Discalimer: Is it really necessary to do this every time? I don't own them. No matter how much I wish I do, I don't. Sorry. However I will say that anything that you don't recognize from the books, is mine. Honestly.

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So, let's get to it huh? May I present…Chapter 3.

The Scolding of Tom Riddle and Revelations

Malfoy Manor

Luthien, after ignoring her father who told her not to (really, he did), marched up to one Tom Riddle and took a deep breath.

Tom cringed again.

"TOM RIDDLE!! YOU SELFISH BASTARD!! HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS THREE WHEN YOU DISAPPEARED, FOR NO GOOD REASON MIND YOU, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO MAKE ME WAIT!? I'M YOUR GODDAUGHTER FOR MERLIN'S SAKE! AND YOU IGNORE ME FOR TWO YEARS! AFTER ALL THE GODDAMN PROMISES YOU MADE TO COME VISIT! YOU BROKE EVERY SINGLE ONE YOU BASTARD! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I WENT THRO…" Luthien was abruptly cut off by her father's silencing charm. She turned to glare at him as he said

"You have no reason to yell at him Luthien. The circumstances were beyond his control and the blame rests solely with Dumbledore."

Luthien continued to glare at Lucius as she said, " I know that father, but that doesn't mean that I'm not angry."

Tom finally truly made his presence known when he said quietly,

"You're right Luthien. I promised I wouldn't abandon you but I did, no matter how much of the blame may rest with Dumbledore. I am sorry. You may not be my daughter but I do love you as one and I am sorry for leaving you."

Luthien sighed.

"I know Tom. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled at you, no matter how angry I was. It's just…I really missed you, no matter how much of a bastard you became towards the end."

"…Tell me you didn't think I was a bastard when you were three." Tom said, trying to look insulted and failing horribly.

"No, but I look back now and I can see the changes in you. By the time I was three you were a completely different person than when I was two." Luthien said.



"Yes. You are right in that. And I do believe I have found the reason why…" Tom trailed off.

"Let me guess…"Lucius said, " Dumbledore."

"Right in one old friend" Tom said with a glint in his eyes.

-/-

Somewhere in Muggle London

Harry sighed as he tossed his belongings on the bed.

It was the day after he had run away and he had managed to obtain a room at a hotel in muggle London (obviously) after going to Gringotts and converting some of his money into muggle currency.

As he sat down in one of the chairs an owl flew into the window.

Yes, into the window.

Harry got up to open the window and the owl flew in and landed on his shoulder. After nipping, painfully mind you, at his ear, the owl offered Harry its leg and the parchment attachted to it. Harry took the parchment and the owl flew back out if the window. After closing the window and sitting back down Harry opened the letter.

Harry,

I don't know why you left your Aunt and Uncle's house but you must return at once! You are not safe without the protection they offer you. I know you weren't taken by death-eaters, the wards would have told me. I don't know how or why you left and honestly I don't care, but as I said you must return.

I trust that you will heed my warning and begin making your way home immediately.

Albus Dumbledore

'Yes, I'm sure he's so very worried about me, his little weapon.' Harry thought after reading the letter.

You see, Harry had realized something. That's all he was to Albus Dumbledore. A weapon. That's what he had been trained to be from the beginning. The perfect little weapon to defeat the big bad Lord Voldemort.

When Harry realized this, his life made so much more sense. Why Dumbledore let the beatings continue. Why Dumbledore turned a blind eye to the goings on at Hogwarts concerning Harry. Why Harry had been cut off from the Wizarding World.

Oh yes, Harry realized all of these things.

And in realizing these things Harry vowed something to himself. To revise everything he knew, and everything he had been told. Starting from the moment his parents had died.



-/-

Hogwarts

'How dare he! That insolent little brat! How dare he leave, against my orders! When I get my hands on him I'll…!'

Dumbledore stopped and calmed himself.

'I'll do nothing' He thought. 'I'll play the grandfatherly worried old man who only wants the best for him. Yes, that'll work. That's what I'll do. I just have to get him back to the Dursley's. They keep him moldable. Useable. I MUST GET HIM BACK'

-/-

Back at Malfoy Manor

"Now that we know the truth, what do we do?" Luthien asked after the lengthy explanation by Tom.

"We must try and contact Harry. He must know the truth. Maybe we're not too late." Tom said quietly.

"Don't worry Tom. We'll fix this. He'll understand. I know he will." Lucius said soothingly.

"How can you be so sure Dad? He's hated Tom for so long, hated our side for so long. How are you sure he'll understand?" Luthien asked.

Lucius looked and his Lord and his daughter and said, quite plainly,

"Because he's not stupid."

A/N: I know my chapters aren't that long and I apologize. I just see good endings and stop.

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Blade