A/N: staring of into space Ha-ha, red butterflies….sees audience Um, hi. Let's just pretend you didn't see any of that. Here's the next chapter!! Hope you like it!! Disclaimer: Um, my names not JK Rowling, does that mean I don't own Harry Potter, it does, darn. In case anyone was wondering, Harry is in his seventh year at Hogwarts.
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"Talking"
'Parseltongue'
Thinking
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Harry's POV
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I paced the Gryffindor Common Room. I had known for a while that Dumbledore and most of the Order, including the Weasleys, had only been using me but to find out that I'm not actually a Potter, well, it's shocking news.
Severus had pulled me aside after Potions yesterday saying that he needed to speak with me. I had just been figuring he was going to take house points away and give me a detention for something insignificant that I had done during class that he didn't like. Instead he sat down on the edge of his desk and looked at me, hard.
"Um, sir?" I had finally asked, getting rather uncomfortable.
"Excuse me for my rudeness, Mr. Potter," the way he said my last name was different, almost like it didn't taste right in his mouth. "But I'm going to need a blood sample from you. There was a break-in last night and a few ingredients from my private stores were taken."
"I didn't take anything!" I yelled and shot up from my seat.
"Nonetheless, given your past," he sneered, "adventures, you are a key suspect." He pulled out his wand and looked expectantly at me. Since I knew that I hadn't done anything I held out my arm and winced slightly as he made a small cut. He sealed it up and held out the vial of the dark red liquid. "Thank you Mr. Potter. I will be assigning you a detention tomorrow, make no doubt of it."
I started to protest but the Potions professor went to his office and left me alone with three minutes to get up to Transfiguration. Skidding into the room two seconds before Professor McGonagall I took my seat between Hermione and Ron.
"What did Snape want mate?" He asked in a hushed whisper.
My blood started to boil and I just shook my head and mouthed that I'd tell him later before becoming immersed in the lesson.
That night I had told Ron that Snape had thought I snuck into his private stores. When he asked what he did to me I told him the truth, nothing.
It had been this morning that I awoken to Dobby standing over my bed. "Master Snape wants Harry Potter in the scary dungeons." The house-elf informed me.
When I got down there Snape had been in his office. "Ah, Mister Potter, come in. There is something that I wish to discuss with you."
"I know, you're giving me a detention." I sighed and turned around to leave again.
"No, something about your parents." I froze. "There's something you need to know about them but first I must tell you about Dumbledore and Voldemort."
"Y-you said his name." I was shocked. Snape had only ever referred to him as the Dark Lord.
"Yes, that's what you need to know. You see, Dumbledore was only ever jealous of his power. Usually a wizard only ever has Light magic, or Dark magic. However, there are a few powerful wizards and witches who are born with both and Tom Riddle was one of them. His wife was another." I opened my mouth to interrupt, shocked that Voldemort had a wife, but Snape held up a hand and I froze. "Usually when two of these few have children their children have both magics too.
"Dumbledore was nervous that with his wife and children by his side that Voldemort would convince everyone that Dark magic isn't evil, just different so he killed his wife, attempted to kill Voldemort, and took his twins away. Afterwards he made a fake prophecy that one of the fake Death Eaters who believed that Voldemort was all about purging Muggleborns from the wizarding world had overheard. Voldemort was convinced that you would be his downfall.
"Harry, you are Griffith. You have no idea how pleased Voldemort will be when I tell him that we've finally found you. "
"Wait, so you knew that Dumbledore had killed the Potters and you still didn't know that I was Voldemort's son?" It was so simple to figure out. "And do I have to be Griffith? Can't I still be Harry and Voldemort's son at the same time?"
"Well, it was more than that. You see, Lily and James had been leaning slightly away from Dumbledore. We had all figured that they had finally seen what he really was and were willing to join Voldemort." He paused and looked at me. "And I suppose we could still call you Harry, it is the name you grew up with for 16 and a half years."
I stood there in deep thought for a while. Maybe Voldemort really would want me when he found out. Maybe then I would actually have a family. Then a thought struck me. "So some people can only do Dark Magic?"
"No, anyone can do Dark Magic if they so desire but the spells would be weaker if said person has Light Magic. Being born with Light Magic only makes it your forte; it doesn't mean that that is all you can do."
On my walk back to the Gryffindor common room I spotted Hermione leaving the library with a large tome in her hands.
"Hey, Mione!" I caught up with her and she looked startled. She quickly shoved the book in her bag but I had already gotten a glimpse of the title. The Art of Dark Magic. I thought. What would Hermione be doing with that book? I figured it was for extra credit or the essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts we had been assigned a few days ago.
When we got back to the common room I watched her for a while and noticed that as she read she didn't take any notes or look like she was studying the text, just reading.
For the rest of the day I tried to drop subtle hints that I was leaving the Light side and hoped that she would catch on. I underlined certain words in the notes I slid to her during History of Magic, asked her questions that had double meanings.
Potions came and once again Snape pulled me aside after class. "I informed Voldemort of who you are last night and told him that we would meet him at the gates at midnight tonight. You'll be with me under the pretenses of a detention. Make sure that you have all the things that are important to you. Don't worry about packing too many clothes, we'll have Bellatrix take you out shopping sometime this week." He whispered in what seemed like one breath. "Go now; don't be late for your next class."
That night I left the common room, telling Ron that I had a detention with Snape. He just nodded and told me that he'd probably be asleep when I got back.
I met Snape in his office with my invisibility cloak in hand. "What's that?" He asked when he noticed it.
"How do you think I've been sneaking around at night without anyone noticing?" I asked as I wrapped it around my body. He chuckled and led me to the Entrance Hall.
"Voldemort shouldn't be here for another half hour so you might want to put that on." He motioned towards the cloak I held in my hands. I nodded and slipped it around my shoulders before covering my head.
An hour later I was in Voldemort's hidden manor with Hermione by my side. "I hadn't expected an extra guest," he explained as he led us down a hallway. "So this room may not be up to your expectations but you may do whatever you like with it."
"Thank you." Hermione said opening the door we had stopped in front of. Inside the walls were a pale beige and there were several tall bookcases. On the large bed a cream silk blanket was laid out and several neutral colored pillows rested against the headboard. "It's perfect." She said, running her hands across the bookshelves as she walked the perimeter of the room.
"If these books don't satisfy your tastes there is a library downstairs. If you would like I shall have Severus show you the way tomorrow." The brown haired girl nodded. "Get a good nights sleep, breakfast shall be served tomorrow," he checked the clock that sat on Hermione's beside table. "Well, today, at seven. If you do not wish to arise that early then you can call one of the house-elves to make you breakfast."
"Thank you so much for your hospitality." She said and I could have sworn I saw the man next to me smile at her for a split second.
"Not a problem, Miss Granger. Now Harry, let's get you situated in your room, shall we?" He nodded once at Hermione then led me further down the hallway.
My room had dark blue walls and on the bed there was a gold silk blanket with royal blue lines forming brooms and snitches. Against the headboard were pillows blue or gold in color. Along the walls there were a few bookcases and all the titles had something to do with Quidditch, Dark Magic, Potions, or Light Magic. There was a door across from my bed that I could tell led to my own bathroom and next to the door there was a desk complete with plenty parchment and an assortment of quills.
I walked as if in a daze and sat down on my bed, still taking in the fabulous room. "Do you like it?" My father asked from the doorway.
"It's wonderful, thank you." I replied.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." The door closed and I spread myself out on the large bed.
I couldn't believe this was for real. I actually had a family that cared for me, given it was only a father that had hated me until he found out who I was, but he cared about me now. I could see it in his eyes. As I drifted off to sleep I couldn't help but wonder who my mother was.
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A/n: Hope you liked it. Next chapter should be up soon!! I'm thinking of updating every Saturday and Tuesday…I don't know how long it will last, but I'm gonna try.
