" Voldemort asked as they walked.
"I want red eyes like yours, but with black surrounding the irises instead of white, pale skin like a vampire's, and I want a healthy and toned body." Voldemort laughed as Harry finished.
"Very well, any outfit suggestions?"
"Let's see what you have for me first." Harry said with a smirk. They walked down a corridor and turned left into a room with runes on every wall. They stopped in the middle of the room where a small table was.
Voldemort turned to Harry and said "Strip to your boxers you are going to be growing out of those cloths anyways. Then lie down on this table" Harry complied and soon was laying down face up looking at the ceiling.
Half an hour later Harry was morphed into his new body. The transformation had some extra side effects that came along with the changes. Harry's teeth were now pointed like a sharks, his nails were pointy like claws, his voice was changed deeper and colder, and his eyesight was highly improved so he no longer needed to wear his glasses.
"Now for your clothing." Voldemort stated. He then led Harry back to Harry's bedroom where on the bed was his outfit. Harry quickly put it on, finding nothing wrong with it. The outfit was to his liking. It contained: jet black robes, cloak which almost touched the floor, and leather gloves, which Harry needed to poke holes in the leather for his nails. It also contained bracers, heavy medal incased boots, and a silver full-face mask.
Voldemort looked Harry over and said "You look absolutely perfect. Come, let's go meet my Deatheaters."
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