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Summary: Harry discovers secrets long kept hidden. What will he do when the truth is finally revealed? Contains Dark!Harry, Good!Slytherins, and RonHermione bashing. HPDM rated for later chapters.

A/N: This chapter is still technically part of Harry's flashback. It takes place in the beginning of the summer.

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Chapter 2

Finding Answers

Harry dropped onto the floor. He looked around (his glasses had stayed on this time thankfully), and saw that the portkey had brought him to a kind of reception room. Everywhere he looked he could see more displays of wealth. Gold filigree decorated the walls, priceless sculptures stood in the corners, and all kinds of art was there. Every time Harry thought he had seen everything, another small detail would pop out at him. This room was obviously meant to impress visitors.

Just then, Harry was startled out of his wonderings by a loud pop behind him. He quickly spun around, wand in hand, to confront whoever it was.

"Mr. Harry Potter sir," came the squeaky voice of a house elf, "Dippy is to be bringing you to Master Draco."

"Oh, alright. Should I just leave my things then?" Asked Harry.

"Oh, yes Mr. Harry Potter sir. We house elves be taking care of Mr. Harry Potter's things. Please be following Dippy now."

The house elf-Dippy-led Harry to a large set of double doors on the second floor. After knocking, the elf disappeared with another loud pop, and a voice came from beyond the doors.

"Come in Harry. I know you'll be wanting those answers I promised you." Came the familiar drawl of one Draco Malfoy.

Harry cautiously passed through the doors into one of the largest libraries he had ever seen. Unbidden, the thought of Hermione's reaction to the staggering amount of books tucked away in this room came into his mind. As soon as the thought entered however, he pushed it away angrily. 'She doesn't deserve to have me even consider her. She is nothing to me now.'

"Thinking of the mudblood, eh Harry?" asked Draco. "She'd probably faint if she saw all these books, not that she'd ever be allowed in the wards of course. Only those with the purest of blood can enter Malfoy Manor."

"Wait, so then how can I be here?" asked Harry. "I'm a half-blood, right?"

"Actually no, and that's one of the things that we are going to clear up today. Your mother wasn't muggle born, she was adopted. Actually, it was all Bumblefuck's fault. He found out about the ancestry of your mother's parents and decided that it could never be known that they'd had a child together."

"Wait, slow down Draco. You're starting in the middle. This is a lot for me to take in as it is, so could you at least go in chronological order or something?"

"Oh, right, sorry. I just get so pissed off when I think about how he fucked with your life, so I kind of start rambling. Okay, I guess the best place to start would be with Merlin, Arthur, Morgan LeFay, and Mordred."

Story Time! (btw, this is all Draco speaking, I just didn't feel like bothering with all the separate quotation marks!)

Merlin was arguably the greatest wizard of all time. During his life, he passed on his magical knowledge to many, but always he dispersed it so that certain of his pupils knew certain things. He only taught the entirety of what he knew to three people; King Arthur, Morgan LeFay, and Mordred. For centuries the four were inseparable, but in time all things must end. The three "students" started to grow apart, each wanting to go their separate ways. Merlin was saddened by this, as he wanted to keep his special children together, and away from the influence of the world. In the end though, the separation was inevitable.

Arthur wanted to continue to go off on adventures, being gallant and noble and always rescuing those who needed help.

Morgan wanted nothing more than to study everything that she could, be it magic or no. Her hunger for knowledge was insatiable.

Mordred wanted power. He had plenty of magic, yes, but he also wanted power over the peoples of the world. He was bitter that the other three had once known power in the mortal realm, each in their own way, and yet he hadn't really.

Merlin just wanted everyone to be happy. However, he knew that if he allowed his special children to return to the mortal realm as they were, they would disturb the precious balance of power that everything is so dependent upon. So he retreated into himself for some time, meditating on the problem, until he finally came up with the answer. The four of them would bind their powers so that they would be weakened enough to be able to walk amongst mortals.

Arthur and Morgan agreed immediately, but Mordred didn't want to give up any kind of power he had. It took time and many threats from the others before he finally gave in. The four bound their powers and reentered the mortal plane, separating soon after. Never again would they meet, at least not as themselves.

By returning to the mortal plane of existence, the four became mortals themselves. Each eventually married and had children, and their children had children, and so on through time. Eventually, the lines of Merlin, Arthur, Morgan and Mordred became the lines of Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, respectively.

The four founders when they came together had no idea of their shared ancestry. It wasn't until Hogwarts was well established that Rowena Ravenclaw stumbled across four old family trees. Evidently, Merlin, as one of his last deeds, had created them to chronicle the lines of his family and those of his three favorite students.

The knowledge of what had driven their ancestors apart was part of why the founders themselves began to drift apart. No matter what history now says, it was not Slytherin against the other three. Each one had his or her own arguments about how the school should be run, and none of them were willing to compromise. The reason that Slytherin is depicted as the antagonist is because he became disgusted with his fellow founders and left. The others, seeing that they had driven one of their own away, became close again, vowing to find a way to bring Salazar back to the school.

The peace didn't last long however. It seemed that no matter how they tried, their blood just couldn't stand for them to be so close to each other all the time. So eventually, the remaining three went their separate ways as well. What they didn't know was that all of this had been seen by Merlin ages before. The blood of the four was too powerful to stay together for long. Merlin however had left an obscure prediction that promised to unite the blood of the four once more in such a way that they could never again be separated.

He had seen in the far distant future, a combining of the blood of the four into a single body, one who would be powerful enough within his mortal frame to house the full power of that blood, even that which had been bound.

Back to normal talk!

"This person that Merlin saw is you Harry," said Draco. "From your father's family you inherited the blood of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and from your mother you inherited the blood of Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Shit man, that's cool. So where does Bumblefuck fit into all of this? I mean, why should he care if I'm shit powerful? Doesn't really seem like it's any of his business."

"Well, evidently the old fart got his hands on some ancient prophesy that was about you becoming the ruler of the earth or some shite like that. He wanted to prevent the bloodlines from ever meeting, so he tattled on your grandparents and arranged for your mum to be taken in by muggles. Even handled the paperwork himself probably."

"Okay, well one, I don't want to rule the world, let's get that clear. Two, who were my mum's real parents? Three, how is it that you know all of this? And four, where does Voldemort come into all of this?"

"One important thing you should know first is that your parents were in Slytherin, not Gryffindor, as were your dad's friends. Bumblefuck didn't want you to know this, because he is a part of the 'Slytherin's are evil' mentality.

"Your mum's parents were Eileen Prince and Alphard Black. Sev was one of the first to figure that out, as your mum looked exactly like his mum except for the color of her hair and eyes. Even so, the connection was fairly obvious it seems. Once Snape figured it out, he told Lily about his suspicions. At first, she didn't want to believe him, but when she saw a picture of Sev's mum, she was curious. The two of them began looking into it, and they finally came upon a spell that could tell you the names of a person's parents.

"When they knew for sure that they were half-brother and sister, they went looking for the reason that Lily was given up for adoption. The first person they confronted was their mum. When she saw Lily, she knew right away who she was, and evidently they had quite the happy little reunion. Evidently, Eileen and Alphard had run away together and gotten married. By the time they returned, she was pregnant and their families were furious. Both had expressly gone against the will of their families, and were punished for it. Of course, their families wouldn't have known if it weren't for that old fool. Alphard was sent to live in seclusion, given only enough money for him to live out his days comfortably. Eileen was hidden while she was pregnant, and when Lily was born, she was immediately taken away. Eileen was married off to a muggle, and a spell was used to get her pregnant right away. Eileen explained that because of the spell, Sev was born two months early, and was also the reason for his unhealthy complexion.

"By this time, they were in their fifth year. Lily and Sev became quite close, as you may have expected, and the incident with the whomping willow came about because they hadn't told anyone the details of their relationship, and your dad was jealous. Black knew this and set up the whole scheme."

"Oh, so that did happen," said Harry. "I was beginning to wonder if anything I'd been told was true."

"Yeah that happened. The real reason it was hushed up though was because Bumblefuck didn't care what the Slytherins did to each other. As far as he is concerned, the fewer of us, the better. Also, he thought that this 'incident' would cement Lily's dislike of your dad, and they wouldn't ever get together. He knew about their ancestry after all, and he couldn't risk them getting together. However, he underestimated the Slytherin cunning. James and Lily had been together since their third year.

"Voldemort comes into play around their sixth year. By this time all their Slytherin friends knew about Lily's real heritage and what the old fart had done to her. Letting a pureblood think that they are a mudblood is one of the worst offences that anyone in Slytherin could ever wrap their mind around. Voldemort was beginning to recruit among his old house, and the group was among the first students to sign up. Your parents were loyal death eaters Harry. Voldemort isn't actually a bad guy though, so don't think of them as evil."

"But if they were death eaters, why did he kill them?" asked Harry.

"Well, he didn't. When your parents got married and had you, Bumblefuck started looking for ways to get rid of the three of you and implicate Voldemort in the process. The dark lord was a challenge to his power, and the old fool can't stand competition. So he used his influence to convince the gullible wizarding world that Voldemort was evil, and that he would torture and kill people for no reason. In actuality, the dark lord has only killed those who deserved it by breaking some law, and he never tortured anyone. All those 'victims' of his were actually tortured by Bumblefuck. That man is truly sick. He will do anything to stay in power, and he has most of the wizarding world behind him."

"Wow," said Harry. "I never thought I'd say this, but I kind of feel sorry for Voldemort. So what happened with my parents then?"

"Well, the old fart's plans were all in place, and so he lured the dark lord to your parent's home under the impression that you three were in danger. When he got there, they were fine, but then Bumblefuck ran in, and all hell broke loose. He killed your parents before Voldemort could react, and had reached your cradle. Voldemort tried to get him with the AK before he could kill you too, but Bumblefuck held you up at the last moment so the curse would his you instead."

"WHAT? THAT FUCKER KILLED MY PARENTS? I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

"Not yet Harry. The timing has to be right. Besides, don't you want to discredit him first? Or would you rather he died a hero?"

"Damn you and your bleeding logic. Fine. No death for him, for now. But it better be soon. Moving on though, do you know about Weasley and Granger? I'd really like to know how deep they are into this."

"Those two are right close to the old fool. He's been paying them vast sums of money over the years, from your accounts actually."

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, we didn't know about that until recently. He made sure that he was named the benefactor of your parent's estate when their will 'vanished.' You should have been given back control of the Potter family vault when you turned eleven, because you are the sole remaining heir. You are actually Lord Potter, and because of this, you've been of age since the time you were accepted to a magic school."

"So all this time, I could be doing magic outside school? What about in second year when I got that warning because Dobby used magic at the Dursley's?"

"That was the old fool again. He sensed magic at the house and used his connections to get the warning sent. He couldn't risk you learning about your lordship, as he would have been deprived of a fortune. You should go to Gringotts as soon as possible to make sure that his name is taken off of the account, and to find out just how much of your money he's spent. I know for a fact that he's been using some of your properties for his vacations, and using another's home without permission is a huge insult, especially for a family like yours."

"I'll kill him. I'm gonna kill that fucker. First he kills my parents, then he lies to me, and then he spends my money. When is the soonest that we can get to Diagon Alley?"

"How about tomorrow? That'll give you time to rest a bit, and um, well don't take this the wrong way, but you could use a shower."

"Yeah, I know. The Dursley's weren't fond of me using their 'precious water' so I only got a shower once a week. I'm sure I reek."

"Well, yes, but it would have been impolite to say so."

Harry laughed, for the first time in too long. "Couldn't have that, eh Draco? Oh, before I forget, what's with the new look? Don't get me wrong, I think it's hot, but I never took you for a piercing kind of guy."

"Yeah, well like you said, it's hot." Harry flushed and looked away. "Er, sorry about that Draco, I didn't mean it quite that…"

"Not to worry Potter, I know I'm hot. Besides I uh, well I appreciate the compliment coming from you."

'Holy shit, is he coming on to me? Because if he is this is like all my wet dreams come true,' thought Harry.

"But that can all wait. For now, let's just get you settled. Come with me."

The two went up the stairs to the third floor and Draco gestured to the right. "This is the west wing of this floor. This is where family and good friends stay." He walked down the hall explaining who slept where; who had permanent rooms, and who was shuffled around every time they came. They came at last to the last two doors, at the end of the hall. "The rooms facing the front of the manor are mine. Yours are the ones facing the back. Everything should be ready for you."

"Okay, and Draco? Thank you for everything. I mean it."

"It's not a problem Harry." Draco smiled and walked back down the hall.

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Harry had to pinch himself several times to remind himself that this wasn't a dream. He had walked into his rooms (there was more than one!) and almost fainted in shock. The first room was obviously a sitting room. It had a huge fireplace complete with its own container of Floo powder. In front of the fireplace were a large couch and two overstuffed armchairs, all black. In one corner there was an area that seemed private, although there was no separation between it and the rest of the room. This area held a large desk and chair, obviously meant for working. There were shelves everywhere, some with books on them already, some empty and waiting to be filled. The walls were done (surprisingly) in a deep red, and the rug was a warm brown and honey gold color. All of the shelves, the desk and chair, and the fireplace mantle were a rich mahogany color. All in all, the room was warm and inviting, a perfect place to relax.

Three doors led out of the room. On the right, a door led into the largest closet that Harry had ever seen. It was bigger than his dorm at Hogwarts, and that had five boys sleeping in it! His clothing fit into one tiny corner, and he could see just how it stood out amidst the opulence of his surroundings. He would definitely need to go shopping soon. He just hoped that Draco would help him, as he had no idea how to go about it.

The closet had another door in it, which Harry realized connected it to the bedroom. Harry supposed that this was so he wouldn't have to go into the sitting room every time he was going to get dressed. The bedroom was bigger than Harry had imagined. He had thought that it would be at most the same size as the sitting room, but it was actually bigger. There were windows everywhere to make the room brighter, but the heavy drapes made it easy to block out the light. The bed was huge, big enough for ten people to fit easily. It had black silk sheets and a black comforter with silver lining. The hangings around the bed were black velvet. The wall were done in a deep green that reminded Harry of a forest at night. There was another fireplace, with two very comfortable looking chairs in front of it. The chairs were the deep blue of the ocean, down where only the smallest amount of light could penetrate. The rug was a combination of every color in the room, black green and blue swirling around each other surrounding a silver shape in the middle. At first Harry thought that the shape was a stag, but he realized that it changed into a dragon when looked at differently.

Finally, Harry made his way into the bathroom. Black marble and silver fixtures surrounded him. There was a large shower on one side, and also a large bath set into the floor that would put the one in the prefect's bathroom to shame. Harry saw that it was filled and ready for him, and lost no time jumping right in.

Author's Notes:

Oooohhh...Harry got pissed this chapter. hehehe. I wonder what he will do to old Dumblydore? mwahahaha!

oh, and I'd like your opinions on a few things. Should these people be good (with Harry) or bad (with Dumbledore)?

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley

Fred and George

Ginny

Bill

Charlie

Percy

Hagrid

Other professors

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