Year 5: War with Voldemort

Chapter 5 The Truth Comes Forth

Severus gripped his head as memories came flooding back. 'No' he told himself. For the youngest official teacher at Hogwarts, being only thirty- seven, he was just being told that the man that he had always looked up to was a fraud, but his father as well. He went into a state of shock as he realized the truth, his mind replaying the most impacting memories of his life.

Flashback #1

A man and a woman were talking; they looked extremely sad. The man came over and cast a spell on me. Then he repeated the process on the woman, and then on himself. The man picked me up and we were suddenly in front of a huge house. I started getting bigger; the man connected our heads with a silverish blue thread. I was learning new things. This man, whom I learned to be my butler, knocked on the door of this huge house. A different man answered it. They talked, and my butler left, and I was taken inside the house.

Flashback #2

I had received a letter; it wanted me to go to this Hogwarts place. My parents said yes to it. I am currently in the middle of a huge back alley with shops and people, like me, who can make things move without even touching them. I got floor length black robes, a wand, books, a cauldron, and different potions ingredients. My parents then presented me with a beautiful glass-like egg. They told me that in a few days it would open and from it a bird would appear. This bird would be special because it is what is known as a phoenix. We met some kids there, and one looked exactly like me except for his eyes, and morning looking hair. There was a nice red head with green eyes. She happens to be a year ahead of me, in her second year, and was telling me all about Hogwarts. The last person I met was a long blonde haired boy. I didn't really like him much, but my parents seemed to know his parents, so we had gotten all of our Hogwarts stuff together.

Flashback #3

On the train ride, Lily, the redhead, became my best friend. The kid who looked like me brought his friends over, a third boy who looked like us, a pale and sickly looking boy (he looked like he would die any minute), and a boy who closely resembled a rat. My phoenix hatched on the train. He is black and silver with amber eyes. I named him Darkflame after my mother's black horse at home. Everybody loves him. These boats take us to the castle, which is huge. With Darkflame on my shoulder, I was sorted into Slytherin house by a ratty old hat that sang. The blonde haired kid is in this house too. His name is Lucius Malfoy. Even though I still don't like him, he was the only one in this house that seemed friendly enough to even bother becoming friends with.

Flashback #4

I still think that I should be in another house, but having Lucius as a friend, I've learned twice the amount of dark arts, hand-to-hand combat, dueling, and my personal favorite, potions. It is now the end of the year, and in two months I'll be a second year. I hope not to see my 'friends' during the summer because they'll make fun of how I look at school, with the entire house cleaning to do. I think I'll just stay for now in Slytherin.

Flashback #5

It is the end of second year, and I've made new friends. There is Narcissa from third year Slytherin, Farley Nott; we just call him Nott, and the four boys that are friends with Lily, James and Sirius, the two that look like me, Remus, the sickly looking boy, and Peter, the rat look alike. I don't much care for transfiguration, herbology, or history. My favorites are Potions, Defense against the Dark Arts, and I think I might like Divination; it is a class about seeing the future. Then I would always know what is going to happen. Darkflame has molted twice since I got him, the first time it happened I was really scared, but after I realized that that is what phoenixes do, I wasn't scared anymore. Another summer of house elf's labor is not all that exciting, but last summer, Lucius invited me over for the end of August. It was really nice of him, but I really hope he does the same this summer.

Flashback #6

It is the end of the summer. Both my father and Lucius' father were killed. Our mothers are sad, and wish to move away from these manors, but we won't let them. I can't wait for school to start.

Flashback #7

It is my fifth year, I am really in love with Lily Evans, and she with me. We always meet in the History of Magic classroom, and dance until we nearly drop of exhaustion. She is the best person to be a friend with; she helps me with homework for transfiguration, and I help her with Potions. I am now tutoring James in potions because he really sucks at it. Sirius is really very jealous, so he keeps trying to get me in trouble and trying to kill me. But so far that hasn't happened. Lily is falling asleep as we dance; I think it is time to sleep.

Flashback #8

Seventh year is almost finished. My mother committed suicide over her own personal reasons. Lily is in love with me; we will be wed in private in December at Hogwarts. James, Dumbledore, and Lily's best friend are going to be the only ones present. I am eagerly awaiting the graduation ceremony tomorrow. Lucius has helped me in many ways this year. For instance he showed me that I am a parstletongue and the heir of Slytherin's cousin. Secretly I found out that I am the founder's heir and the 13x great grandson of Cleopatra of Egypt. Lucius convinced me to join this Lord Voldemort. The next week I found out that he is the reason I have no parents. Dumbledore made me his spy for the light side. Lily doesn't care one way or the other, just as long as I don't kill anyone.

Flashback #9

The wedding was just the reciting of vows, giving of rings, and of course, a big kiss to seal the deal. Even though it's only been two months, it's seemed like a year because of Lord V., and the Potions Master positions. Lily has been staying with James so people don't think we are together, that would end up a royal mess. She is 2 weeks pregnant, but unfortunately doesn't know whose child it is; James' or mine. They got married publicly exactly two weeks ago so that it wouldn't seem odd having the both of them living together, but not married. In 8 and ½ months, we'll know whose child it is.

Flashback #10

Any day now, Lily will give birth to the child. Unfortunately I am on assignment for Lord V. A huge battle will occur tomorrow; I hope that her child will not be born then.

Flashback #11

It's been almost 2 months since the battle. A lot of good D. E.'s were killed; the Longbottoms were tortured for over an hour. Yesterday I found out that Harry, Lily's son is James', and was born the day of the battle, July 31. Harry looks identical to James, except for his facial features and eye color, which are Lily's. This revelation has caused me to fall into the depths of despair, and made me wish to see no Potter again.

Flashback #12

Last night, Lily and James were killed. My world shattered. Harry lived because Lily gave her life for him. He is currently living with Lily's muggle sister. The depths of despair became a bottomless pit.

Flashback #13

Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts today. When he looked at me, I felt a shock. It must have been our relation to Lily. Now more than ever I wish Lily were still alive. (for the other 2 memories, check out the previous chapters: when Hermione and Alia came to him & when Hermione and him had their little fling thing.)

Severus started to awake from his coma state. McGonagall had gone back to her rooms to have a spot of tea and a bit of a lie down. Sprout got bored, and Gabriel von Tortelenis went to Diagon Alley to get a wand of his own. That left Harry and Hermione and Ron. Hermione was fidgeting, trying to stop herself from crying and hugging Snape. Ron was poking around the different potions ingredients. Harry was staring at a book on the far wall and the shelf above it without anything on it. With lightning speed, Harry grabbed the book and whacked a spot on the empty shelf, bringing the attention of Hermione and Ron to him. A well-aimed revealing spell brought original colour to a phoenix. It was black and silver with amber eyes.

Snape had fully regained consciousness, and when he saw Harry holding Darkflame, he shouted. Ron froze and had a picture of horror plastered on his face. Hermione ran to the corner and crouched there as still as a mouse. Harry looked up and mildly commented about Snape being up. This made Snape mad as hell. He ran towards Harry, firing off spells with no wand. Harry dodged every spell and chucked his robe on the floor. As he ran circles around the room, the shirt tore revealing daggers, knives, and swords of all sizes and shapes. Ron fell over and fainted, Hermione gasped, and Snape just blasted the windows apart. Harry ran towards Snape, triple flipped over him, and threw six knives/daggers at the opponent. They struck in the intended places except for the dagger aimed at the left shoulder, which struck in the throat. Harry grinned. Snape staggered to the wall where Harry flipped from as the insane student/teacher approached. Three knives in the stomach, two in the right ribcage, and the stray in the throat; Severus raised his uninjured left arm to strangle Harry. Harry didn't fight the dying man, but instead whispered,

"Now you know how I feel every time you speak to me. father." A bloodied cry escaped the dying man's mouth. His right arm reached the fastenings of a sword. Harry realized what the man was about to do, one second too late. The sword came down on Harry's left hand, separating it from the wrist before it fell out of the man's grasp. As Snape died, Harry heard him whisper/ rasp,

"And, and that's h. how I feel wh. enever I look at y.you." Harry removed the knives and daggers. The phoenix, Darkflame, as Snape had called it flew over and cried on the wounds. It then cautiously approached Harry and cried on his arm. Gabriel came back to find Darkflame singing. Severus was coming around; same with Ron. When Severus saw Harry he went over to him and hugged him; Ron fainted again, and Hermione fainted. Harry smiled and said to Severus,

"You do realize that even though you are my father, I am older than you by five years. Which makes this a very odd situation." Gabriel overheard that and approached the two.

"No not really. When I originally aged him into a ten year old, I knew that the spell used would have side affects; these side affects would leave Severus the age of approx. ten years after the spell was cast, age seventeen - twenty. What I didn't know is that he was so foolish to join his grandfather's ranks. You see Tom Riddle was the one who had a little fling with my mother, which led to me. With Voldemort as my father, that makes him your grandfather Severus, and your great-grandfather Harry. Now you see, my mother had had a second child besides me. My half sister was born seventeen years before me, in the same year as Severus' fake birth. My mother gave her to one of her friend's older sister who was desperately trying to have a child, but couldn't. They named her Lillian Gabrielle Evans. So Severus, you married your half aunt, and I married a princess, Harry will marry his best friend's sister, and Ron will marry Harry's half aunt. All is right with the world at last!"

Snape 'eneverated' Hermione and Ron, and sent them back to the tower. Harry then sat down to get to know his father and grandfather. Well into the night, they finished their discussion with the collapse of Harry. Snape carried him into his office and set him down on the couch, conjuring up a warm quilt for him. Gabriel transfigured a chair into an egg chair and a sheet of parchment into an afghan (a blanket, not the dog!). He climbed inside and fell asleep. This left Severus to sit on his brown leather armchair. For the next hour he sat there stroking Harry's hair thinking about how his wish had come true; Lily's son was his. Around three in the morning, Severus fell asleep, smiling in the uncomfortable brown leather chair.

When breakfast time came, Harry woke up and sighed because he had finally found his family that he had longed for so often. He was very thankful that his grandfather was such a good wizard, and very skilled at healing because Gabriel reattached his hand to his wrist. Amazingly enough Harry was able to feel in his reattached hand. (Note: This is only the 4th day of school, not including the fact that it is only a Sunday. Gabriel has 30 hours left before Leonadus kills Niccolette. You may return to the previously scheduled program: Year 5: War With Voldemort, ch. 5 The Truth Comes Forth. Thank you.) After a light breakfast of pumpkin juice, an apple, and a slice of bread with butter on it, Harry walked to the front gates and apparated away to an unknown destination, possibly into the clutches of an enemy, or even death.

Later that morning.

Snape woke up and realized that Harry was no longer in the dungeons. 'He must get up earlier than I expected,' Snape thought. At breakfast, Harry wasn't there. Snape began to get worried. After breakfast, he caught Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Amber in the hall. They hadn't seen Harry all morning and all last evening. He then went to Gabriel, but he wasn't there either. McGonagall went into a state of panic as she now was Headmistress and people were disappearing. As Snape searched his father's room, he found a letter. It read: My Dear Severus. Snape felt a sense of foreboding and the familiar pull behind the navel of a portkey. The room he arrived in was black, and surprisingly, Snape was still holding the letter. Cautiously he put one foot forward into the black abyss.

A/N: Cliffie, I know! I just had to leave it there for now so that it would leave u thinkin'. It's my job to keep u, the readers, on your toes. I really hope u liked that chap. That's about it. BYE!! L. o. l.