-DECIET-

"Harry it is a bit late to wander alone in the Corridors on your first night in Hogwarts. What gives you a bother?" Harry was afraid at first to bring up his past, he did not know if he wanted to know what had occured in his past. He felt apprehensive from the entire situation; Harry became reluctant on what was going on around him.

"Harry? Do not zone off now, or I will send you on your way back. Now please tell me, is everything okay?"

"No Professor, I uhh-"He stuttered and wanted his words to come out correctly "-What is my parents legacy? I honestly was not told anything and I feel like a complete fool now. Everyone around me expects some sort of greatness, but why? Who am I?"

"I do not think I am the right person to tell you Harry". Harry fell into frustration.

"Then who is? Because obviously my dead parents will not be able to wake up from the dead and give me a description of what happened to them? Please just tell me". Professor McGonagall let out a sigh and finally resumed to Harry with what he wanted to hear.

"Your parents fought an evil sorcerer who in the end murdered them, while you survived the unforgivable curse. They were supreme when they were in this school because your father was a memorable athlete, while your mother was very gifted and bright muggle".

"What is a muggle? And who is this sorcerer? Why did they die? Why was I in this whole entire dilemma?" Harry asked as many questions as possible, he needed to know what had he undergone from his past; he did not want to go any further to not to know the truth because it was the only thing eating him alive.

"Harry I know you are curious about many things. I can only answer a few questions, a muggle is non-magic folk, and you were only a child when they had passed on. I am sorry I had to break this to you". Harry wanted to shake the rest of the answers from her, but he knew it was his time to just absorb everything he knew, he wanted to find this "sorcerer" and confront him.

"Thank you Professor McGonagall from your time, it truly means a lot". He lied.

"Harry, you will unravel the secrets from your past more sooner than later. I know this hurts, but your time will come, I know it". She outstretched her arm to put a delicate hand on his back and give a slight rub. Harry closed his eyes for a minute knowing she only meant well. He gave her a smile and nodded in agreement.

"I will be off then. Good Night". Harry disappeared from her office quicker than he knew. Once he was finally from the clear, he ran into the hallways, and scurried up the rotating and revolving staircases. Finally, he had made it into the Slytherin house he laid his body on his bed. Then, he changed into his pajamas quickly to make his way towards the bathroom. He took his wand with him, for he had almost forgotten about it.

He sat by the sink and peered through the gated window. He had decided to focus on a random object, to see if all this magic they spoke of was real, he swiveled his wand on a soap bar, and it exploded. His anger was searing through him quick and powerfully once that happened.

He was tired of being lied to and everyone only looking out for his "best interests". He swiveled the wand a couple of more times on other miscellaneous object until his boiling point had cooled down a bit.

A tear caressed his face for the longest, he looked at himself in the mirror, and he hated what he saw. A small powerless being, so lost, so hopeless, and so scared. He loathed his own sight, and tore his hand onto his scalp to pull as hard as he could. He slowly lifted his hand and fixed it into a fist and punched a tile adjacent to him.

At this point, he was talking to himself. He was reminding himself of all the chores he did like a servant, even though his parents were highly known people. He could not believe how they left him to fend for himself, and be instituted in a home with no love, no care, and a wretched small place of shelter. He remembered all the times he cooped himself in his cupboard, trying to understand what he ever did wrong in his life to deserve such pain. He kept a portion of his wrath towards his parents, but a larger part on this wizard who killed them. He could have had a life if they were alive, he could have been taught into a magical world from the beginning, and he did not have to go around questioning where he came from.

He wanted this wizard dead. Harry changed that night. He wanted to stop this sweet and nice routine people know him as. He will show how well he will live up to his parents expectations by avenging them. But Harry turned away from being positive, he was thinking negatively of anything, he no longer gave a care who tried to intimidate him. No one will ever tear him down and he will never stop fighting for what matters to him. Harry never was the same polite boy later from that moment on…

It heated up a bit in this chapter; I kept it short and sweet. I must say the anger and wrath Harry shows becomes more vicious as the story goes on. Keep checking for the next update on the next chapter…POWER!