A/N: Here is the next chapter, I know these chapters are just around 2000 words, but later chapters will make up for it I promise.

JagedlyJaded: Thank you for your review and I am glad that you like my fics. Though I must warn this one will be less Tonks/Harry when they go back in time, but I assure you that they will be together a lot later in the series.

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I would like to say thanks to Chelanzar for beta reading this chapter.

Chapter Three: Hidden Secrets

After having such a horrible night, Harry was determined more than ever to have a good day. However, with his relatives being home, it wouldn't be that great of a day, unless he managed to escape from the house for a while.

Harry looked at the clock; it was still early, but this worked to his advantage, as he would be able to shower and eat, before his relatives were awake to yell at him. Harry went to the bathroom, to take a shower. As he stood, looking at himself in the mirror, Harry was greatly disappointed in his appearance.

"With all my years of playing Quidditch, you would think that I would have gained some muscle, but no I am still just a scrawny boy." Harry said as he turned away from the mirror and made his way into the shower.

His shower took longer than he expected it would, and it left him with little time to have breakfast before his relatives awoke. He hated the idea of having to deal with them, but there was nothing that he could do about that now.

Harry had just finished making his breakfast, when his Uncle Vernon made his way into the kitchen.

"Boy, what do you think you are doing?" Vernon said in his gruff tone.

"Making breakfast for myself, what does it look like?" Harry asked in a smug tone that irritated Vernon even more.

"Look here boy, you will not give me that cheek in my own home! If you plan on eating my food then you bloody well will earn it! You will clean out the basement and then you will cut the grass to work off the food you are eating." Vernon said looking like he was fit to be tied.

"I will not do both of these chores to pay for this meager meal. I will agree to clean out the basement but that is it!" Harry said determined that he would not do more than he had to for the people that have treated him like a slave for so many years.

"Boy, you have some nerve!" Vernon said as Harry's Aunt Petunia walked into the kitchen.

"Vernon, remember what happened at the train station. Harry, if you clean out the basement that will pay for your meals today, but you will have to do chores tomorrow to be allowed to eat." Petunia said in a calm tone, which didn't make Vernon all that happy.

Harry knew it wasn't worth fighting over, and if his plans worked out he wouldn't have to worry about eating their crummy food any longer. "Yes ma'am." Harry said as he sat down and began to eat his breakfast.

After finishing his small breakfast, Harry made his way down into the basement, to begin the chore of cleaning up the mess. Despite Harry's aunt's almost obsessing need for cleanliness, the basement was filthy. There were many different boxes stacked haphazardly throughout the basement. Harry groaned, as he looked over the messy basement. 'I should have cut the grass instead,' Harry thought as he continued to look over the mess that he had to clean.

After an hour of cleaning, Harry was fed up with all the boxes of junk lying around the basement. However he did say that he would do it, so he went back to cleaning.

After another half hour, Harry was moving one of the boxes of junk, and found what looked like a small cubbyhole. This raised Harry's interest as he continued to dig out the boxes blocking the hole. Harry wass shocked to find that there is a small door with a latch on it keeping it closed.

Harry opened the latch and pulled open the door. What he found inside was shocking. He found a trunk inside the hole, and the initials on the trunk told Harry right away that it was his mother's trunk.

Harry carefully pulled out the trunk, and looked at it. It wass a red cherry trunk, and it had golden initials on it by the latch. Harry stared at the trunk for a moment, not knowing whether he should open it or not.

Finally, he gave in to his desire to see what his aunt and uncle had hidden away from him for so many years. As soon as he opened the trunk, Harry found a note right on top with his name on it.

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this then our worst fears have come true, and your father and I are dead. I have no way of knowing when you will find this, so I am just hoping that you are old enough to understand all that I have to say to you. First, let me tell you that no matter what you have heard, your father and I both love you very much.

There is so much I wish I could tell you and share with you, but I'm afraid our time grows shorter. I can only hope that Dumbledore has respected our wishes about not sending you to live with my sister, but if he has then I want to say that I am truly sorry.

I know my sister probably never told you your true heritage or what you really are. I am sure that she has raised you with a strict understanding of what normal is, but Harry if you don't know already then I will be the first to tell you that you're a wizard my darling.

If your godfather, Sirius Black, has raised you like we had wished then I know you will know you're a wizard and undoubtedly Sirius is turning you into a prankster like him. I hope that he doesn't get you into as much trouble as he did your father.

If you don't live with Sirius then he is undoubtedly in Azkaban prison suspected of betraying your father and I, as he was to be our Secret-Keeper. If this is the case then Harry you have to get him out because he is innocent. You will find a second letter in this trunk that is to be given to Albus Dumbledore, it will tell him the truth so he can get Sirius out of prison.

I am afraid that is all I can tell you at this time my darling, but the things found within this trunk should help you throughout life. Remember that your father and I will always love you and we shall be waiting to greet our baby boy on the other side.

Love,

Lily Evans Potter and James Potter

Harry dropped to his knees as the thought that Sirius could have been spared if only someone had bothered to look into this trunk. A tear rolled from his eyes as his rage towards his relatives and towards Dumbledore. If his relatives would have bothered to tell him the truth or even had shown him the trunk then he could have saved Sirius. If Dumbledore hadn't been an ignorant git he would have known about Sirius being innocent. It was Dumbledore's fault that Sirius was dead, and Harry would never forgive the manipulating bastard for that. 'That bastard didn't even obey my mother's dying wishes, as I have been stuck with the every people that she didn't want me with!'

Harry continued to look through the trunk, once he got his emotions under control, and found the envelope addressed to Dumbledore. Harry set it aside and continued to look through the trunk.

There were robes inside the trunk, and all sorts of books. Harry pulled one book out and grinned as he looked at it. "Just what I need to improve my Occlumency." Harry said as he sat the book off to the side to look at later.

As he was digging through the trunk he found a black book with no title on it. When he opened it the pages appeared blank. Harry was about to close it when the pages started to fill with information. Harry read over the book and grinned, the book was a ledger that showed all the wealth that was possessed by the heir to the Potter estate.

"That old coot never told me about all of this!" Harry said as he looked at the ledger in disbelief.

There were lists of investments that the Potter's had invested, there are deeds for properties that are owned by the Potters. There are also deeds for businesses that the Potters owned, and now that meant that Harry owned them. There was also a list of all the vaults current held by the Potters and most of them Harry had no idea that he had.

"He lied to me about so many things, and why? Because he thinks it is in my best interest. Well what is in my best interest is to do things my way not his, and when I go to Gringotts I am going to see about these vaults."

It was true, Harry only knew about one of the five vaults that he was heir to, not counting if Sirius left him anything. Also, Harry didn't even know that his parents had a muggle account in London as well. Harry was a lot richer than he was ever believed to be, and for some reason his "guardian". Albus Dumbledore, failed to mention all of this to him.

Harry was numb when he returned to his room later that night, after effectively bringing his mother's trunk up to his room without being caught by any of his relatives. He collapsed onto his bed and was fast asleep.

Harry found himself looking down at a battlefield; violent storm clouds darkened the sky above. The thunder and lightning created by the storm had an unnatural feel to it. As Harry looked down, he saw a group of people dressed in black robes with silver masks, who he knows are Death Eaters. He also spotted members of the Order fighting in the battle along with Aurors from the Ministry. What confused Harry was, who were the people dressed in the red robes with black Phoenixes on them.

As Harry watched the battle rage on below him, he heard the voice of the woman that had appeared in one of his dreams the night before, though he could not see her.

"You must foresee the warnings that I have for you, so that this does not come to pass. You can not allow Lord Re…"

Before the lady can finish her warning another voice booms out of nowhere, this time it is a strong masculine voice. "Silence! You can't be telling him that!"

"He has a right to know!" Said the lady in her defense.

"He will know when the time is right! You are breaking the laws of our order by telling him anything. You are to observe what happens and not interfere!" The male voice said in a stern tone.

"How can we allow this to happen, how can we allow "him" to come to power!" The lady said in hurtful and morning tone.

"We have no choice, we must let everything happen as it is meant to. You may have already messed things up by showing him as much as you did. Now break the link before "he" finds out about it!" The male said ordering the woman to do it. "No! You stupid broad he knows!"

"How can he know?" The woman asked in a scared tone.

"He is able to know a lot of things and now you might have just made things a lot worse by interfering now get out of Harry's mind!" The man said as the connection was broken.

Harry sat straight up in his bed after having one of the strangest dreams to date. He was covered in sweat as he looked down at his shaking hands. "What is happening to me?"