Warning: Mild Language, Sorry it took so long but I forgot. Two more chapters to go then no more. (Damn I keep saying that)

Because I Said

By Tracev/Wittchway

Takes place the summer after 4th year and Voldemorts return.

Harry currently was curled up in his seat at the breakfast table eating a chocolate bar. Dudley's diet that had been forced by his school nurse was currently being reversed by all at #4 Privet dr. The diet had worked to effectively, and aunt Petunia was doing everything in her power to see that Dudley was a proper size young man again. So as a result candy was readily available, as were other snacks of crisps and ice cream. Dudley sat across from Harry pouring chocolate sauce on his breakfast cereal, Harry watched with amusement as he added marshmallows and rainbow sprinkles. He turned his attention back to the Television as his uncle Vernon entered the room. Aunt Petunia set a platter of bacon on the table, along with eggs dripping in cheese. Harry waited as the others took their servings, then helped him self to the scraps that remained.

Dudley and Harry sat there most of the morning watching television. It was near lunch when Harry got a sudden chill, he shrugged it off thinking it was the ice cream he and Dudley were now consuming. Harry shrugged again dropping his spoon, a strange sensation tingled through him. It felt familiar, though he couldn't quite place the feeling. He tried to stand up, gripping the edge of the table, his legs felt wobbly. Coldness settled over him, Harry fell to the ground, familiar screams of the past rushed into his mind, a cold, dampness engulfed him. His mother was there, his mother was screaming, she was running up the stairs, he could see himself as a baby in her arms crying.

Harry felt hands on him pulling at him, his aunt and cousin somewhere in the distance talking to him, screaming at him, they seemed to be in an echoed tunnel. He tried to focus his mind on them, he tried to think of happy thoughts, but it seemed none existed. The screams continued, his mother, then his father, but his mother seemed to be his main focus. He could see her clear now than anytime before, he could see her scream, yelling at Voldemort, he was bareing down on her.

Harry could feel himself whimper, though no sound came from him. Sweat dripped into Harry's eyes, he knew that a Dementor was near, his mind raced to think of the spell to make it all stop. Yet the nightmare continued, Voldemort standing over his mother, the dark lord was reaching for him. Voldemort was saying something...Harry jerked up right...son...he was calling him son.... The dread and fear that had him withering on the floor left him drained of all energy. The coldness that had thrown him to the ground was suddenly gone

Harry opened his eyes, his aunt was kneeling next to him looking scared, his cousin was hovering by the side door ready to run.

"James…… isn't my father." he whispered..."he lied to me...did you know?...Voldemort...father, son...I'm his son" Harry muttered crazily...

His aunt was watching him, she spoke softly kneeling next to him, "my god what is wrong with you, James is your father. Not that monster."

"It's a lie...it's a lie...all of it...Voldemort is my father...she cheated on James."

Petunia stumbled back in horror dragging Dudley from the kitchen.

Harry lay back on the ground, cold and clammy. Had his whole life had been a lie? Could this be real?

Harry sat up suddenly he had to get to Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore, he could explain everything. Harry got up slowly, washing his face in the kitchen sink.

***

Severus Snape kicked aimlessly at the tree stump, in the clearing just a short distance from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He watched the bark come off in great sheets, several bugs that thrived on dead decaying tree bark scurry about as their shelter fell to the ground. Snape pulled his wand casting a freezing spell, he squatted looking at the bugs, as their eyes darted around wildly frozen. Snape poked at the bugs with his wand in a bemused sort of fashion.

"Ahem," Lord Voldemort cleared his throat. Causing Snape to jump, "my lord...I didn't hear you arrive" he bowed low, avoiding it if all possible kneeling fully. Voldemort watched him in his own amusement as he avoided the act, Snape was the most difficult of his followers to get along with; Opinionated, rules, potions, quiet, young as death eaters went. Was always late, gone the moment a meeting was over.

Did he question Snapes loyalty? Always.

But he was useful. In a twisted sort of way, he had played a major part in the development of who Voldemort was today. The old spells and creations of new ones to keep him alive, to make him immortal. Voldemort smiled, "that's enough Snape, stand up".

Severus stood still, as Lord Voldemort circled around him. "Tell me of Harry Potter."

"He's a horrible little boy, doesn't obey the rules, always in trouble, in tolerable little wrench, sneaking about..."

Voldemort held up his hand..."yes Snape I get the idea." Apparently he would have to be more direct, "Where does he go during summer break?"

"To his mothers relatives, aunt and uncle. Dumbledore has wards and spells up to protect him. No one can get past who wish to harm him."

Voldemort circled back around Snape, "yes, I see. What does Dumbledore know."

"What do you mean?"

"Does he know I'm the boys father?"

Snape whirled around, "what" he said startled, "James and Lily Potter...? He looks like James...exactly."

Voldemort shrugged, he thought back to the man he had killed nearly 14 years ago, messy brown hair, blue eyes, tall. He was those things, had been those things at one time long ago before the immortal change, he turned back to

Snape, "Dumbledore hasn't told him then….does he suspect anything. Rumors?"

"No," Startled Snape backed up a step. "No, I don't' think... I've never heard anything ever. Are you sure?... excuse me I didn't mean that. It's just that...I'm pretty sure, he has no idea. I had no idea. And as far as Dumbledore goes I have know idea."

"Yes, well… you need to find out. What information Dumbledore has? What our precious boy who lived knows. I want my son Severus, I want him by my side, or he will die, as will you if you fail me this task."

"Yes my Lord." Snape apparated straightaway, appearing moments later outside the gates of Hogwarts, he ran for the castle. He burst through the front doors of the school, his cloak billowing behind him, he ran up the stairs, turning right and ran for Dumbledore's office. He stood on the moving spiral staircase letting it take him to the top, but he was too impatient and sprinted the rest of the way.

Dumbledore stood talking to fawk his phoenix. "You bastard", Snape spat, bent over gasping for breath, "He's Potter father, you should have told me" he gasped. He held the stitch in his side, "You should have told me, he wants Potter, he wants his son Albus." Snape plopped in a wing back chair, "should have told me."

Albus sat down in his customary chair, looking thoughtfully out the window, "so he knows," he said this to know one in particular.

"Well Severus," sitting forward in his seat, "Harry must not know at all cost that Voldemort is his father, you are the only other person who knows beside I… and I suspect Peter Pettigrew."

"Albus he going after the boy, stand by his side or die."

"Yes well, Harry won't stand by his side, he killed his parents after all….we are sticking to that theory, Severus." Albus said the words sternly standing and going back to Fawkes.

Snape stood, "I think you underestimate the boy, he should be told the truth, let him make his own decision, he's a noble Gryffindor I'll sure he'll do you proud." He spat, at the thought of Gryffindors.

"A noble Gryffindor who begged the sorting hat not to put him in Slytherin." Albus said pointedly. Snape jaw fell open, he attempted to mutter a few words, but none came out. So instead he sat back in his seat.

***

As Snape apparated away Voldemort turn beckoning the Dementor forward. "Did you find him?"

"Yes just as Snape said he was with a aunt and cousin. Safe guarded, but he now knows the truth." Voldemort smiled "Yes," The dark Lord walked back and forth pacing, thinking. "Did you read his emotions".

The Dementor looked down at the dark Lord, smiling broadly under his dark cloak. "I did" he glanced away. But Voldemort didn't ask for details, he nodded, he knew very well the boy now understood the truth.

The Dementor faced Voldemort impatiently, "I read Snape also." Voldemort turned a strange twisted smirk appeared, "and pray tell what haunts our dear potions master?" another Dementor guided forward, his voice oilier than the other, one could say it was a joyful voice that is if Dementors possessed such a think, "he spy's for Dumbledore" another Dementor glided forward, "but you already new that didn't you?"

Voldemort pulled his wand, "expecto patronum," he shrieked with fury, a ghostly snake burst from the tip of his wand causing the Dementors to scatter. So Snape was a spy?

TBC

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