Chapter: Doesn't the truth hurt.

The next day, Harry found himself normal again. Julia had really been pissed and decided to leave the spell on for the rest of the night. Sirius had been pouting all day, complaining about why he had to be the poodle.

"Julia, How did you do wandless magic?" Harry asked, as he rose from her couch.

Sirius, who had been sitting on the couch across from him, looked up in interest at Harry's question.

"Well," Julia started, "It's a thing, ya know, an instinct, or something. When you're really angry, you tend to do things, the impossible. We witches and wizard have power, but we're not using it properly. When you're angry or have some type of emotional crises, your magic tends to reach out and perform wandless magic it's self. If you think about it, the way I do, than you're be able to do wandless magic."

"You should write a book," Sirius commented. "I never really thought about it that way, or even tried for that matter."

Harry grinned at his godfather. "Sirius, you never think. That's exactly why we got caught last night."

Sirius growled, "You know, you're right, Harry," He said sarcastically. "That's exactly why I have to practice my pranks on someone else."

Harry watched his godfather storm out the room with confused eyes, "You shouldn't have done that, Harry," Julia said with a Malfoy smirk, "And who, do you think, is he going to practice it on."

The emerald-eyed boy's eyes widened and he jumped up off the couch and bolted towards the bedroom door where he knew his godfather was hiding.

Julia watched Harry run out of the room with satisfied eyes. Turning to the square table in the middle of the room, she picked up a white envelope. It had Harry's name written on it in red letters. Running a hand through her hair, she decided on whether to open it or not. Biting her lip, she opened the envelope with a caution, and started to read.

Dear Harry,

I have finally had the courage to write to you. I'm still scared of your reaction to this letter, and you're probably confused, and are wondering who wrote you this letter. Well, My name is Alexandra Feore, I'm a great fan of yours. No, not the stalker type of fan, but a fan who is exactly like you in many different ways.

My father's name is George Feore, the owner of a shop called Possessive Power in Knockturn Ally. He has a secret, only he and I know, and now you're going to know. You must be shaking right now (Chuckle) wondering why would a stranger, out of the blue, want to tell you her dad's secret.

It's really simple, Harry, it just so happens to be that my dad is Lord Voldemort's Son, and I'm his granddaughter...

Shocking, yes I know, but you needed to know. My father told me that he has been hearing some strange stuff around Knockturn alley. One of the things he heard was that Voldemort has recruited a person who is known as the secret weapon. This person is already at Hogwarts.

You're probably wondering why I would write to you. You're probably thinking because I'm Voldemorts grandchild I am on his side, and why would I tell you this information. It's pretty simple, really, I want him to die. I want him to suffer the same horrible death my mother did. See, he killed my mother when I was thirteen, and now I'm sixteen. I'm trying to plan revenge against him. I'm trying to lend you any available information that may help in defeating Tom Marvolo Riddle.

All I can really tell you is watch your back. The secret weapon is at Hogwarts, and is probably close to you. If you decide to trust me, I want to set up a meeting between us. So please, write back Harry Potter, for your own sake...

Hopefully, your friend

Alexandra Feore.

Julia crunched up the envelope in anger. How dare this girl try to befriend her Harry when she was Voldemorts granddaughter? Balling up the letter, she watched in engulf in flames, her eyes flaring as the paper burned. Giving an evil laugh, she tossed the ashes into the air, and watched them vanish, a smirk plastered on her face.

Meanwhile, Harry looked around Julia's bedchambers in confusion. He could have sworn his godfather ran in here.

"Sirius," He called out. "Julia has classes in an hour, don't you wanna prank her again." He suggested.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge black dog jumped from the corner of the room. "Ha," Sirius said, as he transformed back into himself. "I almost had you scared."

"Yeah, whatever," Harry dismissed lazily, suddenly feeling tired. He ran his a hand through his hair trying not to pass out on the spot.

"Harry, are you okay?" Asked his concern Godfather. He wanted to nod his head in a gesture that he was okay, but the room started to spin, and then he saw black.

... Dream sequence ...

Opening his eyes, Harry noticed it was extremely hot and he was sprawled out on his back on the Quiditch field. Getting up slowly, he looked around the empty field in wonder, why was he here?

"I used to love playing here." Harry jumped up, startled by the sudden voice. Turning to the voice he recognized, he hugged the person tightly

"Dad," He said softly, his voice slightly muffled by his dad cloths, "It's been along time, where is mom?"

James Potter pulled away with a chuckle. "In the E.O.D, it's just like the wizarding world, just we are dead. If you were to die, you'd probably think you were still alive. The way our world is built is just like yours, it's just full of dead people. Anyways, your mother has been off the rocker lately, I didn't tell her I was coming."

"Oh," Harry said sadly, disappointed that he wasn't going to be able to meet his mother. "Is she depressed because Julia, left?"

The older Gryffindor, eyes widen to saucers, "You mean you know about Julia?" He asked angrily.

The raven hair boy fidgeted nervously, "Yeah, uhh, she's kinda alive, and is teaching at Hogwarts."

"I can't believe her," James yelled, and started pacing back and forth. "That, That, bit-chick needs to be thrown in Azkaban."

"Dad!" Harry yelled, trying to get the angry mans attention. "What's wrong? I thought Julia was some kind of angle sent here to help me. We share a bond dad, and you and mom raised her."

The pacing man stopped, and stared at his son with an unreadable expression. "Oh, we didn't raise her. Two months ago, Julia, came to us, telling us that you were in danger. She asked us to help her, and we did. We gave her this potion that would help her get thorough the veil, even though she was dead. She told us that she was only going on a five-day rescue mission, and not to worry. Well, she never came back. Later on, Lily and I got in trouble because we distributed a potion to her, helping her get out. Lily was brutally beaten, and I was almost thrown in the hallways of silence."

By the time James was done, he was shaking from head to toe in anger. Harry stepped up to his father, his eyes blazing. "You mean to tell me Julia is an evil bitch who caused the beating of my dead mother, who was supposed to live the rest of her life in happiness."

"Yes, son, I don't what she's been telling you, or what her game is, but she's evil."

...End OF DREAM...

"Harry!" Harry got up, his eyes still blazing as his eyes met Julia's, "You're awake!" She screamed in happiness. Swallowing, Harry slowly got up, and turned to his godfather, with a sad smile.

"I'm okay, but not for long," He said, standing up and stretching. "Julia we need to chat."

Julia shuffled towards in nervously. "A-About what Harry?"

"Who are you?" Harry asked, holding some of the anger he felt.

Sirius looked into Harry's eyes, and was shocked to see how much hate they held. "Kiddo, why don't you just calm down and explain."

"Well," He drawled, sound like Draco Malfoy. "Julia here hasn't been completely honestly. I mean, for one, your name might be Julia, but my parents didn't raise you. In fact, you did nothing but cause pain to my parents. Second, you told me we were bonded, and that's how you managed to come through the veil, through our bond. And the truth was, my mom and dad helped out with that, and you betrayed them."

"I knew it," Sirius jumped out of his seat and was about to raise his wand when Julia suddenly had a sword to his throat. Harry gasped looking at the sword that resembled Godrick Gryffindor's, but had Salazar Slytherin carved on the hilt, "You were the one Lily and James were talking about! I should have killed you then when we were arguing about it."

Harry suddenly remembered something as he saw Julia's eyes flash red. "When-when, you told me that the bonds stopped the dreams, I bet it was you staging the dreams to make them look like real dreams. Which means, that you are Voldemort. I have been having visions, but you made them look like dreams." He whispered.

Julia smirked and held the sword even tighter against Sirius' throat. "Glad you pieced together all the pieces, Harry," She mused, "If only I would have been smart of enough to try this in your first year."

"H-How did you get through the wards?" Sirius asked, fidgeting when the Julia pressed the sword even tighter to him.

"Albus let me through the wards, he invited me here. And by doing that, he let me through the wards. A good friend of mine was kind enough to lend me her body. " She explained.

"So what do you plan to do now," Harry asked, playing stupid. "Kill us, you do know that you have classes in twenty minutes."

Voldemort, also known as Julia, laughed. "Yeah, but don't forget I can kill you in an instant. I want you to suffer, but I really don't have any time to do anything that dirty. I guess I'll stick with slashing your godfather throat, letting you watch the blood pour down his body, and then I'll kill you with a stab through you golden heart."

The emerald-eyed boy gulped but held his head high. "H-H-How about, you l-let S-Sirius go, and take m-me."

Voldemort laughed. "Ha! Why take only you, when I can have you both."

Sirius, who was watching the whole exchange, widened his eyes at his godson words." No Harry, let me die. You go run, and fight. Please don't give up yet."

Harry thought for a second, tapping his foot on the stone floor. He knew that Voldemort wouldn't let Sirius go unless it was for his cause. "Well, wouldn't it please you more to have Dumbledore know exactly how his precious Golden boy died?" He said with a smirk, watching the curiosity in Voldemorts eyes. "I mean, you can have Sirius go to Dumbledore saying I need help. You can kill me before they come to the rescue, and let them know that they could of saved me if they had just came in time."

"I like the way you think, Potter, but no, that's not what I'm aiming to do. I'll just kill your little mutt right now and leave you to know that you could of saved him." Voldemort said with a smirk of his own.

Harry stood horrified as he watched Tom bring the sword up and start to swing in down. Before he even realized what he was planning to do. He had already jumped up in front of the blade, slicing the middle of his stomach. Blood spilled everywhere, and Harry found himself walking towards bright light.

Cliffhanger, yeah I hate those too. Anyways, is Harry going to pull through? It's not very shocking Julia's evil, but the next chapter will probably be the end of this story. I want to make a sequel about the rest of Harry's school year after this experience. It's going to be an adventure/Romance story. I didn't want to end this so quickly, but I felt like this story was really not going anywhere. So, I had to end this story quick, and start on a new one that I promise will be a hundred percent better. My other story is probably going to be about solving certain mysteries, like where is Malfoy? Is Harry going to talk to Alexandra? And how is he going to hide Sirius, when Dumbledore comes.