A Story Of Lies and Deceit and Hidden Persona

Chapter One

Warning: Blood, Gore, Torture, abuse.

Of Lies and Deceit and Hidden Personas.

Chapter 1.

It had been a long time coming really. Year after year of constant fighting and suffering was going to leave its mark on anyone, and Harry Potter had finally had enough. He was sick and tired of everything, the constant stress and the worry, wondering if he was going to survive the end of the school year or not, or if he was going to be murdered by his whale of an uncle. Every year was the same, every year was a constant fight and now Sirius was dead.

His Godfather, his father almost was snatched away from him, taken before his time and it hurt. It made his choke on the air he tried to breathe, his head and heart burned in grief and he didn't know how to handle ' death had hammered another nail in the coffin, just another tragedy to add to the list. He didn't know how much he could take, how long he could go on for with all this pain. When a letter had arrived, even though he hadn't recognised the bird he hope that it was Ron or Hermione, but it was not to be.

Dear Harry,

I regret to inform you that you will no longer be able to correspond or interact with Mr Weasley and Miss Granger has been due to your public friendship and their known actions against the enemy becoming an increasing threat upon their lives.

The prophecy's wording is clear. Only you alone can defeat Lord Voldemort, a weighted task I understand, however once you have succeeded you will be free to return to you friendship in safety.

I have constructed a separate ward to surround your home to protect you from all mail being sent to you, and it will also block your own messages as we can no longer be assured that the letters will not be tracked or tampered with.

Because of the current safety risks, I am afraid you will have to remain with your relatives until the start of term when you will be collected and escorted to the platform. The magical world is in a precarious position since the reveal of Lord Voldemort and we cannot afford for anything to happen to you.

Our information suggests that Voldemort intends to recruit students, so you will be receiving private rooms to protect you and those around you from danger.

I apologise for the burden placed upon you, my boy, but your destiny has been set and must be fulfilled.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Fury filled him. Rage life never before coursed through his veins and roared in his ears, it was getting hotter, burning at his chest and stabbing at his head until it became physical. Harry keened low in his throat as the pain forced him to his knees, he gripped his head as his magic flared out angrily and whipped around him, something ripped in his mind and his was overcome with memories that flooded his mind.

They flashed past, showing how he, Ron and Hermione were repeatedly obliviated, how they were lied to and plotted against by people they thought they could trust. He had started to doubt Dumbledore after he had revealed the prophecy, but that wasn't new doubt, it was his hidden knowledge that was warning him again, his instincts. Knowledge poured in to his mind, things he had read and studied that Dumbledore had removed, things he had created or developed, family knowledge and the truth about the world he lived in. And as the memories kept coming, his rage grew until it was spiralling out of his control.