Chapter 25: Lies, Lies and more lies

Note: Hello Lovelies I am soo sorry for not posting last week, I was just swamped last week studying to make sure I pass my midterms(I did! yay, thanks everyone for wishing me luck) and typed it through out the week and didn't send it off to my beta till late last week. T.T and it might be the same for next week as well, I have exam after exam next week. It's a wait and see game to how much studying I need to do, and what time I can put back for typing.
My love and thanks goes to my beta as always! They do an amazing job at what they do to make sure my chapters are on time, and keep up with my crazy college times. Anyways here is the short excuses I call a chapter this week. I will try to have a longer chapter next time (but I can't promise anything).

Professor Quirrell started to unwarp his turban very slowly, each passing second seemed to drag on forever. As the layers fell away from his head, the pain in Harry's scar also intensified tenfold. Harry wasn't sure if it was from the memories flying through his mind, or if it was contributed to something else entirely. It was ages before the last of the wrap fell away, leaving Quirrell and his hairless head looking at him, before the voice spoke again, "Turn around you fool!" The raspy voice yelled. The man turned around leaving Harry to gasp at the sight. There on the back of his Professor's head was a grotesque face, the face seemed to be adjusting his eyes to the light. Harry had to bite back a scream, both from the horror before him as well as the pain that blossomed in his head. Tears where now steaming down the boy's face, he was scared and in pain, he began to feel like he always did after his uncle beat him.

"Look before your eyes Potter," The voice spat at the boy, "Look at what you have done to me! You have left me without a body! The great Dark Lord had to go as low as surviving off of another being, and yet you escape with just a scare!" The Dark lord yelled at the boy, his raspy voice adding more to the effect of frightening the young wizard. "But I can forgive you Potter."

Harry's eyes shot up to the Dark Lord's face, trying his hardest to keep his food down when his gaze was transfixed on the horror.

"Yes, I will forgive you only if you join my side. Think boy at what the light side has ever given to you! All they did was give you over to the muggles! And forgot about you! And it seems that the muggles where not the nicest people. The Light also kept you away from magic, they left you alone, ignorant, defenseless, and forgotten." The Dark Lord crooned before letting a snarky laugh escape his lips.

Harry was struggling to compose himself enough to speak. It took him a moment before he could calm himself just enough to get out a few words. "B-B-But the d-dark side has d-done nothing for me e-either. Y-You killed m-my family!" His words just barely above the whisper, his breaking was raspy, his green eyes wide and still brimming with tears.

The Dark Lord just laughed, "Yes, that is what the Light wants you to be believe. I was there, yes, but I wasn't the one that killed your family, no they were already dead."

Harry blinked slowly, unsure of what to believe. "Yes, hard to think of, isn't it? That the big, old, Dark Lord that you never heard of wasn't the one that killed you mummy and daddy. But I can show you, I can prove to you that I didn't do it, little Harry. All I need is your trust."

Harry took a couple steps back from the professor, he no longer knew what to think, nor what to believe. His head was killing him, all he wanted to do was escape from here. " I-I-I d-d-don't know!" His hands came to his head his fingers tugging at his hair, "I-I-I can't!" Tears were still streaming down young Harry's face and he was all but heaving in his breaths, "What's real anymore? G-g-give me time sir! P-Please!"

Harry didn't give his teacher a chance to reply before running out of the classroom door. His mind was going as fast as his legs. Who could he trust anymore? Was what the Dark Lord said true? Did someone else kill his family? That can't be right, everyone else said it was the Dark Lord, and that he was there that night and cast the spell. Harry stopped running as he came to a realization. How can anyone be so sure of what happened? No one was there that night, besides Harry, his family, and the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord was the only one that would truly know what happened that night. But he couldn't remember that night, he was only a baby at the time! He could only trust one person and that was his Father. He might be able to help him come to terms with what was in that room.

* * * Time Skip * * *

It was now night fall by the time that he reached his father's room, and once he step foot in the room he was swept up in a hug.

"Harry, where have you been? I have been looking everywhere for you, and I couldn't find you anywhere!" Severus exclaimed, putting the small boy down on the ground, "When you weren't back by the time you said you would be, I was getting worried that something could have happened to you!"

"I-I'm S-sorry s-sir I didn't m-mean to be," Harry said, tears once again in his eyes, but now for a different reason. He had scared his Father, and now he might not love him anymore. Severus pulled Harry into another hug keeping the young wizard close, reminding him that he was now Severus' son and nothing was ever going to change that for. He whispered sweet insurance into the young boy's hair, which has become less rurally since he took the potion, reminding him of this.

"Sev? C-can I know h-how everyone knows for sure that the D-dark L-lord killed my parents?" Harry asked the man, now relaxing a bit into the hug after the day he had. Severus tensed, why was the boy asking something like that? It was something the boy never asked about, at least not since Severus explained everything he could to the young boy.

"I already explained everything I could Harry, there is nothing more that can be changed, why are you asking this?" Severus asked, pulling back a bit from the warm embrace.

"I-I was just wondering," The young boy mumbled, not looking Severus in the eyes. So even he doesn't know the truth either, Harry thought to himself. "I-I'm just g-going to go the bed." With that Harry gave Severus a soft good night, as the man did the same thing before resting his head against the pillow that night. He knew that he needed the answers, but unsure who to go to anymore. The young boy was confusing Severus, and it worried him greatly because Harry has never acted like this before with him. There was something that was bothering the boy, but Severus could do nothing until the boy came to him and asked for his help.

Later that night, Harry slipped on his cloak and started to walk the school in the pitch black, he thought that if he didn't do this now, he would never be able to find the answers that needed. He knocked upon the door of the DADA professor's room, hoping for help.

When the man answered, Harry did not give him a moment to speak. "I will listen to what you have to say, but only if Severus can be brought in on it, and if afterwards we are allowed to leave before we give our answers." The young boy's eyes spoke darkly that if these demands were not met that this would never happen, so the Dark Lord agreed and then the boy just disappeared quickly as he came. He was gone without another word spoken, but the Dark Lord knew that he would be seeing the boy and his spy soon with questions that he held the answers to.