Notes: This story does starts off where book five ended. No Horcrux's here.

Also, unlike all my previous other stories, I have actually finished this one, so you don't have to worry about me abandoning it : )

I'll post a chapter a week, for a total of 12 chapters, and 23,000-ish words. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 7 - Truths be Told

The next couple of weeks were unsettling for Harry. Students kept looking at him oddly as if sensing that Harry wasn't the real Harry. He stuck to hanging out more with Neville, wondering how much he underappreciated Neville back home. He helped Harry with everything, homework, girls (including Lavendar's obsession with him) and his brother.

Neville will let Harry know about Nathan's troubles in the house, mainly due to his friendship with Sophie from Ravenclaw and Marie from Hufflepuff but also some minor things with Ron. Harry was amused to find out that Luna often tutored the three and he made a point to keep himself available for the three as well.

The sky was bright, hurting Harry's eyes as he made his way out to a secluded patch of grass surrounded by trees at the ledge of the lake. Neville had found this place during first year and kept it as his own private hide-a-way but he shared it Harry about a week ago when he realized that his friendship with Harry wasn't short term.

Crisp green grass flattened under Harry's feet as he lowered himself to the ground, handing the basket of food over to Neville.

"What's for lunch today?" asked Neville. He pulled out a few tuna sandwiches and handed one over to Harry. "Oh, the Headmaster wanted to see you after lunch"

Harry froze, his tuna sandwich stuck inches from his mouth.

"All right there, Harry?" asked Neville, wiping crumbs off his cardigan sweater.

"Yeah," said Harry, clearing his throat to remove the lump that had formed. He lowered his sandwich back to the basket, no longer hungry.

"Is this about you being sick?"

"Yeah," said Harry, closing his eyes and leaning back. He spent the remainder of lunch in a comfortable silence with Neville, relishing the fact that Hermione wasn't there drilling him for information.

After parting from Neville under the stone entrance of Hogwarts, Harry made his way over towards Dumbledore's office. He stared at the Gargoyle, wondering what the password was. His nerves were going crazy and he wasn't in the mood to list off candies.

"Potter, move." said Professor Snape, appearing behind him. Harry shuffled to the left.

"You're meeting with Dumbledore?" asked Harry, somewhat bitter as he already figured out the answer.

"How very astute," he replied stonily, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Fickle Berries".

The Gargoyle moved. Professor Snape motioned for Harry to go ahead of him into Dumbledore's office. Trinkets and weird antiques that were unidentifiable to Harry lay all over. There seemed to be fewer now then back in Harry's own world. Perhaps the Headmaster didn't have as much time to travel and pick them up due to the ongoing war.

Two chairs were conjured in front of Albus' desk, leaving three in total. Just as Harry was about to ask who else was coming, the floo light up and Remus stepped out.

"Now, I trust you both have looked over Harry's file?" asked the Headmaster as he gestured with one hand towards the chairs. Remus sat at the one nearest the fireplace leaving Professor Snape to choose the furthest one. Harry's cheek twitched; he was stuck with the chair between the two men.

"I would like to do a few of my own scans, if I may?" asked Snape, passing a list over to Dumbledore, ignoring Remus. With a nod of approval by the Headmaster, Snape turned towards Harry. Harry moved to stand up.

"No Potter, it's best you stayed sitting," said Snape, tapping his wand in his hand thoughtfully.

"Before you start, may I see the list?" asked Remus, holding his hand out expectantly. When Dumbledore didn't move, he continued "I've only been looking after him since his birth." he said displeased.

"Some things are better off left unknown," said Albus, calmly looking back at Remus.

"Give me your word that none of them will harm him in any way and I will let you proceed," Remus countered, stepping between Harry and Snape.

"Remus, Please." said Dumbledore, "There's no need for theatrics." Harry saw Remus bristle, but he didn't move. "The most Harry will get is a headache. I give you my word."

Remus contemplated Dumbledore for a moment before turning to Harry.

"You'll let me know if anything hurts or feels off?" he asked. Harry nodded.

Remus sat down in the chair beside Harry, keeping his wand in his hand. Snape threw a blue spell at Harry, causing tingles that soon faded. This was followed by an orange spell in a language Harry never heard that left his head pounding. Various other colors were thrown at Harry, all either numbing him, causing tingling, or making his headache intensify but aside from the headaches, the affects all left within minutes.

Snape continued on; Purple, White, Gray. All the sudden, everything hurt. Harry cried out, curling into a ball to try to calm the pain. He heard a rushing sound in his ears and started screaming.

In a few minutes, the pain faded leaving Harry's throat burning, his eyes wet from tears. Snape lay on the other side of the room unconscious on the ground while Remus stood hovering over Harry, a steady pulse of magic leaving his wand and onto Harry.

Once Dumbledore saw that Harry was awake, he went over and woke Snape, helping him to his feet and into a chair.

"You lied!" hissed Remus, glaring at the two.

"I wasn't expecting to find anything," replied Dumbledore calmly, who took his seat back in his chair.

"That doesn't excuse it," said Remus. He looked at Snape, then snatched the list of spells out of his hand. His eyes roamed down the list, stopping half way down. He paled, then turned towards to Harry. Whatever he saw in Harry made him blanch before he closed his eyes warily.

"Remus, please sit. We need to discuss this," said Dumbledore, his long wrinkled fingers tapping the armrest of his seat.

"Harry's coming with me," Remus said. He pulled Harry out of the seat and led him to the fireplace, keeping himself between the professors and Harry.

"Remus, I must insist-" continued Dumbledore.

"Well to bad, this isn't a school matter any further as it occurred this summer," said Remus, growling lightly. His eyes shone yellow, reminding Harry of Remus' condition.

Remus threw the powder into the Floo. "Harry, floo home." Harry stared back at him, then at the fire. He didn't know the Floo name for his home.

Remus looked like he would get sick when he looked at Harry and realized he didn't know what to call out. He pushed Harry into the floo. "Potter's Lair".

When he fell out of the floo, he found himself facing his mother at wand point. "Oh, it's you Harry. You should have let me know you were coming," she said, helping him up from the floor, spelling the dirt away.

Remus came out a moment later. Lily only glanced at him for a moment before going on alert.

"Call James, Lily." Remus said. He stood in front of Harry, rubbing his hand through Harry's hair before pulling Harry's head towards him and kissing the top of it.

"Cub, I'm just going to talk to your parents for a few minutes. How about you go up to your room and lay down till we call you down?" he asked. Harry made to leave the room, but Remus pushed a yellow potion in his hand. "For your headache."

Harry went up to his room, hearing the gentle swish of the floo system as his father came home. He chugged the potion down, placing the potion on the side table. He laid down clutching the soft blanket beneath him in his fists. He could hear the muffled voices from below and realized that his parents forgot to put up a silencing wall. But Harry was too worried to go down and listen.

Would his parents know the truth now? Would they send him home? Harry did not want to go home. Everything was better. Stressful and messed up, yes, but… even if Sirius hated him, he was alive. And Remus was cured. And he had a brother, and parents! And Hermione and Ron seemed happy, even if they were different. Harry started hyperventilating, pulling his arms across his chest to try to calm his breathing.

James stepped into the room, taking in a pale faced boy who was heaving in ragged breaths. He quickly joined Harry on the bed, pulling Harry into his arms. He started rocking Harry slowly. "It's alright Harry." He whispered softly. "Everything will be alright. We know, and it's ok." James kept repeating these words, over and over and eventually Harry calmed down, his breathing back to normal.

He leaned against his dad, overly tired. He heard a noise at the door and saw Lily, his mother, standing there tear stained.

"Oh Harry, why didn't you tell us?" she asked, joining his father on his bed.

"Because, I don't know!" Harry said, still feeling overly emotional. "I woke up, and I was here. Not at Private Drive. And then everything was different. I wasn't even a Gryffindor anymore. I don't know how I ended up here" He shook his head then looked up at his parents. "I don't want to leave this though, don't make me go back please." They looked at him sadly.

"Harry, you are our Harry. I know you're confused so I'll explain, all right?" Lily asked looking down at Harry, her son.

"Somehow you've inflicted yourself with a dark spell that causes altered perceptions. But it didn't work correctly. Sometimes, when this spell is incomplete, or done incorrectly, it causes a mix-up of realities. What happened is that you've experienced a different reality then what actually happened."

"You mean, this isn't an alternate universe, I didn't replace anyone?" Harry said hopefully.

"That's right, you're still our boy, you've just experienced different things" said James.

"It's like there were two worlds, Harry, that you've lived. The one that the rest of us know, and the one your mind gave you. It doesn't exist, but all the things that happened to you from that world was real. Everything you remember could have happened, none of it is wrong or a lie, just not what actually happened. Do you understand?" said Lily, trying her best to explain it.

"So, that's why I had injuries that you didn't know about. Are you're sure I'm not from another universe?" Harry asked sceptically.

"Positive." said Lily. "The spell Severus performed show the residue of this Dark Magic. This is a documented and studied phenomenon. They've even done studies monitoring the soul of the person, before submersing them in that spell. While the subject thought they were a different person, they were not. Their soul was the same. They were just seeing and believing a reality."

"Imagine it like this Harry," Lily continued. "You're playing Quidditch at School. You see the Snitch. You can go get it or you can let Gryfindor get it. If you caught it, Slytherin wins the cup, you gain fame, a Hufflepuff girl awards you with a kiss" her she grinned at him. "Then you eventually get married and have thirty kids." Harry gave a small laugh.

"But, if you let Gryffindor win. You would have to work extra hard in school to be able to get extra points in your classes to make up the points towards winning the cup, you gain extra knowledge you wouldn't have otherwise got, and eventually find a Ravenclaw that runs off with you to a Muggle University to see what Muggle life is like."

"Both are real. But one is what happened and one is what could have happened. Let's say you chose to catch the snitch. The Ravenclaw you never dated is still named Marie. Marie is still obsessed with butterflies and was called bunny when she was a baby and she does go to Muggle university. It's all real. But it didn't happen to you. Is that clearer?"

"Could I read these reports though?" asked Harry, still a little disbelieving. His parents shared looks.

"I can see if I can get permission from work to let you in to read them," said Lily. "These studies aren't for the public. I wish you had told us".

"He wouldn't have remembered," said James.

"But you've obviously noticed differences," said Lily, looking at Harry for an explanation. "What made you think we were that much different from us in your memory?"

Harry looked at her stricken. He flushed and then looked down, unable to look them in the face.

"You died,"

Silence met him until his father cleared his throat uneasily behind him. "So, Ah, that's why you're acting odd with Sirius then, he raised you?"

Harry stayed silent, closing his eyes. He knew how bad his parents would feel, knowing what Harry remembered. But it didn't happen, right?

So Harry told them. Everything, Even more then what he told Sirius. He told the,m what he learned about how he ended up at the Dursley's to living in a closet, to Professor Quirrell, to Sirius falling in the veil.

When he finally finished talking, Lily grabbed him from James' arms and pulled him against her. "Oh, my baby. I'm so so sorry," she said, rocking him. He could feel the wetness of her cheeks against his face, her tears on him.

"We need to tell Remus and Sirius," said James. "And Nathan."

"Sirius knows; that's why he's mad at me," said Harry, feeling a little bitter that Sirius didn't react the same way as his parents.

"He knew about the spell?" said Lily darkly. She looked ready to storm out and curse Sirius right then.

"No, not the spell. I didn't know about the spell, just everything else. So I told him about… everything else…"

"So, he thought you were our Harry, from another universe who just landed here alone," she said venomously. "He didn't help you or tell us so we could help you."

"But he thought I made the other Harry leave!" said Harry, needing to defend Sirius.

"Harry, that's not an excuse. He should have cared enough to help," said his father from behind him. "I can't believe he didn't tell us."

"Oh, well…" said Harry, "I kinda asked him do an oath of secrecy." Harry cringed as his mother turned her glare onto him. "I didn't know! I was scared and he was suppose to help me!" Harry said frantically, trying to spit out as much as possible. "I thought you and dad would hate me and he wasn't suppose to hate me and things were suppose to be ok!"

He saw his mother calm down a bit, though her face was still tight with lingering anger.

"Very well, just understand you don't have to hide anything from us, alright?" she asked seriously.

"Yes mom," he responded, feeling a little sheepish. She rolled her eyes at him but then kissed him again on the head before sitting up.

"I think you should nap," she declared. Harry opened his eyes to argue but then his dad leaned him down.

"We'll be here downstairs when you wake up Harry. Promise." Said James, looking down at Harry.

"But I'm not tired," protested Harry.

"Sleep." Lily commanded. She turned off the lights, shot a wordless spell at the window to block the sunlight and accio'd a sleeping potion to the side of the bed in case Harry needed it. The door shut quietly as his parents left the room. Harry contemplated taking the potion before tiredness overcame him naturally and he fell into deep slumber.

Lily and James were sitting at the kitchen table. A pot of tea and biscuits were out cold in front of them.

"So, are you going to deal with Sirius or am I?" asked Lily. James' eyes flickered before darkening.

"I will. Expect us back in an hour. You can get Remus and Nathan?" he asked.

After Remus and Nathan were floo'd in from Hogwarts, James used the floo to go to the Ministry of Magic.

"That man, oh he irritates me!" complained Lily she reheated the tea and summoned some more tea biscuits from the kitchen.

"Dad? What'd he do?" asked Nathan curiously.

"No, not your father. Dumbledore. What part of 'this is a family matter' does he not understand," she huffed.

She eyed the two critically as Remus served himself tea and Nathan filled his mouth with biscuit. She then explained everything to the two of them.

Remus silently contemplated what Lily told him about what Harry's memories. "Well, that explains why he knew about my Lycanthropy."

Nathan looked up the stairs worriedly, trying to process it all. Just then a scream vibrated through the house.

"Harry!" Lily yelled out, running up the stairs and barging into the room. She saw Harry trembling on the bed still screaming in his sleep.

"Harry, Harry, wake up!" said Lily, shaking him hard against the bed. Remus put his hands on Nathan's shoulder's to help calm him as they watched from the door way.

Harry woke up with a start, breathing in a quick deep breath. He looked around wildly as though searching for something. "Where is he! Where's Voldemort?" he asked frantically, scrambling for his wand from beneath his pillow.

"Harry stop!" At Lily's worried voice, Harry squinted at her, realizing where he was. He reached for his glasses and pushed them onto his nose.

"Harry, what was that?" asked Nathan fearfully from the doorway. For the first time, Harry noticed how young Nathan was.

"It's ok Harry. I told him everything," said Lily. Harry blinked at her, remembering that she told him something like that before he fell asleep.

"Right… Well, I forgot a part." He said, scowling at his hands on his lap.

"What is it baby?" she asked, taking her hands in his. He looked up into her eyes.

"I have a connection to Voldemort and it looks like it wasn't just in my mind."

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End of Chapter

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