The Real Truth
Series 1 Chapter 9
Harry awoke finding himself on his mattress in Ron's room. The room was unusually empty and it gave Harry a bad feeling. He got up and walked out, he made his way downstairs but no one was there. Continuing on his search, Harry walked outside. A women stood there, her back towards Harry. She had white skin and long dark blood red hair. She turned around to see Harry, her eyes an Avada Kadavra green, mimicking Harry's own.
"Hello?" Harry asked.
"Hello, Hadrian."
Harry froze. What was going on?! "Who are you?" He asked.
The women frowned. "You don't remember me yet do you?"
Harry's mind started to click.
"Hadrian..."
His eyes widened... was this..?
"Mother?"
A warm smile met the women's face, though with her features it looked almost senile. "You need to remember."
"Remember what?"
"You're so close Hadrian."
Harry was dumbfounded. What did she mean? "What do you mean?"
The women stepped towards him, another step, another, one more and she was right infront of him. She pulled him into a hug.
"My little bit of chaos, please, remember me."
The image faded and Harry was pulled back into reality.
. . . . . .
Harry shot up on his mattress. He was covered in sweat and his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Harry!" Hermione tackled him with a hug.
Harry realized Ron and the rest of the Weasleys were there.
"Mate, what happened?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure..." Hermione let him go. "It was like a memory but it wasn't a memory."
"What?"
"I- I saw my mum. She told me that I had to remember, that I was close... then... her little bit of chaos..." Harry's eyes widened.
"Harry what do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"That's what I need!" Harry jumped up, quickly getting out a piece of parchment and a quill to write.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked.
"The letter I got from Voldemort made it very clear that we'd be talking further but before that I had to prove that I was his son-"
"You want to talk with him more?!" Ginny asked.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't really have a choice Gin."
"But Harry how do you plan to prove your his son? Did you get another memory?" Hermione pestered.
"Not exactly. It was weird. At first I saw what really happened at Lily's death. Long story short my scar wasn't actually from Voldemort's killing curse, but it was from that night. Then I woke up, but I was alone, no one was in the house. Next thing I know I'm walking outside looking for people and I see a women in the distance, Elizabeth Burke, my mother. She told me I had to remember, that I was so close. S-she called me... her little bit of chaos."
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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...
