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Harry: (pours cold water on Blaze)

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Harry: sorry, didn't want to answer all nineteen reviews

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2

Of Snakes and Goblins

How am I going to get to this Diagon Alley?

That was the first question that came to Harry's mind when he woke up after talking with his adopted mother and his real mother. He was still a little hesitant about believing the people who spoke to him in his dreams, but he couldn't discount that they seemed to know why freaky things always seem to happen around him. Magic was pretty far-fetched in Harry's mind, mostly because he had been raised to believe that magic didn't exist.

They were so sure about it though, he thought, shifting in the cupboard beneath the stairs as he waited for his aunt and uncle, who, apparently, weren't even related to him, to wake him up so that he could fix them breakfast.

He wished he could just ask them to take him to this Diagon Alley but it was doubtful that they would do that. More likely, Vernon—Harry couldn't exactly call him uncle anymore, since he wasn't his uncle—would hit him and tell him that it didn't exist. Harry wanted to stay away from his uncle's fists for as long as possible.

The sound of someone moving on the steps sounded and Petunia's shrill voice sounded above. "Up! Get up! And get breakfast ready, boy!" She said angrily as the door to the cupboard unlocked.

Harry, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light, slowly made his way out of the room. His arm hurt but, for some reason, it had healed overnight. Harry guessed that it wasn't broken, even though it felt like it had been. Either that or magic could've done something. It was a thought anyway but Harry just didn't know. He still didn't exactly believe magic was real, despite his mother and adopted mother telling him it was.

Sighing, he got to his feet and made his way into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. He had just finished frying the bacon and was working on the eggs when Vernon and Dudley came into the kitchen.

"Boy, where's breakfast?" Vernon demanded.

"It's almost done, sir," Harry said quietly as he finished scrambling the eggs and began preparing the plates.

Vernon grunted but said nothing else.

Harry placed the plates in front of Vernon and Dudley before handing Petunia her own plate, as she only ate fruit and yogurt for breakfast. He then wandered over to the kitchen sink and began doing the dishes while he waited for them to finish eating. He wasn't allowed to eat with them after all.

After breakfast, Vernon went to work while Dudley plopped on the couch and started watching TV. Petunia glared at Harry. "Go and tend to the garden, boy," she said coolly before she walked over to the phone to call someone.

Harry finished washing the dishes and dried his hand. He made his way outside to the garden and knelt down beside. He began working with it, pulling out the weeds that had grown since he last tended to it and then turning on the hose to water it. He was so busy with the garden that he didn't notice the snake until it almost bit him.

Jerking his hand back quickly, Harry started at the small snake that was lying in the garden looking at him.

'Watch were you put your hand, sssmall one,' the snake hissed, lifting its head out of the flowers. Its voice sounded feminine.

Harry raised an eyebrow. 'I'm the sssmall one? You're sssmaller than me,' he hissed back.

The snake hissed before sliding forward. 'A ssspeaker? It hasss been a long while sssince I've come acrossss a ssspeaker,' she hissed.

'Ssspeaker?'

'Sssomeone like you. Sssomone who can talk to sssnakesss,' the snake hissed before she slithered across the ground and then, to Harry's surprise, touched her head to his hand. 'May I come with you, ssspeaker?'

Harry gazed at the little snake before shaking his head. 'I'm sssorry but my guardiansss won't let you ssstay. They'll jussst kick you out,' he hissed back softly.

'I am ssssmall asss you sssaid. They will not know I am there,' the little snake promised, tongue flickering out and Harry giggled as it ticked his skin.

"Boy!"

Harry looked up and the little snake immediately lowered herself into the garden to avoid being seen as Petunia walked out of the house to glare at him. "Yes, ma'am?" Harry asked.

"I'm going with Dudders and his friend to get a new game. Finish the garden by the time I get back or no supper for you. And when you're done, go to Miss. Figg's house. I will not have you alone in my house," Petunia said firmly.

"Yeah, like that'll be a change," Harry murmured.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Petunia sniffed as a car pulled up to the house. She and Dudley, who grinned and kicked Harry to where he fell into the garden—and nearly squashed the little snake but she slithered out of the way—before whining to Petunia.

"Mum, look what the freak did to your garden," he said.

Petunia glared at Harry as he picked himself out of the garden. "I'll let Vernon deal with you when he gets back," she growled before she and a smirking Dudley made their way to the car that was parked in front of the house.

Harry sighed, not at all surprised by what happened before he set about trying to fix as much of the garden as he could. He doubted it would matter but at least it wouldn't look bad. Besides, it gave him something to do since he wasn't allowed to do a lot of stuff in the Dursleys home.

He just wished there was some way he could find a way to Diagon Alley.

Why didn't my mother and my adopted mother tell me how to get to Diagon Alley? He wondered silently as he worked on fixing the garden, being careful to avoid hurting the little snake that was still coiled among the ruins.

The little snake suddenly slithered forward and Harry giggled when she slithered onto his arm. 'You wanna ssstay there?' he hissed.

'Yesss. That way I will not be in the way,' the snake hissed back.

'Okay. What do I call you? I'm Harry,' Harry hissed.

'Sssnakesss do not bother with namesss but you may call me Sssira,' the snake hissed back.

'Okay, Sssira,' Harry hissed before he went to work. (1)

. . .

Severus Snape was a complex man. He had been unsure of where his loyalties lied for years, until the moment of his cousin Acelina's murder. He knew that it had been Dumbledore who had murdered her and kidnapped her little baby boy, the Dark Lord's son, but he hadn't discovered that until after he had gone to Dumbledore, begging him to save Lily as the Dark Lord was going after her and her family. Lily still died and it wasn't long after that that Dumbledore told him about Acelina's murder.

"We need that child. Acelina refused to give him up but we needed him. He can, and will, be more powerful than his father and we can use him to defeat his father once and for all. Then, I will take care of him before he can grow into the next dark lord," Dumbledore had told him.

Severus had been horrified to learn that Acelina had been murdered by the light and that had shifted his loyalties back in favor of the Dark.

It wasn't that much of a step. The only reason Severus had switched his loyalties to Dumbledore was because he wanted to save Lily. However, he has always been a fan of the Dark Arts and the Dark Lord did have a lot of good ideas about reshaping the Wizarding World, at least until he became insane.

Thus, when the Dark Lord returned three years after his defeat and with more sanity than he had when he had been defeated, Severus returned to him willingly and not as a spy for Dumbledore. He proved this by not telling Dumbledore about the Dark Lord's return as he would have had he still been on the old coot's side.

How could he side with someone, or a side for that mattered, who murdered the cousin he saw as more of a sister, and then kidnap her baby?

The answer? He couldn't.

He still didn't even know what happened to the baby as Dumbledore still hadn't told him.

However, he still had to keep appearances up. The Dark Lord wanted him to remain as his spy on Dumbledore, which was why he was currently sitting in the headmaster's office, listening to him talk about the upcoming school year. Playing undercover as a teacher at Hogwarts was the best way he could do what his lord commanded of him.

"Severus?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes?" Severus said, pulling himself into the conversation that he had been tuning out. It was the same every year after all.

"There is something that I want you to do for me, once this meeting is over," Dumbledore said.

"Very well," Severus said calmly, keeping his face expressionless.

The meeting ended a few minutes later and the rest of the teachers left, leaving Severus alone in the office with the headmaster. Dumbledore leaned back in his seat as he studied Severus over half-moon glasses.

"Severus, I need you to go to Privet Drive," he said.

"Why?"

"I haven't received any reports from Arabella Figg and she is supposed to send me one once a month about young Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore. "But she hasn't sent one for this month."

"Perhaps she is just late," Severus said dryly. "Or she forgot."

"I sent her a reminder so she should not have forgotten. Just check in on her and on Mr. Potter while you're at it," Dumbledore said.

"Very well. I will go later today. I have to deliver some potions to St. Mungo's first though," said Severus.

"Very well. Just go before the end of the day."

Severus nodded curtly before he turned and strode out of the office, cloak billowing about his feet. He really didn't have a delivery to make to St. Mungo's, at least not one that needed to happen right way, but it gave him the perfect excuse to take his time going to Privet Drive and visit Malfoy Manor beforehand.

When he floo-traveled to Malfoy Manor, after visiting St. Mungo's and delivering the potions, Lucius met him in the living room. Lucius was a tall, aristocratic man with gray eyes and long blonde hair. He was also around the same height as Severus but had a cane in which was his wand.

"Severus," Lucius greeted him. "What brings you here?"

"I have something that I need to tell Tom," replied Severus.

"Now might not be a good time. He's not in a good mood."

Severus raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

"Turns out your cousin's son is alive," Lucius said.

"He is?"

"Yes and Tom just found out. Needless to say, he's furious."

Severus was relieved. If Tom knew about the boy being alive from other means then that meant that the Wizard's Oath Dumbledore forced Severus to take—he didn't completely trust Severus at the time—would be null and void. (2) "I should speak with him," he said.

"He's in the study," said Lucius.

Severus nodded and made his way upstairs to the study the Dark Lord had claimed for himself whenever he stayed at Malfoy Manor. Knocking on the door, he heard a come in and stepped into the study.

Tom Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort, was seated behind his desk, lips pressed together as he gazed at the parchments in front of him. He really didn't look much like he did when he had been defeated nine years earlier. He was in his late-twenties with short-cropped black hair and piercing crimson eyes set in a lightly tanned heart-shaped face.

Lifting his head, Tom gestured for Severus to come in. "What is it, Severus?" he said.

"Lucius just told me that you discovered that your son is alive." As usual, Severus was blunt and straight to the point. As he was, technically speaking, Tom's brother in law—the relationship was a bit more distant since he was only Acelina's cousin but since he saw Acelina as a sister, this relationship worked—he could get away with speaking this way when they were alone.

"Yes and some surprising information about him as well," Tom said. "Tell me, Severus, did you know?"

"I would have told you, my Lord, but Dumbledore forced me to swear a Wizard's Oath after he told me," said Severus.

Tom narrowed his eyes. "And did you also know that my son is also Harry Potter?" he asked.

Shock flared through Severus's body. "What?" he said dumbly, unable to comprehend the boy he swore to protect in Lily's name was his Lord's son.

"I will take your answer as a 'no'," Tom said and gestured to an armchair. "Take a seat, Severus."

Severus sat down numbly.

"As it turns out, my son was kidnapped after Acelina was murdered and given to a light family to take care of, the Potters. Last night, I was visited in my dreams by Acelina who told me about what happened and about how the Potters didn't know who the boy was when Dumbledore gave him to them. Earlier today, I also went to Gringotts to confirm it and it is true. The boy is my son."

"What will you do now?"

"I want you to visit the boy and determine what he has been told about me while Lucius will handle the legal matters to get the boy's custody transferred to me as discreetly as possible. I also want proof about my suspicions so find out how the boy is taken care of. The blood wards shouldn't affect you since you are family and you will not pose harm to the boy. And I am sure you can come up with a lie to tell Dumbledore should he be alerted to you entering the wards."

Severus nodded. "And what shall I do if he is being…mistreated?"

"This matter will need to be handled delicately, Severus. I do not doubt there are charms and such placed on or around the house to alert the old man should you try to take the boy away from the house and that would blow your cover. Just confirm my suspicions as best you can and we will go from there."

"Yes, my Lord."

Tom looked amused. "Don't call me that, Severus. We are family after all," he said.

Severus nodded. "Forgive me, I forgot," he said and stood up. "I need to go to Privet Drive anyway to run an errand for Dumbledore." He sneered out the name as though it was a curse.

"Then go," Tom said and returned his attention to the parchments on the desk while Severus left the office.

. . .

It wasn't that Harry didn't like Miss. Figg; he just didn't like how she acted around him, constantly asking him if he was all right and never doing anything when Harry tried to hint that he wasn't all right. She also had way too many cats.

Harry didn't mind cats, they were nice, but there was such a thing as too many cats.

"So how are you, Harry?" Figg asked as she handed Harry a cup of tea.

"Fine," Harry lied. In truth, he was exhausted from trying to fix the garden—it still looked like someone had fallen in it—and his injuries from the day before still ached; thankfully, they weren't as painful as they were in the morning.

"That's good," Figg said brightly and sat down on the couch.

One of the cats jumped onto the couch and promptly plopped herself on Harry's lap. Harry looked down at the black and white kitten that was gently butting his hand as if asking him to pet her. He did, causing the cat to purr.

"She likes you," Figg said softly. "She doesn't like anyone else, now that I think about it."

"I like her too," Harry said softly.

"If you want her, you can have her."

Harry shook his head. "The Dursleys would never let me keep her," he said, scratching the kitten's ears.

"Oh, well, she can stay here and can still be yours if you want. You can name her too," Figg said with a smile.

Harry continued to gaze at the cat before smiling. "I think I'll name her Star," he said.

Figg smiled.

A knock sounded on the door.

Figg stood up before walking over to the door and opening it. "Professor Snape? What are you doing here?" she asked.

Harry craned his neck to look over the couch at the tall, intimidating figure standing on the threshold. He had pale-skin and greasy black hair with a hooked nose and eyes the color of obsidians. He was also dressed entirely in black, which caused his pale skin to stand out a bit.

"The headmaster sent me to speak to you," Snape said.

"Okay, please come in. Harry, will you stay here while we talk?" Figg asked, looking at Harry.

Harry blinked at the two of them before nodding. "Okay," he said and watched as Figg and Snape entered the kitchen.

Curiosity overcame him and he got to his feet before moving toward the door, crouching beside him as the two adults began to speak.

"I'm assuming you're here because of Harry, right?" Figg said.

"Yes. The headmaster said that you were supposed to send him a report about the condition of the brat once a month and that you haven't this month," Snape said.

"Why should I bother? He never does anything about them. Severus, there's something wrong in that household and you just saw Harry. He's ten but he doesn't look it," Figg said.

"He does look rather small for his age," Snape admitted. "What do you know about how his relatives treat him?"

"Only what I've seen. Will you tell Dumbledore since he doesn't listen to me?"

"I will."

"All right. I've seen him outside working in the garden or shoveling snow out of the driveway during the winter starting when he was three years old. He also looks so thin and, whenever he stays here, he always hints at what is happening but never outright tells me. I've tried telling Dumbledore, since he's the only one who can help but he has done nothing so far. He keeps assuring me that it isn't that bad and that Harry will be fine. I just don't believe it, especially after seeing what his cousin Dudley does to him and his aunt and uncle do nothing to stop Dudley's bullying."

Figg paused as she ran out of breath before she added quietly, "I've also caught sight of a few injuries. Harry tries to hide them but I've noticed him limping and trying to avoid using his arm. He also winces every time he stretches or gets up but he still won't tell me anything. I just want to help him," she said.

"But you cannot because of Dumbledore," Snape said.

"Yes, because of those damn wards and because Dumbledore is Harry's magical guardian," Figg said.

"I see. Perhaps I can speak to the Dursleys about this matter. Petunia and I are…old acquaintances," Snape said.

"Would you?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Severus."

Harry hurried back to the couch, making it seem as though he never left, his mind spinning from what he had just learned. This Dumbledore person knew all along of what was happening to him and did nothing? And Miss. Figg tried to help but couldn't because of Dumbledore? It was a lot to take in.

Figg walked into the living room with Snape just behind her and looked through the window. "Looks like your relatives are home, Harry," she said.

Harry sighed. "I should get back then," he said, standing up.

"I will walk him back," Snape said. "I have to speak to Petunia anyway."

Figg nodded.

"Come along, Mr. Potter," Snape said, leading the way to the door.

Harry trailed after him, wringing his hands together as he followed Snape out the door and across the street. "Mr. Snape, sir, can I ask you something?" he said.

"What is it?" Snape asked emotionlessly.

"How do you know my Aunt?" Harry asked, deciding it wouldn't be a good idea to reveal that he had been eavesdropping.

"I was a good friend of your mother Lily," Snape said uncomfortably.

"You knew her?"

"Yes."

"Did you know Acelina too?"

Snape froze on the sidewalk and, for a long moment, said nothing. "Why do you ask?" he said finally.

Harry hesitated. He shouldn't be asking questions; it was one of the Dursleys' rules but he just had to know. Maybe this wizard—he was positive Snape was a wizard, based on what he overheard—could help him find Diagon Alley. He just hoped the Dursleys never found out about this.

"I had a dream last night," he said quietly. "Acelina and Lily spoke to me and told me some things that I don't believe and I thought if you know Lily than maybe you know Acelina." He didn't know why he didn't tell Snape about the fact that Acelina said she was his real mother, probably because he didn't have proof that she was.

Snape was silent. Then: "Acelina was my cousin," he said.

"Oh." Then maybe he can help me, Harry thought.

"What else did she tell you?" Snape asked, turning obsidian eyes to Harry.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the Dursleys household but no one was coming out or saying anything so he decided to just tell the wizard. "She said that I could find proof about what she told me if I could get to Diagon Alley and Gringotts," he said softly. "And I was…well, since you know her, I was wondering…" He trailed off, looking down.

Why in the world are you asking an adult for help? You know they can't be trusted, a little voice in the back of his head scolded him.

"You want me to take you to Gringotts to confirm what Acelina told you," Snape finished.

Harry said nothing.

"Unfortunately, I cannot do that. However, I believe I know someone who can," Snape said and Harry looked up hopefully.

The door opened before the boy could reply and Vernon strode out. "Boy, get inside now. You've got some…who the hell are you?" he demanded, glaring at Snape.

"Severus Snape. I am here to speak to you and Petunia," Snape said coolly.

"Oh you're one of 'em freaks, I see. Fine, get inside before the neighbors see," Vernon growled before striding back into the house.

Snape and Harry followed suit.

"You!" Petunia shrieked almost as soon as Snape stepped over the threshold.

Snape gave her a cool smile. "Good to see you again too, Tuney," he sneered as Harry quietly closed the door behind them.

"What are you doing here?" Petunia demanded.

Snape strode forward. "Keeping a promise I made nine years ago. I have heard a lot of what has happened in this household and I wish to confirm it."

"Has that boy told you something? Well, he lied. He's a good for nothing worthless lying freak," Vernon spat.

"On the contrary, it wasn't he who told me anything. It was Miss. Arabella Figg." Snape pulled out a stick before pointing it at Petunia. "Legilimens!"

Harry just stood there, not sure what was going on as Petunia froze, her eyes glazing over before she gasped and staggered back and Snape whirled around to glare at Vernon and hissed out ,"legilimens!"

The same thing that happened with Petunia happened with Vernon and Snape's face was white with fury when he finally stepped away from Vernon.

"How could you?" Snape snarled, obsidian eyes glittering with barely suppressed fury.

"He's just a freak. He got what he deserved," Vernon spat.

Snape's eyes flashed. "You are lucky," he said coolly, "lucky that I cannot do anything to you. Don't think you'll get away with this though."

"Don't you dare threaten me in my own home, freak," Vernon snarled.

Snape gazed coolly at Vernon before turning to Harry and murmuring something under his breath as he waved his wand over Harry. Harry was surprised by the wave of coolness that suddenly went over him and he gazed, wide-eyed, at Snape.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"It's a spell that will prevent the Dursleys from hurting you, in case they do not take my warning seriously," Snape said. "I have someone I need to speak to so I shall be going. I will contact that friend of my mine and see if he can take you to Gringotts."

Harry looked hopeful. "Thank you, sir," he said.

Snape inclined his head, glared coolly at the Dursleys and walked out of the household.

Vernon glared at Harry. "You little brat. Get to your cupboard and no food for you tonight," he hissed.

Harry didn't need to be told twice and scurried over to his cupboard, wincing as Vernon slammed it shut before he was fully in. He heard the click as the locks were put into place and then there was the sound of thudding feet and Vernon stormed away.

Sighing, Harry rested his back against the back of the cupboard. Magic is real, he thought. And I might just have a way to see if what my adopted mother and mother said is true. Oh, I hope it is, especially if it means being able to get away from the Dursleys.

. . .

Tom looked up from his parchments at a knock at his door. "Come in," he called and the door opened. A furious Severus Snape strode in, nearly slamming the door behind him as he walked.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "And how was your visit with the muggles?" he asked.

Severus growled out a few curses as he sat down. "Those bloody muggles," he hissed. "How dare they do that to a child?"

"What happened, Severus?" Tom asked.

Severus closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm down and then told Tom everything that he knew. By the time he was done, Tom, himself, was furious, so furious that his magic crackled around him and caused several items in the study to shatter.

"How dare they do such a thing to my son? Those filthy muggles!" he snarled. "They deserve a long and painful death for this."

Severus waited until Tom had calmed down before he said, "There's something else."

"Oh?" Tom, now calm, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it would appear Acelina didn't just appear to you last night. She and Lily also appeared to the boy. He wouldn't tell me what they told him but he said that he needed to get to Gringotts to confirm if what they said was true. I'm guessing they told him that Acelina was his mother and you were his father," Severus said.

"Possibly."

"As it would look suspicious if I took the boy away from the blood wards, I was thinking that perhaps someone else could go," Severus said. "If he knows the truth, he will be less likely to follow Dumbledore, especially since he knows Dumbledore did nothing to help him when he needed it." Though Harry didn't know it, Severus had known that he had been eavesdropping on his conversation with Arabella; he just didn't let on that he knew.

Tom looked thoughtful. "Yes, telling him the truth would definitely widen the wedge that has already been placed between him and the old man," he said. "I am still not sure what to do though. If I claim custody of him then I will be revealing myself. Dumbledore is the only one who knows my real name though, so he will be the only one who knows I am back." (3)

He seemed to be talking to himself so Severus just remained silent.

"If you want my opinion, my…Tom, then I suggest you claim custody of the boy. Dumbledore will not be able to contest it because you are, legally, his father and have a clean record, thanks to Lucius. And he is not stupid enough to announce that you are the Dark Lord as it is unlikely anyone will believe him, especially not the purebloods."

"Indeed," Tom said thoughtfully. "Your idea has merits, Severus. I will have to think about it more. For now, tell Lucius I wish to speak to him. He will be able to easily get through the wards because he will not pose a threat to the boy and he is distantly related to the boy, mostly because of that blood adoption."

Severus nodded. "And what shall I tell Dumbledore if he does know who enters the blood wards at any given moment?" he asked.

"Make up a lie," Tom said dismissively. "Just do not let out what we are doing. If Dumbledore figures out what is happening because of you, I will be most displeased." His voice was as cold as ice and his eyes held the promise of a painful punishment should Severus fail. Just because Severus was family didn't mean Tom would be lenient when it concerned the life and safety of his son. Severus knew that.

"I will make sure he doesn't find out what is happening, Tom," he assured the Dark Lord.

"Good, now send Lucius to me."

Severus nodded, got to his feet and left the office.

Tom rubbed his temples. Now what to do? Taking custody of the boy away from Dumbledore and the Dursleys will be easy enough, especially since I am the boy's father. However, doing so will be revealing my existence to Dumbledore. Even if Lucius is able to get the transfer in custody to go through without alerting Dumbledore, there will still be the fact that his name will be different when he goes to Hogwarts and Harry Potter will not show up. Unless, hmm. Tom trailed off in his thoughts as a plan began to form in his mind.

It's a long shot and it depends on whether Alex will be willing to go by the name his blood-adopted parents gave him. And there is also the fact that those damn muggles abused him to deal with, Tom thought.

A knock sounded on the door and Tom pulled himself from his thoughts before calling for the person to enter. Lucius walked into the office before inclining his head in greeting. "Tom," he said politely.

"Lucius. Tomorrow, there is something you need to do for me."

"What is it?"

"Go to Privet Drive tomorrow and escort my son to Gringotts so that he can see his family tree," Tom replied, writing on a parchment, rolling it and handing it to Lucius. "This will allow you act on my behalf with the goblins, specifically Silverclaw."

"Very well. If I may ask though, Tom, why me?" Lucius asked, taking the scroll.

"Because you and Severus are the only ones I trust enough to be anywhere near my son at the moment and Severus cannot go for obvious reasons," replied Tom.

Lucius nodded. "Very well," he said before he left the office upon being dismissed by the Dark Lord.

Tom returned his attention to his desk as his mind went back to his plan and he began working out how, exactly, to do it without repercussion that could set back his plans for the Wizarding World as a whole.

. . .

True to Snape's words, whenever Vernon tried to hit Harry, it would be deflected. It got to the point that Vernon just stopped and sent Harry to his cupboard without food, as was what happened all throughout the next day. Harry had just cooked breakfast and lunch for Vernon, Petunia and Dudley, did some chores around the house and was then sent back to his cupboard.

After dinner that day, Vernon turned to Harry. "You are to go straight to your cupboard after you're done with the dishes," he said firmly.

"Yes sir," Harry said softly, not taking his eyes off the dishes he was washing.

There was a knock on the door.

"Boy, get the door," Vernon growled and Harry, drying his hands, moved over to the door before opening it.

Standing on the doorstep was a man with blonde hair and gray eyes dressed casually in black with a cane topped with a skull. "Hello, you must be Mr. Potter," the man said in a smooth voice.

"Uh, yeah," Harry said uncertainly.

"Who's at the door, boy?" Vernon demanded, lumbering over to Harry.

"Hello, I am Lucius Malfoy. I'm here to escort Mr. Potter to Gringotts," the blonde man said calmly, coolly.

"Another freak? Get out of my house," Vernon snarled.

Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow. "Charmed to meet you as well, Mr. Dursley," he said dryly. "Come, Mr. Potter, we shall leave now as I believe I have overstayed my welcome."

Harry hesitated. "Are you Mr. Snape's friend?" he asked.

"I am."

Harry was still hesitant but he nodded. He wanted to confirm if what his mother and adopted mother said was true and this was his best chance at doing so. "Okay," he said softly and followed Malfoy out of the house.

Vernon glared at them and slammed the door shut behind them.

"They certainly are delightful people," Malfoy said sarcastically as he studied Harry. "Hmm, you have your mother's eyes."

"I do?"

Malfoy nodded. "We're going to sidelong apparate. Grab hold of my arm and don't let go," he said and Harry did as he was told before they were gone from Privet Drive.

It felt as though Harry was being sucked through a tube and, by the time it was done, Harry felt about ready to collapse.

Malfoy didn't look the least bit winded; not even a hair was out of place. He waved his wand and his clothes were replaced with black robes before looking at Harry, wrinkling his nose. "We will need to do something about that…clothing of yours," he said with a sneer.

"I don't have anything else, sir, or any money," Harry said timidly.

Malfoy scoffed. "Your father will ensure that you get proper clothing that is better than those muggle rags. Until then…" He pulled his wand from his cane and waved it and Harry's eyes widened as his clothing shrank to fit him. Malfoy then pointed his wand at Harry's forehead before murmuring something else.

"There, now no one will know who you are," Malfoy murmured.

"Who I am? What do you mean?"

Malfoy looked at him with a raised eyebrow and Harry looked down.

"Sorry, sir, I know I'm not supposed to ask questions," he said quietly.

"Bloody muggles," Malfoy muttered. "Come, we don't have much time. Let's go."

He led the way out of the darkened area they had arrived in and toward a snow-white building that rose up at the other end of the alley. Harry was staring, wide-eyed, at everything that lay around him; men and women in robes and pointed hats, toads and other animals in the windows and various other things. It was amazing.

When they reached the snow-white building, Harry stared at the short, peach-skinned creatures that guarded it. "What are they, sir?" he asked, unable to stop himself and he looked down, hoping the man wouldn't get mad.

"They are goblins," Malfoy said calmly as he led the way into the bank and toward one of the tellers with Harry trailing after him.

"Yes, what do you need?" one of the goblin's said.

Harry gulped as he looked at the goblins. "Umm," he began, swallowing.

"He'd like to see his family tree," Malfoy said impatiently, though Harry didn't know if it was because of him or not.

"I see, Mr. Malfoy. Are you his guardian?"

"I am acting on behalf of his father," Malfoy said, pulling out a scroll from his robes and handing it over.

He knows my father? Harry thought.

The goblin looked at it before nodding. "Very good, sir. Silverclaw!"

Another goblin came around before taking the scroll the first goblin handed him. "Very well, Mr. Malfoy, follow me," the goblin said, rolling up the scroll.

"Come along," Malfoy said without looking at Harry who quickly scurried after him as he strode after the goblin.

When they entered another room, Silverclaw sat down behind a table and Malfoy gestured toward one of the chairs in front of the desk. Swallowing, Harry moved to it uncertainly.

"Now then, I will need a few drops of your blood in order to know for sure who you are," Silverclaw said.

Harry gulped, eyes wide. "J…Just a few drops, r…right?" he stammered out.

"Yes," Silverclaw said.

"Uhh, okay, but how do I do that?"

Silverclaw held out a dagger. "Just prick your thumb with this," he said.

Harry took the dagger and did as he was told, letting a few drops fall onto the parchment that Silverclaw held out before handing the dagger back. Malfoy pointed his wand at the small wound before murmuring under his breath and the wound closed.

On the parchment, a family tree began to sketch itself on the parchment. Silverclaw rolled it up until it came to Harry's name. Harry stared wide-eyed at the parchment before looking at the goblin and then at Malfoy and then back at the goblin.

"So, my real name's Alexander?" he asked.

"Yes," Silverclaw said.

Harry looked at Malfoy. "My father's really alive?" he whispered.

"Yes," Malfoy said calmly.

Harry looked hopeful. "Does he know? Will he come and get me?" he asked.

"We are working on that at the moment. It will take some time to get everything settled but I have no doubt your father will do everything in his power to get you back," Malfoy said. "Now, come, we should get you back to your relatives." He sneered out the last word derisively.

Harry nodded slowly and followed Malfoy and the goblin who led the way out of the room.

. . .

1: Though she isn't seen for the rest of the chapter, remember Sira. She will come back.

2: Well, this is my own theory since I have no idea what would happen if information that one is bound by a Wizard's Oath to not say to a specific person is then found out by said person through other means. If this isn't true then oh well. It just means that I'm twisting canon a little to make it work.

3: I have no idea if this is true or not but it is for my story 'cause it works with the plot I'm working out.

. . .

A/n what do you think?

Blaze: well, that was chapter 2. Man, it took me a lot longer to finish this chapter than I thought it would. And I had to rewrite it because I didn't like how the first draft was coming along

Darth: I didn't mind it, though Malfoy seems out of character

Blaze: oh believe me, I know. I just figured that Malfoy was staying on Harry/Alex's good side 'cause he's the Dark Lord's son and all that and I think I made him a bit OOC as a result. Ah well. I did warn everyone that there would be OOCness

Darth: I liked it though

Blaze: you already said that

Harry: so what's going to happen next?

Blaze: uhhhhhh, I honestly don't know (looks through notes) wait, I don't have notes for this story (thinks real hard) probably Harry and his real father meeting and then going about what Tom decides to do and all that

Harry: what's gonna happen to the Dursleys?

Blaze: that won't come until after everything is finalized with the custody transfer and all that

Harry: cool

Blaze: next chapter is likely to be from Tom's, Harry's, Severus's and the idiot's (I mean Dumbles's) POV

Harry: cool, when's the next chapter coming out?

Blaze: considering how long it took me to type this chapter. I'm saying the first or second week of January

Harry: wow

Blaze: tell me about it. Huh, I just realized something

Harry: what?

Blaze: this month is my seventh anniversary on Fanfiction and I didn't even realize it! I did update two stories on my anniversary though (Shadow Rise and Battle Born). Huh. Can't believe I forgot my own anniversary on Fanfiction (pouts)

Harry: (hands Blaze chocolate cream pie with Happy Seventh Anniversary on Fanfiction written on it in vanilla icing) from all of the fandoms you have written in since you started writing on Fanfiction

Blaze: (perks up) yay! Thanks! (Takes chocolate cream pie and starts eating it) Please review as they are much appreciated