Secrets Revealed
Chapter 1
It was a few days after Harry's sixteenth birthday and to say that he was angry was as understated as saying Voldemort was mean. Harry realized this when he started to change and had immediately owled Dumbledore. He was no longer the short tanned boy he was known for being fore his skin had paled immensely. His hair grew out until it was a few inches below his shoulders and straightened until it was silky smooth. He got taller until he stood at an even six feet. His emerald eyes changed into a clear icy hazel. Everything about him changed until all that was left of his past existence as 'Harry Potter' was his lightening bolt shaped scar.
~*~*~*
Harry met Dumbledore in the Leaky Cauldron and they used Floo Powder to transfer themselves into Dumbledore's office. Harry sat in the set in front of Dumbledore's desk while Dumbledore sat in his regular seat.
"You certainly have changed Harry," Dumbledore said as he looked at Harry.
"But why have I changed?" Harry asked.
"There is something I need to tell you Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said drawing Harry's undivided attention. "You were adopted Harry. You are not a Potter by blood."
"Then how did I survive Voldemort if it wasn't for my mother's blood and sacrifice?" Harry asked with anger laced in his voice.
"I'm not sure Mr. Potter," Dumbledore answered.
"Then why do I have to stay with the Dursley's? You told me that they were my only blood relatives. Those people do not share my blood," Harry spat.
Dumbledore looked sorry for a minute then said, "It was the only way to ensure your safety Harry and the safety of others."
Harry was about to reply but felt a tugging in his mind. 'Come to me!' A voice whispered.
Harry felt his body stand and run out of the room. He vaguely heard Dumbledore calling after him but he paid no attention to the older man's voice. He kept running until he found himself deep inside the Dark Forest and passed out.
~*~*~*
When Harry woke up he found himself in a comfortable king sized bed covered with green, black, and silver bed dressings. The carpet texture was black shag and the whole room was done in black, green, and silver but for some reason Harry didn't feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, he felt rather at home in his new surroundings. It was then that he noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses.
"So you've finally awakened Alexander," said a silky smooth voice.
Harry looked up to see a lithe man standing by the fireplace standing at 6'5" with black hair that reached his mid-back. The only thing that helped Harry figure out who the man were the man's ruby colored eyes.
"Voldemort," Harry whispered.
"I would rather you call me Tom or.father Alexander," Voldemort replied smoothly.
"My name is not Alexander and I have no father," Harry spat.
"Okay Harry I'll play your game. Harry, although I'm sure you're not, so I'm sure you've figured out that your last name isn't Potter."
"Then who am I?" Harry asked.
"Alexander Lioness Riddle," Tom said with a smirk on his face.
"So.you're saying you're my father?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Tom said clearly.
"That can't be true," Harry said in denial.
"Then why have you changed? Can you explain why you look exactly like my father with the exception of you're mother's icy hazel eyes?" Tom asked as he reached over the mantle and took down three pictures.Harry's baby's picture, Angelique Riddle, and Christian Riddle.
Harry took the pictures and saw an almost exact replica of himself in Christian and Angelique's eyes that mirrored his own. "Then why have you tried to kill me?"
"Because I wanted revenge. You see I've only recently acquired your true parentage. You see the Potter's and their little friends helped Dumbledore steal you from Angelique while I had a Death Eater meeting. They succeeded by killing my wife and putting a glamour spell on you making you look like a cross between the retched Lilly and James. They took my child and killed my wife so it was only fair for me to return the favor," Tom said in a snake like tone.
"Why weren't you able to kill me?" Harry asked.
"I had put a spell on you when you were born to protect you against the death curse. That was why I couldn't kill you. That and the fact that you're my blood and we are a powerful family, my son," Tom said before sitting in a huge black leather chair.
"And Dumbledore knew all along that you were my father and so did Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry," Tom said wanting to switch back to Harry's birth name, " Minerva knew as well. A lot more people knew that you were my child and that's probably why they treated you the way they did. Dumbledore hid you with those insufferable mudbloods to keep you away from the wizarding world where I could find you. You were meant to be their tool to use as they saw fit. Haven't you ever wondered why Dumbledore never gave you a straight answer? It was because he wanted to mold you into what he wanted you to be. We have the blood of Salazar streaming heavily through our veins but your mother was a mixed breed by three while I was by two. She had the blood of Salazar, Rowena, as well as Godric while I had Salazar and Merlin. We conceived you out of love, contrary to what others may think.love is a feeling I know of well, and you were born the ultimate heirloom. Dumbledore only knew about Salazar and Godric but he had no idea about the other two," Tom said quietly.
"So my life was a lie?" Harry asked.
"Yes. You were lied to because of who you are and the power you hold," Tom said silently.
"Can I ask you a question.father?" Harry said trying out how it sounded. He figured he would like to at least give this relationship a try. He now had a father. A real father. Everyone lied to him and although Tom had tried to kill him all of his life he somehow knew that he was telling the truth. It was in the way he spoke to Harry.
"What?" Tom asked with a soft smirk on his face.
"Would you have made me be evil?" Harry asked.
"What is good and what is evil?" Tom asked.
"Good is trying to help people and not killing people because of the way they what blood they carry," Harry replied.
"Okay but think about this will you. I kill people but so does the ministry. I know you remember how they put Sirius Black in Azkaban because they were so sure he killed the Potter's but if they had used Veritiserum then they would have known that he didn't but did they do that? No they just threw him in jail. I also knew that you told Minister Fudge that I was back in power last year and he didn't believe you. Sometimes the 'Good' side can be just as bad as its counterpart," Tom answered.
Harry sat silently and thought about what To-his father was telling and as much as he hated it, he had to admit that his father had a point. A lot of things the light side did matched right along with the things that the dark side did. He was betrayed by the people he trusted most and at the moment he could clearly see the points that his father was trying to make.
Harry was by no means stupid so he could very well make the connections with who knew Tom was his real father. He knew that the Weasley's knew because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley they were in the various pictures in the books of Lily and James Potter, which meant that Ron probably knew. That would explain why Ron always thought the worse of him when something happened to Harry that Ron wished would happen to him. Harry also knew that if Sirius knew then so did Remus, which mean that everyone he held deep within his heart kept something so important.something that he wanted and yearned away from him because of their own reasons and Harry wasn't going to forgive them that easily.
"Father.don't call me Harry. Call me Alexander," by Harry saying those few words he marked the change for a whole knew life that would produce a new person. A person who would erase what Harry Potter was and become exactly what he was meant to be. Alexander Lioness Riddle.
Chapter 1
It was a few days after Harry's sixteenth birthday and to say that he was angry was as understated as saying Voldemort was mean. Harry realized this when he started to change and had immediately owled Dumbledore. He was no longer the short tanned boy he was known for being fore his skin had paled immensely. His hair grew out until it was a few inches below his shoulders and straightened until it was silky smooth. He got taller until he stood at an even six feet. His emerald eyes changed into a clear icy hazel. Everything about him changed until all that was left of his past existence as 'Harry Potter' was his lightening bolt shaped scar.
~*~*~*
Harry met Dumbledore in the Leaky Cauldron and they used Floo Powder to transfer themselves into Dumbledore's office. Harry sat in the set in front of Dumbledore's desk while Dumbledore sat in his regular seat.
"You certainly have changed Harry," Dumbledore said as he looked at Harry.
"But why have I changed?" Harry asked.
"There is something I need to tell you Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said drawing Harry's undivided attention. "You were adopted Harry. You are not a Potter by blood."
"Then how did I survive Voldemort if it wasn't for my mother's blood and sacrifice?" Harry asked with anger laced in his voice.
"I'm not sure Mr. Potter," Dumbledore answered.
"Then why do I have to stay with the Dursley's? You told me that they were my only blood relatives. Those people do not share my blood," Harry spat.
Dumbledore looked sorry for a minute then said, "It was the only way to ensure your safety Harry and the safety of others."
Harry was about to reply but felt a tugging in his mind. 'Come to me!' A voice whispered.
Harry felt his body stand and run out of the room. He vaguely heard Dumbledore calling after him but he paid no attention to the older man's voice. He kept running until he found himself deep inside the Dark Forest and passed out.
~*~*~*
When Harry woke up he found himself in a comfortable king sized bed covered with green, black, and silver bed dressings. The carpet texture was black shag and the whole room was done in black, green, and silver but for some reason Harry didn't feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, he felt rather at home in his new surroundings. It was then that he noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses.
"So you've finally awakened Alexander," said a silky smooth voice.
Harry looked up to see a lithe man standing by the fireplace standing at 6'5" with black hair that reached his mid-back. The only thing that helped Harry figure out who the man were the man's ruby colored eyes.
"Voldemort," Harry whispered.
"I would rather you call me Tom or.father Alexander," Voldemort replied smoothly.
"My name is not Alexander and I have no father," Harry spat.
"Okay Harry I'll play your game. Harry, although I'm sure you're not, so I'm sure you've figured out that your last name isn't Potter."
"Then who am I?" Harry asked.
"Alexander Lioness Riddle," Tom said with a smirk on his face.
"So.you're saying you're my father?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Tom said clearly.
"That can't be true," Harry said in denial.
"Then why have you changed? Can you explain why you look exactly like my father with the exception of you're mother's icy hazel eyes?" Tom asked as he reached over the mantle and took down three pictures.Harry's baby's picture, Angelique Riddle, and Christian Riddle.
Harry took the pictures and saw an almost exact replica of himself in Christian and Angelique's eyes that mirrored his own. "Then why have you tried to kill me?"
"Because I wanted revenge. You see I've only recently acquired your true parentage. You see the Potter's and their little friends helped Dumbledore steal you from Angelique while I had a Death Eater meeting. They succeeded by killing my wife and putting a glamour spell on you making you look like a cross between the retched Lilly and James. They took my child and killed my wife so it was only fair for me to return the favor," Tom said in a snake like tone.
"Why weren't you able to kill me?" Harry asked.
"I had put a spell on you when you were born to protect you against the death curse. That was why I couldn't kill you. That and the fact that you're my blood and we are a powerful family, my son," Tom said before sitting in a huge black leather chair.
"And Dumbledore knew all along that you were my father and so did Sirius?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry," Tom said wanting to switch back to Harry's birth name, " Minerva knew as well. A lot more people knew that you were my child and that's probably why they treated you the way they did. Dumbledore hid you with those insufferable mudbloods to keep you away from the wizarding world where I could find you. You were meant to be their tool to use as they saw fit. Haven't you ever wondered why Dumbledore never gave you a straight answer? It was because he wanted to mold you into what he wanted you to be. We have the blood of Salazar streaming heavily through our veins but your mother was a mixed breed by three while I was by two. She had the blood of Salazar, Rowena, as well as Godric while I had Salazar and Merlin. We conceived you out of love, contrary to what others may think.love is a feeling I know of well, and you were born the ultimate heirloom. Dumbledore only knew about Salazar and Godric but he had no idea about the other two," Tom said quietly.
"So my life was a lie?" Harry asked.
"Yes. You were lied to because of who you are and the power you hold," Tom said silently.
"Can I ask you a question.father?" Harry said trying out how it sounded. He figured he would like to at least give this relationship a try. He now had a father. A real father. Everyone lied to him and although Tom had tried to kill him all of his life he somehow knew that he was telling the truth. It was in the way he spoke to Harry.
"What?" Tom asked with a soft smirk on his face.
"Would you have made me be evil?" Harry asked.
"What is good and what is evil?" Tom asked.
"Good is trying to help people and not killing people because of the way they what blood they carry," Harry replied.
"Okay but think about this will you. I kill people but so does the ministry. I know you remember how they put Sirius Black in Azkaban because they were so sure he killed the Potter's but if they had used Veritiserum then they would have known that he didn't but did they do that? No they just threw him in jail. I also knew that you told Minister Fudge that I was back in power last year and he didn't believe you. Sometimes the 'Good' side can be just as bad as its counterpart," Tom answered.
Harry sat silently and thought about what To-his father was telling and as much as he hated it, he had to admit that his father had a point. A lot of things the light side did matched right along with the things that the dark side did. He was betrayed by the people he trusted most and at the moment he could clearly see the points that his father was trying to make.
Harry was by no means stupid so he could very well make the connections with who knew Tom was his real father. He knew that the Weasley's knew because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley they were in the various pictures in the books of Lily and James Potter, which meant that Ron probably knew. That would explain why Ron always thought the worse of him when something happened to Harry that Ron wished would happen to him. Harry also knew that if Sirius knew then so did Remus, which mean that everyone he held deep within his heart kept something so important.something that he wanted and yearned away from him because of their own reasons and Harry wasn't going to forgive them that easily.
"Father.don't call me Harry. Call me Alexander," by Harry saying those few words he marked the change for a whole knew life that would produce a new person. A person who would erase what Harry Potter was and become exactly what he was meant to be. Alexander Lioness Riddle.