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He was raised to die.
Lied to by the Light. Poisoned with false affection. Fed potions to mimic love.
Dumbledore called it protection.
But the truth was never meant to stay buried.
At fifteen, Harry Potter remembers what was stolen from him - his bloodline, his identity, his purpose.
He is not the Boy Who Lived to be a hero.
He is Hadrian Peverall, grandson of the most feared dark sorcerer before Voldemort.
And the world will never be the same.
When the truth comes out, the betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.
Ron. Hermione. The Order. Even the Weasleys. All lies. All puppets.
But not her.
Daphne Greengrass sees him - not as a savior, not as a symbol, but as a person.
And she loves him.
Not despite the darkness.
Because of it.
Now, the two walk the line between vengeance and salvation.
Not to conquer the world - but to destroy the lie it was built on.
He joins Voldemort. But not to serve.
Hadrian has no master.