Chapter 2: Didn't see that one coming

When they arrived at the Manor Harry knew exactly where they were staying. Malfoy Manor. It looked to be old but beautiful. The outside appeared to have a shimmery gold coating. The garden was beautiful with all types of flowers and freshly mowed grass. The Manor was huge and Harry could see why Malfoy always talked about his money. To have this kind of home you had to be rich. Harry decided to change his facial expression from one of awe to impassive.

"Well Harry, this is your new home." Voldemort said. "I have the master bedroom. But yours will be next to mine. I will expand it for you or you could to it yourself. Since you are legally an adult."

"WHAT?," Harry asked with a note of disbelief in his voice. "How can I be considered an adult? I thought you had to be 17. I'm only 16. Unless they changed the rules or I'm legally an American citizen." Harry noticed his grandfather looking at him significantly. Then it dawned on him. "I was born in the United States. No one ever told me I was born anywhere other than Britain. Bloody hell! How much is he going to keep from me? Grandfather why are you staying at Malfoy Manor? Don't you have your own manor?"

"Ah," he said with his familiar hiss. "I am in the process of making one. I was here during the first war also. Now I think its time for introductions."

"Grandfather if you think I'm going to be a death eater you have another thing coming."

"But why would you not want to be a death eater? You would be in my inner circle." he asked with a touch of calm in his voice.

"I don't want anyone controlling my life anymore." Harry said with a fierce tone. "I'm tired of it. This has been going on all my life and I'm ready for it to end. I left with you because I thought you would understand. If you don't I could always leave. No anti-Apparition wards can keep me. I can get past them."

"But how," he asked with awe in his voice. "I have been trying to do that ever since my seventh year at Hogwarts. And you just know how after you've just apparated for the first time!"

"I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve grandfather." he replied. He didn't really want to get into detail of what he could do. All he knew was after yesterday he suddenly knew all the things he could do. "Shall we go in? I know a lot of people are wondering why we are waiting out here. And why you have a look of disbelief and awe on your face. Oh by the way. Where is Nagini? I wanted to talk to her. I don't know why but I really want to talk to a snake."

Voldemort simply stared at him for a few seconds then replied. "Well you have certainly grown up a lot since our last talk face to face. I will get you a snake. I think you will do better with a small snake but Nagini is mine. Now I guess its time to show you around and get you settled. Then perhaps you will want to pay Dumbledore a visit."

"Yes I would," he agreed. "I know by now he's having a meeting trying to find me. Too bad he doesn't know I cover my tracks well. I can go undetected. Well grandfather lets see my new home."

When they were inside the death eaters had looks of disbelief on there faces. How did he get Potter here? He never said who was coming? Why isn't Potter dead? Were a few of the questions going through their heads and Harry heard all of them. He turned to Voldemort.

"Grandfather I will go upstairs to my room and unpack then I will be leaving to have a little 'chat' with Dumbledore." he said with a smirk. He then disapparated to his room and enlarged it. He then made the color scheme of his room gold and silver. One from each of his relatives. He then unpacked and took one last look around. It was the best room he ever had. He had bookshelves in the corner of his room near the door with books on the dark arts and advanced magic. Also wand less and empathy and healing books. A few of his abilities. He had a desk similar to Dumbledore's in size and color. His bed was enormous and actually looked comfy. He had a walk-in closet with all his muggle clothes and robes. His firebolt sat in a corner next to his night stand. With all of his things unpacked he decided to lock his room one of the most powerful locking charms that he knew Voldemort couldn't get through and disapparated to Grimmauld Place.

When he arrived in the kitchen he could see all of the Order members were trying to talk to Dumbledore and Snape at the same time. He mentally chuckled at the site. Dumbledore was saying "I don't know why I can't track him. Its like he disappeared of the face of the earth."

"That would be because I don't want to be found." he chuckled out loud when they all turned towards his voice, mouths agape. "Hello! Looking for me?"

Dumbledore stood up and you could see that he was happy and angry at the same time. "How the hell did you get past the anti-Apparition wards? And how come we weren't able to track you?" he asked. Since his voice was filled with anger it traveled all the way across the room to Harry. Who stood there looking bemused at the whole situation.

"Hello to you too great-grandfather," he said with a note of contempt in his voice. "Did you know that grandfather asked the same question? I'm going to give you the same answer I gave him. 'I have a lot a tricks up my sleeve.' I just stopped by because I figured you'd have an order meeting trying to find me. I just came to tell you to stop wasting your time. You never will."

Dumbledore simply stared at his great-grandson. No one knew what to say to him. They didn't know how powerful he was and they most definitely didn't know what would set him off. Dumbledore never thought it would be possible for Harry to hate so much that he would live with the person that killed his parents. Let alone a person that killed his godfather in June.

"Harry," he asked in a small voice. "How could you live with someone that killed your parents? I believe Bellatrix Lestrange lives with him. How could you live with someone who killed your godfather?" Everyone held there breath. They had never seen Harry cry let alone scream. They figured that's exactly what he did when Sirius had dies. They didn't know how he kept it all in. Losing all of his family and then losing the only father figure he ever had.

Harry smirked. He knew something that they did not. "Sirius is not dead." he stated simply. Remus stepped toward Harry with a sad expression on his face.

"Harry," he said. "I was there when he fell through. As were you. He can't come back Harry. He's dead. I told you that and I thought you would have believed that by now with him not being here." The Order members seemed to be holding their breath waiting for Harry to explode. He simply stood there looking calmly at Lupin.

"I told you that night and I'll tell you again today." he said. He needed people to know the truth of what happened. He had finally figured out the veil. "Sirius is not dead. The veil only accepts people whose time is over. Sirius still has time. He will return here from the veil by next Tuesday.