Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything officially related to it.

Warnings: Possible spoilers for all five books, SLASH, language, and violence in later chapters.

Chapter 2

"Harry, it's time to get up." His maid, Ashley, called through the door.

Harry Potter sat up in bed and stretched his arms over his head. He threw back the black silk covers, swung his legs off the bed and stood up, yawning.

"Alright, I'm up." He shouted back. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand; it read 7:30.

Harry padded barefoot across his room to the bathroom. He stood at gray marble sink and opened the cabinet above it, he pulled out his toothbrush and paste. After brushing his teeth, he got dressed in faded blue jeans and a white button up shirt, he left it un-tucked and the collar open, then he put on his socks and boots.

He exited his room when he finished running a comb through his jet-black hair, he bounded down the stairs and into the dinning room, where his aunt and uncle were already seated.

"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Harry said brightly as he kissed Petunia on the cheek.

"Yes, indeed it is." Vernon chuckled. "Happy birthday, Harry."

"Thanks, Uncle. What are you doing today?" Harry asked as he sat down at the table and started eating.

"Not much really." His uncle replied. "I have to go over a few papers and I'm planning stopping by to see how everything is going."

Vernon's father had owned several farms and fields where they raised sheep and cattle, the fields grew many different thing, like sugar cane, wine grapes, oats and cotton, and he had pasted away fourteen years ago, leaving everything to Vernon.

Now he owned some of the best land and crops around, and was very wealthy. Harry went to the best schools, Petunia had clothes especially made for her, and Vernon owned a garage full of fancy sports cars.

"Um, Harry, there's something I have to tell you." Vernon cleared his throat.

"Oh." Harry sat his fork down and waited for Vernon to continue.

"Where do I start? Okay, on Halloween, fourteen years ago there was this serial killer, named Tom Riddle."

"I've never heard of him." Harry knotted his brows.

"There's a reason for that. You see, about twenty years ago he started this, er - cult, I suppose you could call it. Anyway, he started looking for followers, and anybody that stood up to him was killed. This man was, um, racist and thought he was better than anybody else, that was his goal to murder the, mudbloods, I believe he called them and the purebloods, would rule everything."

"Wait, a sec. whom exactly are the 'mudbloods'? I mean are they black or Hispanic, Jewish, what?"

"They're," He stopped and glanced at Petunia, who had been silent the whole time. "Muggles."

Harry sat there staring at his uncle like he had lost his mind. Muggles? What on Earth is a muggle?

"Um, what does 'muggle' mean?" Harry asked, trying to remember if he had ever heard that name before.

"I'm a muggle." Petunia told him. "So is your uncle."

"That doesn't make it any clearer for me."

"A muggle, " Vernon said slowly. "Is a non-magical person."

"Come again?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Now, Harry, I don't want you to be angry with me for not telling you sooner, but you're a wizard."

Harry blinked, then burst out laughing.
"Nice one, Uncle, you had me believing that story at the beginning." He choked, still laughing. "I'm serious, Harry." Vernon said quietly and Harry stopped laughing.

"But there's no such thing as magic." Harry frowned.

"Maybe you should continue the story, Vernon." Petunia said pointedly.

"Right. Muggles as I said are non-magical and some wizards dislike them, and they dislike muggle-born witches and wizards even more."

"What has that got to do with Halloween?"

"I was getting to that. Tom Riddle or Voldemort as he later became know as, went to a house in Godric's Hollow on Halloween, fourteen years ago and killed a young family that lived there. A couple and their fifteen-month- old baby. The parents died, but the child lived." Vernon stopped.

"What was the family's name?" Harry asked, but for some reason he already guessed who it was.

"Potter."

Silence filled the room as Harry tried to make since of what he had just heard.

"So, I'm a wizard, my parents were murdered and you're just now telling me?" Harry said and raked his fingers through his hair.

"I know I should have told you sooner, but I couldn't. I'm sorry."

"No, no, I'm not angry at you, I'm just shocked. A wizard? Eh, go figure." He took another bit of eggs.

A/N: That was pretty bad, even for me. But please review!!

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