This second chapter has many things that are or may become very important in this story and my other story Different. I hope you will like it.

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Truths Revealed Chapter Two

In front of him a tall man in a rugged black cloak stood. His black hair was neatly slicked back and his green eyes brightly shown. His lips curled into a smile.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry looked at him oddly. "Do I know you? You seem familiar."

"I'm here to take you home."

"Home? I just got here. Did Daddy want me to go home early and you're supposed to take me?"

"You could say that." The man held out his hand and Harry took it. He pulled Harry closed and they Disapparated out of the house. All that was left was the black box.

Downstairs the five grown ups were making plans of sending James, Lily, and Harry into hiding.

"We could send you to a place where he's already hit." Remus told them.

"It's a good idea, but I don't want to make the parents who lost a child feel worse." Dumbledore commented.

"True, then maybe we could…"

'CRACK'

They all looked up at the ceiling.

"That sounded like someone apparating," Sirius said.

James and Sirius quickly went upstairs. They looked in every room until they came to the sitting room. James immediately saw the box lying on the floor.

"Harry? Harry! Harry, where are you?" Tears started forming in James's eyes. "Damn it, Sirius. He got him!"

"Look at it this way, he won't go killing more children anymore."

James quickly flung around to face Sirius. He ran towards him and pinned him against the wall by his neck. "My son was just kidnapped by a murderer and you're acting as if it doesn't mean anything."

"You do remember Harry's…" James tightened his grip around Sirius's neck so he couldn't finish.

Lily, Remus, and Dumbledore came into the room finding James suffocating Sirius.

"James, let Sirius go right this instant." Dumbledore sternly said. James looked at the three and took his hand from Sirius's neck. Sirius collapsed on the floor holding his neck, breathing hard. Remus went to help him.

"James how could you! Sirius is one of your best friends and you almost killed him!" Lily yelled.

"I don't know what came over me. But Lily, Harry's gone. You-Know-Who took him away."

Dumbledore looked at the box lying on the floor. He picked it up and traced his finger around the emblem on the box. It was of the Slytherin snake. "What was in this box?"

"It was a necklace with a green emerald. It had come with him when we took him in."

"That was no ordinary necklace, James. It was the necklace of Salazar Slytherin. It has been passed down through their family for generations and if the bearer of the necklace gets separated from his or her parents it will lead the parents to the child. Harry must have slipped it on and Voldermort then knew where he was."

"I knew we shouldn't have given him it, Lily. Now look what we've done. We've lost our only son."

"We can get him back. We'll keep searching until we do. We'll start tonight. Let us gather everyone in the Order and we will make plans. He can't be too far from us." Dumbledore proclaimed.

Graveyard

Harry and the man had apparated to a graveyard. In front of them were three large marble headstones.

"This isn't my house. Do you know where it is?"

"This is your home. Your house is only a little ways from here. I just wanted to show you something." He pointed to the first headstone. "That my dear boy was your grandmother. Her name was Merope Gaunt. I never really got to know her but I just know that she was a very nice lady."

"Ummm, my grandmother's name is Rose… I think. I think that's what Daddy said her name was."

The man shook his head with a soft smile on his face. He didn't dare want to scare the child in case he would run away. He then pointed to the middle stone. "That was your retched grandfather, Tom Riddle. I don't see why my mother would of given me his cursed name since he had left her, but… never mind. I'll tell you when you're older."

Harry looked at the man but just shook his head and didn't bother with another comment. Even though the man tried to be nice he could tell he was very angry right now and figured if he bothered him he would get even angrier.

"Finally, your mother. She was the sweetest person anyone could ever meet. You would have loved her, I just know it."

Harry couldn't take this part. It wasn't because he knew Lily was alive, but he actually realized something. James and Lily were not his parents. He didn't really want to ask the question but he couldn't keep it in. "Are you my daddy?"

The man beamed. He nodded slowly and held out his hand. Harry took it and they walked away from the three headstones. Harry looked over his shoulder and quickly whispered. "I love you, Mommy."

Dining Room of # 12 Grimmauld Place

A small group of about twenty people were sitting around a table meant for about fifty. Dumbledore was sitting calmly in his seat at the head of the table. Everybody else was franticly squirming in their seats wondering what was about to happen.

"Now, let this meeting of the Order of Phoenix begin. I first thank all of you for coming on such short notice. This morning Harry Potter was stolen from the hands of James and Lily. We are to try and retrieve him back before any harm is done on the poor boy."

"Harm? Nobody said anything about Harry getting harmed!" Lily burst into tears. James tried to comfort her but nothing worked.

"I have a feeling that Voldermort still lives in his old home. It is near the graveyard where his parents and wife were buried. I'll have you put into groups and we can search there first."

"This is all just a waste of time. Why do we want to get him back when he's with his father now?" One of the new members mumbled. Luckily only the two people next to him heard and they just glared at him.

James was to stay with Lily while the rest of the Order was to go looking for Harry.

Riddle Mansion

Harry looked up at the tall looming building in front of them. "This is our home?"

"Why, don't you like it?" Harry squealed with delight and jumped up and down. "Settle young one. See to it that you don't waste your energy." Harry nodded and obeyed. They walked into a large main hall. Many pictures of Gaunt generations were hung on the walls. They then went up a large set of stairs and entered a room. The walls were painted dark green, which matched well with the dark wood furniture. Harry loved the colors. Not a trace of red and gold were in site.

"Is this my room, Daddy?"

The man just nodded and walked over to the dresser. He opened up the doors that showed Harry's new wardrobe. Many robes made of only dark colors showed. Harry walked to his father and put his hand across everyone. He felt like he was truly home.

"We'll have to pack it all up though. People are after us."

"Why? We didn't do anything bad… did we?"

The man didn't answer. He took a trunk from under the bed and opened it. Harry reached out for the clothes but found he was too short to take them down. The man sighed and took them down for him. He quickly stuffed them in not bothering to fold them. He pointed to the trunk with his wand and it shrunk. He picked it up and placed it in his pocket.

"Come now. We have to hurry."

"Where are we going, Daddy?" The man took Harry's hand and started towards the door, but he stopped at the word "Daddy". That was already the second time the boy had said it. Maybe the boy really felt that he was his father or otherwise the boy was too young to understand and just felt like whatever he was told was true.

They went downstairs quickly and went into what seemed to be a kitchen. On one of the counters an old tire laid. He told Harry to grab on tightly and not to let go until he said. The boy obeyed. The man held on too and counted to three. The room became a sudden blur. Harry became dizzy and closed his eyes to enjoy the floating/falling feeling.

"LET GO!" The man yelled. Harry did as he was told and started to fall fast. Before he got far though he felt arms catch him. He opened his eyes and found that the man was holding him. Once they safely got to the ground he let Harry down.

"Thank you. Can I ask one more question before we go any farther?"

"Yes, but do make it quick."

"What's your name?"

The man looked at him for a moment as if he didn't know what to say. Finally he answered, "Tom."

Before Harry had time to say anything Tom pulled him by his arm into the woods that were up ahead. Low branches and brush scratched them both. While going deeper into the woods there was much less branches and brush so Harry stopped watching out. Before he knew it he was scratched in the forehead with a sharp stick. He cried out in pain and put a hand to his head. When he brought it back blood was on it. Tom looked at him and picked him up. They ran quickly into the middle of the forest until they reached a fairly large rock. With a flick of his wand Tom moved the rock easily to reveal a door. He opened it up and quietly walked inside.

Everything was pitch black and it smelled musty. Tom made light come from his wand and the room lit up. It was fairly small. There were coat hangers on one side and a black wall on the other. In front of them was a door. They went through and came to a large hallway. This time no pictures were hung on the walls only unlit torches. Tom still didn't put Harry down and went into another room. There many bottles full of potions stood on shelves and a dusty leather chair was in a corner.

Tom set Harry down on the chair and walked over to a small shelf that was separate from the others. He scanned the shelf until he took down a bottle and a wrap. He kneeled in front of Harry and dabbed some of the contents from the bottle on his cut. Harry breathed in through clenched teeth.

"I know it hurts, my son, but if you want it to heal I need to do this." He wrapped the bandage around his head to stop the bleeding. Harry hopped off the chair and hugged Tom. Tom hadn't been hugged ever since his wife was still living. It felt odd to him now, but he gave one back in return.

Harry let go and looked at him. "Are we safe now?"

"We should be for awhile. No one except you and me know of this place. I hope to keep it like that too. Now do you want to see your new room?"

Harry quickly nodded up and down. Tom took his hand once again and led him out of the room and father down the main hall. A large archway stood in front of them. When they entered the room Harry found themselves in what seemed to be a large throne room. A pure golden throne stood all alone in the empty room. Harry looked up at his father to see why he had this room but the man looked straight ahead as if he was trying to forget about the room.

They walked through two other hallways before they came to the door, which Harry hoped was his room. Tom told him to open the door and Harry opened it a crack. He could already see that it was similar to the one at the other house. He slowly opened it all the way and walked inside. The room was painted dark green and had dark wood furniture. The bed and dresser were in the same place as the other house and they looked the same too.

Tom walked in and took out the shrunken trunk from his pocket. He pointed his wand at it and it became its normal size. Harry opened it and looked at the clothes. They were so much nicer than the ones he had. He took out a black robe with silver edges and put it over his clothes. It felt perfect to him. He smiled to his father.

While closing the large trunk his stomach grumbled. Harry looked up and Tom just laughed. "You must be hungry after all the walking. Why don't we go to the kitchen and find something to eat. Then I can show you around."

"Can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I always have those on Saturdays."

"What ever you want we can have."

Graveyard

"What are we supposed to be looking for anyway?" One of the Order members asked.

"Anything that will lead us to Tom and Harry. Why don't your group and Remus's go to his house? We'll stick around here." Dumbledore announced.

The two groups trudged up a hill that led to the Riddle mansion.

"There's no one here, Remus. Maybe we should just head back to headquarters and make a locating potion."

"Those take months to make, Gregory. We need to find him now. Plus we would need something with Voldermort's hair or skin. It wouldn't work for Harry, he's too young." Remus told him. "But I am quite sure you're right that they're not here. We'll need about two people to watch guard over the place in case they come back. The rest of us can go back to the graveyard."

Gregory and a new member of the Order stayed behind while the rest went to the graveyard.

Voldermort's Cave

After Harry and Tom both finished their sandwiches and Tom got Harry clean again it was nearly 6:00 pm. Since Harry was beginning to get tired Tom thought it was a good idea to go to the library. He sat down in an armchair in front of the fireplace while Harry searched for a book. It didn't take him very long. He had soon come back with a fairly thick book. Tom put Harry on his lap and looked at the book, Taken.

"Are you sure you want this one? You might not be able to understand it."

Harry nodded and answered, "I don't mind if I don't understand it. I just like hearing your voice." Tom smiled at him and opened the book. He started reading it.

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