Chapter 5

The Truth is Never Simple

'What do you mean Voldemort's back?' James asked quickly, Harry's fear catching on to him.

'Wormtail stabbed me and threw the knife that had my blood into the cauldron', Harry hissed in agony. 'It's the same spell Voldemort had Wormtail use last time, when they used Harry's blood.'

'Are you sure?' Lily pressed him. Harry nodded and James stood up.

'I'll inform the Order. You can heal him.'

Lily nodded.

'Good luck getting them to believe you', Harry said. James looked back at him. 'It took over a year for everyone to believe Harry. I don't know if they'll take his return as bad this time.'

James nodded and rushed off. Lily returned to the room a moment later and gently pealed back the bloody robes to reveal the wound. Harry didn't watch as she held her wand to the wound and muttered an incantation. But he noticed the pain begin to die away and soon his mother looked a little more relaxed. When he glanced at his stomach, all there was, was a bloody hole in his robes. He sat up and rubbed the recently healed skin.

'Not as good as phoenix tears', said Lily, 'but it works.'

James returned a few hours later with good news. The Order had believed him and were already on the look out for Voldemort. Sirius came home and when he discovered that Voldemort was back, grew very uneasy. To keep his mind on other this and to help Lily and James he took Hailey to the park. Voldemort didn't know about Hailey's birth and Sirius could change into his dog form if he needed to.

Harry, James and Lily decided to take a walk around the Potter's vast backyard. Lily and James could tell Harry was uneasy and had hoped the walk around the yard would ease his tension. But it only heightened it by the arrival of an unexpected and unwelcome.

'Voldemort', James hissed pulling his wand out. Harry stepped forward and reached into his pocket to grab his own wand, when he realized it was back at the house. He cursed himself for not grabbing it before he left. But Voldemort didn't seem to be in the fighting mood.

'Ah, the Potter family', Voldemort hissed. His eyes fell on Harry. 'I must thank you, again, for your blood. Now where is your sister?'

Harry realized that when his blood was taken, a copy of his memories must have gone with the blood.

'Ron isn't our son', said Lily, a bit confused. 'Shows how much you know.'

Voldemort laughed his high cold laugh.

'You still don't know who this man is?' he laughed with glee. James and Lily's eyes flickered with confusion. Harry paled as he realized what Voldemort had come to do. He hadn't come to kill them. He'd come to create a rift between him and his mother and father with the truth. The one thing he hadn't told them.

'Go on', Voldemort whispered, sending a chill down Harry's spine. 'Tell them who you are. Tell them who you really are.'

Harry didn't move at all. James glanced from Harry to the Dark Lord, then back at Harry.

'What the hell is he talking about Ron?'

Voldemort hissed with glee and watched Harry carefully to see how he would react.

'Tell them who you really are, Harry Potter.'

James looked around, expecting to see his son, but Little Harry was nowhere to be seen. And Voldemort wasn't looking at a smaller figure, just behind them all. Harry sighed inwardly as he thought of how to respond. He glared at the Dark Lord then looked back at Lily and James. As his eyes met theirs, Lily and James saw now the sadness in his own eyes he had told them Harry had always had. Harry looked back at Voldemort and when he spoke, he spoke with the hate he'd told them Harry had always had for Voldemort.

'So I'm their son. What does it mean to you?'

'It means nothing to me now that they know who you are.' He Disappearated. Without waiting for his parents to say anything, Harry turned and walked away. James and Lily glanced at each other then quickly followed him. They caught up to him and fell into step beside him.

'Is it true?' James gasped finally. 'What you said back there, is it true?'

'Yes.'

'I don't believe you', James stated, his mistrust for Harry returning.

'You don't believe anything I tell you do you Dad?'

Harry stopped and rounded on them, his hate towards Voldemort still pumping in his veins.

'If I'm not your son, then tell me why I look so much like you and mum? If I'm not your son, then how do I know exactly how Harry felt during his seven years at Hogwarts? If I'm not your son, then why the hell did I come back to save you two?'

No one said anything at these words so Harry continued to walk towards the house. He stepped inside, marched upstairs to his room, grabbed his wand, and came back down the stairs. He pushed passed his mother and father, who were waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs and headed for the front door.

'Harry', called Lily. 'Wait.'

Harry stopped and looked back at his mother, waiting.

'What are you going to do?' Lily asked him.

The hatred Harry had been hiding since the age of seventeen completely re-ignited in his heart as he looked into his parent's eyes. The sunshine seemed to fade from the sky as his hate for Voldemort almost boiled out of him. He walked up to his mother and looked down at her. Lily almost cowered at the hatred in Harry's eyes and how dangerous he looked.

'In my world', Harry whispered, his voice trembling in fury, 'he killed you. He killed both of you. Then he kept trying to kill me. He killed you guys, he killed Sirius, and he killed Ron and Hermione, so hell, he pretty much killed me too. I came back to stop that from happening. I came back so I could hang around with you guys for once, and love you, something I'd never been able to do before because I didn't even know you. But most of all, I came back to kill Voldemort, so none of the things that had once happened to me would happen to the three of you. Obviously killing Voldemort once wasn't enough. I have to do it again. So that's what I'm doing mum. I'm going to kill that damn...'

Suddenly there was no word in the English language that could describe how much Harry hated Voldemort.

'He's going back to hell where he belongs', Harry growled. 'I'm going to kill him. I'm going to KILL HIM!'

He turned and began walking away so his parents couldn't see the tears that were threatening to flow from his eyes.

'Wait', James whispered, following his son. Harry ignored him almost against his own will and quickened his pace. He wanted to stop, wanted to tell his dad that he loved him, but he just couldn't.

'Harry...'

Harry broke into a run and grabbed his father's broom, which was by the door. He jumped onto it and flew off into the growing darkness. Just when James thought his son was gone, Harry came flying back. Harry wanted to protect his mother and father, which meant they couldn't follow him. They wouldn't agree to just staying behind and hoping that Harry was just going to be OK. Harry was going to have to protect them, by trapping them. He pointed his wand at James.

'Ablego!'

James was thrown backwards into the house and the door slammed shut. Harry's voice floated through the closed door.

'Collopotus!'

The door glowed brightly for a moment then returned to its natural dullness. Satisfied that his parents wouldn't be able to escape for a while, Harry flew off towards the north, the setting sun on his left. When his parents finally escaped, which he knew they would, they weren't going to know which way he went, and they weren't going to be able to stop him.

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'Reducto. REDUCTO!'

The spells James cast at the door were just absorbed into the wood instead of destroying it like it was supposed to. Lily shook her head.

'James, it isn't going to work.'

'Yes it will, but you just got to help me. Reducto!'

The spell was only once again absorbed by the door. James kicked the door in frustration, only succeeding in getting a sore toe.

'James, admit it. You son beat you in this one.'

'He's. Not. My. Son', saying each word as he hit the door with his fist.

'Yes he is and you know it' Lily grabbed her husband by the arm and turned him around. 'He did exactly what you would have done in his position.'

'Then why did he lie about who he was?'

'I don't know James. Probably because he knew we wouldn't believe him.'

James ran his fingers through his hair, walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Lily sat down in the chair beside him.

'So, he is our son then?'

Lily nodded.

'And all of the things he told us Harry went through... it was really him who went through it. But where did he get that scar on his head?'

'Albus told me that you only get scars like that from being touched by an evil curse. I think that may have been the scar from the night Voldemort killed us and tried to kill him.'

'Oh gosh...' whispered James. 'I made it so obvious I didn't trust him at first. What he must have thought... how he must have felt...'

'We didn't know it was our son. He suddenly Appeared in our house and that gave us a reason not to trust him.'

'We got to stop him', James whispered. 'We got to save him.

'But how?'