The Danger of Truth

Chapter 2: There is Danger in Truth

 

 

In a beautiful Manor that overlooked acres of well tended to land, a man with cold-grey eyes was nervously pacing his drawing room. He had received word that his Master was coming to see him. This was a highly unusual occurrence, as the Dark Lord always summoned his Death Eaters to him and never, so far as Lucius could remember, visited them. Although there had been talk amongst them years ago, that Voldemort had visited Severus Snape at his Castle, but then Severus had been Voldemort’s second and they had quite close…at least as close as you could be to the Dark Lord.

Suddenly from behind him the fire roared loudly which meant someone had just arrived via Floo powder. Lucius felt the Mark burn on is arm and he immediately turned and dropped to his knees.

“Lucius.” Voldemorts high, cruel voice said as Lucius crawled over and kissed the hem of his robes. “Stand.” He commanded and Lucius complied.

“My Lord.” He said in greeting. Voldemort surveyed him with a mixture of coldness and amusement.

“You are surprised that I have come to see you Lucius.” Voldemort said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Yes my Lord.”

“I have very important things to discuss with you Lucius, as you are the most competent out of all my servants…although that is saying something.” Voldemort said coldly.

“Important things my Lord?” Lucius asked, ignoring the urge to argue that he was the best and most loyal Death Eater Voldemort had ever had.

“Yes Lucius, it concerns Harry Potter.”

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How Harry managed to get out of the Loft and back to his room was a complete mystery to him, but somehow he had done it. He was now sitting on his bed staring into space, going over everything in his mind.

Tom Marvolo Riddle was his Grandfather? It just couldn’t be possible…there was no way he could be related to Voldemort!

‘Oh but it’s so obvious!’ A nasty little voice said in the back of his mind. It was that voice that always had a habit of showing up when he was trying to convince himself of something. ‘What was the Sorting Hats first choice of House for you? It was Slytherin and you’re a Parselmouth…Riddle said in your second year that the two of you were probably the only two to come to Hogwarts since Salazaar Slytherin himself!’

‘NO!’ Harry thought angrily. ‘Dumbledore told me that Voldemort transferred some of his power to me when he tried to kill me.’

‘Dumbledore was lying!’ The voice continued. “He said in your first year that the truth can be a beautiful but terrible thing and it should be treated with great caution.”

Harry thought about this. Could Dumbledore have lied to him to protect him from the truth? No, it just wasn’t right…because then there would be so much that would have been hidden from him. Being Voldemorts grandson meant that he was Heir of Slytherin, and his mother wasn’t a Muggle but a Pureblood, which meant he was as well.

‘Anyway,’ Harry shot back at the voice, ‘In my first year when I looked in the Mirror of Erised I saw all my family…there were people with Green eyes, just like my mum’s.’

‘The Mirror of Erised shows you your hearts desire and that doesn’t mean that what you see in there is accurate…it’s just what you want to see. You wanted to see all your family, so in the mirror that’s what you saw…except none of it was real.’ The voice said and Harry felt his stomach churn. He knew in is heart that the voice was what he truly believed, not that what he believed was always right, but at the moment this ‘new’ truth was starting to sound more convincing than what he had previously believed. If this was true did it mean that Sirius and Lupin had also known? Had more people known? Why had no one told him? Did they think that he couldn’t handle it…after everything he had been through?

Harry shook his head violently; these kind of paranoid thoughts weren’t helping him at all. He had to push all the bad thought and the anger he was feeling down, until he found out the truth. He needed to speak to someone…he needed to speak with Dumbledore.

He got up off of his bed and made his way over to his desk. He was going to write to the Weasleys and ask Ron’s dad if he could arrange for him to meet with Dumbledore. Uncle Vernon had agreed that summer to let Hedwig fly around so that she wouldn’t make to much noise, like she would if she was stuck in a cage.

Harry wrote the letter and then handed it to Hedwig, who was regarding him silently. She clasped it in her beak and flew off out of the window. There was nothing Harry could do now, except wait and see what would happen.