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Truth is Out	By : AWiltedRoseSighs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 24034 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
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This story was originally going to be a one-shot, that had absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort. But after many, many, many edits, it became the Prologue. I don't have a firm Plot Line yet, and I don't know how long it will be before I update. Thank you all, for the wonderful reviews, I honestly wasn't expecting any. And to the lovely reader who found me on FanFic dot net, I squealed like a fangirl when I read your review on my story there. Enjoy.

Chapter One

When Harry appeared at his destination, he allowed himself to crumple to the ground, and to remain there for a moment. Then there was another crack and a pair of large hands wrapped themselves around his arms, and pulled him to his feet. “She has made her choice Harry, and now you have made yours.”

Harry’s emerald colored eyes raised to bore into the obsidians of his Professors. His confidante. His… friend. “I trusted her. She was the first person who made me want to be better.”

“Trust is a naivety that you do not have the luxury to divulge in as many people as you have.”

Harry heard approaching footsteps, yet he gazed into the black eyes still. “Is my trust in you one of these naiveties?”

Severus obviously heard the steps as well, since he did not raise his hand to touch the young man’s face as he wanted to. “No. Because I am one of the few people that you have placed your trust in, that is strong enough to protect it.”

“Severus, why have you brought the boy here?” Came a cold voice from a doorway.

Harry turned away from his teacher to look at the Dark Lord. “Sir, the boy has come on his own, with an answer to the… request.. that you gave him.”

The tall, pale man hesitated for a moment before motioning with his head, the hall behind him. “Wait for me in the library, I have business with Severus.” Harry nodded at both men, before walking down the hallway, sharing a look with the ruby eyed man as he passed, and continued on his way, without looking back. “Come Severus,” Voldemort said calmly, before leading Severus to his study. Voldemort sat behind the desk, leaving Severus to sit in the chair opposite him. “Why did you bring the boy?”

Snape bowed his head. “My Lord, I have already said that I did not bring the boy. He came because… someone did something stupid, and I came because you called for me. The fact that we arrived at the same time is purely coincidental.”

“Why were you with the boy?”

“I was at an Order meeting. The children were there for the dinner, since so many of them had parents in the order, and it was to be the last meeting before school started. His friend Granger slipped him a truth potion, and certain… secrets.. he had kept about his home life were revealed. When it wore off, he left.”

The snake faced man leaned back in his chair. “What secrets?”

Snape hesitated for a moment, not wanting to defy his master, but not wanting to betray the small amount of trust that he had been able to build up between him and the boy that he had vowed to protect. “Forgive me my lord. I… I won’t go into details. I will however say that he was heavily abused by his relatives.”

Long, pale white fingers knitted themselves together and red eyes gazed at them. “Would you like to stay for when I question the boy?”

“If you would allow my Lord.. I would rather leave. The Headmaster will be expecting my return, and I will probably be drawn into the search for the boy.”

Voldemort nodded. “How odd…” he murmured, almost lost in thought. “I called you here so that I could see if the boy had spoken to you of a wish to contact me.” Snapping back to where he was, he looked across the desk at the darkly clad man who was looking at him with thinly veiled curiosity. “You may go. Tell Dumbledore nothing of the boy being here.”

“What am I to say of why I was called My Lord?”

“Tell Dumbledore of the raid that some of the outer circle is being sent on, on the twelfth of September. Tell him that you think me to be over confident of the success of this mission.”

With Harry

Harry stood in front of a window that appeared to be facing a luscious garden, though if it really was, he didn’t know. He had seen the charmed windows in the Ministry when he had been there for his trial, and thus didn’t put much thought into whether or not the view was real. He didn’t turn when he heard the footsteps approaching him. “So Severus tells me-.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry muttered quietly, staring out at the possibly imaginary landscape. “I… I shouldn’t have come without permission.”

There was a pause before the man behind him answered. “Severus said that you were drugged, and that certain truths were revealed. He would not tell me what they were, but I would like you to.”

“Why haven’t you crucio’d me yet?” Harry asked suddenly, after it had been silent for a while. “I interrupted you, I’ve invaded your home, I’m-.”

Red eyes fell on drops that were coming from his arm. “You’re bleeding on the carpet.”

Harry looked down, and saw that, indeed there was a trail of blood running down his hand, and dripping off of his hands onto the carpet. “Wha? How did that happen?” He asked, as he swayed in the air, nearly falling over to the side. He heard a voice speaking to him, as if from the end of a very long tunnel that he was standing down.

The last thing that he heard before the world turned black was a quiet hiss. “Master?”

The Weasleys and Hermione had been moved to the Burrow after dinner, Sirius had kicked them out as soon as they were able to move. Arthur and Molly returned for the full Order meeting that was being held. “QUIET!” Bellowed Sirius, causing the gathered group to fall silent. “Let’s stop talking about these pointless frivolities! I want to know what will be done to find my Godson!”

“Sirius, sit.” Came Dumbledore’s voice from the head of the table. “We don’t need to search for Harry. Surely the boy will arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow with the other students.” Icy blue eyes moved from Sirius to the Potions Professor. “Severus, what did Voldemort want?” He asked, ignoring the flinches, and the heavy glare that Sirius was still directing at him.

“There is to be a raid on muggle settlements surrounding London on the twelfth of September. He did not mention what it was he was after, but he seemed… almost overconfident in the missions success.”

“How so?” Came the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

“Because as I was walking to the warded apparition point, I heard him laughing about it.”

“Potter, class ended ten minutes ago.” Came a voice from the shadows, and Harry looked up at him.

“Have you ever wondered why things happen the way that they do? Because I keep wondering why I had to make Cedric take the cup with me. It’s my fault that he is dead. He never did anything wrong, he didn’t shun me with the rest of the students when my name came out of that blasted cup. He didn’t hate me when I came out. He supported me as a friend, and what did I do to repay him? I got him killed.” Harry didn’t know where this was all coming from, but the words were slipping past his lips so quickly that he could not stop himself. “He was going to cast the sparks for himself, since I saved him from the acromantula, but I made him grab it with me. I feel this… overwhelming fear that my friends are going to be hurt, targeted because of me, and I am deeply concerned about it. Cedric was killed because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If Ron or Hermione were caught-.”

“If Granger was caught, it would have nothing to do with you, but rather the fact that she is muggleborns. Mr. Weasley is one of the many sons of a family that the Dark Lord had listed as blood traitors. They are already wanted. Being your friend just guarantees them a quick death, and not one clouded by torture.”

Harry looked into the eyes of his professor with a contemplative look. Then the clouds disappeared from his eyes, and he looked at him, as if for the first time realizing that he was there. “I’m sorry.” He hastily stood, and started shoving stuff into his bag. “I’m sorry.”

“If you ever need to talk, call me a Dungeon Bat in class.” Snape called, just as Harry reached the door, causing him to pause, nod, and then continue fleeing.
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