Hope everyone had a good new years and is doing well here is the new chapter i hope that it is enjoyed and please any feed back is appreciated enjoy
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"How?" Asked Harry, who was getting more confused by the second.
"I will swear on my magic, if I lie to you after I swear to tell you the truth, I will no longer have my magic, will that suffice?"
"What? Why would you give up your magic?" Asked Harry, shocked that someone would do something like that, just to prove that he wasn't lying.
"To prove to you that you can trust me, and what I have to say."
"Alright."
Tom swore on his magic. "Now you have to promise me something. You can not panic or try to leave until I have explained everything."
"I promise."
"Have you heard of Lord Voldemort?"
"Yes, he's the evil man who killed my parents, and gave me this." Harry reached up and pulled his damp hair away from his forehead to show the scar that was there.
"Who told you this?"
"Everyone, I guess. But Hagrid was the person who told me about him first."
"They were lying to you, they were telling you the lie that they and the rest of the wizarding world has been told. You see he didn't kill you parents, or give you that scar. But yes they were both done by the same person, but it wasn't Lord Voldemort," said Tom as he gazed into Harry's disbelieving eyes. "In fact Lord Voldemort doesn't even exist. He was created by a wizard named Tom Riddle so he could try and make the wizarding world better without interference, Tom Riddle was just a young man who wanted to save our world, but because someone told everyone Tom was bad he wasn't able to do the good he dreamed of. So he started to use the name Lord Voldemort. I am Tom Riddle. And I never hurt you or your parents, in fact we were good friends, and Dumbledore didn't like that. When I was in school I started dreaming about how I could make this world better, I had grown up in an orphanage, and was treated terribly by the caretakers and the other boys and girls. They knew I was different and they treated me like I was evil, much like your relatives the Dursley's treat you, that is who you live with? Your aunt and uncle?"
"Yes," said Harry who was doing his best to not panic at what he was being told. That everything he thought he knew to be true was nothing but a lie.
"I thought so. You were never supposed to go to them. Lily had told us all how horrible they were, and made us promise that if anything ever happen to her and your father that we would stop you from being sent there. Unfortunately we were unable to stop it. Dumbledore got to you first, and sent you there, we couldn't find you after that. He somehow magically hid you from us. Ideally you would have gone to your godfather, Severus Snape... Get that look off your face. He loves you but he can't show it, Dumbledore has no idea that he is your godfather, but if he knew he wouldn't allow him to give you a home. He might even hurt Severus if he showed anything but hate towards you.
"You see, Dumbledore killed your parents, and gave you that scar, I should know because I was holding you when it happened. We were all at one of my followers re-bonding ceremonies, which is like a muggle wedding. Your parents had brought you along, it was your godmother Bellatrix's ceremonie, and I was holding you for them. When suddenly Dumbledore came bursting through the wards with his order and shot the killing curse at us, it gave you this scar and connected us magically. Earlier when you found us and suddenly felt like you were on fire, you were in so much pain, it was my pain you were feeling. Anyway after that he discovered that your parents had joined me and were helping me try to make our world better, we wanted to separate from the muggle world completely, he saw it as a betrayal and wanted them dead.
"You see when muggleborns come into our world they cause so many problems. They don't know or like our traditions, so people like Dumbledore replace them with muggle ones, and then the Ministry with their quest to control magic, restrict its types and uses combined with the disrespect shown to our sacred days and festivals is making magic weaker. They might not know it, and if they do maybe they don't care, but magic is starting to die from their actions. Also when they come into our world they bring their parents, who either don't like that the children have magic, or they go around blabbing to people, they're are warned not to, but most don't listen. That's not even the worst part. When they come into this world they don't know anything about it, and what's worse they don't respect it once they do, and most after they finish their education at Hogwarts they just leave. To live back in the muggle world, that causes the most problems, they don't stay to add to our magic and society, they leave and make it more likely that the whole of the muggle world will find out about us. And we know how that will go, we've seen it before here in England during the Middle Ages, Salem in America, these times in history are ones we do not need to see happen again. What we should have been doing all along, what we want to do is to take the muggleborns away from the muggle parents they were born to. Over a hundred muggleborns are killed by their own parents each year, they are scared of them and can't handle having a magical child. And If they are not killed they are hurt and treated horribly, like we were.
"When Dumbledore found where you and your parents were hiding he killed them, then he placed you with your aunt and uncle knowing, hoping that they would treat you just the way they did.
"I was there at the time when he attacked and I tried to help but he got the better of me, I was so focused on trying to protect you, he won and wounded me badly. Then he magically sent me away, it has taken me ten years to have the strength and power to get back to England. I came here to get something that will give me my strength back, something that will heal me completely."
"I have so many questions... but all of that doesn't explain why I'm all wet," Harry questioned, choosing not to go into the big questions just yet, grabbing part of his robes and squeezing water from them.
"Well answer me this first, how do you feel about Slytherin's?"
"The same as I feel about everyone else I guess."
"But you didn't before?" Tom asked.
"No... I- I hated them?... What's going on?"
"When Dumbledore took you and placed you with your aunt and uncle he put lots of spells and potions on you, to make you hate me, Severus, and all Slytherins, and to love and be loyal to him, and the Weasley's. As well as blocks most of your magic, and natural magical powers such as healing, parseltongue, which is the ability to speak to snakes. And other things, the spells were slowly killing you so we did a cleansing ritual to remove them. That is why you are all wet, we had to put you in that pond over there along with magical ingredients. I believe it is safe to say that now that they're gone you should heal much faster, and it's possible that your eyesight should improve as well. Though now that they are gone, Dumbledore will notice, and try to replace them as soon as he can. If I could I would take you away from here and protect you, but I am too weak, and I still need to get what I came for."
"The stone."
"Yes, how did you know?" Asked Tom, who looked shocked, he was amazed that Harry knew exactly what he had come for.
"It was easy to figure out, not only that it was in the castle, and that someone wanted to steal it."
"How? It took me ages to figure out that it was in Gringotts, then just when I go to get it it gets moved here to Hogwarts. I know it's on the third floor corridor, but I have no way to get in, let alone what is waiting for me once I do."
"I had help." Harry admitted. "Ron and Hermione helped me. Though now that I think about it, it seemed so easy to figure it out."
"No doubt it was to easy to figure out. Dumbledore has had the whole Weasley family, as far as I know, eating out of the palm of his hand for years. And Hermione Granger, a muggle born, she from what I have learned is a know-it-all who has no friends, and believes in books and authority figures too easily. He probably got to her and convinced her to do whatever he asks of her."
"How are you going to get in to get the stone?" Harry asked, seeming calm on the outside but filled with a whirlwind of turmoil inside. The things he was being told conflicted with everything he had known his whole life, and with the stuff he had been told since learning about the wizarding world.
"I'm not sure, I have a few plans but they aren't as good as I would like and don't allow for as many problems as I might face."
"Can I help? I can get into the castle, and I have something that might be able to help," said Harry who was thinking about his father's cloak.
"No, it's too risky... Wait does this mean that you believe me?"
"I guess I do," said Harry thinking that he really couldn't not believe what the man was telling him. "You still have your magic, right?"
"Yes," said Tom as he waved his hand over Harry and dried his soaking robes, if only to show he still had his magic.
"So then I believe you. But you have to let me help, you can't get into the castle without being found out. And with everything that I've been given, I think I know what to expect," Harry said confidently.
"I will not let you do it alone. I will go with you."
"It's that too dangerous my Lord," said Fenrir, finally speaking up.
"I still have a few tricks up my sleeve," and promptly turned into a bunny, a small pure black bunny.
"My Lord your a... animagus, a -" stammered Fenrir.
"Yes, I am, and I expect you to keep it a secret. It's helpful that no one knows what my animagus form is, and the fact that I even have one," said Tom as he turned back into a human. When he changed back Harry didn't like how Tom looked, he looked even older than he did before, showing how much even a small piece of magic was costing him. Not to mention Tom could feel Nagini's eyes on him from where she had backed up out of eyesight so as not to frighten Harry, but as intelligent as she could be there was a reason he didn't turn into his animagus form around her, she quite enjoyed the taste of them.
"A bunny? Really?" Harry asked, even if he wasn't evil, Harry couldn't believe that such a powerful wizard was a bunny animagus.
"Yes, a bunny. It's a small and inconspicuous animal that allows me to remain for the most part, unnoticed," Tom explained with a faint look of annoyance.
"How is turning into a bunny going to help you get in the castle?"
"You are going to take me in," Tom answered.
"Me? I'm going to?"
"Yes, Dumbledore is not doubt still looking for you. I had Draco Malfoy go back and lie to him, and tell him that you were both attacked. So when you leave the forest you will be taking me with you. If anyone asks tell them you found me while you were trying to find your way back."
"What if Dumbledore asks more questions, or Madam Pomfrey makes me stay the night in the Hospital wing?"
"That won't matter, just make sure not to look into Dumbledore's eyes, and he will most likely just send you up to bed rather than let her have a look at you. He would want to keep the spells he placed on you from being found at all cost, and leave you weak even if you only have a few scratches or bruises."
HP/FG-TW
When Harry finally found his way back everything happened just like Tom said it would. Dumbledore questioned Harry until the sun had started to come up, only letting him go when it seemed like he had asked every question over a dozen times. And all the while the man never asked if he was alright, feeling good or bad, and didn't even ask where his glasses had gone, they had fallen off Harry when Fenrir had first grabbed him. He did ask why Harry had a bunny, and then to get rid of it, politely though. To which Harry refused, politely.
Thank goodness it was a Saturday morning and thankfully Harry didn't have to do go class in three hours, and therefore was able to sleep until early in the afternoon. Tom stayed in his bunny form, except when he quickly turned into his human self to show Harry how to transfigure himself a temporary pair of glasses, otherwise he slept next to Harry's skinny legs in his bed. Harry would have gotten more sleep if not for Ron and Hermione, who had no doubt been sent to question him by Dumbledore.
They barged into the dorm room, slamming the door against the wall in the process, which in turn caused Harry to bolt right up accidentally causing him to kick bunny Tom off of the bed. To say Tom was not pleased would be an understatement, though he wasn't angry at Harry, he was angry at Ron and Hermione. He was already unhappy with them because they were lying to Harry, and pretending to be his friends, and working for who Tom thought was the worst person imaginable. Albus Dumbledore.
"Harry, where were you?"
"What happened last night?" Demanded Hermione as she stormed right up to his bed.
"You never came back last night, did you get lost?"
"What is that?!" Screeched Hermione as the black bunny came running at her from where it had landed after having been kicked off the bed.
Harry quickly dashed off the bed and scooped Tom up before he got to her, "I found him on my way back. I had gotten lost after that big animal had attacked us and scared Malfoy away. I was trying to find my way back when I came across him, and he was so friendly I decided to keep him. He's small and won't cause trouble."
"What do you call him running at me than?!"
"He got scared, he isn't used to being inside and he's never met you," Harry explained, not knowing where he was getting any of his explanations from.
"Are you sure you should keep it mate? You don't know where it's come from."
"He's fine Ron. He just has to get used to living inside."
"Well keep him away from me, did you name him?" Hermione asked as she gave the bunny yet another weird look.
"No, I haven't had much of a chance to think about it." And I doubt Lord Voldemort... Tom wants me to name him, Harry thought to himself.
"It's lunch, since we didn't really get to eat dinner last night, and you missed breakfast, we should go to lunch. Though I think you should leave your bunny here," Hermione suggested, more like commanded.
"No, I have to get him something to eat, they should have some raw veggies, or salad stuff downstairs. I don't know the last time he's eaten, I need to make sure he doesn't starve." And I don't think he would want to stay up here when he could have a good look around.
With that final word on the matter Harry put the bunny back on his bed and quickly changed into some new clothes in the adjoined shared bathroom, leaving a slightly stunned Ron and Hermione behind.