Ch 4

Harry sat in his room thinking. Dumbledore would now be more cautious around him. He had to regain Dumbledore's trust, but how? Suddenly Harry stood up. He quickly changed into his deatheaters robe and apperated. He approached Voldemort and bowed low. "I am sorry to bother you my lord, but I have to ask you a question. But first I must tell you that Dumbledore has suspicions about me."

Voldemort stared at Harry. "Suspicions? Are you not careful?"

"I am my lord but Dumbledore brought back one of my victims. She recognized me and started yelling at me in the middle of an Order meeting."

"What do you need to ask of me?"

"I need to regain Dumbledore's trust. I want to give Dumbledore a piece of information that he doesn't already know, but won't cause us too much, if any trouble."

"What were you thinking of?"

Harry steeped forward and whispered in Voldemort's ear. Harry then pulled back and waited for the Dark Lord to think about it. Finally Voldemort nodded. "You have my permission to tell him."

Harry bowed. "Thank you my lord."

Harry then turned and walked out of the room and apperated back to Order HQ.

Harry removed his Deatheater's robes and walked quickly down to the kitchen. He burst into the kitchen. The adults immediately stopped talking. Harry skidded to a stop. Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What is it Harry?"

"I was taking a nap when I dreamt of Voldemort. He was talking to the Silver Serpent. I heard some of what was said."

This immediately caught the adult's attention.

Some looked excited. "What was said Harry?"

Harry took a deep breath. "All I heard before I woke up was that…" Harry took a breath and inwardly smirked at the expressions of the Order. "…the Silver Serpent is Voldemort's son."

After he said that there were many startled exclamations. Snape was there and spoke up. "I thought it was just a rumor."

Harry shook his head. "No, he is really Voldemort's son."

Snape looked puzzled. "He looks nothing like the Dark Lord."

Harry shrugged, "Maybe he is adopted." 'Perfectly true.'

Dumbledore spoke, "Thank you Harry for telling us."

"Your welcome Headmaster, but if you don't mind me asking, I have been wondering. How did you bring back the people who were killed by avada kedavra?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry as if deciding if Harry could be told. He finally nodded. "Alright. Using a spell we created we transfer the souls from the Realm of Shadows and put them into dirt bodies. When the souls are put into the dirt bodies they become real."

Harry nodded, but then asked, "What is the Realm of Shadows?"

"When someone is killed by the Killing Curse, their soul is transported into the Realm of Shadows and they are trapped there. They cannot go anywhere else."

"I see."

The next day-

Harry groaned and sat up. He was sluggish feeling. He had to feed. He quietly slipped out of his room and out of the house. He then apperated to London. He pulled a passerby into an alleyway and drank his fill. He let the body fall to the ground and he apperated back to Order HQ. He walked into the backyard and sat underneath a willow tree. He closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings. Sometime later he felt someone sit down beside him. He opened his eyes and turned to look into the face of Ginny. "Hello Ginny."

"Hello, Xavier."