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Author Notes: Sorry this took so long to write I was busy with school and colleges and finals, so finally here is the Chapter and I am almost done the next one. I promise that you will be happy with the next chapter too!

Brief Summary of what's happening and what is going to happen: My story for some who get confused is about how Harry was raised by Voldemort. Harry has no idea what happened in his past, but he thinks his future after Hogwarts is going to be a spot as Voldemorts right hand man. However, as Harry proceeds through his first year at Hogwarts, things start to come up that contradict the storied he has been told as a child.

The story that he has been told is that his parents were Death Eaters working for Voldemort. They were very trustworthy applicants for the job. However, when Voldemort was gaining strength and looking for more followers, the Potters were killed by an Auror, Dumbledore.

We know this story to be false but Harry being young and naïve has no other story to believe and has been 'fed' this lie since he was born. When his letter for Hogwarts comes in Voldemort knows that Harry will hear the truth. So Voldemort takes over Quirrel's body to 'watch' over Harry.

With Harry, being a powerful wizard, on the team and now branded as a Death Eater, Voldemort hopes to use Harry to kill those he feels a treat, or mudbloods and muggle-lovers. So, Voldemort is holding off of killing Harry until such deeds have been done.

As for Snape he is lost between two things, Harry knows who is in Voldemorts close circle, and that is a threat if Harry were to ever go to the good side, like Snape. However, unknown to Harry Snape still holds a secret.

As for James, Lupin, Sirius, and Pettigrew, obviously they were still best friends in the past, but Harry is going to have a reunion with one of them, and it's not his godfather.

Chapter 10

The Past

The school was buzzing with the upcoming Quidditch game. Harry was sitting with Draco, who was deep in conversation with Harry, but he was not listening. Instead, Harry was staring past Draco at Dumbledore, who was whispering to Snape. Harry tried to read their lips, but that was not his talent. Another conversation from the Gryffindor table next to them made Harry strain his ears. He could tell it was Ron talking to Hermione.

"That was Hagrid," Ron said as he paused, "He says that it's important that we talk to him. Should we ask him about the stone? Since it is his dog guarding it."

"How do they know?" Harry wondered out loud.

"Know what?" Draco asked.

"Nothing," Harry turned to watch them leave, "I have to go."

Harry ran off after the two, they were headed outside. Harry wanted to talk to them right then, but this was too good to lose up on. He knew he should have his cloak, but he knew that they knew about the stone. If anything he can force them into telling him what they know.

Hiding behind a tree, he made sure they were inside until sneaking up to the side of the cabin and leaning straining to hear, which was easier than expected. The house had many open holes in the wooden walls; Harry picked a spot and watched.

"Hagrid what is it you needed to talk about?" Hermione asked sitting in a giant chair in the corner.

"Well, yer see soon enuf," the giant said walking to the fireplace and out of Harry's eye line.

"How did you get one of those Hagrid?" Ron asked looking in the direction of the fireplace.

Harry could not see what was going on, he stood slowly to look in the window; Hagrid was standing with some sort of egg in his hands. Hagrid gingerly tiptoed to the table and set the egg down. The three leaned in as the egg started to crack open. Harry could not hear anything, but he was engrossed in the animal that was peaking out of the egg.

"A dragon?" Harry asked questioningly out loud.

Wide-eyed Harry was caught Hermione was staring at him. He hid back to his little hole in the wall, "Who was that?" Hagrid asked.

"Potter." Ron said looking out the now empty window,

"The Harry Potter?" Hagrid said impressed, "How's he dealing with everything with you-know-who."

"The Harry Potter? You-know-who? Who's that?" Harry thought wondering what the giant was talking about.

"Actually it's weird, he's in Slytherin." Hermione added with hatred, "He's called me a mudblood! I hate those Slytherins!"

Harry clenched grass blades in his knuckles. They all looked scared, "You should probably go, knowing Slytherin goody-two-shoes 'll go 'nd tell a teacher."

Harry snuck away and stood on the path to the school. He watched as the two said their good-byes and ran towards the school, they slowed down as they approached Harry who was standing with a smug look on his face.

"What do you want?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing." Harry answered, "But I know what you know."

"About what?" Ron questioned.

"Follow me," Harry knew they were questioning whether or not it was a practical joke, "Don't worry, I'm acting alone."

"Good, with that Malfoy around you two are no good." Ron joked.

Harry led them to the room he knew used to hold the mirror until it was moved. Now the room was empty. They walked in and Harry sat down in the middle of the floor.

"Okay, I'm only going to say this to you two, I really hate to go against my father. That's why I'm here, I haven't told Draco this either, I heard you talking this morning. I know about the stone, I want to know what you know and how."

"Harry, wait a second, you know about the stone?" Hermione asked.

"Yes I do."

"We're not telling you anything until you tell us what you want with it."

Harry knew that they would go straight to Dumbledore if they knew he was trying to take it, "I heard about it from my father, he is very ill and needs to build again. He has asked that I research about the stone's power. All I know is that a Nicholas Flamel used to hold it, but it has been relocated to this school, under the trap door with that dog. I held my end of the bargain."

"Well, we had a slight mishap with that dog, and I noticed the door, rather than this non-observant scared pussy here." Hermione laughed as she pointed to Ron and blushed.

"He had three heads Hermione!" Ron yelled.

"Keep your voiced down." Harry said straining his hearing to try and catch any movement.

"We had knowledge of Nicholas Flamel, but we think that Snape is trying to steal it."

This information startled Harry; he knew that he was getting the stone, why would Snape help his former master when he's been gone? "Snape? How do you figure that?"

"Well you remember when the troll was in the school? While everyone was hurrying to the exits, Snape ran off to the third-floor corridor, so we suspected that he let in the troll as a distraction. Besides we thing that Snape is secretly working for you-know-who."

"Not too shabby, but I should play dumb, they should not know that Quirrel let in the troll so he could try and get to the third floor. Why was Snape headed there too?" Harry thought.

"Snape is working for who? Who is you-know-who?" Harry asked.

"You don't know?" Hermione and Ron said in unison.

"No, should I?"

"Yes, he's the one who gave you that scar, he's the one who killed your family."

"Oh Dumbledore." Harry said then placed a hand over his big mouth.

"No, Harry, not Dumbledore. You don't know? Everyone in the school knows your name Harry. We are just confused with your choice of friends and decisions. I am not sure I should be the one to tell you. I have a question, who is this 'father'?" Hermione explained.

"His name is V---" Suddenly Harry somehow got a feeling that saying his actual name would be disastrous, "Tom, but I just call him Dad." Harry said almost too nonchalantly.

Ron shuddered as Harry was speaking.

"So, how long have you been living with" Hermione took a deep breath, "Your father."

"Since I was a baby, he's raised me. What is wrong with you two? You look like you just seen a ghost."

"Nothing, nothing, can I get an honest answer Harry?"

"Depends on the question."

"Where is your father?"

Harry knew that the real answer would probably be even weirder than the question, "As I said he is very ill."

"And he's looking for the stone? So are we right? Is Snape working for you-know-who?" Ron said.

"Snape doesn't work for who ever that guy is." Harry slipped out.

"WHAT?"

Their conversation was interrupted with a loud echo of the yells, and Filch's shuffling, "Harry, you have to believe us, you should go to your father, and tell him that Snape changed teams."

"He didn't change teams, I would know." Another mistake.

"What?"

"Let's just say I have a way to tell who is on the team." Harry rubbed his fore arm.

Running out the door they went their separate ways. Harry was left with more questions then he entered with, with that he ran to Quirrel's room, but what he did not know was that Hermione and Ron were following him.

"I need that stone Quirrel," hissed an angry man behind Quirrel's head.

"I know master, I am waiting on Harry. He is hopefully going to come with new information, oh Harry."

Harry burst angrily through the doors, "Expelliarmus!" Quirrel's wand flew out off his desk and into Harry's free hand.

"I'll snap this in half unless you tell me what the hell is going on." Harry shook as he shouted.

"Let me talk to the boy." Quirrel turned around and Harry was facing his dad.

"Listen Dad, I am risking my neck to try and get you better, and I heard that you haven't been telling me the truth."

"Harry, son, I know everything is confusing, what have you heard."

"You-know-who? That's what these people call you? Why?" Harry demanded.

"What a smart lad I raised, I am you-know-who Harry, but what have I said since you entered this school."

"That no one knows the truth and whatever they say is a lie?"

"Yes my lad, so why do you doubt me? I would never lie to you."

From the door Hermione and Ron were safely watching horror stricken at the sight. Suddenly Voldemort stopped in mid-sentence, "I smell fear." Using Quirrel's hand, he opened the door wide to reveal Hermione and Ron.

"WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE!" Hermione shouted wand in hand.

"Harry give me my wand." Quirrel said.

"Harry no! You are not being told the truth."

"Harry, what have I said from the beginning."

Harry walked towards Quirrel and handed him his wand, and took out his own and pointed it at Hermione and Ron, "I can't believe I would talk to a couple of complete morons."

"Harry, you are standing next to a murderer!"

"OBLIVIATE!" Shouted Quirrel to the two students, then wrapped his head in the purple turban.

They blinked once, as Harry and Quirrel hid their wands, "What were we doing here?" Ron asked.

"You were just leaving." Harry said pointing to the door.

They angrily looked at Harry and left. With that Harry ran after them to make sure they were completely gone. Once they were gone Harry turned back to Quirrel, wand in hand, "Listen Professor Quirrel, I really don't care about this whole thing, I want Dad to get all better, but so many people have told me different things from what you have told me. I just want to get this year over and done with."

"That's fine and dandy Mr. Potter, but why would those two be here if you weren't previously talking to them?"

"Because I followed them to that block Hagrid's shack, and they both know about the stone."

"THEY WHAT?" Quirrel and Voldemort shouted rattling the room.

"Exactly, so I thought I should try and get information out of them."

"How, Crucio, Imperious? How?"

"Talking kindly, ever tried that technique Quirrel?" Harry said sarcastically.

"You are a comedian Potter. I want you to keep a sharp eye on them, and if need be pretend to be friendly to get more information. What do they know?"

"The dog is Hagrid's."

"We already know that?" Quirrel said putting his hands on his hips.

"We do?"

"Yes, I asked him about the dog when you told me a while back, well my master asked him."

"Dad? How? He's so weak!"

"Well, let's just say we know how to calm him."

"YOU DIDN'T BOTHER TO TELL ME?"

"Well, Harry…"

"Fine, you don't need my help? You better damn well pay me for the crap I had to put up with."

With that Harry stormed out of the classroom. With Quirrel cursing at him to come back, but Harry was in no mood to talk.

Harry however had much to think about that night, and with some things out of the way, he had to find some way to get the stone before his father, so he would be able to get something out of it. Harry did not want to make the move when Dumbledore was in the school, since he somehow knows where to spy on Harry. Harry drafted a false Ministry of Magic letter asking for Dumbledore's appearance at a hearing. After many hours he finally had something he was proud of.

"With Dumbledore gone I will be able to get the stone."

Chapter 11: Going under

Harry goes through the trap door, with who I cannot say. Also the person he sees at the end is a surprise nope not anyone you could possibly think of, if you guess it right I will give a special note to you! Lol Not much but guess anyway!

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