Disclaimer: I in no way own or have a copyright for any of the characters or prior plots. Characters are owned by J.K. Rowling. I am merely a worker bee, mooching off of the Queen Bee.

Warnings: Spoilers for everything up to Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix. Alternate Universe from there. This story contains slash and violence. Read at your own risk.

The Dumbledores

"speaking"

'thinking'

telepathy

Chapter Three: Startling Revelations PT.II

Privet Drive #4

Harry looked at the picture of Sirius for the umpteenth time, he reveled in his grief. His magic mirrored his depressive state, green tentacles swirled about him gently as if trying to comfort him. "Bellatrix and Voldemort will pay, I will make them pay for killing the ones I love!" He whispered in the dark. He threw a ball of magic at his closet and it shattered, most of the anger drained from his body, and he whispered "reparo" and his closet knit itself back together.

Harry Potter vowed to himself that he would no longer play the stupid little innocent naïve Gryffindor golden boy. This year he would show his true colors. All the years he spent studying and practicing would finally be able to come out in the open. Hermione would be surprised that she finally had someone competing with her for top marks in every class. The days of the Golden Boy of Gryffindor were gone. Now came the day of the real Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry felt the wards on the house go down which meant that his aunt was dead, he would grieve later, but now he needed to act. He gathered all of his school materials from the loose floorboards, and prepared to retrieve his trunk from under the stairs. He whispered to Hedwig to find somewhere safe to go, and he watched her fly out the window. He stealthily slipped out the door, crouched low, and cast a disillusionment charm on himself. He looked around for any traces of magical residue on the top landing. Finding none he slowly proceeded down the stairs carefully avoiding the weak ones. He looked around the corner, and seen a deatheater standing over the bodies of the Dursleys. Harry could see the residue of the killing curse. Filled with grief, Harry waved his hand furiously towards the deatheater, and a stunning spell knocked the deatheater off his feet and sent him flying against a wall with a sickening crunch.

"Potter!" Sneered a familiar voice.

"Avery." Harry rasped out, as he slowly turned around.

"Where's your wand, did you drop it draining your magical energy on that last spell?" Jeered Avery.

"You know nothing of what I am capable of, deatheater scum." Harry said calmly.

"I will take you to my master and he will give me the power I deserve. My master said I couldn't kill you, that pleasure is left only to the Glorious one. He said nothing of torture!" yelled Avery. "Crucio" Avery cursed.

Harry watched the curse come towards him, half its normal speed before crying out "protego". The curse bounced harmlessly off the vibrant green shield Harry produced.

Avery astoundedly watched his cruciatus curse blocked by a 15 year old wizard with nothing but a fifth year shield charm. "Impedimenta stupefy", he grated out.

Harry waved his hand and the spells dissipated, he waved his other hand and Avery was bound on his back facing up. "Veritas, tell me why Voldemort sent you to kill my family."

"Because the Dark Lord wants you to slowly break from the loss of everything and everyone you hold dear." Answered Avery. Harry cursed softly under his breath. "How are you so powerful, you should not have been able to block my curse with just a shield charm?" Asked Avery.

"I'm not the average wizard, never was, never will be." Harry answered honestly. "It shouldn't be important to you though, you won't remember a thing." Harry stunned Avery, and as Harry incanted "obliviate", Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows, with Harry's trunk. "Professor Dumbledore!", gasped Harry. 'How did he get in here without me knowing?' he thought.

"We all have our secrets, Harry.", said Dumbledore, eyes downcast.

"Hmm…some just have more than others." Replied Harry coldly. Dumbledore put the portkey forth and Harry grabbed it. They vanished immediately.

Grimmuald Place

They appeared in the entrance chamber of Grimmuald Place. The portrait of Sirius's mother immediately started ranting. "FILTHY HALFBLOODS! CREATURES! INFESTING MY HOUSE WITH THEIR DISEASE, WHERE'S MY BASTARD SON, THE BLOOD TRAITOR! YOUR FATHER WOULD BE ASHAMED, WHERE ARE YOU SIRIUS! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER, REGULUS! OH MY DEAR REGULUS! GET OUT! FILTHY, FILTHY CREATURES!".

Harry still reeling from the death of the Dursleys and not in the mood for her heinous insults, walked quickly down the hall, with Dumbledore closely behind him. He produced a ball of magic and prepared to incinerate her portrait, not paying any mind to the preservation charms he knew the portrait had. Harry also failed to notice that Dumbledore's eyes were like blue ice, and he also had produced a ball of magic.

"Say one more thing, about Sirius and I will burn you to a crisp, your protection spells will do nothing to stop me. You know nothing about Sirius and what he has done. If you were my family, I would have betrayed you too." Harry said through gritted teeth.

If portraits could quiver, the portrait of Sirius Black's mother would have. She shut her mouth and didn't open it again, afraid of what Potter and Dumbledore would do to her.

Both wizards distinguished their balls of magic and walked back to the antechamber of the Black mansion. Harry should have been surprised that Dumbledore wasn't surprised about his conjuring a ball of pure magic. He figured Dumbledore couldn't surprise him anymore.

"Harry no one will be arriving for another week or so, and we have the entire day to work out our differences." Dumbledore requested.

Harry walked into the dining room and sat down in the chair expecting Dumbledore to break the ice.

"Harry, I'm sorry that I kept so many secrets from you, but believe me they were for your o-" Dumbledore said. But Harry cut him off.

"Own good, I know Professor but-" Harry said. Only to be interrupted in turn by Dumbledore.

"Let me finish", Dumbledore said firmly. "It was wrong of me to keep so many secrets from you. Forgive an old man, but Harry you have to understand I didn't think you were ready…Wait, let me finish, after the maturity and courage you demonstrated today, I know that I committed a grave error. I misjudged you and I need to ask your forgiveness. Wait don't tell me yet, there are still some things, that need to be said." Dumbledore stated.

Harry nodded in understanding, and looked at Dumbledore with speculative eyes. He prepared himself as best he could for the news he was about to receive.

"When Giselle and I married, we were not expecting to have any children. It is almost impossible for two powerful highborne elves to birth a child-just a minute, it will all make sense in time. Giselle and I didn't have a child, we had fraternal twins. Two very powerful pureblood highborne elves; a boy older by three seconds, and a beautiful girl.

One night when I was out working late at the school, my home was attacked by a powerful dark highborne, and although my wife was powerful, more powerful than most, it wasn't enough. She hadn't fully recovered from birth. She died protecting the children. I came home just as the final blow was dealt. I don't remember much, but I do know that I killed the elf that killed my wife, and in a hazy moment I sent my son to be raised by the Snape family, I sent my daughter to a long line of squibs. Their names were Evans. I know that you can figure the rest out, Harry my son is Severus Snape, and his twin sister was..-"

"Lily Evans." Harry finished for him. Fuming on the inside, and calm on the outside, Harry asked, "When were you going to tell me? Why were you the one to deem it necessary when I found out that I had family, and that SNAPE is my uncle? Or that I am half elf? Why did you leave me with the Dursleys? Why couldn't you take care of me? "

"Forgive me Harry, I should have taken care of you, but I feared for your life, after losing my wife and daughter, I couldn't bear the thought of losing you or Gabriel. If you were with me, it increased the chances of your death. I made a grave mistake, can you ever forgive me?" And Albus wept.

After hours of screaming, and crying through angry despairing tears; Harry, exhausted, fell into his grandfather's arms. After Harry let go of Albus, he finally answered the question, Albus had posed earlier.

"Of course I can forgive you…I suspected but I couldn't prove it. Now I know for sure, it just didn't add up the fact that my mother was so powerful, but a muggle. It was hard to believe that a muggle could have so much power, enough power to rival the heir of Slytherin it didn't make sense. I was mad at you for keeping secrets from me. I needed to feel a part of the effort of defeating Voldemort, you prevented me from that. Its good to have family even it is a Snape". Harry replied.

"Well how about two?" Questioned Gabe.