News about Dylan being able to perform wandless magic had spread around the school by the following day and students were avoiding him like the plague. Not that Dylan minded this; it gave him more private time with Draco.

Dylan hadn't yet had time to browse through the pages of the photo album and he had not told a soul. He dare not in case what the headmaster said was true.

That evening he went up to his dorm room avoiding Gryffindor common room at all costs. He brought out the large scarlet book and sat down upon his bed with that on is lap.

On the first page was a photo of a woman with fiery red hair accompanied by a man that could have been him, holding a small new born baby. Below this was a birth certificate depicting that James Mark Potter was father of and Lily Evans Potter was mother of Harry James Potter.

The following double page was spread with photos of these two people and the baby. Dylan noticed that the woman's eyes were the same as his.

There were pictures of the child's first birthday; the child he now realised was him. How could it not be, this meant Voldermort had lied to him.

Slamming the book shut he threw it into the wall facing him with a satisfactory thud. Dylan had tears of fury in his eyes, this was not something he could talk to Draco about, he wouldn't understand.

Doing the only thing he could think of he walked down into the common room and out of the portrait hall.

Ron was first to venture upstairs after his departure, he picked up the book and began to flick through it.

Dylan went straight to Dumbledore's office and insisted on shouting and yelling for the headmaster to show his face however it was not he who came out of the study but snape.

"Mr Riddle, what is all this noise for?"

"Get out of my way traitor." Dylan demanded pushing past him and jumping upon the revolving staircase.

He didn't bother being polite he simply barged in where both the headmaster and Professor Magonigal were conversing.

"Please come in and sit down, it's not like I can stop you."

"Tell me the truth, tell me why."

"Should I leave Albus?"

"No, no, you know who he is I believe."

"How come everyone but me knows who I am?"

"Because Harry when you were young, one to be precise, your parents realised they were marked for death by Voldermort, they went into hiding but a boy by the name of Peter Pettigrew betrayed them to Voldermort. Now as he did not know fully about the prophecy instead of attempting to kill you he took you.

"There was no sign of you by the time the members of the Order of the Phoenix were able to get there. Voldermort then went into hiding presumably to raise you as his own. We all assumed you dead until we saw you board the Hogwarts express on the first of September."

"Don't understand, I love my dad, he would have told me."

"And would you have accepted it, the fact that he murdered your parents because you were going to be the one to destroy him if raised by the side of the light, the fact that he could not conceive a child of his own for an heir to his throne so he resorted to stealing one."

"That would have been better than lies." Harry said close to tears again. "He always told me that my mother died giving birth to me and he it was my fault that the woman he loved was dead. The guilt never really went away."

The two teachers looked pityingly at the teen in front of them. His life destroyed by the desperate acts of a mad man. "The question is what do we do now?"

"You can't let Snape go to the next deatheater meeting; Voldermort knows he is a spy."

"I am afraid he has already gone, and I know what I plan to do."

"Do not do anything rash Harry, your parents died to save you they would not want you to die in a foolish attempt to revenge their deaths."

"I can't let him get away with it, I want him dead."

"Here we can help; I will call you to me when we have decided on a plan of action."

Dylan left the office with a feeling that he couldn't quite explain, it was as if his insides were split in two. Half of his was Dylan Lazarus Riddle the other was Harry James Potter.

Before he knew where he was walking he ended up outside Gryffindor tower. He didn't know why but he didn't really feel like going down to the Slytherin common room like he had done so many times this year already, he felt like sitting with the Gryffindors and...talking.

It was what his true parents did. There was so much he didn't know about them, the lies he had been told had clouded his judgement of the people around him. He had dismissed friends because of there blood and suddenly he felt guilty about it.

He spoke the password and entered, the room fell silent all eyes glanced his way. The red head he had tormented on the train stepped forward, his girlfriend with the bushy hair next to him.

"I'm Ron and this is Hermione, we know who you are, we understand why you treated us the way you did, we're just glad your alive."

"How do you know who I am?"

"everyone mourned the day that the Potter's heir of Godric Gryffindor passed away, your our only hope of destroying he-who-must-not-be-named." The girl said smiling.

"I think we need to start from the beginning, can you tell me about my parents?"

I do realise that the chapters are getting shorter but each chapter has it's own plot line really so it can't be helped. Hope your enjoying this story so far from the reviews I can tell you are. In the next chapter I think I am going to have some Harry/Draco action. Please please please review. Thanks SS