Harry Potter and the True Story

Disclaimer, see Chapter 1!

Hello all, I thought I had to lighten the mood a little, so a little fun at the end. Dont worry some fun action to come............Um a fairly tame chapter again....

Chapter 2

Harry could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest, his mouth tasted dry, like it was full of sand. His green eyes widened as he stared at Lucius Malfoy. Lucius for his part looked amused. Here before him was Harry Potter, looking like he was facing another Hungarian Horntail instead of a mere wizard.

“Ah, Potter.” Lucius smirked. “You found us then?” He drawled. He was most definitely like his son, like him and different from him. Harry had felt that raw power the moment he set eyes on Lucius Malfoy while hiding in Knockturn Alley. “Well, don’t stand there gaping all night, please come this way.” Lucius motioned fro Harry to enter the room behind him. Harry did as he was told, finding himself unable to do anything else. His body was moving towards the door even as his mind was begging him to turn and run. But Harry couldn’t, he knew this was what he had to do…this was the way to go.

A man well into his 60s sat behind the desk. He had pepper grey hair, crow’s feet around his black eyes and a tall slim body. He was tall, well over 6 feet high, matching Lucius Malfoy in height. Harry looked between he two men in the room, one looking pleasant, the other awed.

“Harry.” the man spoke, his eyes were shining. Harry was unsure of what to do, his Griffindor nature had led him here and now he was lost. Was it a trap or had Petunia been sincere. It had felt like she was being sincere. Here eh stood before two very powerful wizards, and he was no longer afraid. Well, he never was afraid, more apprehensive. He took a deep breath and caught his lower lip between sharp teeth. It was make or brake Harry time.

“Are you who I think you are?” Harry asked. His voice was even, displaying no emotion, trying to guard his feelings from the men.

“I am Tom Riddle. Just Tom Riddle.” the other man spoke. “I take it your aunt talked with you.” He said, looking Harry over from head to foot. Harry, despite being like his father in every manner, had Lily’s eyes. Those deep eyes that missed nothing. Tom watched as the boy seemed to assess the situation. He was surprised; he thought Lucius would have scared the boy off by now.

“She did.” Harry said looking at the man. Harry suddenly found himself feeling at ease, found his inquisitive side coming out. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Harry asked.

“We couldn’t. You were young, restless, and full of energy. All those things you went through, they made you who you are. I’m not saying that what you suffered at the hands of Dumbledore was right, it was however necessary. I couldn’t allow you to know of my existence because I couldn’t let you know who I really was, or who you really were. You are pureblood through and through. If you knew how you were then so too would the wizarding authorities. Their plan worked well, and you fell for it.”

“Malfoy’s tried to kill me.” Harry said bluntly.

“Have I?” Malfoy asked evenly.

“Yes, our first meting was a threat.”

“Ah, I would like to give you my version of events. I gave you the first clue to the existence of Voldemort that afternoon in Dagon alley. Do you remember, ‘your scar is legend, as of course is the wizard who gave it to you’. I thought about that line a lot after I said it, wondering if you caught on.”

“But when I freed Dobby…” Harry started but was soon interrupted.

“I was angry, understandably. What would you do if a servant was torn from your grasp? Dobby was a fool, he wouldn’t even obey me.”

“The diary?” Harry asked.

“I have no idea where that came from; I suspect your memory was altered by that fool Weasley.” Lucius sneered at the mention of the fool’s name. “I did not know such a thing existed till I saw it that day in Dumbledor’s office.”

“Fourth year…”

“In fourth year I was at the graveyard yes, how do you think you survived? You were meant to, by Dumbledore and myself, I would have let no harm of considerable damage come to you. We protected you Harry, not attacked you. I had no power to protect you at the beginning, but I did. I helped you home. Diggory’s death was one the family knew about Harry. It was planned; he sacrificed himself to prove a point. You have spent years fighting someone who does not exist. Each time you have met him, he is not real, a creation of many powerful wizards.” Lucius explained.

“And the ministry of magic,” Tom continued “that was indeed Lucius; I sent them to remove that silly prophecy before you heard it. Nonsense it was, because Voldemort does not exist. You do not have to kill me son, just accept me.” Tom’s last statement was not planned and he was shocked when he said it.

Harry heard the emotion in the mans’ voice. He watched him carefully, as well as Lucius. They were telling the truth. Harry had always followed his gut instinct, and it had saved his life many times. Here he was about to do the same. To trust someone. Or trust no one.

Life was about to change, dramatically. Did Harry just disregard the last 6 years of his life as a lie, or did he repel these men. Whatever his reaction it would have dire consequences. One path would be easy, to laugh at these men, hex them and tell the ministry what had just gone on.

Or did he listen to them, talk with them. Was Harry potter about to become what he had fought against? Did he have the strength?

Lucius Malfoy watched him closely, and spoke as if reading his mind. “It will be hard, we don’t deny it. But it will be worth it. You will have the family you always dreamed of. You can be strong Harry, and we knew you can do this. Tom is a wonderful man, one you should get to know.” Lucius looked between the two before him. One wise man the other confused boy. He wanted to help them both, he was deeply loyal to Tom, and he was fond of the Potter boy, of his balls, his shiny brass that never faded. Harry was stronger than many. Perhaps even himself.

“Just say I do believe you. Where do I go from here?”

Tom smiled. He looked at Harry and for the first time Harry saw deep affection in the mans’ eyes. Harry would do whatever it took to keep that looks right there.

“Actually, can you forget for a little while I asked that…just tell me one thing? What was she really like?”

“Oh she was strong, fiercely protective. Her presence lit up a room, full of fun your mother was. The world is at a loss, you know you should never have to bury a child Harry. My heart broke when she died. I was too late to save my little girl. A phantom was created to shade my existence you know; in the form of Voldemort, and that is what I blame for her death.”

“Who is Voldemort?”

“You boy, are full of questions.” Tom said, eyes smiling at his grandson. Yes, life with Harry was not going to be dull. “To be honest I don’t know. No one does. Yet, although I have a feeling that you will someday find out. You just can’t resist a good mystery?”

“I’m no Jessica Fletcher I assure you; I don’t have her patience…”

“Who?” Lucius asked. Harry looked at the two confused faces and bust out laughing.

“Never mind.” he told them, glad to see them smiling and not angry at being laughed at.

Harry lay down in his bed; it was late, very late. Harry wasn’t surprised to see light coming over the horizon. As he lay back he thought of what he had just learned. He had talked well into the night with his grandfather, Lucius having left long before Harry had. They had talked about everything, themselves, the world as it was changes they would like to see and what was to be their next move. Harry had been offered some vile tasting malt by tom, and had politely declined. Tom had laughed heartily, saying he was like his father. Harry had sipped a cold beer instead, amusing at the taste. Tom didn’t seem to mind he was drinking beer, he had actually found it amusing, and suspected that giving Harry more would have the boy singing.

It was decided that they would discuss Harry’s future the next day during a meeting with some ‘senior advisors’. Harry wondered who that would include. No doubt Lucius would be there, but whom else? Lucius, Harry smiled. He liked Lucius. Lucius who was strong and stoic, who seemed to like to laugh, much like his grandfather did.

He had noticed how tall Lucius was, his strong body. As Harry drifted asleep he imagined what Lucius used to wash his hair, if would be soft or silky, would it be smooth? Harry wondered if Lucius liked fingers running through his golden strands, how it would feel to lean against the strong chest, to listen to his heartbeat.

Harry soon fell asleep, not really realising what he was thinking about. Not realising that in less than 8 hours he had come from hating Lucius Malfoy to wondering what he looked like naked.

In his dreams, Harry saw the man before him. When he woke, he remembered nothing.

He had a letter waiting for him, from Hermione. It was full of the usual stuff from Hermione, demanding Harry study; she had already worked out a timetable for her NEWTS. He rolled his eyes, small smile on his lips. Trust Hermione. Trust, could he trust her? Really could he, she was keen on House Elf liberation. Would that mean that she wouldn’t be keen on what was going on in Harry’s head, on what Tom Riddle stood for? And Ron, could he tell Ron? Ron would immediately go mad without listening to reason. He could see it now, Ron all red faced, Hermione concerned for Harry.

Harry decided he would discuss it with his Grandfather. Grandfather, apparently in the last few seconds Tom ceased to be Tom and was his Grandfather. Harry was shocked at himself, at how quickly he was accepting this decision this choice that was being made.

When he arrived in what could only be described as a den, it was underground; he was the only one there. He took time to browse the study. There were pictures on the wall, some of people Harry did not know, some he did. Various faces watched him, such as his parents, Sirius, Aunt Petunia, and many more. The door opened and Harry was surprised, it was not Tom but Lucius.

A tension entered the room with Lucius, not one of discomfort but one bringing a memory of desire, and suddenly Harry remembered his dream. He couldn’t stop the instant blush from gracing his cheeks. Lucius didn’t seem to notice, nodding in greeting and going to the book shelves in search of something. Harry sat in Tom’s sturdy chair and looked around the room, again. In front of him stood the old sturdy desk, and Harry soon got an image of himself spread over eth desk with Lucius ravishing him.

NO! He would not think this. Anything but this. He would think about Uncle Vernon washing…yes that got rid of the southward movement, uncle Vernon washing. Only it wasn’t Vernon washing, it was Lucius, water droplets running all over his chest, down strong legs, over firm NO!

“Are you ok?” Lucius enquired looking at Harry. Harry nodded. Lucius stared a moment longer before returning to his search. Harry sank lower into the chair and whished a hole would open and take him away.

“Are you coming?” Lucius asked Harry. Harry looked up at the man standing above him. When did he get there?

“Um, yeah I suppose.”

“Are you sure you’re ok”? Lucius asked leading Harry out of the room. He held the door open then once in the circular hall placed a hand on the small of the boys back to guide him to the right room. He felt Harry shiver and smirked. So this is what is wrong with the boy.

Apparently Tom’s most important friends were all in the room. Harry didn’t know most of the faces but some he recognised instantly. Aunt Petunia sat beside her father; Professor Flitwick bounced on a cushion heightened seat while Professor Snape looked like he would rather be in a darker room.

“Ah Lucius, wonderful, you have found our charge.” Tom smiled to the blond man, then to Harry.

“Yes.” Lucius answered looking at Harry. Looking into Lucius eyes at that moment, Harry felt like a deer in the headlights. Lucius look was pure predatory, pure animal lust. Suddenly Harry no longer felt that confidence he had earlier around Lucius. His fright this time was much different, for he didn’t know what exactly Lucius was doing to his body.