What to do?
by BEWD Sorcerer
Disclaimer: Not mine! If Harry Potter were mine, then first off it'd be a yaoi, second it would also be available in manga and anime form.
AN: blink Wow. I did not expect that. So far I have five reviews. FIVE! That's more than any of my others have gotten and so quickly, too! T.T This makes me so happy! ahem I'm going to warn you now, though. My mother is a bitch, a devout Christian bitch. She does not approve of yaoi, at all, neither does my dad. Lucky me, she doesn't know I have a account. I have to be really careful. Most of my updates should be on the weekends and I'm also working on another fic that requires much more thought as I have to outwit Mrs.. Rowling and that is not easy. I have to weave that story so that not much changes from the books. Hopefully I can do it. 3 Point out any mistakes I make. I don't mind constructive criticism. Any flames will be used to roast marshmallows for my sugar addiction which in turn feeds my ideas for Tom/Harry lemony goodness. XD
He doesn't know what to believe. That's understandable. Even the mere fact that he might believe me is more than I can ask for right now. Sure, I've been a complete bastard to him even though I've explained things, but that doesn't explain why he'd be almost willing to believe me. Surely the truth speaks for itself, but telling him the truth without him having to wheedle it out of the person must be astounding.
Everyone else he's known and trusted for his entire time they've known each other refuses to tell him anything important, then out of the blue his sworn enemy tells him every last thing he's wondered since he was old enough to question. Those muggles refused to answer any questions; it was a rule: don't ask questions. And yet here he is sixteen years into his life of living with most of his burning questions finally answered by someone he'd probably thought to never even have a decent conversation with.
I've answered all the questions that Dumbledore evaded, all the questions he outright refused to answer until Harry was older. But he is older and now he knows why the old goat wouldn't tell him.
He was set up. Every last detail of his life was set that he would live, become a Gryffindor, learn to hate me, obsess over killing me, and then end up killing me. There was only one uncontrolled variable: me; I was one variable too many. I figured it out and with a little ritual here and a few spells there, then I peeked a little, not that Harry complained. I'm thinking that he realized I was seeing from his eyes and he let me. Now Harry's willing to at least listen to my side of the story and help him cut the puppet master's strings.
He would have made such a lovely Slytherin.
Damn Weasleys.
They were put out on the lookout for him. Molly was all too happy to integrate him into her family. She's wanted to be a mother since she realised that she could bear children and have the little monsters around through herself. Arthur is fascinated by muggles. Why not ask someone who grew up with them? Neither Bill nor Charlie could ever really relate except on a few subjects, but they're not around enough to make a difference.
Percy figured it out and left. He couldn't tell Harry; he wouldn't believe him. Fred and George realized, but it was too late. Harry'd think them mental if they tried to discredit Dumbledore or their family; they'd be put on the same list as Percy and it'd make no difference. Ginny was too young at first and Dumbles had to ensure Harry'd be in Gryffindor at the very beginning.
Ron was the perfect weasel, to use a Dracoism. He was the perfect, little, poor boy like Harry thought he'd been until he went to Gringotts; Harry immediately linked himself to the little rodent because of that tiny similarity. Imagine if I had been on the train; we would have been practically twins... except I was born too early or he too late. That puts a whole new spin on things. What could have happened if we had gone to Hogwarts at the same time? But that is irrelevant now.
Draco screwed it up. If only he had realized that Harry had felt a kinship with that pitiful redhead, then he could have acted a bit more humble, maybe not insulted how poor and worthless the little blood traitor was, emphasizing how well-off he was and acting like Harry's cousin just a tad too much. If only.
That would have been such a lovely sight to witness: Dumbledore's little Golden Boy sorted into Slytherin. The shock, the horror, how it would have been so lovely to see that old, wrinkled face slack in utter astonishment. The Chosen One a snake, the defeater of the Dark Lord a Slytherin just as said madman had been, the Boy-Who-Lived-Only-To-Become-What-He-Had-Saved-The-Wizarding-World-From; oh, what a joy.
'If Only' is sadly one of the games that keep me relatively calm these days. Maybe when Harry comes for that chat we can exchange views on how different Harry Potter would have been if only...
But now it's time I shake myself from these oh so interesting thoughts to write that letter to bring the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Betray to me.
AN: Sorry, couldn't get it much longer than that. That's actually me rambling on. Sorry. Voldemort's having a bit of a Golem moment. Ha ha! That would be interesting. A fic written like Tom is to Voldemort as Smeagol is to Golem... that's kinda creepy. If anyone has seen anything like that or would write something along those lines, I'd love to read it.