Chapter One: Revelations

It was nearing midnight and in Little Whinging, Surrey, everyone was sleeping or so it seemed. In Number Four Privet Drive, there was one boy that was tall yet very thin with messy jet black hair, emerald green eyes, and most special, a lightning bolt shaped scar. This scar was not any ordinary scar. As a matter of fact, neither was the boy. The boy was a wizard. When Harry Potter was only a year old, the most powerful dark wizard attempted to kill him because of a prophacy but had failed. It turns out that his parent's friend Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail as he was called at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been working for Lord Voldemort. Sirius Black, who was James and Lily Potter's friend was blamed and eventually broke out of the wizarding prison of Azkaban until he was stunned by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange and fell through a veil in the Department of Mysterys. Only a few weeks ago, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore was murdered. Murdered by a man that Harry hated but Dumbledore trusted. Harry sat there thinking about this all week until he drifted into sleep.

Harry was standing in a tower next to Dumbledore. He looked up and saw Draco Malfoy point his wand at Dumbledore but he wasn't able to do it. He then looks at the ground and notices he cannot see himself. Harry turns his head towards the door and who came in? None other than Severus Snape.

'We've got a problem, Snape,' said Amycus, pointing his wand at Dumbledore, 'the boy doesn't seem able -'

Amycus was interupted by a weak and pleading voice. One from a weakened Dumbledore.

'Severus ...'

'Professor no! He's going to kill you!' Harry shouted at the dream Dumbledore but no one heard him.

'Severus ... Please ...'

In a slow motion, Snape moved his wand up to Dumbledore's chest. Harry lunged in front of Dumbledore, shielding him but Snape still did it.

'Avada Kedavra!'

Harry yelled and then the room changed. He was looking down at a tired Snape and Malfoy. They didn't look well.

'Severus, I would like to congratulate you on your great work. Doing what this one here couldn't achieve. But it was Draco's mission, and not yours.' Harry said as he raised his right arm up, pointing at Snape, 'Crucio!'

Snape screamed in pain and then Harry turned his attention to Draco. Harry could feel a smile go over his face as Draco looked at him. He gestured to Malfoy and he stood up and walked to Harry. Harry pulled up the sleeve of Draco's robe and pressed on the tatoo of a skull with a snake going through it. It turned jet black and Malfoy yelled in pain. Malfoy went back onto his knee next to Snape and Harry began so speak.

'As for you young Malfoy, you brought the Death Eaters into the castle and I already awarded you. Your father has been released from Azkaban, because of your work.'

Suddenly, many people in black robes appeared around them all. Harry looked up and noticed that only the dead were missing and none remained in Azkaban.

'What a glorious day this is. All of the living Death Eaters are present. Lucius, Narcissa remove your masks and take a look at your brave son. The one who restored the Malfoy honor,' Harry said slowly. Draco looked at his father who was smiling and then at his mother who was paler than ever. Harry looked back at Malfoy and raised his wand, smiling, 'Avada Kedavra!'

The youngest Malfoy fell to the ground, eyes wide open in fear. Narcissa screamed and Lucius just smiled. Harry then woke up with a sharp pain coming from his scar. At the same time, Harry heard a vacuum cleaner in the house, cleaning the halls. Harry sat up and walked towards his door when a pecking noise was heard on the window. Turning around he saw a brown owl that was fairly large in size. Tied to it's left talon was a newspaper, and on its right was a pouch. Harry took the newspaper and dropped a knut into the pouch. Harry unrolled the newspaper to learn what Voldemort was up to.

'Breakout From Azkaban ... Again'

Lucius Malfoy, imprisoned in the wizarding prison Azkaban nearly a year and a half ago was the last remaining death eater. It seems You-Know-Who didn't free him because of some miscalculation of Malfoys. He is now out of the prison and is no where to be found. Probally united with his family, who are also hiding. Draco Malfoy, a name mentioned quite alot in the last few weeks along with Severus Snape, ex-Potions Master and Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher were responsible with Albus Dumbledore's death. If you see anyone of the Malfoys or Severus Snape, report them to the Minister of Magic right away.

Under the writing was two pictures. One of the Malfoy family and another of Snape. In the pictures, Narcissa Malfoy didn't look as tired as she did in the dream of Harrys. Snape looked the same as always, that greasy haired git. Harry sat up putting the newspaper down. That was all he needed to know. His dream was true. Harry smirked as he walked downstairs. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he heard his Uncle Vernon, a man who was rather big and had not much neck, watching the morning news. Harry entered the kitchen where he saw his Aunt Petunia, a skinny but yet fairly tall woman looking through the curtains over to her neighbours at Number Six and Eight across the road. Sitting at the table was his cousin, Dudley. Dudley was blond haired and was big like his father, but was beginning to get smaller. Three years ago the whole family was forced to go on a diet. Petunia cut some fruit and carried it over to Dudley and then Harry went to make some toast for himself.

Petunia glared at Harry and then shoved some fruit at him, 'You cannot have that! Take this fruit and then go and do something!'

Harry ate the small amount of fruit that he got and then he went to watch the news or at least try. Harry entered the room and his uncle glared at him, 'What are you doing? Trying to learn what us normal folk are doing while you are in that -' Uncle Vernon began, 'that freak school of yours?'

'No, I just came because I got nothing else to do. I cannot leave the house until my birthday because I don't want to be killed, not yet anyways.'

As Harry was about to sit down, a small owl that could be mistaken for a snitch flew into the room, chirping wildly. Harry grabbed it before his uncle would notice and ran to his room. Closing the door, Harry undid the letter tied from its leg. Harry knew as soon as the bird entered the room that it was from his best friend, Ron Weasley.

Dear Harry,

We were all wondering if you would like to stay with us for the rest of summer holiday after your birthday, you know to keep the promise you made to Professor Dumbledore. I also heard from my mom that Hogwarts will be opened. Letters come at the end of the month. Write back after your birthday, or before it! By the way, after your birthday we should do the Apparation test.

Awaiting your reply,

Ron.

Harry put the letter down and then went to lay down. He fell asleep once again and began having another dream. Harry looked down at Severus Snape and a few of his followers. 'What was it you wanted to tell me?' Harry spoke in a deep voice that wasn't his own.

'I wasn't here to tell you something my lord, only to ask a simple favour.' Snape began, looking at Harry. He nodded and Snape continued, 'I was wanting to know if I could use some of the lower death eaters to help me with something that I have been thinking about. It involves a phoenix...' He said with a smirk. Harry nodded and then woke up. These dreams happened for weeks until finally one day, Harry woke up and looked over at his clock. It was quarter to midnight and then he would be of legal age. Harry sat up and looked around his room. Books of his were scattered around the room and Harry began to pick them up. He then realised, why not wait fifteen minutes and use magic to do it? Fifteen minutes passed and Harry looked at the clock. He was seventeen years old and now could use magic. He placed all the books on his bed and cast a Reducio Spell, shrinking the books and placing them in his trunk. He then took all the things he figured he would need and the last thing he did in his room was take out a piece of parchment and wrote a note.

Dear Family,

By the time you wake up I will be gone. Feel free to do whatever you please to Dudley's second room. As for me, you may never see me again and I don't know if this is good or bad. I just want to say thanks for giving me a place to stay.

Farewell,

Harry Potter

Harry dropped the note out on the kitchen table and walked outside. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and looked at his trunk. He aimed his wand at it but then he heard a voice.

'Fifty points from Griffindor, Potter.'

Harry turned around and Severus Snape was standing there in Death Eater robes. He began to laugh and Harry started to boil.

'You killed him! And then you brought Malfoy to Voldemort and he was killed!' Harry shouted.

'I didn't know that was in the Daily Prophet. We must have a spy with us then? Or did you see it in a dream Potter? It makes you feel important doesn't it? Makes you feel big, just like your father felt when he would attack me!' Snape said with a cold look on his face, 'I should kill you right now, but what fun would that be for the dark lord?'

Snape doesnt notice as he is placed in the leg locker curse by Harry. 'Accio Wand!' Harry shouted as Snape's wand came flying to him. Somehow Snape manages to get up and looks at Harry.

'Attacking an old man off guard? How unfair.' Snape said with a smirk, 'Accio Wand!

'Look what you did! You killed someone who was weakened and asking for help! You are worse than me! I am going to laugh when you are killed!' Harry shouted as people began looking out of the window. Vernon Dursley looked down seeing a man in a cloak laughing as someone yelled, 'Sectumsempra!'

Snape began to move around like invisible swords were coming at him. That was because, there was. Suddenly a piercing scream was heard as a cut hit his chest, Harry moved closer, more cuts happening. Snape fell to the ground as the cutting stopped, but he continued to bleed. Harry pointed his wand at Snape's throat and smiled evily.

'Avada Kedav-'

Harry's wand flew from his hand onto the other side of the road as Mad-Eye Moody stood there wand raised. He had done a wordless disarming spell. Harry ran for his wand and by the time he picked it up, a popping sound was heard and Snape was gone. 'What was that for! I almost had him!'

'You almost made yourself go as low as he did. You were about to do the killing curse to him! Come on. We have to get you to headquarters.' Moody said as he looked at Harry.