Dumbledore just stared at him. Harry moved sitting back in the chair. He transfigured it so it was comfortable but didn't have such a tall back so everyone could see him. Luna, Ginny, Neville and Minerva were sitting behind him. Snape had moved to stand over where he could watch Harry's face beside Dumbledore. Harry shut down the floo in the room without anyone the wiser. No one was getting out of here. Faux moved from the stand beside Dumbledore and landed on the chair arm beside him rustling his feathers against Harry.

Harry smiled and stroked him as he began to speak.

"Let's begin in the beginning, shall we. Voldemort in his infinite stupidity made six horcruxs the first his diary, Slytherin's locket and ring, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's diadem and Nagini."

"Looking at the rotting flesh of your arm we are in my sixth year. But I digress; Voldemort can not die until every one of those objects have been destroyed. So far, the diary I destroyed in my second year. Ginny can vouch for that. The locket and diadem are now gone. Dumbledore destroyed the ring but not before he put it on. Now we have three left to destroy."

Minerva spoke up then. "You just said you destroyed four out of the six."

Harry smiled back at her. "Oh yes, the information Dumbledore has kept from everyone but Snape. The night…"

"Harry." Dumbledore began.

Harry snarled. "Still trying to keep secrets. You will never learn will you? I'm so tired of your shit. This…" Harry encompassed his hands. "All of this is your fault. I blame you as much as I blame Tom for this shit. You place every bit of your faith on a prophecy made by fucking Trelawney of all fucking people. You have maneuvered and manipulated everyone around you until you and only you have made that prophecy self fulfilled. You never tried to truly help me. You put me in a house with people who abused, starved, and treated me like a slave. I lived under the fucking stairs in a closet until I was eleven. I came to you and asked you to let me stay here and not go back. You told me it was for my fucking protection."

Harry scoffed. "Yes, let's send Harry back to people who barely feed him. I was so fucking malnourished it stunted my fucking growth. Then, you didn't tell me shit about what was happening to me. You didn't fight to keep me out of that damn tournament. Voldemort came back because I didn't understand what I was up against. Cedric's death on your feet. I'm tired of blaming myself from being able to stop him being killed by Wormtail. I lost Sirius because I didn't understand what was happening to me. You could have told me the night my parents died for me, the last part of Voldemort's soul went into me and made me his seventh horcrux."

Harry heard the shock around him. He didn't give a damn at this point his fury was breathtaking to watch. The power in the room was pulsing.

"I followed my visions because the one I had with Arthur was true. Why would I disbelieve the one of Sirius? All over trying to find the damn prophecy, you knew all along what it was about since it was given to you. What are we up to sixth year now? Oh, this is when you started showing me glimpses into the horcruxs. You knew what the hell Malfoy was doing running around the castle. I came to you again and told you he was in trouble. Let's just throw that shit out now. Voldemort demanded he kill you and fix the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement so the death eaters could get through the wards. Are we up to speed? I find out you knew what fucking Draco was doing. You fucking knew. See in my world, Draco chose a different path. He came to you and told you and Snape and you protected him. You are a fucking adult. Draco is a child who had his fucking parents threatened to be killed. You should have cornered his ass and told him you knew. You should have told him he was safe. I can only imagine what the fuck he is going through right now. I sure he is doing half ass attempts to get at you so you won't die. Draco is not a fucking murdered and you are pushing him into being one. I blame this on you."

Harry stood up then and began to pace. The dizziness was setting in again. Dobby at this point popped in. He gave Harry several potions. Harry threw them back handing him the empty vials and continued as if it never happened.

"This is how this shit is going to go from now on. Your planning and fucking scheming on your own, over. You will only do what we." He encompassed his hands around the room. "Deem we should all be doing. No more Dumbledore's for the better good shit. That ship has sailed. As far as I am concerned, Snape is a better leader."

Snape almost hit the floor at this revelation.

"Draco is going to be protected from now on. That damn cabinet will be put in the dungeons under my wards. We will fix it, oh yes. That fucker will be fixed tomorrow. As soon as anyone walks into it, surprise, they are going to be in for some shit they weren't expecting."

Dumbledore spoke then. "And has your attitude changed about young master Malfoy."

Harry stopped pacing and moved to Dumbledore's desk. He could feel his power rip out of him and into the room. There was a threat here and everyone in the room was starting to get really scared. "I'm going to let you in on a few secrets. I love Draco. I would die for Draco. I would burn down my world and yours for Draco. That isn't my Draco but he still is Draco. I will run through you and anyone who gets in my way to save him. I will burn down Voldemort, the ministry and any fucking world to save him."

Harry watched out of the corner of his eyes as Snape took a step back in shock. Oh yes, revelations everywhere.

"So where were we, seventh year? Voldemort finally invaded Hogwarts. At this point, I could no longer come back. Me and Draco hid and found Horcruxs which was extremely awesome because you gave me hardly any clues to what they were. Snape because you demanded he kill you to further his usefulness to Voldemort and you being the all mighty and powerful Dumbledore wouldn't die a normal death from your own stupidity, was considered a true death eater. Voldemort's right fucking hand man. He became the next headmaster. Death eaters were then put into the school. Let's imagine that now. I think you might have heard of them the Carrow's. They tortured students. It was all Snape could do to keep them from killing students. Unforgivables were mandatory to be used on all first years. Can you imagine the first year's screams? All during this time, I thought Snape was a fucking traitor too. The funny thing is you know who saved and took most of the brunt of the death eater bullshit. It was Neville. Neville reformed the DA. Students he knew would be killed he hid in the room of requirement. He jumped in front of curses aimed for first years. Following him was Ginny and Luna. They saved almost as many students as Snape."

Harry sneered at Dumbledore again. "I found all the horcruxs before I came back to Hogwarts for the last stand. I almost killed Snape trying to get the school back before it was fully invaded."

Harry moved again wrapping his hands around the wands in his pocket. He needed to calm down. "The battle of Hogwarts consisted of order members and students against all of Voldemort's death eaters and followers. I don't know how the hell any of us survived. Voldemort knowing the elder wand wasn't fully his had Nagini bite Snape and left him for dead. I happened to be there hiding trying to see what Voldemort was up to. Snape passed out in my arms giving me pensive memories. I thought he was dead. I found out later the poison from Nagini made him look dead but Pomfrey saved him. I didn't know any of this until seconds before I got here."

"I left Snape and went to the pensive. Those memories are between me and Snape. But he showed me some between you and him. He showed me how you told him for me to get rid of my horcrux I would have to die."

Harry was steaming now. He was furious. He heard someone whimper behind him. Well, he needed to get this out now.

"So, I did just that. I walked straight out into the forbidden forest. I stepped over the bodies of Tonks, Lupin, Fred and Percy and kept right on going. Each step I took, I knew I was going to die. You left me a snitch when you died with the resurrection stone inside it. I used it to talk to my parents. I told them how I had to do this. I needed to die. They told me the world wouldn't blame me if I wanted to wait. See, pregnant."

That revelation was going over really well. Snape actually sat in the floor. Minerva cursed. Harry would laugh if he wasn't so angry.

"I knew taking each step I was going to sacrifice the one thing I wanted more than anything in the entire world that has been denied to me, family. I was going to let Voldemort kill me along with my child. And I did it for Draco, my friends and for the people who had turned on me. I did it for all of them."

Dumbledore opened his mouth. Harry slapped him straight across the face.

"I walked, step by fucking step to my fate. I barely made it out of the clearing before he hit me with the killing curse and I went down."

"Fate is a nasty bitch though. Death met me as soon as the curse hit me. He told me I was the master of death. I had control of all three Hallows. I was not going to die. Voldemort killed his horcrux but I would lose something very precious to me. I didn't want to come back. I begged death to take me. How the fuck could I face Draco? I never told him but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it from him. How the fuck was I supposed to face that? Death smiled at me and told me it was not my time and sent me back."

"I woke to Narcissa telling Voldemort I was dead. She begged me to make sure Draco was okay. I could only nod and hold still as they put the crucio on me over and over again to make sure I was dead."

"They made Hagrid carry me back to Hogwarts. I was still trying to make my limbs work. My nerve endings were on fire. By the time we got back, everyone was outside the castle. Draco was screaming. Someone was holding him down; he was still trying to get to me. Fucking Neville walked straight up to Voldemort and told him he didn't give a damn if I was dead or not I was a fucking hero and he couldn't take that away from him. Voldemort slammed the sorting hat down on his head. The next thing I know Neville is cutting off Nagini's head and I'm running towards Voldemort. We fought, I won then before he dies he curses me. He tells me he is sending me to a world were Draco chose fear instead of love. Draco and Snape found me seconds before I landed in the great hall."

"I'm telling you all of this for several reasons. First, I want you to really understand what I'm about to do." He slid both elder wands out of his pocket. Dumbledore stared at him. Harry snapped both of them with a fluid movement. "No one should touch those wands. No one should have that power. I told death to take me. I meant it. I don't want to be anyone's fucking master. I never wanted anything more than to be loved." He threw the broken shards on Dumbledore's desk. Nothing would fix them.

"And the baby?" Ginny asked behind him.

"I guess we all sacrifice for the greater good. Don't we Dumbledore?"

Harry felt someone trying to get in through the floo. He turned opening it. Lupin stepped out wiping the soot from his clothes.

"Harry. Good to see you." He took in the room. "Is everything okay?"

Harry laughed confusing the hell out of everyone. "Yes. We are mostly finished."

"Grimmauld Place has disappeared."

"No, I revoked all invitations. I am now the secret keeper. You should stay there from now on. Kreacher."

A pop came and Kreacher bowed. "Yes, Master Potter Black."

"Will you take Remus back to Grimmauld Place with you? He will now be living there with you. I hope you afford him all the comforts offered to a friend of the Black family."

"Yes, Master Potter Black. I have done what you asked."

Harry beamed. "Thank you Kreacher. You humble me. Snape is also allowed in the house. He and Remus can floo and apparate if they wish into the house."

Kreacher nodded.

"Remus, Dumbledore is no longer over the order."

Remus looked to Dumbledore. Harry stepped in front of him blocking his view. "You will now take orders from me and Snape. Dumbledore has many mistakes to make up for. I will come to you in a few days please get some rest and no more recruiting. Stay the hell away from the other packs. We will fight Voldemort and then you need to get your shit together and decide if you are going to start standing against the ministry for werewolf rights. You are a fucking marauder. You need to start acting like it and prepare to defend your fellow pack members."

Remus just stared at him. "No, I'm not joking."

Remus nodded. Kreacher walked to him and took his hand with a pop they were gone.

Harry walked over to the wall and picked up the sorting hat. He placed it on his head. The hat screamed out Slytherin. "Well now that I have been resorted. I want to go to bed."

Every person in the room stood looking at him like he was a ghost. "I'm not staying in the dorms with Ron and Hermione. Your Harry can resort his damn self when he gets back. If I'm going to stay here, I'm going to start changing things starting with house unity. This bullshit about everyone fighting can wait until after the war."

Harry stuck his hand in the hat and pulled out the Gryffindor sword. "Guess I'm just as much a lion as I am a snake."

Harry sat down the sword and walked to Snape. "Can I please sleep now? And a shower? I'm still covered in blood. A lot of it is yours by the way. It also has Nagini's venom on it. You could probably get it out and keep an antidote on you all the time."

Snape perked up looking over Harry's clothes. "I'll trade you if you get me some more clothes."

Snape smiled at him truly smiled. Harry laughed. "Look, I think hell just froze over."

Minerva spoke then. "Potter, you have told us a lot tonight. I don't think we will process half of it for days. You don't have to leave your house because of what was done to you. I could make you a room of your own."

Harry shook his head. "I need a change of scenery. I can't look at those people the same way. You were good to me even when the house turned on me you tried to keep me safe. You were the one who took me to Pomfrey after what Ron did to me. You didn't know who did it though. You punished the entire house except for Ginny and Neville. I will always think of you fondly."

She smiled and embraced him in a hug. "Sleep. Severus will take care of you."

Harry nodded. He released Draco from the bindings. He was too in shock from the information to notice. Harry smiled at the three friends he cherished even though they weren't really his and walked with Severus to the dungeons.

"Tonight, can I just pass out on your couch?"

Snape nodded and Harry followed him passed the potions lab to a painting down the corridor. Snape spoke quietly and the door opened. Snape walked to his room showing Harry the bathroom. Harry stripped and slid in the prefect size tub. He barely heard Snape enter and leave him clothes and collect his stained ones.

"Dobby." Harry spoke quietly.

With a pop Dobby showed up with a plate and goblet of juice. Harry smiled and began packing away what he thought was potatoes. He was too damn hungry to care at this point. Dobby waited until Harry cleared his plate and drank his juice.

"Can you get everything out of Gryffindor and bring it here. Make sure you get my map and the cloak."

"Yes Harry."

Harry smiled. He turned back to Dobby. "Are you sure everything is okay with the baby?"

Dobby ran his fingers over Harry's forehead again. "Yes Harry. Everything is perfect. You are three months. You will start showing soon. You can put on glamours. Dobby can show you."

Harry nodded and picked up Snape's shampoo and began to wash his hair. Dobby waited to make sure Harry was okay then left to get Harry's things. Neville would have to understand. He didn't give a damn about anyone else in his dormitory. Dean and Seamus had been there and not stopped Ron when he'd began to carve into his back.

Harry relaxed into the water his muscles were tight and strained from fighting. He felt the tears run down his face. He could imagine what Draco was going through. He would have a Harry there with him but it wasn't him. It was the Harry before he found out what Draco was willing to do for him. It was the prejudice Gryffindor through and through Harry that followed Dumbledore and was hateful and spiteful to Draco. They were both worlds away and he knew Draco would be grieving.

Harry smelled him. He knew who was standing in the bathroom.

"I don't care what you say, Potter, I don't believe you." The sneer was so pronounced in his voice Harry refused to speak and let the tears fall.

"You don't give a shit about me. You wouldn't give a shit about me in any world. I don't know what the fuck you are playing at you will always be a stupid Gryffindor and you will always be the fucking Golden boy."

How could it hurt so much, Harry thought. It's not him. Not his Draco. Not his Draco. But, he couldn't stop the tears. His hands went to his stomach. Even if he couldn't fix what Voldemort did, he still had something of Draco's. Nothing and no one could take that away from him.

"Too good to respond Potter? The little boy who lived too…"

Harry didn't even look up. He knew Malfoy had walked to the tub and saw his face. He opened his eyes. God, it was Draco but it wasn't. He missed him so much. His hands splayed across his stomach. Not him. Not him. Whatever Malfoy saw stopped whatever comment from coming out of him.

"You are wrong. I love him. He loves me. You're words can't take that from me. I love him. I'll keep you safe because I will always love him. Somewhere in there is a piece of him. I'd die for him."

Harry stood up. He didn't care about anything. He just wanted to get away from Malfoy and what Malfoy standing here smelling like Draco was doing to him. He grabbed a towel dried himself off and slid on the boxers Snape left. He didn't even look back to Malfoy.

Harry walked back to Snape's room and collapsed on the couch that had been transfigured into a bed. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.