November 5, 2011

Hey guys! I am so, so, SO sorry for not updating in so long. It's my Senior year, and I am loaded down with homework most of the time. Here is Chapter 3 of my story. Please read & review. Hopefully it makes up for my time off. =)

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Mysterygirl220

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Saturday, November 3

(HPOV)

Waking up was not a pleasant experience. I was sore and achy all over, but I also felt free. I need to ask Severus what spells were placed on me. So, regardless of the pain I felt, I took a quick shower, dressed, and went to find Severus. I found not only Severus, but Draco too. "Good morning, Harry. What would you like for breakfast?"

I jumped almost a foot in the air. "Don't do that, Uncle Sev! You want to give me a heart attack?"

Draco froze, staring at me in shock and awe, while Sev's eyes were filling with tears and happiness. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No. You said something absolutely right. You called me Uncle Sev," he said, "it has been so long since you called me that." He wrapped me in his arms, giving me my first hug filled with familial love and want. I started sobbing with relief. "What's wrong, Harry?" He sounded worried.

"Nothing is wrong. It's just you gave me my first hug where it actually means something. The Dursley's never touched me. Molly gave me one, but there was nothing behind it, and Ron and Hermione did it because they were being paid," I choked out.

"Shh. It's okay. You'll meet the rest of your true family today. Eat breakfast, and we shall leave. So cheer up," Uncle Sev said. It felt so good being in his arms; the love rolling off him made me want to fall asleep once more.

We walked back into the kitchen. "I'll be okay. Promise. But what all did Dumbles and the others have me under?"

Severus paled. "You will find out when we talk to your father." I nodded.

We continued eating quickly. Soon, I could feel Draco staring at me. "The new look suits you, little brother."

I choked. "What did you say? I could have sworn you said 'new look' and 'little brother.'"

"I did. I will explain that after you talk to your dad, and yes, you look different."

Seeing if Draco was kidding, I ran to the nearest mirror. I had changed. I now stood at 6'1" instead of my short size of 5'5". My hair lightened about four shades, being borderline dark brown and black. I had more bulk now, but I could still tell I had been starved. Otherwise I was the same. My face stared back at me, with the exception of my lips, which were red and a tad plumper. "Wow. I'm no longer puny!" The other two chuckled softly, unknown to what Dumbledore and the Dursley's put me through.

"Okay. Let's go shall we?" Uncle Sev and Draco were standing at the door, with their belongings packed in their trunks.

"I still have to pack," I said in dismay.

Draco put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. "I packed your trunk after you fell asleep last night, so don't worry. We also made your clothes fit your new size. So just put your cloaks on, and let's go."

I threw my robes on, and the three of us left the castle. "Won't Dumbledore know we have left because of the wards?" I felt incredibly stupid afterwards, if judging by their knowing smirks was anything to go by.

Draco, seeing the look on my face, became remorseful. "Sorry, Harry. The wards on the castle are subjective. Hogwarts allows the people she cares for leave without Dumbledore's knowledge."

"Oh."

Once outside the wards, we immediately apparated to the Malfoy home. It was a beautiful home, brilliantly showing their status in society. "Okay, Harry. I need you to pull your hood over your head. I do not want them to know just who you are at this time. Do not talk to anybody. I have a scent charm on you in case Fenrir is here."

I nodded, knowing a werewolf could hear me right now. "Good." Uncle Sev smirked slightly.

I took a deep breath, walking into my future, and leaving my past behind me. The inside of the house was as beautiful as the outside. I saw a group of people sitting in the living room. Not paying attention, I followed along behind Dray and Uncle Sev.

"Stay here for just a moment," he said, leaving me and Dray standing outside the door I assumed was my father's office. A few minutes later, Sev opened the door for us to enter. There he was, Tom Marvolo Riddle, my father.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, Draco. I understand that you wished to speak with me today?" Riddle did not look, nor talk, like he had in the past.

I gulped, already worried. "That is correct, sir."

He smirked. "Well start at the beginning."

(TPOV)

I sat listening to the boy's story. It was awful knowing what the boy had suffered at the hands of Dumbledore and his 'friends.' "That was when they said they were going to kill me so Dumbledore would get the credit of killing you."

I watched the boy for a moment. He had not removed his hood, but Severus said it would be worth the wait. "So you came to me in order to switch sides?"

Harry shook his head. "I decided that after I had confirmation the information I heard was correct."

"What other information?" I was becoming slightly impatient.

"This."

He removed his hood, and I sat there in shock. For sitting before me was my spitting image with his mother's face. I turned to look at Severus. He smiled softly and nodded. Doing the only thing I could think to do, I grabbed Harry, wrapped him in my arms, and began to cry. "My baby boy. My sweet precious baby boy. How I have missed you. I believed you to be gone, but you are here in my arms. I love you, so, so much."

We stood there for a while. The two of us had stopped crying finally. Pulling back, I looked at my son. He almost looked the same as 'Harry Potter,' but there were many characteristics that had changed. There was one thing that was bothering me. Harry looked very skinny. It hit me. He said the Dursleys were cruel, and it seems they had starved him. I'll ask about that later.

"Would you like to meet the rest of your family?" I was a little worried that he would be angry at a few of his family members. The look in his eyes, glittering with happiness, made me relax a little.

"Okay then. Well Severus is…"

"He's my uncle, meaning he is your brother. I am already calling him Uncle Sev. I guess subconsciously I knew who he actually was." Harry was grinning.

I laughed. "Yes, that's right. Draco is your cousin, but you both were as close as brothers." Harry looked at Draco, and then he pounced on Draco. They were wrestling on the floor like children. Harry won.

Smirking, Harry said, "You lose, big brother." Draco was pouting on the floor, sticking his tongue out.

"Alright you two. Let's take you to see the others, Harry." He nodded.

Walking down the stairs, I turned to Harry. "You know that the people you are about to meet have been accused of doing heinous crimes. Let me tell you a little secret. Dumbledore is Voldemort. He is the man the world should fear. He uses glamour charms so he can pin it on me. Other members of his Order are glamoured to appear as my advisors. I swear on my magic it is true."

"I kind of figured it out. I found it strange he would appear right after the attacks." I nodded.

We were standing outside the now closed living room doors. "You ready?" Harry gave a shaky nod. I opened the doors, and the room's occupants came to a standstill.

"Who is he?" Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, sitting by her husband, is one of the wariest people, except for Lucius, Severus, and me. Severus and Draco took a seat with the Malfoys, getting comfortable for the chaos about to ensue.

Harry, who had his head down, looked up sharply. "Tonks?" He looked to her right and was shocked again. "Remy? Siri? What… I mean- I thought you…"

"Who are you!" Everybody in the room stood and pointed their wand at him.

I stepped in front of my son before any of them threw a curse at him. "Don't you dare harm my son," I growled. They froze, shock and disbelief shining in their eyes. Harry had wrapped his arms around my middle, and I could feel him sobbing. I pulled him to my front and held him close. "Shh, Harry. It's okay. They're not going to hurt you, I promise." I rocked him back and forth steadily calming him down.

He calmed and stepped out of my arms. "You want to know who I am? My name is Harry James Potter! The supposed Boy-Who-Lived! My real name is Harry Thomas RIDDLE, the son of Tom Marvolo Riddle." My son was steamed. I could not blame him. He just found out that he has a family, and yet, they would not allow him to explain.

"I don't believe you!" Sirius was the only one not sitting down.

"Sirius, let the boy explain." Remus pulled him to his seat in front of them.

I nudged Harry. "Go ahead, son. I'll be right here."

He took a deep breath and told his story once more. In the end, everyone wanted a little piece of Albus and Harry's ex-friends. "I'll kill them all." Rodolphus' magic escaped his control, causing various pieces of furniture to explode and swirl around the room.

Harry walked to him and gave him a hug. "Calm down, uncle. They won't hurt me again." All the flying objects fell to the floor as Rodolphus hugged his godson.

Harry yawned and snuggled close. "I believe it's time for this little one to go to sleep," I said.

"'on't wanna," he mumbled.

"Come on, son. We'll all finish this tomorrow." I heard no response. He had fallen asleep. In his godfather's arms. Sighing and smiling, I carried my son upstairs. Tucking him in, I kissed his forehead. "I love you my son. Sleep well and know your family is here with you." I left the room, not knowing he would have the first of many heartbreaking dreams.