Redo - Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Two

Harry then knew it wasn't like the memories just appeared. It, in a way, felt like it was always there. His mind had just hidden it, and Truth revealed them. Memories of talking to a snake named Sasha and crying when she had to leave him.

He recalled thoughts of rage when he was younger. He felt the hate his younger self felt for his relatives. Strategies for leaving that seemed way too advanced for his average brain. He was cunning, he was ambitious, and he was knowledgeable.

He hated being treated the way he was. He disliked impulsiveness; he was the smartest in his classes. He had hidden that after realizing the Dursleys would punish him. He had spent days on end in the library reading just for fun.

Most of what was taken from him appeared to be thoughts. His personality had been completely ripped from him. He remembered reading History of Magic, remembered knowing the answer to Snape's question. The sorting hat had been right; he would have done great in Slytherin.

Harry looked back up at Truth. He didn't know if he wanted to cry or scream. "Who?" Even though Harry hadn't said anything else, Truth knew what he referred to.

"Albus Dumbledore. It was all for the greater good; in his eyes, who you were was a good sacrifice. Too bad he died before he could see your failure. You failed because of him." Harry decided he rather scream, the rage having overridden the emotional pain.

And he did, he screamed. It was a loud heartbreaking thing, a cry of unfairness and anger. Harry felt violated, robbed. The most crucial part of himself, manipulated into what Dumbledore wanted. He would make the man pay; he swore he would. The darkness of the thought shocked him.

Fate must have had caught his errant thought because she opened her mouth to comment. "Harry, revenge is sweet when it is done. But not long after, it becomes sour. Trust me, Harry." Harry thought it would be wise to listen; it didn't make the darkness in him happy.

"Also, I should tell you one last thing...The Horcrux was destroyed when you died." Harry had learned what they were. He had been on a mission to destroy them to defeat Voldemort. It all seemed useless now; he was dead.

The news that one was gone still made him feel a little better. It was the most horrifying bit of magic he'd ever seen. But he didn't know how a Horcrux could be destroyed with his death. All he knew was that Voldemort had caught them soon after Ron abandoned them.

He was caught by Death Eaters, and they dragged both him and Hermione to their master. He didn't know what happened to Hermione because soon after, Voldemort cast the damned spell. And Harry ended up here.

"What Horcrux?" He asked Fate. Her face twisted in confusion, then realization.

"Oh, Harry...You didn't know? That man held more from you than I thought." She was shaking her head; she was shaky. Like she was preparing to say something, he just wanted her to spit it out.

"What don't I know?" Fate nibbled at her lip; the gnawing showed she was hesitant to say. "Tell me!" He had shouted it; he didn't want to be lied to anymore. He regretted it immediately, especially when Truth's eyes went red.

"Watch it human, remember who has the power here." He had almost forgotten about him. He kind of just blended in with the environment. But now he was apparent, hovering over Fate like some kind of dark presence.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout..." Truth's eye faded from red, more of an orange now. Harry imagined he would be pursing his lips if he had lips. Fate closed her eyes, sighing wildly.

"It's alright, Harry, you've been through a lot. I forgive you, but I cannot reveal what you want to know. I believe my dearest sister Destiny would not be thrilled. If you already do not know, you were meant to find out for yourself."