Lies Told and Assumed: A post HBP Snarry

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Ginny would not be allowed boyfriends and Draco would be homosexual as I don’t I’m simply borrowing J.K. Rowling’s characters and wish to not be sued. Thanks.

Summary/Story History: A story originally started the day after HBP came out but destroyed during the Great Computer Crash of 2005 (see profile for details). Lies Told and Assumed follows Harry four months after the end of HBP and continues until the Dark Lord is finally vanquished.

A/N 1: And to those who are/were reading my Draco mpreg fic- which I know a lot of you were- I am indeed working on re-writing the conclusion. It’s difficult and frustrating to remember all of it, give me at least another week-two weeks. As for my other Draco story (see profile).

A/N: 2 Also- if you recognize this plot- I swear I did not steal it- although I’ve read some I haven’t read many post-HBP Snarries and therefore unlikely to have run into many.

A/N 3: I read the old version so many times that I do believe this is rather similar so it was easy to write within a short time frame (a few hours) but is most likely a victim of my atrocious grammar. Sorry.


The Dark Lord Voldemort was reclining in his deep purple chair by the warm fire and sipping a cup of chicken broth; it was only mildly appetizing but soothing to his recent bout of asthma all the same. He sniffed the air and could smell the Dark One approaching but it wasn’t until the acrid smell of lemons tempted to destroy his sinuses did he speak. “You have news?” Voldemort asked most impatiently.

“Yes, My Lord,” Said the Dark One with an air of haughtiness, “The Seer says the Boy is coming.”

“Good.” Voldemort’s thin lips formed what resembled a smirk. He had only just acquired the Seer and it had proven to be well worth the trouble for though the Seer wasn’t all that brilliant on her own, while under the Imperius and with regular shots of the Clarity Potion she was spot on in her predictions. “Anything else?!”

“No.” The Dark One said.

“Then leave me, I will announce when I want you.” And so the Dark One left his Lord to his musings and, of course, his chicken broth.


Meanwhile not very far away a skinny boy of age 17 was climbing his way up a the side of a rocky and particularly disagreeable mountainside. He was soaking wet and his normally unruly hair was flattened against his scalp and covering the scar which made him famous. His head hurt, his legs were sore, and he could not use the magic he was so accustomed to- something about the mountainous land prevented his wand from working properly- yet he still trudged on as this boy was on a mission thanks to a very convenient piece of parchment.

The boy had come across the parchment in a very odd way, indeed. For he had been simply walking along Diagon alley with his two best friends when a gust of wind caused it to came soaring towards him. “Harry please,” the boy‘s best female friend, Hermione Granger had said once they realized what the parchment was, “it’s too dangerous. For all we know it’s a trap!” “Oh come off it Hermione,” Said her boyfriend and Harry’s best friend Ronald Weasley, “It’s our one big chance! How often is some stupid Death Eater going to accidentally let the instructions to You-Know-Who’s hide-out get away from him. I mean, it’s most likely a coincidence. It has been rather windy today hasn’t it-” “No! It hasn’t Ronald,” Hermione had snapped, “It hasn’t been windy at all, and I doubt if it was truly an accident that the parchment was separated from its owners that WE of all people would not have been the ones to find it. It‘s a trap Harry, I know it is.”

Harry had humored Hermione and let her believe she had convinced him it was a trap and that he was not going to look for Voldemort, but late that night after a lengthy discussion with Ron, who declared “Why it’d be crazy to pass up a chance like this, you know it won’t happen very often- I only wish I could go with you” Harry decided that it was indeed going to be his best chance at catching Voldemort by surprise, for surely it would be a dangerous thing for a Death Eater to do to tell Voldemort he had lost such a sensitive document.

Of course Hermione most certainly knew of his voyage by now-for it had been nearly a fortnight since Harry had left the homey protection of the Burrow, and Ron could keep nothing from his girlfriend for THAT long- and she would be sick with worry. For that Harry felt sorry but he knew that it had to be done because as Ron had said a chance like this was not going to happen often and he convinced himself that once Voldemort was dead it wouldn‘t matter that he hadn‘t listened to her and she would forgive him and be glad he hadn’t listened as after all she had helped immensely in the discovering and destroying of the Horcruxes- which of course were the things disabling Voldemort from dying a mortal‘s death- and what would have been the point of all her hard work if once given the chance Harry did not try to kill the Dark Lord.

Although admittedly the destroying of the Horcruxes had not turned out to be quite as difficult as Harry, Ron, and Hermione had thought. They had expected something much more than the treasure hunt in which the quest for the Horcruxes turned out to be, after all it had taken Dumbledore nearly a year to destroy one of them. He cringed slightly in pain upon thinking of the kindly old man who had treated Harry as a son and had been murdered by one he trusted so dearly.

Harry heaved himself heavily upon the thick rock making up the top of the mountain and with a surge of adrenaline in seeing a dark shabby hut less that a league away he trudged forward. His mind was set. He was glad he had not taken Hermione’s warnings seriously for now that he saw the little house he knew that he was going to get his revenge; his revenge on Voldemort, and if lucky on Wormtail, if luckier on Bella, and if Merlin was on his side on the traitors Severus Snape too.


Voldemort had his eyes closed and was dreaming of lime-key pie when he was abruptly spoken to by the Dark Man. “My lord, you would want to know that the Boy has reached us. He is…attempting…to break in.”

Voldemort laughed slightly, “well let him have his fun….but stay out of the way until you are ordered otherwise.”

“Are you sure that is wise?” Said another voice from the threshold, this voice belonged to a tall man whose voice was slow with age.

“Of course!” Voldemort snapped.
“He has escaped from you before,” the older voice said in a tone of amusement.

“He had help before! There is no one left to help him now. And his silly wand won’t effect mine anymore, not since Ollivander ‘fixed’ it and might I remind you I am the one in charge here- not you.” Voldemort seethed.

“Whatever you say, my lord,” the man with the old voice said with a smirk and he and the Dark Man left.


It took what felt like a lifetime, and Harry was quiet sure he made enough racket that even those on the other side of the mountain range would be able hear. Much to his displeasure it had been a simple alohamora spell that opened the door, he had used it only as a last resort assuming that his wand was still on the blink but apparently this part of the land allowed magic. The house seemed completely uninhabited, it was cold, dusty, and smelt of mold yet Harry was positive that it was the right place and he knew Lord Voldemort was somewhere within the shabby little house. Harry’s heart thumbed wildly, he felt as if he was being watched, and his scar prickled slightly but his Gryffindorish attributes- both stubbornness and bravery- let him go forth.

Slowly he climbed the rickety old stair case; water was still dropping from his sopping hair unto his shoulders and the chill of the empty house made him shiver as he hadn‘t even done in the cool night air. His bravery had began to dwindle by the time he reached the second floor landing and when he saw a distinct glow coming from a room not to far away it was replaced with fear. Harry’s instincts told him he’d find his enemy there and though it was a terrifying thought it was rewarding as well. So, ever so slowly, Harry made his way towards the fire-lit room. He could see Voldemort sitting in a velvety purple chair, his head back, eyes closed, and long deathly white fingers curled around a mug but Voldemort gave no since that he noticed Harry coming and it wasn’t until Harry had reached the threshold to the room that Voldemort stirred.

“My, my, my why if it isn’t Harry Potter.” Said Voldemort in a mocking tone, his slit-like red eyes glowing.

Harry wanted to say something intelligent but the sight of the Dark Lord made his insides freeze in anger and as he didn‘t want to prolong his moment of triumph he simply pointed his wand at Voldemort’s heart and yelled, “AVADA KADAVRA!” A ray of green light shot out of the end of Harry’s wand, hit Voldemort, and then died. Voldemort however remained quite unharmed and looked slightly amused.

Harry gaped. Surely ‘Avada Kedavra’ should have worked. Voldemort began to laugh and he beckoned Harry closer. Perhaps because he was in such shock he did not know what he was doing or perhaps because he simply didn’t know what else to do Harry obeyed.

“You-I-” But the Horcruxes! Harry told himself. He had destroyed the Horcruxes! Destroying the Horcruxes was supposed to allow Voldemort to die! Harry realized his mouth was hanging open and decidedly closed it and looked upon his enemy fixedly.

Voldemort’s eyes were shinning brightly and his lips curved into a smile. “I have a surprise for you Harry” He said simply. Harry was about to retort when as if on cue a very familiar looking man stepped to Voldemort’s side.

Harry‘s mouth dropped open once again. The Dark Man smiled kindly at him and finding his voice Harry stuttered, “S-S-S…”

“The name’s Sirius, Harry.” Said the Dark Man “surely you haven’t forgotten your Godfather in such a short amount of time.”

“But-But you fell- you fell through the veil!” Harry said incredulously.

Sirius chuckled, “you think a raggedy old Ministry curtain could kill me?! And here I thought you admired me.”

“I-I do! Did! I mean do! I mean- Sirius what’s going on?”

“Why, isn’t that obvious Harry?” Said another familiar voice which was even stranger, if possible, to hear than his Godfather’s.

Harry whipped around, “D-DUMBLEDORE?! YOU-YOU’RE ALIVE!”

“Quite so Harry.” the man with the old voice, Dumbledore, smiled- his eyes twinkled as they always did.

“Brilliantly observed.” Sirius said.

“I-I-WHAT?!” Harry screamed.

“Calm down, young Potter.”

“But-I-I destroyed the Horcruxes!”

“So you’ve said,” Voldemort grinned.

“Did I?” Had he said that allowed? Yes, he had.

“Adorable isn’t he?” Sirius said admiringly.

“I-” But before Harry could comprehend what was happening Dumbledore spoke again. “Ah, Harry, always been slow on the uptake, well let me explain. You see…Voldemort has done more than any other to become immortal”

“I know that!” Said Harry impatiently.

“Indeed, well once-upon a time he very much thought his Horcruxes to be his best chance in succeeding in his quest but as he grew older he realized there was much more efficient ways of becoming immortal and as it is obvious using the Horcruxes left him unattractively pale and when he rose again it became clear to him that it was unwise to keep using them and decided that having them destroyed and calling his fragmented soul back to him he’d be much better off. Well the task of finding the Horcruxes, as of course you know, is an unpleasant one and though he could have used one of his Death Eaters to do it he found it much more amusing to have you do it.”

“The Dark Lord does have an unusually morbid sense of humor,” Said Sirius.

“You’re not the real Dumbledore!” Harry said defiantly.

Dumbledore chuckled again, “Yes, well believe what you will but it is true that I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Do you need proof? Watch….Fawkes!” And out came the red and gold phoenix Harry had seen lamenting at Dumbledore’s funeral four months previous. “Where did you think he went to after the funeral…he was not sad…he was joyful…for he knew he no longer had to pretend…to hide his true nature. “

“He has come quiet good friends with Nagini,” Voldemort said from the chair where he was still resting.

“Fawkes,” Harry cried for he knew that Fawkes would never fawn over a fake-Dumbledore. Sirius began to hum as if bored while Dumbledore and Voldemort watched Harry closely. And suddenly Harry was not confused but rather angry and hurt. “YOU’RE THE LEADER OF THE ORDER!”

“Oh, yes. It was a good position to play whilst Voldemort got things settled, and it was nearly time for me to show the world my true colors when YOU had to come along. You set back everything! And how I hated you for it, I had to work for years to revive Voldemort again and then being as meddlesome as your parents you ruined all again in your first year! I was desperate and about to give up when Wormtail found his way back to Voldemort, thankfully.”

“But, you’re the only wizard Voldemort’s ever feared! How-how can you be a Death Eater?” And Harry now felt hot tears rolling down his cheek.

“I am not a Death Eater Harry,” Dumbledore laughed, “You see, though the Death Eaters follow Voldemort, Voldemort belongs ME!” and he rolled up the sleeve of his arm to show a vile and grotesque looking griffin which he touched with the tip of his wand and movement from the other side of the room made Harry turn to see Voldemort clutching his arm and hissing in pain.

“This doesn’t make sense! Sirius-I-SIRIUS! Are you hearing this.”

“Yes Harry, I know, quiet confusing, I was confused too, at first, although it was nearly twenty years ago that I found out so forgive me if I’m not so forgiving.” Sirius said. Harry’s ears were pounding, his head felt light, and he was almost certain that he was dreaming.

Voldemort laid his mug upon the floor and silently called for someone else to step into the light.

“Yes, my lord.” came another familiar voice and from behind the shadows came a tall thin man, with greasy black hair, and a long hooked nose; Severus Snape.

“You! You killed Dumbledore!” Harry shrieked his eyes widening at the sight of his old Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Dumbledore and Voldemort began to laugh with mirth. Sirius smirked, and Snape looked downright downhearted. “Actually…” Dumbledore chuckled but was cut off by Sirius sighing “I’m Bored.”

“As am I,” said Voldemort decidedly, “I had wanted to ‘play’ with you but as you’ve chosen such a late hour to arrive I think I will just kill you and then retire to bed. Any last words?”

Harry said nothing so with a shrug in Dumbledore’s direction Voldemort directed his wand at Harry and said “Avada Ka…”

Fortunately for Harry, who was frozen in disbelief, Voldemort was wrong in saying there was no one left to help him for at that moment Severus Snape did the unexpected. So unexpected in fact that the two greatest wizards in the world would never have guessed and as such only blinked stupidly when he did it.

Severus, with sped of a gazelle, hurtled toward Harry grabbed him by the shoulder and port-keyed them out of the room.

Harry felt himself fall hard to the ground, his ex-professor sprawled on top of him. So surprised and confused and in so much pain from the abrupt landing Harry could do nothing but blink at Severus (who was getting to his feat and picking Harry up by the sleeve) for a moment before fainting.


A/n: It went fast and ended abruptly but it is naught but the beginning. So, Please Review. It makes me giddy. Lol. It’s funny cause it’s true. And don’t worry, I promise not to over-do the Author Notes next time.