Lies Revealed, Sweet Revenge, and Eternal Love
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
43,216
Reviews:
125
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1
Currently Reading:
4
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Secrets Revealed
Title: Lies Revealed, Sweet Revenge, and Eternal Love
Author: Redneckmama
Rating: NC-17
Paring: HP/LV
Warnings: Dark fic, mention of rape, blood, gore, torture, slash, language, AU, OOC, Creature fic
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I do however wish I had them tied up and at my mercy.
Summary: Harry discovers his whole life has been a series of lies, even his name. When he finds out the truth, blood and tears will be all that is left behind. Dark!Evil!Harry, Evil!Manipulative!Dumbledore
WARNING!!! This chapter contains blood and torture. I warned you.
A?N-- Several people have had a few questions and so I’m going to answer them now.
1- In this story, magical maturity begins at 16. At 17 they are legally considered an adult. I reasoned that if they were to gain legal status at the same time as new, uncontrolled powers this could lead to many witches and wizards going to Azkaban for accidental magic.
2- I’m sorry the brief mention of rape bothered some people. Just bear with me there was a reason for this. Notice, however, I had the rape come at the hands of the inexperienced boy rather than the very large, mean, man.
3. Thank you to everyone who reviewed this story. It is so nice to hear your opinions.
Chapter One--Revelations
Harry glanced at the clock. 11:49. *one minute* the thought. He sat on his bed waiting for the moment his powers would mature. He’d read every book on the subject and knew it would be a little uncomfortable but not painful. He was not afraid. He would be ready. Accepting this change would alter his life forever.
11:50. A light began to glow from somewhere within Harry’s chest. He stood to look in the mirror. A blinding light was pulsing from his chest. He welcomed it and it grew and grew. A sound began buzzing in his ears. Pain erupted from all over his body. It felt as if needles were being stuck in every pore of his skin. His nose began to bleed, and he became very dizzy. The light flared and then everything went dark as Harry slipped into unconsciousness, and collapsed on the floor.
Harry awoke to a deathly quiet house. He stretched out his body and gasped at the pain. His entire body was stiff and sore. Cautiously, he opened his eyes. *How did I get on the bed? I distinctly remember collapsing on the floor. Wait! I can see! I don’t have my glasses on and I can see!* slowly, he sat up and looked around. *It’s light outside? Why aren’t I being beat for sleeping in? He stood up and took a moment to let the pain subside. Harry glanced in the mirror and stepped back in shock. *What the hell is going on* He studied his refelection for a moment.
He was taller than before, about 6’3’’ when before he’d been a paltry 5’6’’. His hair was longer, past his shoulders, darker and straighter than before. His skin, once sickly and sallow from malnutrition and lack of sun, now was flawless, glowing and perfect. His eyes, once the same bright green as his mothers, were now a deep emerald green with flecks of violet shot through them. His body, once thin, bony and emaciated, now was muscular, fit, and gorgeous. Overall, Harry was excited by these changes. He’d always been a little self-conscious before, but now he just felt confident.
Harry smiled at his reflection, then gasped in shock. Nestled behind his now full, pouty lips were a pair of extremely sharp fangs.
“Fangs!! Merlin! How in bloody hell is this possible? It can’t be. I must be dreaming. There is no way in hell that I am a vampire. How can I be a vampire?”
“Because your father is a vampire,” stated a voice from behind him.
Harry turned to see a figure standing in the doorway.
“Professor Snape? What do you mean? My father was not a vampire. Someone would have mentioned it.”
“Come downstairs. We have a lot that needs to be discussed. I took the liberty of providing you a change of clothes, seeing as how your old ones no longer fit.”
Harry changed into the clothes provided. He stepped into the black trousers, buttoned up the deep green shirt, fastened the black with silver trimmed robes, slid his feet into the shoes, and then admired his reflection once again. *I clean up pretty good. I must remember to pick out my own wardrobe, however. I don’t want to look like I’m going to a ball all the time.*
Once presentable, Harry made his way downstairs. Upon entering the front room, he became aware of three bound, gagged, and crying individuals in the corner. A satisfied smirk crossed his face.
He turned towards his professor and noticed he wasn’t alone. Two cloaked and hooded figures were standing just behind Snape.
“What the FUCK is going on?”
“Ah, eloquent as always, I see. I suggest you have a seat. I have a lot to explain, but not much time. Right, now I suppose you wish to know what happened to you?”
“No shit.”
“Language! Well, now, let’s see. Yes, tonight you underwent the beginning of your magical maturity. As you know this begins at age 16 and slowly continues until your 17th birthday at which time you will be considered an adult. Most only feel a slight uncomfortable feeling for a few hours. Some, however, undergo a complete change. Usually those who change have creature blood in them and it is because that blood has decided to manifest. In your case, Vampirism.”
“How can I be a vampire?”
“Your father is a vampire.”
“No, my father died remember? And if he was a vampire I think somebody would have told me by now.”
“Yes, James Potter is dead, but he was not your biological father. The Dark Lord recently “acquired” some items which led to the discovery of a great deal of important information. He was able to remove several memory modifications, a few loyalty spells, and an assorted number of various spells needed to manipulate and control. Needless to say the truth has been enlightening.”
“Memory charms? I think I was under some of those, because I’m starting to regain some memories I know I did not have before.”
“You have? What sort of memories?”
“Well, right now I’ve only been getting bits and pieces of them. Most of them, however, seem to be from before I came to live here (gesturing to the home he was standing in), because I’ve seen my mother’s face in them.”
“Interesting.”
“Now, you’re saying that James Potter was not my father, right? And that my real father is a vampire?”
“Yes, we have proof of this and we will be happy to share it all with you, but first we need you get you out of here. Now-”
“NO!! I want you to tell me right NOW! I believe I deserve to know. Now, who is my father?’
“I really don’t think we have the time_”
Harry’s eyes flashed purple for a moment. “Don’t jerk me around. Now. Who. Is. My. Father?”
“Me! You arrogant brat!! Ok. Are you happy now? Me.”
“What? No way in hell. You? You’re my father?”
“Yes, now I promise I’ll explain everything, later. Right now we have to get you out of here. The Order plans to take you to the Burrow today. They would have came yesterday, however, it was decided that it would be safer if you came into your powers here at home. Dumbledore can’t wait to find out just how powerful you’ve become. They will be arriving shortly.”
“But you hate me?”
“A simple misunderstanding that we will clear up as soon as we leave this place.”
“What’s my name/”
“What-Oh. Um…Deimos Lucius Snape.”
“Deimos? Hmmm. What does it mean?”
“Fear.”
“I like it. Was my mother a Death Eater?
“Um. Yes. We were both members of the Dark Lord’s inner council. Why?
“I think pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place, but your right we are running out of time and we can talk about all this later.” Deimos looked around at the other men in the room. “Now, who the fuck are you?”
The two men slowly lowered their hoods revealing identical white, blond hair.
“Malfoy!”
“Deimos, calm down. They came to help get you out of here.”
“Why would they help me?”
“Because Lucius is your godfather. And Draco is my godson. They are family.”
“Oh, Merlin! This just keeps getting better and better.”
Deimos stood there in quiet contemplation. His whole world had just flipped upside down. He had a father. His father was his most hated teacher, Professor Snape. His parents were both Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was his godfather. And let’s through in the fact that he was now a blood thirsty vampire …Now that you mention it… I am getting a little hungry.*
*Deimos?”
*It’s just a lot to take in. You know if I already hadn’t decided to join the Dark Lord this would probably be harder.”
“WHAT!!!” the other men in the room yelled in unison.
“Oh yes. I had already realized that my life was royally fucked up and that Dumbledore was manipulating everything and everyone in it. In fact, I’d spent most of this summer studying the Dark Arts and how to fight.”
“Really? I’m impressed you had the mental capacity to figure all that out on your own,” sneered Draco.
“Now, Draco. Remember this is not Harry Potter that you fought with at school. This is Deimos Snape, your cousin. Do not confuse the two!” ordered Lucius.
“Yes, father. Dei I offer my sincere apologies.”
“Dei?”
“Yes, I had to shorten it somehow.”
“Ok. And I accept your apology. It’s bound to be confusing.”
“Alright. Let’s get going,” snapped Lucius.
“What about them?” Draco asked pointing at the bound figures of the Dursley’s.
“I’m going to eat them,” stated Deimos.
“What?” shouted Draco.
Severus snapped, “Draco, shut up. Deimos, I apologize. You’re right. You must be starving by now. Most newly awakened vampires must feed within the first hour. Lucius retrieve the other one from the kitchen.”
“Other one?” asked Deimos.
“We needed a body double for you.”
“Oh. Can I eat him too?” Deimos asked with a grin.
“If you’re quick about it. I’ll perform some glamour spells so that he looks like you used to.”
Deimos walked over to the huddle of Dursleys. His hunger was taking over and he had wanted to torture them a bit. He grabbed Dudley and held him down. He grimaced at the smells emanating from his soon-to-be-dead cousin. *He’s pissed himself.* The hunger took over, eyes flashed purple again, and he could wait no longer. The hunger took over and he sunk his fangs into the boy’s neck.
*Oh, the first sweet taste of blood.* thought Severus.
Deimos was soon intoxicated by the blood lust. Severus walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Son, you must stop before his heart does or you will follow him unto death.”
Deimos let go of the body and threw it across the room. He turned to the other two bound subjects basking in their fear.
“Are you hungry, father?”
“Why?”
“I just thought you would like my mother’s sister. She hated my mother more than anything and she took all that hate out on me.”
“Thank you, my son. I will get Lily’s revenge.”
Father and son moved towards the two on the floor.
“You will never again cause anyone in this family pain. I will make you feel just as much pain as I did,” Deimos told his former uncle, voice cold and sharp.
Snape grabbed Petunia, hoisted her to his mouth, and fed. When he was through, he callously threw her across the room to join her dead son.
Deimos, on the other hand, decided to torture Vernon. Instead of one deep, forceful bite he was biting him repeatedly. He had removed the gag so he could hear the screams. Deimos bit the large man over and over each bite shallow just to get the blood flowing freely. Soon, the screaming stopped. Deimos, stood and walked away leaving a large puddle of blood pooling on the floor beneath the body.
“Give me the boy,” Deimos ordered to Draco.
Draco handed the boy to Deimos. Severus and the Malfoys watched in shock as Deimos repeated the torture on the boy that looked so much like he had only hours ago.
“Harry Potter is dead.” Deimos announced once he was finished with the boy.
“Let’s go,” Severus motioned towards the door. The four walked in silence out of the wards.
“Morsmorde,” Deimos shouted and the Dark Mark was blasted into the sky.
“How in the hell did you know THAT!” asked Lucius grinning at Deimos.
“I told you I wanted to join,” he stated.
“So you did. Now, everyone grab this.” He held a sheet of parchment out to the others. Everyone grabbed hold, Lucius tapped it with his wand, and whispered, “Riddle Manor.” With that, the group disappeared.
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Next time on Lies...The Death of the boy who lived.
Author: Redneckmama
Rating: NC-17
Paring: HP/LV
Warnings: Dark fic, mention of rape, blood, gore, torture, slash, language, AU, OOC, Creature fic
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I do however wish I had them tied up and at my mercy.
Summary: Harry discovers his whole life has been a series of lies, even his name. When he finds out the truth, blood and tears will be all that is left behind. Dark!Evil!Harry, Evil!Manipulative!Dumbledore
WARNING!!! This chapter contains blood and torture. I warned you.
A?N-- Several people have had a few questions and so I’m going to answer them now.
1- In this story, magical maturity begins at 16. At 17 they are legally considered an adult. I reasoned that if they were to gain legal status at the same time as new, uncontrolled powers this could lead to many witches and wizards going to Azkaban for accidental magic.
2- I’m sorry the brief mention of rape bothered some people. Just bear with me there was a reason for this. Notice, however, I had the rape come at the hands of the inexperienced boy rather than the very large, mean, man.
3. Thank you to everyone who reviewed this story. It is so nice to hear your opinions.
Chapter One--Revelations
Harry glanced at the clock. 11:49. *one minute* the thought. He sat on his bed waiting for the moment his powers would mature. He’d read every book on the subject and knew it would be a little uncomfortable but not painful. He was not afraid. He would be ready. Accepting this change would alter his life forever.
11:50. A light began to glow from somewhere within Harry’s chest. He stood to look in the mirror. A blinding light was pulsing from his chest. He welcomed it and it grew and grew. A sound began buzzing in his ears. Pain erupted from all over his body. It felt as if needles were being stuck in every pore of his skin. His nose began to bleed, and he became very dizzy. The light flared and then everything went dark as Harry slipped into unconsciousness, and collapsed on the floor.
Harry awoke to a deathly quiet house. He stretched out his body and gasped at the pain. His entire body was stiff and sore. Cautiously, he opened his eyes. *How did I get on the bed? I distinctly remember collapsing on the floor. Wait! I can see! I don’t have my glasses on and I can see!* slowly, he sat up and looked around. *It’s light outside? Why aren’t I being beat for sleeping in? He stood up and took a moment to let the pain subside. Harry glanced in the mirror and stepped back in shock. *What the hell is going on* He studied his refelection for a moment.
He was taller than before, about 6’3’’ when before he’d been a paltry 5’6’’. His hair was longer, past his shoulders, darker and straighter than before. His skin, once sickly and sallow from malnutrition and lack of sun, now was flawless, glowing and perfect. His eyes, once the same bright green as his mothers, were now a deep emerald green with flecks of violet shot through them. His body, once thin, bony and emaciated, now was muscular, fit, and gorgeous. Overall, Harry was excited by these changes. He’d always been a little self-conscious before, but now he just felt confident.
Harry smiled at his reflection, then gasped in shock. Nestled behind his now full, pouty lips were a pair of extremely sharp fangs.
“Fangs!! Merlin! How in bloody hell is this possible? It can’t be. I must be dreaming. There is no way in hell that I am a vampire. How can I be a vampire?”
“Because your father is a vampire,” stated a voice from behind him.
Harry turned to see a figure standing in the doorway.
“Professor Snape? What do you mean? My father was not a vampire. Someone would have mentioned it.”
“Come downstairs. We have a lot that needs to be discussed. I took the liberty of providing you a change of clothes, seeing as how your old ones no longer fit.”
Harry changed into the clothes provided. He stepped into the black trousers, buttoned up the deep green shirt, fastened the black with silver trimmed robes, slid his feet into the shoes, and then admired his reflection once again. *I clean up pretty good. I must remember to pick out my own wardrobe, however. I don’t want to look like I’m going to a ball all the time.*
Once presentable, Harry made his way downstairs. Upon entering the front room, he became aware of three bound, gagged, and crying individuals in the corner. A satisfied smirk crossed his face.
He turned towards his professor and noticed he wasn’t alone. Two cloaked and hooded figures were standing just behind Snape.
“What the FUCK is going on?”
“Ah, eloquent as always, I see. I suggest you have a seat. I have a lot to explain, but not much time. Right, now I suppose you wish to know what happened to you?”
“No shit.”
“Language! Well, now, let’s see. Yes, tonight you underwent the beginning of your magical maturity. As you know this begins at age 16 and slowly continues until your 17th birthday at which time you will be considered an adult. Most only feel a slight uncomfortable feeling for a few hours. Some, however, undergo a complete change. Usually those who change have creature blood in them and it is because that blood has decided to manifest. In your case, Vampirism.”
“How can I be a vampire?”
“Your father is a vampire.”
“No, my father died remember? And if he was a vampire I think somebody would have told me by now.”
“Yes, James Potter is dead, but he was not your biological father. The Dark Lord recently “acquired” some items which led to the discovery of a great deal of important information. He was able to remove several memory modifications, a few loyalty spells, and an assorted number of various spells needed to manipulate and control. Needless to say the truth has been enlightening.”
“Memory charms? I think I was under some of those, because I’m starting to regain some memories I know I did not have before.”
“You have? What sort of memories?”
“Well, right now I’ve only been getting bits and pieces of them. Most of them, however, seem to be from before I came to live here (gesturing to the home he was standing in), because I’ve seen my mother’s face in them.”
“Interesting.”
“Now, you’re saying that James Potter was not my father, right? And that my real father is a vampire?”
“Yes, we have proof of this and we will be happy to share it all with you, but first we need you get you out of here. Now-”
“NO!! I want you to tell me right NOW! I believe I deserve to know. Now, who is my father?’
“I really don’t think we have the time_”
Harry’s eyes flashed purple for a moment. “Don’t jerk me around. Now. Who. Is. My. Father?”
“Me! You arrogant brat!! Ok. Are you happy now? Me.”
“What? No way in hell. You? You’re my father?”
“Yes, now I promise I’ll explain everything, later. Right now we have to get you out of here. The Order plans to take you to the Burrow today. They would have came yesterday, however, it was decided that it would be safer if you came into your powers here at home. Dumbledore can’t wait to find out just how powerful you’ve become. They will be arriving shortly.”
“But you hate me?”
“A simple misunderstanding that we will clear up as soon as we leave this place.”
“What’s my name/”
“What-Oh. Um…Deimos Lucius Snape.”
“Deimos? Hmmm. What does it mean?”
“Fear.”
“I like it. Was my mother a Death Eater?
“Um. Yes. We were both members of the Dark Lord’s inner council. Why?
“I think pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place, but your right we are running out of time and we can talk about all this later.” Deimos looked around at the other men in the room. “Now, who the fuck are you?”
The two men slowly lowered their hoods revealing identical white, blond hair.
“Malfoy!”
“Deimos, calm down. They came to help get you out of here.”
“Why would they help me?”
“Because Lucius is your godfather. And Draco is my godson. They are family.”
“Oh, Merlin! This just keeps getting better and better.”
Deimos stood there in quiet contemplation. His whole world had just flipped upside down. He had a father. His father was his most hated teacher, Professor Snape. His parents were both Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was his godfather. And let’s through in the fact that he was now a blood thirsty vampire …Now that you mention it… I am getting a little hungry.*
*Deimos?”
*It’s just a lot to take in. You know if I already hadn’t decided to join the Dark Lord this would probably be harder.”
“WHAT!!!” the other men in the room yelled in unison.
“Oh yes. I had already realized that my life was royally fucked up and that Dumbledore was manipulating everything and everyone in it. In fact, I’d spent most of this summer studying the Dark Arts and how to fight.”
“Really? I’m impressed you had the mental capacity to figure all that out on your own,” sneered Draco.
“Now, Draco. Remember this is not Harry Potter that you fought with at school. This is Deimos Snape, your cousin. Do not confuse the two!” ordered Lucius.
“Yes, father. Dei I offer my sincere apologies.”
“Dei?”
“Yes, I had to shorten it somehow.”
“Ok. And I accept your apology. It’s bound to be confusing.”
“Alright. Let’s get going,” snapped Lucius.
“What about them?” Draco asked pointing at the bound figures of the Dursley’s.
“I’m going to eat them,” stated Deimos.
“What?” shouted Draco.
Severus snapped, “Draco, shut up. Deimos, I apologize. You’re right. You must be starving by now. Most newly awakened vampires must feed within the first hour. Lucius retrieve the other one from the kitchen.”
“Other one?” asked Deimos.
“We needed a body double for you.”
“Oh. Can I eat him too?” Deimos asked with a grin.
“If you’re quick about it. I’ll perform some glamour spells so that he looks like you used to.”
Deimos walked over to the huddle of Dursleys. His hunger was taking over and he had wanted to torture them a bit. He grabbed Dudley and held him down. He grimaced at the smells emanating from his soon-to-be-dead cousin. *He’s pissed himself.* The hunger took over, eyes flashed purple again, and he could wait no longer. The hunger took over and he sunk his fangs into the boy’s neck.
*Oh, the first sweet taste of blood.* thought Severus.
Deimos was soon intoxicated by the blood lust. Severus walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Son, you must stop before his heart does or you will follow him unto death.”
Deimos let go of the body and threw it across the room. He turned to the other two bound subjects basking in their fear.
“Are you hungry, father?”
“Why?”
“I just thought you would like my mother’s sister. She hated my mother more than anything and she took all that hate out on me.”
“Thank you, my son. I will get Lily’s revenge.”
Father and son moved towards the two on the floor.
“You will never again cause anyone in this family pain. I will make you feel just as much pain as I did,” Deimos told his former uncle, voice cold and sharp.
Snape grabbed Petunia, hoisted her to his mouth, and fed. When he was through, he callously threw her across the room to join her dead son.
Deimos, on the other hand, decided to torture Vernon. Instead of one deep, forceful bite he was biting him repeatedly. He had removed the gag so he could hear the screams. Deimos bit the large man over and over each bite shallow just to get the blood flowing freely. Soon, the screaming stopped. Deimos, stood and walked away leaving a large puddle of blood pooling on the floor beneath the body.
“Give me the boy,” Deimos ordered to Draco.
Draco handed the boy to Deimos. Severus and the Malfoys watched in shock as Deimos repeated the torture on the boy that looked so much like he had only hours ago.
“Harry Potter is dead.” Deimos announced once he was finished with the boy.
“Let’s go,” Severus motioned towards the door. The four walked in silence out of the wards.
“Morsmorde,” Deimos shouted and the Dark Mark was blasted into the sky.
“How in the hell did you know THAT!” asked Lucius grinning at Deimos.
“I told you I wanted to join,” he stated.
“So you did. Now, everyone grab this.” He held a sheet of parchment out to the others. Everyone grabbed hold, Lucius tapped it with his wand, and whispered, “Riddle Manor.” With that, the group disappeared.
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Next time on Lies...The Death of the boy who lived.