Disclaimer: I'm afraid that my limited brain capacity would never allow me to produce such a wonderful concept as Harry Potter, nor would my finances allow me to buy him. Therefore, I regretfully state that I own neither Harry Potter, nor any other characters that you may recognize. I'm not even sure if I own the plot.
Note: I'm assuming that you already know the basic story of Harry Potter from books 1 through 5.
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Chapter Six: Telling the Truth
Day Two, Afternoon:
Voldemort summoned Harry the next afternoon. Entering the throne room, he braced himself and threw up the strongest Occlumency shields he could.
"Tell me, Harry, what is your opinion of the attack last night?"
"It would have been successful, Lord, if Dumbledore had not been forewarned. He claimed to have received information beforehand. I believe we have a spy in our midst," Harry replied carefully.
"Hmmm. I must investigate this matter. Go and rest, Harry."
"Yes, Lord." Relieved, he made a quick exit and hurried back to his rooms. He knew that Voldemort would be suspicious when he found out about his heir's reluctance to kill, but he could hardly hurt innocent people, no matter how much good he could do by spying. No, it would be best to flee before Voldemort got suspicious.
Accordingly, Harry packed, transformed into a phoenix, and vanished in a blaze of flame.
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Day Two, Afternoon:
"Sirius! Sirius Black, get over here!"
England's second best Auror joined one of his best friends, werewolf Remus Lupin, at the window. "What's up?"
"Harry Potter is standing outside!"
"WHAT!" Sirius yelped, peering out from behind the curtain. Sure enough, the most notorious of Voldemort's followers was surveying the street thoughtfully. As Sirius and Remus debated what to do, Harry strode up to the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Black family's ancestral home and headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and knocked.
'This cannot be happening,' Remus thought frantically. 'The Order's location is one of our most guarded secrets; it's even under Fidelius — did something happen to Albus? He's the Secret Keeper. Why is Harry alone? Why is he even knocking?'
Outside, the teen in question was getting impatient. Wearily, he whispered the password that Sirius had taught him a year ago and the door swung open. No sooner had he stepped into the house, than Sirius shot off a rapid series of spells. In actuality, Harry had plenty of time to block them, but he was too busy gaping at his godfather.
Remus frowned as he knelt by the unconscious boy. "Something's wrong, Padfoot. Did you see the way he looked at you? And he didn't even try to move or draw his wand."
"How did he find this place, anyway?" Sirius muttered. "Go call Lily, James, and Albus; I'll take him upstairs. Get some veritaserum too; we might need it."
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Day Two, Afternoon:
Harry awoke to see a wandtip touching his nose. A hand holding a vial of clear liquid came into view.
"Open your mouth." Automatically identifying the speaker as Remus, he obeyed without question. The potion tasted bitter, but not unpleasant. His mind began to feel strangely blank and detached. Vaguely, he saw a few people in the room, but could not identify them.
A man whom Harry supposed was Dumbledore started to question him.
"What is your name?"
"Harry James Potter."
"Who are your parents?"
"Lily and James Potter."
"When were you born?"
"July 31, 1980."
"Do you serve Voldemort?"
"No." Dumbledore was taken aback, but quickly continued.
"Have you ever served Voldemort?"
"Yes." After a moment's thought, the headmaster rephrased his query.
"Have you ever served Voldemort willingly?"
"No." Lily, who was watching closely, felt a faint surge of hope.
"Have you ever killed someone?"
Harry appeared to struggle with his answer before he finally said, "Yes."
Looking grave, Dumbledore asked, "Whom?"
"My parents, Cedric Diggory, and Sirius Black."
"How did you kill them?" Remus wondered, shooting a glance at his equally confused friends.
"Voldemort killed my parents because he wanted me. I told Cedric to take the Triwizard Cup with me, which led to Peter killing him, and Sirius followed me to the Department of Mysteries to rescue me from the Death Eaters, and fell behind the veil there."
"But have you ever dealt the killing stroke?" Dumbledore clarified.
"No."
Feeling utterly bewildered, Dumbledore pushed Harry's sleeve up. His arm had a few scars, but was otherwise unmarked.
"Have you ever used an Unforgivable Curse?" James almost dreaded the answer. He hoped, for Lily's sake, that Harry had been under a mind controlling spell or something of that sort.
"Yes." Harry's tone gained a little emotion, as the effects of the veritaserum began to wear off.
"Which ones and on whom?" Dumbledore wanted to know.
"I used the Cruciatus on Bellatrix Lestrange."
His answer was unexpected, to say the least. Sirius' eyes widened. "My cousin? She's a Death Eater. No question about that."
While everyone was trying to make sense of what Harry had said, the aforementioned teen had fully awoken and recovered from the truth serum. He was just as astonished as Sirius. "Padfoot? How…?"
James, Lily, Sirius, and Remus went deathly pale. "How do you know about the Marauders?" Lily whispered. Harry's gaze shifted to her and he gasped.
"Mum? I…I am in another world!" And he fainted.
