The Real Truth
Series 4 Chapter 14Harry clipped on the fastenings to his dueling robes. He walked into his bathroom, casting up his old Harry Potter glamour that Dumbledore had forced on him. It didn't matter who saw him, he was giving himself away anyway, besides if anyone saw him he could say that it was a glamour, which it was. Once he was done he walked out to wait for Hermione. When the girl came out her hair was up in a high ponytail and she had on dueling robes that matched Harry's.
"You look professional." Harry commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Remove the glamour from your hair real quick."
Harry waved his hand, lifting the glamour, "Why?"
"Because." Hermione pulled a hair tie from her wrist, Harry immediately pulled away.
"You are not putting my hair up." He told him.
"C'mon. You've had it up before. Besides, now when you drop your glamour and someone sees you, you'll have something to claim that it wasn't actually you. No one knows you to dress like this, much less own robes aside from your school ones, and if you had the ponytail on top of that it'll be easier to claim that it's someone else."
Harry bit his lip, "Fine, but you owe me."
Hermione scoffed, "Oh please, just admit it, you want to look identical."
Harry crossed his arms as Hermione began putting his hair up into a ponytail just like hers. When she was done Harry conjured up a mirror, the only difference between them was their eyes. Harry's were an electrifying green, the same color as the killing curse, while Hermione's were more of an emerald green, though if you really looked into them you could see a hint of the electric color.
"Now let's go." Hermione said, pulling Harry's arm.
Harry quickly put his glamour back into place and followed Hermione out and down to the apparition room, only inner circle members would be going so they had no need to go to Riddle Manor.
"You ready?" Bellatrix asked as soon as they entered.
Harry laughed at how excited the witch was, she was practically bouncing on her toes, "Ready as ever Bella."
Voldemort cleared his throat at the front of the room, "Do you all remember your tasks?"
Everyone nodded.
"Hadrian..." Voldemort signaled him.
Harry smiled and saluted himself off, shadowing over to Private Drive. It was his job to make sure the Dursleys were home, then he would send a proxy to Hermione, signaling everyone to come. Memories flooded back as Harry walked up to number four, the house that had haunted his childhood. He clenched his fists, opening the gate and walking up the path to the front door. He rang the doorbell, leaning against the side of the house. He heard a yell from inside and then the sound of the door unlocking. When the door opened, Harry looked at the women he was led to believe was his aunt.
"Hello Petunia." He greeted, a smirk on his face.
A look of surprise flashed across the woman's face before it became anger, "What are you doing back here?" She spat.
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The Real Truth
Fanfiction-COMPLEATED- Harry has just completed his fourth year at Hogwarts. It was that summer that he received a two year early creature inheritance and went to Gringots. After a series of tests he finds out that the Potters had blood-adopted him at age 4...