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I Lived a Lie

Harry James Potter, a name both barely known and infamous around the school for being a goody good Hufflepuff that thought Dumbledore and the Ministry were complete and utter idiots. Though to be fair, he wasn't the only one who thought this, but he was the only one who got up during an assembly last week in which the Ministry's Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was rambling on about some crap to do with You-Know-Who (Voldemort) with Dumbledore's 'agreeable' input and told them they're total dipshits before leaving.

Though, a lot of people were angry with him for being so disrespectful of his elders they let it slide as it was only a foolish little boy who doesn't know anything about anything. Harry's grades were OK, but not the top of his year or school, but if you were to look long enough into the seventeen year old's emerald coloured eyes you would question his exam scores.

However, they would then just shrug off that feeling of dread as a figment of their imagination as it was his brother who was the star of the school, and most certainly the most powerful and talented student in the school. Though, no one outside a select few knew he was getting private lessons outside of school, which showed he had below average ability at best, but with lots of hard work and years of practice before he even started Hogwarts his magical knowledge was higher than most adults he knew.

However, knowing how to do something and doing it are two completely different things. Harry knew this as he was standing off against his brother Terry and his friends his wand held loosely between the fingers of his right hand as they had been picking on some timid and easily preyed on Slytherin first years who had strayed too far from the other Slytherin's and lost them.

Harry had come to a point in his life where he no longer wished to hide who he was, and he was certainly not going to let his foolish jerk of a brother get away with picking on innocent little kids any longer, even if it meant standing up against the world.

"Get out of the way Harry you pathetic little Hufflepuff loser," Terry spat out aiming his wand at his brother.

Harry just raised his right eyebrow as his brothers friends snickered. "No… I don't think I will, Terry," he replied, disturbed at how much fame and fortune had messed up his brother. Though he wasn't this bad before Hogwarts, he just kept getting worse. "I'm not going to step aside and let you hex some kids just because you feel like it or it makes you feel better!"

Harry glanced at the three terrified kids in question as they hid behind him, two boys and a girl before returning his attention to his brother as he shouted out the spell for a full body bind. However, Harry just batted it away without much thought where it harmlessly hit the ground, shocking the Gryffindor's and the growing crowd of spectators.

Harry found it mildly amusing that all of these spectators (well minus a few) thought their precious Boy-Who-Lived, Terry Potter, was more than a petty bully. They looked at Harry as if was the one to start this fight, as if he should let the arrogant bastard get away with whatever he wanted.

He took note of several Slytherin's watching too. They stood apart from the rest, watching in interest with (on some) hints of amusement, (and others) curiosity as this would be the first time a non-Slytherin had stood up against the Boy-Who-Lived!

"Get lost Harry, they're just evil Slytherin filth!" Terry hissed out enraged, seeing red. "If you don't move I'll make you!"

Harry saw that the kids looked terrified, convinced he wouldn't continue protecting them, but he turned a smirk to his brother. "Well… I'm now a little curious," Harry replied with a small chuckle startling all as he wasn't scared like they 'knew' he should be. "I hope you brought your A game, because I've wanted to beat the fucking shit out of your ungrateful bullying ass for a long time now 'brother'. Maybe I can teach you a little respect for other people?"

"Why you little bastard…!" Terry hissed out in anger as he started throwing childish spells at his brother. However, Harry didn't move as he just swatted each and every single one away with a smile, deflecting them away from hitting anyone as it seemed that Terry didn't care.

Though, after a minute or so Terry was getting angrier and more desperate as he was starting to look foolish so upped his game. However, these spells weren't as easy (or relatively harmless) and they were harder to get on target. Harry had started flinging about shields to deflect these spells from the stupefied onlookers and moved from his spot.

"Terry, you should really stop or you'll hurt someone," Harry said calmly. "Do you really not care?" he asked as the spells kept coming.

"It's for the Greater Good that I teach you a lesson!" he retorted. "I'll get you for disrespecting me and protecting evil Slytherin's!"

"They are just kids, but if that's what you want then I'll stop you," he retorted but had to move as Ron Weasley started throwing spells at him too. "Wow, the Boy-Who-Lived is so pathetic as to rely on 'him' to help win a duel against me."

"You can't beat the both of us loser!" Ron cried out laughing but paled as Harry suddenly darted forward, dodging several spells and batting away others with his left hand. As he approached, he balled that hand up into a fist and smashed it into Ronald Weasley's nose with a loud crack, blood splashing around as Ron fell to the ground out cold. Harry then spun around an angrily thrown cutting curse while swishing his wand, and in a flash of red light Terry had been immobilised and hung a few inches from the ground with horror written in his expression; his wand cluttering to the floor.

"Hmm… dearest brother," Harry spoke chuckling as he took a few steps closer and the crowd moved back as his presence was now dominant rather than how Terry's had always been, this was a pull of oppressive strength weighing down on their shoulders, as if a warning to back down, which made sure they did not want to get in his way, his green eyes so cold yet mocking at the same time. "How does it feel…?

"How does it feel to hang before someone else's mercy, inferior and pathetic?" he laughed, his eyes seeming to have a red hue dead centre causing many to subconsciously move back more. "Oh dear dear brother… I believe our dear 'loving' mother had never taught you the correct places to go potty, silly little boy, big boys go on the toilet," he chuckled as the on looking students could only watch in horror. Their saviour's brother had lost it and made their saviour wet himself as pee dribbled from his robes to land on the entrance hall floor.

"Silly Terry," Harry mocked with a childish tone. "The caretakers going to be 'pissed' with you!" he laughed at his pun as he flicked his wand a translucent light spat out the end and without taking Terry's robes off a giant muggle nappy appeared on him with the words 'Daddy's little big boy' written across the front in bright multi colours.

There were admittedly a few students in the crowd that wanted to laugh and take pictures but they just couldn't. Harry's presence was quite overwhelming and sending a chill down their spines, and they wondered where the teachers are. Well, teachers that weren't watching in horror because they were weaklings like the fraudulent fortuneteller.

"So Terry, what to do with you?" he asked in mild wonder. "Because it seems I might have some time, as the capable teachers in this school always seem to mysteriously disappear when you and your butt buddies go on the hunt!" he smiled widely as Terry's horror was only just beginning. "Well, you do like to change people's hair colour don't you as 'poor' Professor Snape does have to suffer that one a lot. It obviously amuses you," he chuckled as he flicked his wand and Terry's hair grew out turning into a multitude of chatting snakes, but Terry just heard their hisses as they weren't frozen.

"ENOUGH!" boomed the raging voice as they felt Dumbledore presence though it didn't engulf Harry's as a red streams of magic blast down stairs. However, Harry moved fast, his wand creating a shield in moments gritting his teeth at the pressure on his shield. He figured there had to be an easier way of using magic as he looked through the shield and blast of red.

Those bigots would have let Terry get away with beating an innocent first year near to death, but looking at how much loathing Dumbledore and his parents had for him doing what is right broke the camel's back and made a ten-mile wide crater in the process.

"NO!" Harry roared out as he pushed back blasting out a new spell that nullified Dumbledore's. The light cleared as Harry looked up to show his eyes glowing bright red before bleeding out until they were pitch black, his skin looking paler, and his aura had become far more sinister. His brother had been dropped to the floor free screaming as the snakes started biting him in their panic.

Severus Snape stood near Dumbledore and most of the teachers up the stairs after having gone on some wild hippogriff chase that he knew was to give the precious little twerp saviour the chance to free up some pent up anger on some of his Slytherin's and he could do nothing to stop it. However, seeing the Boy-Who-Lived having been defeated and tormented for his crimes by his own Hufflepuff brother was actually less surprising than it should be, as he had been slowly changing during the year and showing a few hints of what he's really capable of.

Looking down into those pitch black eyes actually made him shiver. So this is what a powerful dark wizard should be… something else entirely. Someone set apart from Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, something so different, more perhaps, and he was protecting his students from the 'light'.

"Hello Mr. Dumbledore, why what a lovely day it is," Harry spoke with an amused smile on his lips. "It's so reassuring when a teacher blasts the fuck out of you for teaching pathetic little bitches some much needed manners, and to respect innocent little kids, but if your stance is to blast first and not ask questions I suppose the lesson will be lost on him?"

"Mr. Potter this is not a game," the old man spoke trying to keep calm as the Boy-Who-Lived continued crying as snakes tore into his face from his hair.

"Oh do shut up!" Harry hissed at his brother flicking his wand at him all of his snake hair fell out leaving him bald and dissolved along with his remaining cries and whimpers being silenced before looking back up to the old man to note he looked at least a little relieved. "This is of course not a game Professor, you are correct. However, Terry seems to think it is. I'll fight you, them, and everyone because my dream is for a unified world!"

"That may be a wonderful dream Harry," the old man said relaxing a little. "However, while the magical world is so split up in their beliefs that is an impossible dream, and fighting all of us will most certainly not unify anyone."

Harry snorted rolling his pitch black eyes in amusement. "Silly old man," he said and ignored a few retorts to show some respect from a few teachers he continued. "You think too small," he said chuckling at the baffled expressions. "My dream is to unify humanity!" he said laughing as Dumbledore had actually gasped. "Someday I'll be able to walk out in the world and use my powers when I want without anyone caring."

"Then that is a foolish dream Harry, and you shall never be allowed it to come true," he retorted. "And you will be serving the rest of your schooling career in detention with Professor Snape and you are forbidden any books other than those for classes, barred from the library and I may choose to forbid you from taking your exams."

"That's OK Professor," Harry retorted laughing. "I'm hot, I'll find me a nice older woman with a wealth of money and a love for a toy boy," he laughed as near everyone blushed brightly and only still loyal Terry fan-girls denied his statement. "So, Professor Snape… it looks like we'll get to enjoy each other's company until June, when would you like me to start?"

"This evening Potter at six PM," he spat out in disgust. "And you shall not be late, and I expect you to have… done something normal with your eyes by then!"

"Aye sir," he agreed with a mocking salute. "Well, if you'll excuse me little babies. I have things to do… angry evil eyes to change back to that stunning green that makes you hunnies all want some of me… well, that and this," he laughed. He opened his robe and lifted his shirt to show off his powerful looking abs winking at the blushing girls as he laughed walking off down to the basement to the Hufflepuff dorms.

0oo00oo0

"Potter, you're late!" Severus hissed in annoyance as Harry just walked in to his classroom without even knocking.

However Harry, now green eyed again, looked to his wristwatch then back to the teacher. "Is that some kind of natural response or something because I'm two minutes early?"

Severus looked to his pocket watch and shrugged. "They're never normally on time," he answered as he gestured for Harry to sit at a desk up front with a black quill and parchment.

"I've always wondered why we don't just have paper note books rather than a scroll of animal skin," Harry commented as he looked at it without taking a seat.

"It would be more convenient," Severus surprisingly agreed with him. "But then the world we live in is full of too many morons."

Harry shrugged, as that was actually typical of Snape before he gestured the parchment. "So what's the stupid thing that is most certainly not true that I'm being forced to write?"

"I will not belittle and brutally attack my betters while their backs are turned," Snape answered actually rolling his eyes.

"I see," he replied shrugging. "They really are that delusional. In a regular muggle school I could sue for slander."

"This isn't a regular muggle school," Severus retorted looking a little amused now. "Though, the three first year Slytherin's you protected are grateful," he said with a small nod of gratitude himself.

"It does not matter what house they were in," Harry replied shrugging. "I saw some scared kids being tormented and I did what any decent human being should have and stood up for them against the school bullies."

Severus just nodded at that before gesturing to the parchment. "They want you in here until ten," he spoke in annoyance.

"And how may I do these lines?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"However you want, I don't care!" he retorted but was startled as Harry had pulled out his wand, flicked it at the parchment, it unfurled and the quill started writing the lines in what the teacher could tell was actually his hand writing.

"It seems like a waste of parchment and ink," Harry said offhandedly. "Also, what's wrong with a pen…?"

"Nothing," Severus retorted. "But you are to do it by hand…" he trailed off as Harry smiled shaking his head.

"Nope, you've already told me I can do it how I want," he replied laughingly while the teacher scowled. "Here, maybe this will make you feel better… you can do something fucked up with it before I put it back."

Severus was shocked as he was handed a lifeless golden snitch. "Dad snogs that thing before every quiddich game my brother's in," Harry explained, amused. "It was the last snitch of his career before he went and married mum. I think he loves that thing more than her, so it would be a shame if something were to happen to it while he was suckling on it, and maybe something would happen to him too," he said shrugging nonchalant.

"You know what Potter, I don't think you're as bad as your parents' say you are," Severus said with his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his enemies' greatest love, which was quite stupid when the jerk had someone as hot as Lily.

"Oh, and don't think about my mother like that in front of me, it's creepy," Harry was quick to say startling the teacher and causing his eyes to widen. "No I can't read your mind but I do know a lot about the people in this castle, and I can read you like a book, unfortunately. I don't need to use any mind magic to decipher a person if I study them long enough."

Severus just shrugged and turned away taking the seat behind his desk before he spoke. "Dumbledore plans on watching you more closely than he ever did," he spoke crisply. "And believe me when I tell you he watches your family very close. I am surprised you have managed to hide so much from him.

"Your younger sister had befriended a girl who went into Slytherin on the train. Dumbledore convinced her to break it off by making sure your parents were quickly made aware. That is how much control he holds, and not to mention the power he holds in the government. He will never let you give the muggles magic, which is why he's forcing four hours of detention a night, to keep you preoccupied. He's afraid you'll either succeed or completely fall into the dark and slaughter off the wizards."

"But killing them all would serve no goal," Harry replied frowning with a shrug. "Anyway Professor, it seems like I have plenty of time. It is too easy to sneak in and out of this school, and I think you're going to help me."

Severus snorted rolling his eyes. "And what makes you think I'll do that?" he retorted actually amused.

"Maybe you will because…" he smirked as he leaned forward on the teacher's desk. " Dumbledore and Voldemort are fucking retards without any real goal. For Dumbledore cries the Greater Good with capital G's every time, while Voldemort cries let's get rid of the mud bloods and enslave the muggles, like he ever could, and what the fuck does Dumbledore and his groupies actually do?"

"Hmm…" Severus frowned in thought before shrugging. "I'm not sure to be honest. I see… you've made your point Potter, but I am not going to spy on both of them for you while spying on both of them for each other while secretly taking instruction from you."

"I'll pay you more," he retorted smugly.

However, Severus' eyes widened in surprise. "They don't pay me," he said actually not surprising Harry about Voldemort but Dumbledore had been getting loads of funding from his wealthy followers. Thinking on that, what does he do with the money because Harry has seen no sign of a need for such large funds?

"Then I'll pay you," he replied shrugging his shoulders. "After all, it seems only right that if I'm asking you to do something so dangerous that you be nicely compensated for your troubles."

"Pay me…?" the teacher laughed humourlessly. "What with…? The moment your parents notice…" he trailed off as Harry was smirking. "You've been robbing them for years haven't you?"

Harry just laughed rolling his eyes. "I've just been taking my fair share… well my Rosie's and Kalam's too. I placed their money away protecting it from Terry. It looks as if Dad's going to make him head of the family soon, which would leave us with nothing as that greedy bastard would not even give them a knut. As soon as he's got the main vault they'll have to survive off of their trust vaults that our grandparents set up for us before they died, which isn't enough to get through Hogwarts."

"And you took just enough to be your shares?" Severus asked doubtful.

"Well, OK," he conceded shrugging. "I took all of the gems, platinum, books, everything but the gold coins, silver coins, and bronze coins, even the deeds to a shit load of businesses. Dad has never even gone to the vault; mum either, as they just ask for the gold from the Goblins and by the time they find out it will be too late. If they ever find out, as they might not have ever known there was more than gold."

"So what do I get?" Severus asked now more interested than ever.

Harry shrugged in thought before grinning. "You work for me Severus and I'll pay you three times what you get for working at Hogwarts, plus bonuses for the better dirt."

Severus smirked as he took Harry's hand shaking on it. "After we're through with this I'm retiring to a nice quiet island without any magical community."

"Good choice," Harry agreed smirking. "But I fear I'm going to be sealed and banished soon, whether I achieve my goal or fail. However, I'll still need your eyes and ears."

Severus frowned. "You seem pretty OK with that. If I thought for a moment I would have fled."

"Indeed," Harry agreed shrugging. "But I have back up plans; I have started preparing for that scenario over the last eighteen months."

"Why have you trusted me with this anyway?" he asked, curious and confused.

"Because, it's easier to trust the cunt that has never sucked Terry's, Dumbledore's, or Voldemort's shit pieces."

Severus could not help but burst out laughing. It was impossible to stop for a moment before he regained himself. "It seems you really can read me too well. It seems we have an ironclad agreement between two men that want to do something, especially sorting out Dumbledore. Now you've asked its going to bug me until I find a goal of some kind."

Harry just shrugged, smirking. "Find out what it is, or his fucked up motive, Professor, and that will be a very nice bonus indeed."

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in which Harry Potter had gone 'crazy' and 'dark', nearing the end of February, and Rosette Potter was sitting at the Gryffindor table with other second years. However, she wasn't joining in the conversation as she looked over and listened in on her brother Terry and his bully-buddy Ronald as they plotted to get revenge on Harry for beating them up.

She shook her head in wonder. Harry had shown his true self and made them look like babies. So, she could only see this going badly for them. Though, during the past two years she has concluded that she doesn't care if they get hurt. They go around attacking everyone they feel like, so it's about time they get a taste of fear.

Though, she had to wonder how Terry convinced everyone that he didn't really pee himself. She just didn't get it. She saw it with her own eyes, yet even his pathetic fan-girls still wanted to date him or something. It was quite odd, she internally shrugged, confused but not concerned.

Terry had been about to pick on a girl she had made friends with on the train to school the year before. She was not allowed to be friends with her after that because of the house she was placed in. But she still considered the girl a friend even if they couldn't play games together or even talk without the Slytherin girl getting accused of trying to corrupt her or something. She couldn't be sure but she thought Harry mistook her for a first year as she was with her younger brother, probably trying to save him before Terry and gang spotted them.

It was sad how all of her delusions of how awesome Terry must be protecting everyone from the Slytherin's crumbled the moment she realised that they didn't start fights. Terry did, and not just with Slytherins either, but people from the other two houses if they happened to have Slytherin friends.

She shook her head in disappointment before she saw Harry enter the dining hall looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. She had never known before that he was stronger than Terry, and never really believed deep down that he was a Dark Wizard, but two weeks ago she saw the proof, and he was still protecting people. He didn't seem to care what house they were in.

If a dark wizard was the protector, then what did that make Terry and his light wizard friends? It was getting too complicated and jumbled up in her head. She didn't know what to think any more, as everything she had been taught seemed to be wrong somehow.

She sighed feeling depressed as she watched Terry smirking this smile that was certainly evil as he pulled out his wand. Ron laughed as Terry flung a blue light at Harry, but grimaced as Harry had somehow just backhanded the spell (without even drawing his wand) without even looking and hitting Terry with it.

Terry cried out in shock and horror as gasps ran the length of the hall as he was thrown from his seat, crashing down to the floor with boils bubbling up from his skin as he cried in panic.

Rose heard Harry chuckling in amusement as he spoke. "Some people have no manners, or forethought to learn the counters to their spells."

"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledore thundered from the teachers table as he stood, eyes blazing at the young man.

Harry had just lazily looked up at the headmaster with a raised eyebrow. "Yes Professor?" he asked with a smile. "My most humble apologies', you are absolutely correct," he flicked his wand as he pulled it out and blasted Ron causing him to fall next to Terry crying as boils burst out on his skin too. "Can't give one without the other, after all that's favouritism, and I don't want to be like my parents or you now do I?"

Rose was surprised as she heard a fair few people snickering, and she had to bite her lip hard not to burst out laughing. Seeing Ron getting the smackdown laid on him was amusing in anyone's book. But the way Harry just mocked Dumbledore's authority was really quite entertaining. The more she saw, the more Dumbledore seemed to be off his rocker.

"Boy, that will be your Saturday lost!" he spat out hatefully. "It will be into the forest with you with Hagrid."

Harry just rolled his eyes shrugging. "Do I look bothered?" he asked laughingly. "Last week I wasn't killed by those 'dinky' spiders, but I did get a shit load of venom from those moronic bugs before I harvested the rest of them. So I don't think they'll bother me again, but I can only hope. After all I got shed loads of pocket money for them last time!"

Dumbledore looked to be grinding his teeth in an effort not to attack him, but Harry just went back to his meal looking nonchalant.

Across the hall at another table a blonde haired seventeen-year-old girls icy blue eyes lingered on a certain Hufflepuff as Dumbledore just grumbled under his breath and the hall became a mass of chatter while several of Terry and Rons' friends helped them out of the hall.

"What you thinking sis?"

She was startled and looked to her side where her brown haired younger sister sat smirking. "Nothing that concerns you, Astoria!" she was quick to quip.

Astoria just laughed shaking her head in amusement. "I think that… Potter… I mean Harry Potter is off limits to an evil Slytherin like you, Daphne. In fact, I think he might be a little too dark for you."

Daphne's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits aimed at her younger sister. "I have no romantic interest in him. Mother and father wouldn't be too pleased to hear I was actually pursuing a 'real' blood traitor, dark or not."

"Give it a rest Daph," she retorted, amused. "I know you don't care enough for our parent's opinion to mean crap to you. Just look at him. If I weren't going with Draco, I sure as hell wouldn't mind him. He's… what's that muggle term… oh, right… smocking hot!"

"She has a solid point, girl," interrupted the too upbeat voice of her brunette friend as she sat on Daphne's other side. "At least your parents are letting you choose partners. I'm stuck with Blaise Zabini, and he's gayer than the inventor of gaydar!"

"I take exception to that," he replied from across the table sitting with Draco, his black skin contrasting deeply with Draco's pale. "Tracey, we have made an agreement to go along with it so that they don't find out, and so you won't have to marry some ugly bastard that would…"

"Whoa…!" they all interrupted at the same time quivering, which brought a smug smirk to his lips.

"Point taken, OK," Tracey replied rolling her eyes. "This way, I can be with whoever I want, and so can you… secretly from our families."

He nodded still smirking as he looked to the Hufflepuff table licking his lips. "Well Daph, if you don't want him, I'll have…"

"Don't even think about it," she hissed at him angrily. "I'm curious is all," she continued. "He is an abnormality to our world. He is with neither Dumbledore, the Dark Lord nor the Ministry. He has no one fighting for him, yet he dares try to fight them all. He is the only real power that has taken a stand against three groups of oppressors. He has even stood up for our house!"

"The only upside that I see," Draco commented shrugging. "Unless he can actually protect you from Dumbledore, the Ministry, and the Dark Lord I wouldn't side with him if I were you."

"Even if he is a curiosity," Tracey remarked shrugging. "Heck, even I'm curious to know him… he just… well… damn, you guys saw his freaky black eyes right?"

"Yea," said Draco while the others nodded. "We couldn't exactly miss the glowing red that turned black. It was as if his eyes sucked up any brightness. It was kind of really creepy… I've…" he lowered his voice here. "I've met the Dark Lord, and his blood red eyes never sent such a chill down my spine," he said shivering at the thought of his father's master.

"His eyes were beautiful," Daphne suddenly spoke looking back over to him so she missed all the slack jaws and wide eyes her friends and sister showed. "They were like gateways… gateways to a limitless fountain buried within him full of pure power begging to be realised on the world."

"Not if Dumbledore and the Ministry have their way," Tracey spoke quietly. "If he attacks the Boy-Who-Lived again, they might try sealing him or something even though it's clear to me who has the power and drive to actually fight and destroy the Dark Lord!"

to be continued…