you make your own destiny

chapter 12

Voldemort popped into the dining room and was promptly

drawn into a fierce hug by his daughter. While she

cried, he just put his arms around her and comforted

her.



Harry stood at the sidelines and smiled, but at the

same time, it reminded him that he didn't have any

parents to do that and it saddened him a little. The

Dursleys never did that to him and it was something he

missed. He turned to look out the window, never

detecting the black eyes that were moving over him,

knowing what he felt at that moment.



"It hurts to see what you once had, but can't

remember, am I correct?" the silky voice of Severus

said to him.



Harry jumped slightly and tried to come up with a

harsh remark.



"I'm not saying it to hurt you," Severus said quietly.

"I just want to know something about your childhood

with the Dursleys. I don't think that the story

Dumbledore told me is true."



"That depends on what he told you," Harry replied.



"He told me that you lived in luxury and were treated

like a member of the family."





"He lied to you," Harry said harshly. "For the first

nine years, I lived in a cupboard and was treated like

a house elf."





Severus just stared at him, not even concerned about

hiding his indignation.



"As that wasn't enough, they didn't want to give me my

acceptance letter from Hogwarts. So the next day it

came. Of course, I didn't get them either, so Uncle

Vernon moved the family into a hotel. But a worker

there came and told us there were over 100 letters for

me," Harry said, giggling a bit at that. "But Vernon

told them to burn them all and then we moved to a

lighthouse on an island."



Severus just shook his head in amusement over all the

things the muggles did to keep Harry from the magical

world.



"But right on my birthday, Hagrid came and knocked the

door down. He was the first to tell me that all the

weird things that happened to me were caused by magic.

My parents had been a witch and a wizard, not

drunks."



"They told you that?" shouted Severus, drawing the

attention of all in the room.



"Yes they did and they also told me they died in a car

crash where they where drunk," said Harry. "But

Hagrid told me the story that the magic world

believes."



"And you believe it, just like that," asked Crabbe Sr.



"Yes I did. I had been growing up with any knowledge

of the magical world. How was I to know that he was

lying to me?" Harry answered.



"I think it was all Dumbledore's great idea so he

could influence you," said a hoarse voice. Harry

turned to see Alastor Moody, covered in dirt and

blood.



Voldemort was the first to recover from the shock and

asked, "Why didn't you warn us about the attack?"



"There wasn't time for it," said Alastor. "It was a

spur of the moment thing for them. When they heard

that there was a Death Eaters party being held and

where it was, they came. But by the way that with

bald Dumbledore was great."



Giggles erupted all through the room.



"Thank you. I hadn't expected it to actually hit him.

I just wanted to get his attention," said Voldemort,

his head shaking.



"Maybe you nearly got Dumbledore that time," said

Alastor. "And that has scared him to no end."



"Would have had him if it wasn't for the oldest

Weasley boys," said Voldemort, "but they payed with

their lives."



"Oh yes they did. Molly and Arthur are devastated.

But there is no doubt that it is best that they are

dead. They were the ones behind all the rapes you

have been framed for.



"What?" shouted Hermione and Harry at the same time.