This story is a traduction. The original story is called "Sobre la Verdadera Historial del Niño que Vivió" and it's written in Spanish by NorixBlack.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

In case I haven't said this before:

These are thoughts.

"These are Harry and Voldemort talking through the connection."

CHAPTER 10

Harry run to reach his common room. Ginny stayed a little behind him not to raise suspicions. Ron and Hermione were leaving at that moment, with all their housemates behind them.

"Merlin, Harry! Where were you? Didn't you hear McGonagall? Something is going to happen, if it wasn't the case, they wouldn't be taking us to the security rooms…. is your scar hurting? Have you had any visions?" Hermione said in a rush.

"Don't listen to her mate, she is hysterical."

They went through corridors and passageways, always looked after by Almost Headless Nick and another ghost whose name Harry didn't remember.

The students whispered between scared and excited and many of them looked out of the corner of their eyes to their supposed saviour.

But the boy who lived was lost in his own world, he ignored both the indiscreet looks and the speech Granger was throwing him about the security of the rooms they were going. His mind flew next to Severus, who must have been having a fabulous time in the attack.

Finally, after going down two floors, in the fifth floor, they stopped at a portrait of a young wizard with a lionlike mane who was dressing in a medieval way. The green eyed was surprised, he had never seen that portrait before.

"Gryffindors! How nice to see you! It has been a long time since I've been used, since 1943, if my calculations are correct."

"Sorry, sir, but, can you let us in? The school is in danger" said a sixth year prefect of Gryffindor.

"So then, what are you doing here, my little lions? You have to fight to protect the ladies and the youngsters!"

"Hey! We can protect ourselves!" Ginny jumped, very angry at the portrait.

The students looked at each other, asking themselves who was the man in the portrait who was calling them little lions. The Ravenclaws appeared then, led by anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil, who after the death of his twin sister hadn't been the same again.

"What's the matter? Why don't you go in?"

"Because we are preparing a party" Ron replied. Maybe the Ravenclaw idiot thought they were there because they wanted to.

"If they are the eagles of my beautiful Rowena!" Interrupted the portrait waving at the new arrivals.

The students looked at each other again, this time with mocking faces.

"I know who you are!" Luna said suddenly. The other looked at her strangely. "You don't see it? It's pretty clear…"

"Stop with the talk, Lovegood and tell us who he is once and for all" Blaise insisted. The students of the four houses had already arrived and now they were piled in the narrow corridor.

"It's Gryffindor! Godric Gryffindor!"

"My dear lady, how intelligent you are! I should name you knight and honorary Gryffindor" The portrait replied at the same time he drew a sword, a sword that Harry recognised as the oone he had pulled out of the sorting hat on his second year.

The truth was that he still asked himself how he had done it. That was luck and all the other things were trivialities.

So this is Gryffindor.

He observed him attentively, apart from the characteristic hair, the founder seemed like a normal man, strong but not stocky, attractive but not as much as Sirius was… His yellow eyes were fixed in something situated above him… in his scar.

"But what do my eyes see! The boy who lived! Very nice to meet you, boy! So you are in my house… I don't doubt it, you are a true gryffindor."

I wouldn't have seen that coming.

"He is the true lion king" Malfoy said, and his commentary produced many laughs among the students.

Harry tightened his fists and left his mind blank to avoid breaking his friend's half in two.

"Can you let us in, please?" Said a kid from Hufflepuff.

"No."

Sighs went through the corridor.

"And can I know why not?" Harry asked, starting to get angry.

"Because I only let in the pople my dear lion Albus wants me to, and as he is not here, you don't go in."

"Godric, please, let the cubs in, they could be in danger" the headmaster appeared in the corridor at that moment.

"With cubs you mean only my cubs, don't you?"

"No my dear Godric, we are in an extreme situation, that's why we have called you. Everybody without an exception must be sheltering here."

"The viper attempts too?" The slytherin protested.

"Godric, please, behave. Left your differences with Salazar aside for a moment, they are only innocent kids."

Innocents, he says. The invincibles thought. Voldemort raised an eyebrow, he was making great efforts not to send the headmaster an Avada Kedavra. But no, he had to control himself, it wasn't the moment nor the place.

"Okay Albus, but I don't want any hissing."

Dumbledore nodded. The portrait moved and allowed the students to enter what seemed like a common room, but with some differences. This room was for the four houses and as such, the banners of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin decorated the place.

"And why does that fossil of the lion have to be guarding the door if this room is for everyone?" Draco asked "That has a name: discrimination."

Some students were getting comfortable in the different couches of the room. To the joy of Harry, his friends seated near him.

"For your knowledge, Malfoy. When this room was first used was to protect the students of your dear Slytherin, who had became mad."

"Mind you words, mudblood" Tom said, standing up to his ancestor "Salazar was one of the most powerful wizards of all time, I won't let you talk about him that way."

Hermione fell silent.

"Why don't you go to poisson the air to another place?" Ron said.

"Because this room belongs to everybody and I don't see your name written anywhere, Weasley. If it is such a bother, you move."

"Dream on, ferret."

"Whatever you say, wesel."

"Shut up!"

"You started it, what's the matter now? You don't know any other bad word?"

Ron pulled out his wand and Draco did the same.

Give him what he deserves, please. Potter thought, cheering for his brother in all but blood.

"Ronald, no! You are a prefect and as such you must give an example!"

The redhead looked at the blonde with hate and after some moments he obeyed Hermione.

"Don't think you are free, Malfoy. One day I will get to you and…"

"...you will get the humiliation of your life" Malfoy finished "By the way, I didn't thought you could fall lower, but I now see I was wrong. Going out with a mudblood…"

Harry hid his laugh pretending to have a cough attack, while Hermione blushed lightly.

"Shut up, Death Eater!"

Draco looked at him, smiling mockingly.

In different corners of the room there were arguments like this one but after some minutes of adaptation, the atmosphere calmed.

"Harry, you have to go now!"

Harry looked at Voldemort for a moment and then directed his gaze to his 'friends'.

"I'm going to the bathroom" When he was going, seamus told him:

"Try to find out what's happening."

The snakes followed Harry five minutes later. harry was looking at his reflection in one of the mirrors, waiting patiently for his friends.

"Even if you look at yourself in the mirror for a thousand years, you won't get more handsome" Theo laughed.

Pansy, without wasting any time pulled a timeturner from her robe. "Get close to me." The other obliged, surrounding the blonde girl.

Suddenly, the door opened but the invincibles didn't even wink. "I'm sorry, I'm late" Ginny apologised, panting.

When they all were ready, Pansy turned the little hourglass and everything started to blur. After some second everything went back to its normal shape.

The present was now the past, and time was playing for them.

"Do you have the cloak?" Blaise asked looking around, making sure they were alone.

"Who do you think I am?" Harry replied, showing the valuable cloak.

The six teenagers moved in the utmost of silences through the dark passageway that led to the town. The noises of the battle started to be heard clearly.

"Who will go first?" asked the youngest of the group.

"Me" Draco replied "It's my turn."

The others nodded, agreeing with the proposal. They put the hoods of their battle cloaks on and their faces were hidden by the shadows.

The angelical figure of the blonde disappeared from the passageway that led to Honeydukes with a pop that made the others smile. Draco liked to be noticed in any situation, whatever it was.

The shouts increased in volume. Harry and Ginny followed the Malfoy fortune heir. Behind them was Pansy, and last but not least, Blaise and Theo.

The landscape was distressing. The battle was hard and bloody, but the majority of the lossed belonged to the aurors. When the invincibles appeared a shiver went through the presents. Harry enjoyed his opponent's fear and fed from it. At his signal, his friends started to attack.

The spells, curses and charms crossed the town from one side to the other. The dark mark stood in the sky with elegance…

Potter felt how Nagini was troubled in the manor. He decided to invoke her, a giant snake would cause panic among the few citizens that remained in the town.

Nagini made his magistral apparition in the central square. Her first movement was swallowing the owner of the Tea Shop, Madam Puddifoot, a place where he had been in fifth year with Cho. Her husband fainted with the spectacle, becoming easily the second victim of the reptil.

"Make them suffer, dear. Don't kill them so fast, what's the good part in doing so?" Harry hissed.

"There are a lot of preys…. a lot of time… let me have fun…"

Harry threw the killing curse at the first auror that crossed his path, probably, he was fairly new and wasn't even twenty years old, but he had chosen the wrong side that would led him to his death.

A cynic smile crossed his face and he fixed his attention in the battle again.

As if from nowhere, ten aurors surrounded the invincibles, Potter recognised them easily. They were the elite, the best, experts in white magic, martial arts and, above all… fencing. By direct orders the two times they had battled they had let them live, but today they could whatever they wanted.

Each one of them drew a sword. The blades shined with the last rays of the sun. He exchanged looks with his friends, this wasn't a joke anymore, now they were fighting for their lives.

The rest of the aurors and Death Eaters continued with their personal battles. Voldemort's partner raised an arm and a lightning fell from the sky. He now had in his hand a sword made by fire. His friends imitated him and the duel commenced. Each invincible, except Ginny (less expert in that art) was facing two aurors.

Harry moved with skill and speed, feinting movements and doing others impossible for anyone but him. It didn't take him much to eliminate one of his opponents, who was already exhausted from other battles, nut for his disgrace the other opponent was more skilled and not as tired.

After some minutes he had several cuts in his arms and a big wound in his stomach that was bleeding abundantly.

"I'm tired of this silliness, you will regret confronting me." Angry, he gained forces from god knows where and killed the girl with a final thrust. A stab in another place would have been minor, but in the temple… The woman fell to the floor, dead, and Harry smiled when he recognised her. She was Mandy Luxor, prestigious specialist in the invincibles.

He raised his sword once more to attack a new enemy when he felt a sharp blade piercing his back. He turned, surprised. It was one of Draco's opponents, who had attacked him by treason.

Scared, he looked for his friend among the multitude. The blonde was lying on the ground, escorted by the Lestrange.

"And you brag about honour? What honour exist when attacking from behind, auror?" he spit.

"Close your mouth, Death Eater. We will see if you are as brave in Azkaban."

"Nobody calls me a Death Eater!" Harry pulled out the blade from his back. "I visited Azkaban not so long ago and I didn't like it" he raised his left hand "Avada Kedavra" the auror opened his eyes surprised, Potter had just performed wandless magic "goodbye" the green eyed fell to his knees, exhausted, but happy.

The members of the order and of the ministry had disappeared, Hogsmeade was now under the control of the dark.

"Drink this, Potter." he looked up, Severus Snape was holding him to prevent him from falling to the ground. He took the potion his professor was offering and drunk it at once.

"How is it that you are here? Shouldn't you be inside the castle?"

"Time is a very powerful weapon, Potter" answered simply the professor.

Harry nodded, understanding. His wounds were healing quickly and his head was clearing up, allowing him to observe the battlefield more clearly.

Remus was lying under a tree under the care of Narcissa Malfoy. Bellatrix was reviving his nephew with Rabastan's help. Nott, supported by Ginny, was making his sone drink a healing potion and Pansy was healing Blaise a cut on his cheek.

Avery shouted then, startling everyone. "We are going to the manor! Whoever has to return to Hogwarts, hurry up, you have ten minutes left."

The tired Death Eaters disappeared, being replaced by others, who would become the guards of the village.

"Potter, Weasley, stop lazing around . Our time is finishing" Snape growled, ignoring the snakes.

The teens stood up and went to the castle in silence, they were still tired but the potion would erase any trace of exhaustion in a few minutes. Blaise looked at his watch and then at his friends with a funny smile.

"Guys, we have three minutes!" Immediately after, he transformed into a cat and started running. The others followed him, also in their animal form.

They reached the bathroom of the security rooms just in time. Harry freshened his face with water and smiled at his friends.

"I have to admit it, I missed the action" He exited the restroom with a smiling Ginny behind him.

Seeing him, Seamus, Dean and Ron approached him, waiting for the information he could have found.

"Were they present, Harry?" Thomas asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

Potter only nodded, as if he were really upset.

Finnegan suppressed a sob. His family had gone to the village to do some shopping and he didn't know I they had escaped. Ginny, next to him, hid a smile, she had killed the mother of the Irish.

"Who do you think they are?" Ron asked, referring to the invincibles.

"I think Lestrange is among them" Neville answered with a whisper barely audible.

Harry looked at him with disdain. Bellas, as well as both Rabastan and Rodolphus were great Death Eaters, but not good enough to be part of the select group.

"I don't think they are human, it's impossible for them to be" Seamus added.

"Bollocks! Of course they are human, the only thing that differences them from the rest is that they are despicable murderers without any principle.

PUM!

The books of the shelves shooted off, the volumes hit the students, hurting them. A frozen wind appeared from nowhere making the presents fall silent. Granger fell silent too, the sudden cold made her shiver.

Harry tightened his fists. Nobody, absolutely nobody would call him despicable murderer and even less in front of him. A dark aura, invisible for everybody except for the Lord, surrounded him, keeping him totally invulnerable to Voldemort's attempts to calm him down.

The invincible looked at each other, they knew all that uncontrolled magic belonged to their friend but they ignored the way to stop him.

Tom concentrated all his power in the boy he had opposite him, he was getting angry quickly too, but he had to control himself if he wanted to help Harry.

"Potter! Potter, stop! If you don't, magic will consume you!"

A chair went just over his head, rubbing his left ear.

"Bloody elemental! Stop or I will see myself forced to drain your magic!" Seeing that he hadn't any option left, he surrounded the unstable mind of the brunette with his power and started to stun him from the inside.

Harry didn't oppose any resistance to the invasion, he let Riddle rock him until he fell deeply asleep. He felt safe with him, he was his true father. James Potter might have given him his name and appearance, but Tom had helped defining his personality. It had been Tom who stayed with him in the good and in the bad moments, thanks to him he was now one of the most powerful wizards of the world. Thanks to him Harry Potter was who he was.

Little by little, everything calmed in the chamber and the students started to talk peacefully again, happy with the pathetic scare a ghost had given them. Voldemort saw Harry asleep in one of the couches and couldn't help the smile on his lips.

"Damn it, Potter. You are going to be a great partner."

Thoughts?

As you may or may not know, English is not my first language and I'm sure I make many mistakes writing that could be easily avoided. So if anyone is interested in revising the chapters before they are uploaded, contact me!