Harry Potter

Secret's Revealed

By Morbid-Ice-Child

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.

Authors Note: All right people. My first fanfiction that is being posted onto this site and characters may be slightly OOC. Though, hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Warning: Yaoi content in later chapters. This does have a few lemons and limes in it, and if you do not like reading those, you can either skip over them when they're in the fic, or you can just stop reading right now.

Chapter one - Voldemort's... What!

A boy with unruly black hair sat on his bed, one leg pulled up to his chest while the other lay dangling over the edge as he stared critically through his glasses with deep emerald green eyes at the piece of paper in front of him. It was a list of chores to do while the Dursley's were out. A sigh escaped pale lush lips before he reached a hand down and grabbed up the piece of paper, before shifting in the bed and getting up, smoothing down his baggy pants and overly large grey shirt. He then walked out of the room that he was once in, and moved down the hall a few paces, before he wandered down the stairs, the piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand. He couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole, nor could he wait until he got to see Hermione Granger. The latter, he didn't even consider wanting to talk to the prat. He hadn't given him one letter all summer, and he was seemingly forgotten by the red-head. Though, Hermione wrote him almost every single day. She hadn't heard from Ron Weasley either, but didn't seem to care as much as Harry seemed to. It was getting on his nerves that his friend, someone who he thought was supposed to be one of his best mates, ditched him for god knows what. He didn't even think that something may have happened to him, as he had been getting daily reports from Hermione on the Daily Prophet, and there was nothing about any murders... Well, none that consisted Ron. There had been reports in the Prophet, however, that Death Eaters had been spotted taking out small villages, and killing anyone in their path if they refused to give in to the dark lord; Voldemort.

A shudder racked through the boys body as he unconsciously raised his right hand to lightly rub at his scar, it wasn't burning as much like it was in the fifth year, and he hadn't been having those dreams either. It was weird, they say that the dark lord was rising in power, then why didn't his scar start searing with pain like it did as soon as Voldemort was re-awakened and given a new body. A breath of air was puffed out from his lips as they parted, blowing small strands of his bangs out of his face. His hair had grown longer, and was at his chin now. He hadn't had the time to bother trying to cut or tame his hair, so he didn't bother with it.

Harry shifted his mind back to what he had to do, and glanced down at the list that was held within his hand, scanning the five or six things that he had to have done in the next three hours before the Dursley's arrived home. The first thing on the list was to weed the garden, second thing to do was the dishes, and the rest involved cleaning up the house, making sure not a speck of dirt was on any of the furniture, in the corners, or... Well, anywhere. Harry sighed for the third time that day, and wandered over to the door, getting his shoes on and walking out the front door. He made quick work of pulling the weeds out of the garden, and making sure that everything was in perfect order, before he trudged back into the house, taking off his shoes and moving into the kitchen to do the dishes, as well as wash his hands of the grimy soil that seemed to stick underneath his fingernails. His face screwed up in disgust as he continued washing his hands, watching as little bits of the soil was washed down the drain by the warm water. After having his hands clean, he moved into the living room and began to straighten the place up a bit. Vaccumning the floor, dusting the corners, and then moving to wash the small table that was set inbetween two pure white couches. Furrowing his eyebrows some, he wrinkled his nose at the smell of the windex that he quickly sprayed onto the surface of half of the table, wipping the dust and bits of dirt off of it with a paper towel, before moving to do the other side. His elbow bumped into a small pile of papers, that fell to the floor, scattered across the ground.

Harry sighed, cursing under his breath as he quickly washed the other side of the table, before beginning to gather up the papers that were scattered across the ground. Though, he paused for a moment as he saw a small red colored folder, with the words H.P. written on it. Harry let his curious side get the better of him and he picked the folder up, seeing that it said on the actual folder itself, "Harry Potter." Said boys face screwed up slightly in confusion, before he put the papers into a neat pile, and replaced them on the table, only taking the folder with him up to his room, as he was finally finished with his chores.

As he got into his room, Harry shut the door lightly behind him and sat on his bed, throwing the red folder in front of himself, before just staring at it for a moment. Would it be a good idea to open it? He was curious as to what it contained, and what it was exactly. Harry finally caved into his curiousity once again, and opened the folder, seeing a small pile of papers. He shifted through them slowly, gazing over each and everyone. He didn't find it to interesting and was about the close the folder when a piece of paper caught his eye. He pulled it out, and shut the folder before moving it beside him. The piece of paper itself was very think, and it looked almost like a certificate in a way. Scanning it further, Harry realized that it was a certificate, his birth certificate to be precise. Harry read through it, his eyes going comically wide:

Birth Mother: Lily Evans.

Child's real name: Talin Marvolo Riddle.

Child's adopted name: Harry James Potter.

Birth Father: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Adopted Father: James Potter.

Harry stopped reading, blinking as he continually read over the sheet of paper, before he frustratingly threw it on the ground. That couldn't be true. No, it was a lie! It had to be... He was Voldemort's son..? How could this be possible? This question continually ran through Harry's head, before he sneered. The only way that could've happened is if Voldemort had raped his mother. That must be it! He was going to kill Voldemort for this. He probably didn't even know that he had a son that bloody git!

Harry growled out in annoyance, throwing his pillow across the room before he turned to the side, knocking the papers on the ground that seemed to scatter across the hard wood floor, burrying his face into the mattress, muffling a light scream. He still couldn't believe it.. He was the son of the dark lord, of the one that tried to kill him... Of the one that he had to kill... And this time, he was going to do it his own way. He wanted revenge on his so-called father, and was going to kill him. He was tired of acting like a pawn, and he would do this on his own. He wasn't planning on following anymore of Dumbledore's rules, and he was going to do this himself. He wanted to cause Voldemort as much pain as he had obviously caused his mother... He wanted him to suffer for killing his parents...

Harry was knocked from his thoughts at a soft tapping sound on the window. His eyes glanced over at it, seeing Hedwing flying there steadily, gazing at him through her golden eyes, wanting to be let in. He let his thoughts of how to torture Voldemort in the most painful way possible flow from his mind for now as he went to let Hedwig in. She held up her leg, and Harry untied the piece of parchment that was attached, before un-rolling it and beginning to read what it said.

Dear Harry,

I really hope that you've had a good summer so far, and are we still on for meeting at the Leaky Cauldron? I'd like to be able to meet him tomorrow if it's possible, seeing as how it IS your birthday, and I want to make it a special occassion and don't forget that we're going to be shopping all day long! I can't wait! We can stay at the Leaky Cauldron until it's time to leave for Hogwarts again. Also, I heard from Luna that Dumbledore is planning on resorting everyone, which in my opinion, is the best idea that old git has had since I've met him. Hopefully this year will be more interesting then the last ones, and I still haven't heard from Ron. Though, I don't suppose I care anymore. He's probably gone off and found some other people to hang out with. He didn't even have the decency to write to either of us all summer. Some friend he is. Well, anyways, I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at 12:00PM sharp! Don't be late!

Love always,

Hermione Granger.

Harry chuckled, his mood seeming to have brightened slightly by this small letter. Yes, it was true. Hermione had a dark side to her. Imagine that. During the summer Hermione and Harry had been getting along great, and were now sort of like siblings. Hermione had told Harry about how she really wanted to act, how she wanted to reveal her true personality, and Harry had felt about the same. They decided together that they would go for new clothes that matched there real personalitys, and get a few other things as well. He had to admit, he was excited about it. He couldn't wait to show those prats how the 'golden boy' really was. They were in for the shock of their lives.

That night when Harry was positive that his aunt, uncle and cousin were all asleep, he slipped out of his room, after shrinking his chest that he had piled a few beglongings in, as well as his potion books, and other things that he would need for this year. He had his black cloak on, and his wand was in his left pocket. He silently made his way down the stairs, having already sent Hedwig off to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron, before he went down the street a little, and held out his wand, almost falling on his arse when the large purple colored knight bus pulled up in front of him. After blinking out of his shock, he got up onto the train, and made his way to the back. Though, he didn't make it very far because the bus zipped off once again, Harry's hand only just catching onto one of the silver poles that were attached from a bed to a ceiling, so that he didn't fall flat on his ass and go tumbling down the alleyway.

"Now, where are you headed?" The driver asked, (Don't remember his name) and Harry glanced at him while he sat on the bed handing a new man some money to pay for the ride.

"The Leaky Cauldron." Harry muttered lightly toward the driver, his eyes scanning the bus. After making two or three stops, they arrived in London, in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry nodded his thanks toward the driver and made his way out of the bus and toward the entrance of the leaky cauldron, before walking inside. The place looked the same, and no one paid him any mind as he wandered over to a table and took a seat, getting a butterbeer. He gulped it down slowly, eyes scanning around for Hermione.

Harry's green eyes stopped as they caught site of Hermione, his hand raising as he waved her over lightly. She walked over, and before Harry could protest, yanked him up from the chair and dragged him out the door, and into a small closet like door. Harry blinked as Hermione tapped her wand a few of the bricks, and they began shifting before finally opening up completely. Hermione didn't wait a second more as she dragged Harry down the small street, stopping once reaching Gringotts.

Harry huffed slightly and grabbed his arm back from Hermione, "I really wish you'd stop doing that, Hermione."

Hermione tilted her head and gazed toward Harry with her brown eyes, her long brown, once bushy hair, now being completely straightened. The curls were taken out of her hair completely and she grinned, "Aw. C'mon Harry! I want to hurry up and get some money and then go shopping!"

Harry blinked, before merely shrugging and following after Hermione into the bank. Harry had gotten a few thousand dollars from his vault, as when Sirius died, all of his money was left to Harry. He intended to take full advantage of it too.

Sorry if there are any spelling errors. I didn't have time to check this chapter over. I'll try making my chapters a bit longer from now on, but it's rather hard to write loonnnggg chapters. So, I'll do my best!

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