Summary: Harry discovers a secret that links him to Voldemort in a way he could
never have imagined. Friendships,
loyalty and trust will all be questioned; as Harry is forced to reconsider
which side he should be on.
Disclaimer: This story is based on
characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling.
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a
proper Fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Please review and let me know what you think!
In
a beautiful Manor that overlooked acres of well tended to land, a man with
cold-grey eyes was nervously pacing his drawing room. He had received word that his Master was coming to see him. This was a highly unusual occurrence, as the
Dark Lord always summoned his Death Eaters to him and never, so far as Lucius
could remember, visited them. Although
there had been talk amongst them years ago, that Voldemort had visited Severus
Snape at his Castle, but then Severus had been Voldemort's second and they had
quite close…at least as close as you could be to the Dark Lord.
Suddenly
from behind him the fire roared loudly which meant someone had just arrived via
Floo powder. Lucius felt the Mark burn on
is arm and he immediately turned and dropped to his knees.
"Lucius."
Voldemorts high, cruel voice said as Lucius crawled over and kissed the hem of
his robes. "Stand." He commanded and Lucius complied.
"My
Lord." He said in greeting. Voldemort
surveyed him with a mixture of coldness and amusement.
"You
are surprised that I have come to see you Lucius." Voldemort said. It wasn't a
question, it was a statement.
"Yes
my Lord."
"I
have very important things to discuss with you Lucius, as you are the most
competent out of all my servants…although that is saying something." Voldemort
said coldly.
"Important
things my Lord?" Lucius asked, ignoring the urge to argue that he was the best
and most loyal Death Eater Voldemort had ever had.
"Yes
Lucius, it concerns Harry Potter."
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How Harry managed
to get out of the Loft and back to his room was a complete mystery to him, but
somehow he had done it. He was now
sitting on his bed staring into space, going over everything in his mind.
Tom Marvolo
Riddle was his Grandfather? It just
couldn't be possible…there was no way he could be related to Voldemort!
'Oh but it's so
obvious!' A nasty little voice said in the back of his mind. It was that voice that always had a habit of
showing up when he was trying to convince himself of something. 'What was the
Sorting Hats first choice of House for you? It was Slytherin and you're a Parselmouth…Riddle said in your
second year that the two of you were probably the only two to come to Hogwarts
since Salazaar Slytherin himself!'
'NO!' Harry thought angrily. 'Dumbledore told me that Voldemort transferred some of his power to me when he tried to kill me.'
'Dumbledore was
lying!' The voice continued. "He said in your first year that the truth can be
a beautiful but terrible thing and it should be treated with great caution."
Harry thought
about this. Could Dumbledore have lied
to him to protect him from the truth? No, it just wasn't right…because then there would be so much that would
have been hidden from him. Being
Voldemorts grandson meant that he was Heir of Slytherin, and his mother wasn't
a Muggle but a Pureblood, which meant he was as well.
'Anyway,' Harry
shot back at the voice, 'In my first year when I looked in the Mirror of Erised
I saw all my family…there were people with Green eyes, just like my mum's.'
'The Mirror of
Erised shows you your hearts desire and that doesn't mean that what you see in
there is accurate…it's just what you want to see. You wanted to see all your family, so in the mirror that's what
you saw…except none of it was real.' The voice said and Harry felt his stomach
churn. He knew in is heart that the
voice was what he truly believed, not that what he believed was always right,
but at the moment this 'new' truth was starting to sound more convincing than
what he had previously believed.
If this was true
did it mean that Sirius and Lupin had also known? Had more people known? Why had no one told him? Did they think that he couldn't handle it…after
everything he had been through?
Harry shook his
head violently; these kind of paranoid thoughts weren't helping him at
all. He had to push all the bad thought
and the anger he was feeling down, until he found out the truth. He needed to
speak to someone…he needed to speak with Dumbledore.
He got up off of
his bed and made his way over to his desk. He was going to write to the Weasleys and ask Ron's dad if he could
arrange for him to meet with Dumbledore. Uncle Vernon had agreed that summer to let Hedwig fly around so that she
wouldn't make to much noise, like she would if she was stuck in a cage.
Harry wrote the
letter and then handed it to Hedwig, who was regarding him silently. She clasped it in her beak and flew off out
of the window. There was nothing Harry
could do now, except wait and see what would happen.
