Harry sprinted from James and Lily's home, he met up with Draco at the spot they had planned.
"Why didn't you send up the mark?" Draco asked.
"No time, just go!" Harry breathed, without taking a moment to catch his breath he ran with Draco further down the street. They had to have ran for miles before they stopped. His next move was dangerous, but he needed some other form of transportation. As Draco bent over, gasping for air, Harry stuck his wand out in the middle of the street. What came next nearly ran them over, a bus had appeared out of thin air. A pimply looking young man stuck his head out and saw the two boys, who had been knocked down by the force of the bus.
"You lot comin' in o' what?" the man asked in a rushed manner. Harry and Draco quickly gathered themselves and got onto the bus.
"Where ye headed boys?"
"Just drive and we'll let you know when to stop." Harry growled at him. The man looked offended and glared at them as they took seats in the far back of the bus. They panted in their seats for ages, before finally turning to each other.
"What do we do now?" Draco said, finally with air in his lungs.
"We've spent all this time and we have nothing… No more information than we started with besides what Snape said. Dumbledore wants lessons with me, my father will kill all of us if he finds out we met, nothing new." Harry sighed. His only sources of information so far was Bellatrix, who he found out was Sirius' cousin which led them to Sirius, which led them to James and Lily, which led them nowhere.
"What a waste of time… I mean not really I guess, seeing as you killed James and Lily, now what do we do?
Harry thought hard for a moment, this was the last thing he wanted to do but it was his only choice. His head was spinning from the interaction with James and Lily, he felt far too many things at once. Truthfully… All he wanted was his father. Sure, they were not on good terms at the moment, but he felt as if his father was the only one who has been there for him. All the information about his supposed birth parents he'd gotten from the other side, the side that he thought were the enemy all his life. He needed information from the one man he'd know forever.
"I need to go home." Harry said softly, tilting his head back onto the seat.
"Are you mad! Your father will kill us! I'm surprised he hasn't killed us already." Draco's eye widened in fear.
"I have to get the truth, and I only trust him, I need the truth about James and Lily."
"Ah yes," Draco pondered, "You want to be extra dead then don't you?"
"If my father were going to kill me he'd done it already, you think he's scared to kill me? All my life he's been shooting spells at me, if he wanted me dead what would stop him? I have to go home Draco, if I don't get these answers I think I will lose my mind! Its my life Dre… I can't be confused about so many things at once."
Draco stayed silent, but he understood. Even if it meant their sure death, he needed to stand by Harry, he couldn't imagine how he must be feeling at the moment, his whole identity falling to pieces before him. The had the Knight bus drop them off at the town nearby the forrest Harry's house was last at. They traveled through the woods, and just as Harry suspected the house was rebuilt and in the same place it was last time. This was either an invitation or a trap, regardless, Harry had to go in.
When Harry arrived at his home he casually walked in. He strode into the kitchen to see his father and two Death Eaters at the table. The Death Eaters stood, pointing their wands at Harry, Harry waved Draco's wand lazily and their wands came flying across the room to him.
"You two didn't see that coming?" Voldemort gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.
"We will protect you My Lord!" One Death Eater said, although clearly shaking in Harry's presence.
"Actually, what you're going to do is wait in the other room while I have a conversation with my Dad." Harry told them.
"What makes you think we will listen to you, you little brat! You left your Dad for dead! Some son you are!" A lady Death Eater glared at Harry, Harry shot her a grin.
"Darling, now is really not the time to fuck around with me. I'm quite tired and have no reason not to shoot you across this house, my home actually. So please, lovely, just step out."
The Lady Death Eater blushed, but remained unmoved.
"You heard my son, get out..." His father said, waving the Death Eaters off.
"M-My Lord?"
"You heard him?" Harry smirked, the Death Eaters scowled at him as they left. Harry turned to Draco at his side and nodded, Draco nodded back and left the room as well.
Harry stood near the table, watching his father hold a cup.
"Sit." His father said motioning to a seat at the opposite end of the table. Harry sat slowly, watching everything in the room. He had to be observant, if he knew his father then he knew he always had something up his sleeve, and there was no way he did not plan to get back at Harry for beating him in such an embarrassing manner.
Suddenly, a glass of rum appeared in front of Harry, he jumped, not noticing it appeared. He examined the cup then looked at his father.
"Drink up, we both know you already drink." His father said lightly. Harry looked from the cup to his father, then slowly picked up the cup, moved it around in his hand, and dumped it beside him.
"You brew a strong Truth Potion Father, next time lighten up on the owl beak if you're trying to hide it in alcohol, it has this reaction that makes it glimmer blue when you swirl it." Harry told him with a smart-assed tone. Voldmort's eyes widened, "You're quite good at potions..."
"They've always come natural to me, I wonder if I got that trait from James or Lily..." He stared hard into his Father's eyes, he was unsure of how he was ever frightened by this man.
"So... You know..." Voldemort said slowly, rising his hands to his chin.
"And yet, I'm still waiting on you to explain. I sought out the Potters but didn't get anything from them, so now it's on you. Tell me the truth father."
Voldemort hesitated, as though his mind were working fast, he needed a diversion.
"Let me fill your cup up first son."
Harry stared at him, then batted the cup off the table, allowing it to break, all the while his eyes locked onto his fathers.
"Looks like I'm quite finished drinking," Harry told him. And yet, his father got up, grabbed a new glass, and the bottle of rum. He put both on the table in front of Harry, as proof he didn't tamper with it.
"It is about time I told you the truth. I knew about the prophecy before you were born, not entirely but I knew enough to know I needed a son. I tried, but failed to biologically create a child."
Harry cringed at the thought of his father having sex, but tried to hide it.
"It was then that Wormtail came to me with news, his friend James Potter was having a son, and they would gladly hand him over to me. You see Harry, at the time James and Lily Potter were desperate to become Death Eaters, Wormtail and James were best friends at school and he became very jealous of Wormtail for being my right hand man. I accepted James and Lily's offer and they handed you over the second you were out of the womb. It was here that they had a change of heart. They allowed Sirius Black, a member of The Order of the Phoenix to get into their heads, and they no longer wanted to be Death Eaters and wanted you back as their son. I was not going to allow that, Harry, you are my son, you were promised to be my son and that is that. I wasn't going to allow them to use you for the other side, I always knew you would be powerful as that is what the prophecy said. These Potters, yes they made you, but I created you! I can't believe how easily they gave you up, to them you are a pawn in the game, to me... You are my heir... You are my son."
Harry felt a lump growing in his throat, he had to admit he was touched by this sentiment. He knew his father cared for him, he raised him while James and Lily simply gave him away. It did not matter that James and Lily were his biological parents, Lord Voldemort was his father, always had been and always will be.
"Bastards..." Harry whispered under his breath, he was furious with himself to ever believe James and Lily actually cared about him, they are amazing actors, and trying to use mind control on him to apparently get him over to their side. Harry poured himself a drink from the bottle and drank the whole thing, then poured another to sip.
"They're after me, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are staying with Sirius Black, I bet you they're planning to come after me."
"And are you afraid?"
"Never."
"Good, I feel as though we have been slipping away Harry, it seems as though you are becoming defiant against me..." Voldemort said with faux concern.
"Never..." Harry repeated, "I am always on your side, I am meant to lead after you father, fuck whatever the prophecy says," these days Harry could barely even remember what it had said to him in the Department of Mysteries. But he did remember the "neither can live while the other survives…" that was bullshit, he thought, he and he father could very well live as equals for the rest of their life, neither of them has to die.
"I'm glad to hear that," his father smiled wickedly, "Our next upcoming mission will be a huge one."
"I-I have to go back to school."
"Hmmm?"
"I have to go back, Dumbledore wants meetings with me and I feel like I have to hear what he has to say."
"Actually... This works out good for us. Dumbledore is a sworn enemy of mine, a mysterious old man who makes everyone's lives his own business. You will go back to school, meet with him, report back to me everything he says, and we take it from there."
"Right, father." Harry continued to look down into his cup, trying to only feel one thing at once. The father and son duo were silent for a moment, then Voldemort spoke;
"So... How did you like the Potters?" He asked with a slight chuckle. Harry smiled slightly and looked from his cup to his father.
"They're dead to me."