A/N : Hello I just wanted to say thank you to all of all the people that followed and favorited this story. It means a lot.

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Grey Powerful Harry. Smart Harry. Bisexual Harry. Harry/Neville. Luna/Hermione. Some Dumbledore bashing. Some Weasley bashing. Cannon divergence "speech" {thought }

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Chapter Three : The Boy Who Lived.

{The Boy Who Lived. What kind of name is that, and why does it have anything to do with me.} Harry thought to himself. Unknown to Harry this was the name that the wizarding world had given to him when his parents died. Why did this name scare Harry so much, it meant nothing to him, yet it sent a shiver of fear down his spine and made the hair on his arms stand on end.

"What do you mean The Boy Who Lived. Did I die and why do you Know who I am?" Harry Questioned as his voice shook.

" Your The Boy Who Lived." Tom explained. " When you were a Baby Your Parents were killed by a dark wizard that had killed a lot of people in a war. This dark wizard had gone to kill your parents, not that anyone knows why, When he found you he killed your parents and then attempted to kill you only to fail and leave you with that scar."

"What , why me, why my parents and why does this make me famous because I survived an attack that should have killed me." Harry saying all of your questions out loud.

"No one knows why you or your parents and it makes you famous because you are the only person that is known to have survived the killing curse." Tom said.

" Ok I need some time to think, do you know where I could get a job so that I can earn some money." Harry asked.

"Mister Potter, you don't need a job, you have plenty of money in the bank." Tom said.

"If you don't mind sir could you please take me to the bank." Harry asked hesitantly.

"Yes mister Potter I will take you to the bank and then you can finally know the truth." Tom says gently.

{The truth} Harry thought { what is the truth all I want to know is why my parents were killed. Why am I so important.} Harry didn't realise that the war going on in his head was also playing on his face. As Tom Walked Harry to the bank, he studied the boy and the multitude of emotions that played over his face. This boy that everyone knew, knew nothing about himself and yet he seemed to know that he had a bigger role to play even if it was not a good one. Tom only hoped that Harry could find some peace in this world and that he would grow into the good man that he could be.

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