"Bone of the father, unwillingly given, you will renew your son!"

The surface of the grave at Harry's feet cracked. Horrified, Harry watched as a fine trickle of dust rose into the air at Wormtail's command and fell softly into the cauldron. The diamond surface of the water broke and hissed; it sent sparks in all directions and turned a vivid, poisonous-looking blue.

Wormtail turned to face Harry now, pulling a long silver rod from his pocket and approaching him. Placing the tip of the rod against his scar with violently shaking hands, Wormtail stuttered out the next part of whatever twisted ritual Harry was watching.

"Shard of the soul, unknowingly entrusted, you will restore your body!"

Harry felt himself stiffening at Wormtail's words. 'Shard of the soul'? Did that mean there was a sha- a scream escaped Harry's mouth suddenly, cutting off his train of thought as silver light filled his vision and every inch of his body felt like it wanted to just curl into a ball to cry.

A shaky gasp tore itself from his throat as Wormtail pulled the rod away from him, the silver now an eerie black as he carefully carried it over to lower into the cauldron. Harry didn't want to look, but he couldn't help but watch as the blue of the potion instead turned a sick blood-red, the light of it illuminating what felt like the entire graveyard.

Looking even more terrified now, Wormtail pulled another silver object from his robes, this time a sharp looking knife that gleamed wickedly in the red light of the potion. As the rat animagus approached Harry once more, he couldn't help but get the feeling that the 'Heart of Fate's Bitch' was going to be the next ingredient. Not wanting to watch, Harry clamped his eyes shut and turned his head away as he heard Wormtail coming to a halt directly in front of him.

"Blood of the son" Wormtail began slowly, "Undeniably pure, you will revive your father!"

Harry felt his mind coming to a grinding halt at Wormtail's words, 'Blood of the son' repeating itself over and over again in his head. Watching blankly as Wormtail brought the knife down across his arm, Harry felt disbelief and disgust crashing together in his stomach. He couldn't be Voldemort's son, it was impossible, it just couldn't be true! Voldemort just be trying to get to him, using psychological warfare like Hermione said he did in the first war.

A low rumbling pulled his mind from it's shock, his eyes being drawn to the blinding white potion in the cauldron as the sparks died out suddenly. Harry watched in horror as white smoke billowed out from the cauldron, spreading out across the ground and filling his vision as he found himself chanting "Let it have drowned" under his breath.

"My wand… Wormtail"

Harry let out a strangled sob as a dark silky drawled out the command, a tall dark figure barely visible through the slowly fading steam. A moaning and whimpering Wormtail scrambled to pull a wand from inside his robes, holding a bone-white wand that almost shone in the moonlight out to the figure, his hand shaking so much Harry thought for a second he would drop it.

The last of the steam faded as the figure waved his wand at himself, conjuring up a pair of simple black trousers and leaving a pale muscular back visible. "I missed you… my sweet" the man whispered, raising his wand and caressing it almost gently as he stepped out of the now empty cauldron and turned to face Harry.

The man in front of him was nothing like Harry expected Lord Voldemort to look like. Looking more like an older version of the Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, than like the monster everyone had made him imagine Voldemort as. Rich black hair sat in wavy almost-curls upon his head, glowing blue eyes slowly inspecting his chest as long fingers mapped out refined cheekbones.

If he wasn't the most feared Dark Lord in all history, he might have actually been attractive.

Pinned limply to the angel statue, Harry was forced to watch helplessly as Voldemort slowly examined his body, an exultant look on his face as he conjured a tight-fitting dress shirt to cover his chest. A second flick of his wand caused shadows to crawl across the ground, jumping up and climbing his body, turning into a long shimmering cloak that only made his face and hands look more pale than before.

"Wormtail" Voldemort exhaled slowly, "Your arm".

Opening bawling, Wormtail crawled towards Voldemort, holding his hand up for the Dark Lord to stare at with disgust and disinterest. "Your other arm" the man corrected coldly, a hand reaching out and gesturing slowly, magically pulling the traitor's left arm towards him. Vanishing the sleeves with a flick of his wand, Voldemort started down at the vivid red skull tattoo with a look bordering glee.

{Purity} he said, the hiss coming from his mouth making both Wormtail and Harry cringe in fear. "Let us see... who remains true" the Dark Lord said softly, pressing the tip of his wand to the tattoo on Wormtail's arm, the snake and skull having vanished and been replaced with a large winged serpent instead.

"And you… Harry Potter… my son" Voldemort said suddenly, turning to face Harry, looking every inch a nobleman or Lord with how he dressed and stood. "Are you aware that you stand on the grave of my pathetic muggle father?" he asked slowly, a lazy wave of his wand causing the angel statue to release Harry and let him fall to the ground, his leg giving way under the pain of the Acromantula bite. "I cannot help but wonder how much you are aware of" the Dark Lord continued, blue eyes locked onto Harry's emerald ones. "Raised with muggles, were you not?" he questioned with a grimace, "Treated like a slave from what I've been told".

"Ye- yes Master" Wormtail stuttered out as he crawled over to kiss Voldemort's boots, "I've heard them talk- erp!" he squawked when the Dark Lord kicked him in the face.

"I did not give you permission to speak, Wormtail" Voldemort hissed angrily, a plume of black smoke behind them taking shape into a black-robed figure that instantly dropped to his knees and bowed his head.

"I'm not your son" Harry spat, using the angel statue to climb to his feet and glare at the Dark Lord. "My parents were-".

"Lily and James Potter" Voldemort interrupted as more plumes of smoke formed into more Death Eaters. "My left and right hands respectively. Most trusted of all my followers".

"Ma- Ma- Master?" Wormtail exhaled in confusion, his robes stained with Harry's blood and his face pale with fear.

"Ahhh, you were unaware of this when you betrayed them were you not Wormtail?" Voldemort sneered slowly as Harry gaped at him dumbly. "You had no idea you were betraying me as well when you led my Death Eaters to the Potters did you?"

"You're lying" Harry blurted, hanging onto the statue as blood loss made his head spin. "My parents would never join you".

"Heal him" Voldemort snapped suddenly, snapping his fingers as he completely ignored Harry's words.

Blinking in shock, Harry didn't struggle when one of the black-cloaked Death Eaters stood and rushed over to him, pulling a wand from inside his cloak and running it down Harry's cut arm.

It would be easier for him to escape if he was fully healed, he figured, knowing he needed to get back to Hogwarts so he could warn everyone. As the Death Eater muttered out a second healing spell for his injured leg, Harry timed it right and lashed out, slamming his knee into the man's face before quickly pulling his wand from his hand with a snarled "Stupefy!"

"You're lying" Harry repeated coldly, testing out his leg hesitantly and stepping away from the statue as he raised the stolen wand against Voldemort.

"Pull back his hood" Voldemort ordered simply, gesturing at the Death Eater by Harry's feet. "Go on" he pressed, looking unworried by the wand pointing at him, "We do not have all night after all".

Faltering at Voldemort's current behaviour, having expected Killing Curses and megalomanic speeches, Harry muttered out a banishing charm at the Death Eater's hood, his heart stopping at the familiar face that it revealed. "No…" he mumbled weakly, shaking his head quickly, "It's not him".

"Si-Sirius?" Wormtail exclaimed dumbly, letting out a yelp before going limp as Voldemort threw a bolt of black light at him that sent him flying into a gravestone with a loud crack.

"Sirius Black is one of my most trusted" Voldemort confessed as Harry just stared, his mind blank with shock. "Using my Death Eaters as distractions, as spell fodder, my council and I waged the true war. Politics". Flicking his wand at Sirius and causing the man to gasp awake, Voldemort turned his back on Harry and spread his arms at the other six gathered Death Eaters. "My Council. My friends" he greeted slowly, "My family. Lower your hoods, so I may look upon your faces".

As Harry watched, three faces he didn't recognise were revealed, each of them stepping forward to gently embrace the Dark Lord at his call. The fourth face he saw, was of a man who looked too much like Sirius to be coincidence. The fifth face was Lucius Malfoy, the man lacking his seemingly customary sneer. The sixth person made Harry freeze, his jaw dropping open again.

"Professor Trelawney?" he blurted, making the witch pause and glance at him curiously.

"Relax young Lord" Trelawney suggested slowly, her voice firm as she stood tall and proud in Death Eater robes. "Everything will become apparent in time".

"Indeed it will Sybill" Voldemort agreed gently, "But first… Sirius, care to explain my son's stupidity?" he demanded as he turned a cold glare on Sirius who was still lying on the ground at Harry's feet.

"I never had the chance to talk to him alone my Lord" Sirius called out in response, "Dumbledore blocked me at every turn. He even went as far as to alter the blood wards surrounding Privet Drive to keep everyone but himself out".

"Please tell me I'm dreaming Sirius" Harry exhaled as his Godfather climbed to his feet. "This isn't real. It can't be real. I'm having a nightmare about the Third Task aren't I?"

"I'm sorry Pup. I tried to hint at it through letters, but I couldn't say much until we were face to face" Sirius apologized slowly.

"He's not my Dad" Harry mumbled, clamping his eyes shut as he felt his body beginning to tremble.

"Not by birth" Sirius' voice promised as Harry felt the man's arms engulfing him. "Thomas chose you as his Heir. He performed a blood-adoption. He's your third parent, James is still your father. And I swear, Thomas isn't as bad as he's made out to be. Voldemort is terrible yes, but he's necessary. I promise you'll understand in time".

Harry just shook his head and whimpered, trying his hardest to convince himself that it was just an extremely vivid dream.

"I believe, my son" Voldemort's voice called out, "That perhaps you require proof, that I am not as evil as you would believe? Does this meet your standards?"

Unable to stop himself, Harry opened his eyes and stepped away from Sirius. Nothing could shock him anymore, he felt so numb as it was that he doubted he'd notice getting hit with the Cruciatus curse right now.

"Hello baby".

Blinking slowly at the transparent forms of his parents, Harry just raised a hand to wave it at them, his mouth falling open as his mind went blank.

Huh…

He was wrong…

He could get more shocked…

Resurrection

Based off DZ2's The Darker Truth challenge.

I don't own Harry Potter.