Harry stood leaning against the gave of Voldemort's father grave. He was suppose to be here on Dumbledore orders that today would be the day Voldemort was killed by him, but Harry didn't want that.

He flashback to what he had discovered from Dumbledore's office after being told to have some candy while he tend to something. He was 17 but he was living a huge lie.

Flashback

Harry sat in the office trying to think of something other then the fact that Ron was once again jealous of him. Hermonie was driving him insane with the whole prophecy. He soon got up and looked at a letter on the table.

Dear Albus,

I see that your plan to use Harry as a weapon to destroy Voldemort is going as you plan. I also notice that you are making it so that you are the only one he can turn to, you know with Sirius death, his parents and even his friends hatred and actions around him.

I can't wait for Voldemort to be killed by his very own son,

Your friend

George Freedal.

Harry didn't know what to think but then he saw letters written by both Dumbledore and this George person. Harry read them, the beatings when he was a kid. The fake adoption papers sign by James. The pregency test given to his mother Lilly. Soon he heard someone so he grabs a few of the paper including the birth one and placed them in his robe before grabbing a few candies.

After that Harry had done what Dumbledore ask. He sent Voldemort telling him to meet him here. He brought the documents he was going to get Voldemort to answer him. He knew how to as well.

Harry was mad at the thought of what his life had been. A lie for Dumbledore game! Soon he saw Voldemort enter into the grave alone just as he was asking.

"Hello Potter!" said Voldemort looking evilly at him.

"Hello Voldemort or should I say father?" snap Harry.

Voldemort stood there so Harry had figured it out. He looked up to see Harry walking over to him.

"I found this in Dumbledore's office. It said here that my father is not James Potter but rather you. So is it true?" asked Harry.

"So you are going to trust me to answer that," said Voldemort.

"I am unsure of everything right now. I want to show you this. This is a new potion I made. It works the same as a truth potion but for only one question."

"And how do I know that the potion is what you say?"

"Because I have made one for me, but there are deals to this I can only ask you if you truly are my father and you can only ask about my life from age 4-10!"

"Deal, but you go first!"

"Alright. Ask away!"

Harry shallow the potion and looked at the man that might be his very father.

"What is the name of your best friend at the age of 6?" asked Voldemort.

"I didn't have one. My aunt and uncle didn't allow me to make one and if I did they would punish me and well end up forbidding me from talking to who ever it is," said Harry. "My turn. Here!"

Voldemort took the potion and looked at Harry.

"Are you my father?" asked Harry.

"Yes!" said Voldemort.

A/N: I wanted to give this a try. Let me know what you think.