The Real Harry Potter

"Sir!" Dumbledore heard Harry say as he found himself shaken awake. "Are you alright sir?" Harry asked in a concerned voice. "You sort of passed out after you drank the cup and started muttering something about Apophis and Voldemort."

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked, breathing a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, it was all just a dream."

"I do not believe that it was." Voldemort's voice drawled. Dumbledore jumped when he found Voldemort standing on Harry's right with Apophis standing on Harry's left, but Dumbledore couldn't really move as his hands were still broken, he still couldn't feel his legs and he was still chained to the basin.

"Can't believe you fell for that," Harry laughed as he kicked out a leg and allowed himself to fall back but he didn't fall to the ground as Voldemort had quickly made a chair that Harry landed on. "you went unconscious for a bit Dumbledore." Harry said just as Apophis forced open Dumbledore's mouth and forced him to drink a goblet full of water. "You need to be awake."

"Why?" Dumbledore coughed once Apophis let go.

"Because I'm about to monologue, son." Harry grinned. "I've never done this before, it's quite exciting, I now get why other people do it. I mean after all the work you put into your plan it's nice to have someone realize just how much work was required."

"Harry...why? Would you do this?!" Dumbledore cried out. "You...how could you betray the light side?!"

"I never joined the light side," Harry shrugged. "just because we had a common enemy did not mean that I was one hundred percent on your side. As for why...well...where to start? The beginning I suppose, yeah that works. You see...when you placed me at the Dursley's, you left me in the hands of people who hated me. And I mean really hated me. If there was ever a chance to let me know how much they hated me then they would gladly take it. Verbal abuse, emotional, mental, physical, I experienced it all.

My choices were to break, fight back or adapt. I'm too stubborn to break, I blame that fact on my dad being a Potter and my mother being a redhead. I was too weak at the time to fight back, I did try at first but it failed, so I adapted. Have you ever heard of spilt personalities? Well I had to do something like that, I created a new Harry Potter, a nice and meek Harry Potter. A good boy who would stay out of trouble and be as quiet as can be. All my negative emotions, all I suffered as good Harry, I still suffered through them. I remember all of it.

Even when I came to Hogwarts, I stayed as good little Harry Potter. Of course I had to switch back to my regular self during some of my more...interesting adventures. When I was facing Quirrell and realized I could burn him, then good Harry took a back seat so the real me could finish the job, after killing Quirrell I placed good Harry back in. Same with the basilisk and dementors, But...during my forth year, I realized that it wasn't working. Good Harry Potter was weak, he didn't fight back. Heck even good Harry had had enough after all the shit we went through.

The whole school had turned on me for a second time and I was once again given a choice between break, fight back or adapt. I still wouldn't break, but I realized that I was finally strong enough to fight back. So I fought back and adapted, I went to the chamber of secrets."

"The chamber of secrets?!" Dumbledore gasped in horror, he couldn't believe that Harry had gone to the chamber, just like Tom did.

"Is there an echo in here?" Harry asked with fake confusion. "But yes, say what you want about Salazar but he was a magical genius, so were the other founders. In the chamber I not only found books from Slytherin, but also from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor along with information on how to get to their other rooms. Rowena Ravenclaw had built an excellent room that transformed itself into anything the user desired, it was called the 'Room of Requirement', I spent a lot of time there when I wasn't in the chamber. I learnt a lot, spells, potions, rituals. Much better than your standard Hogwarts education. I performed a few of those rituals myself."

"Harry!" Dumbledore said quickly. "Those rituals have warped your mind! They've turned you dark!"

"Not really," Harry shook his head. "I was always like this, beneath the surface. In fact Slytherin took special care in detailing instructions on how to avoid having your mind negatively effected, Tommy boy over there..." Harry said as he gestured to Voldemort. "...had his mind warped because he believed he was immortal and went for stronger versions of the rituals, the stronger versions had more benefits but also more downsides, including madness. Trust me, I'm as sane as I have always been."

"No...that can't be true, fight it Harry!" Dumbledore begged. "Fight the darkness! Come back! I believe in you!"

"You believed in Snape, how did that turn out for you?" Harry snorted. "Voldemort, is it true that you sent Snape to Dumbledore and ordered him to spy on him?"

"Yes," Voldemort nodded. "I wanted to learn the prophecy, I sent Snape to Dumbledore after we had both came up with the story of him being in love with your mother. In exchange Snape asked that I keep her alive and bind her to him."

"No..." Dumbledore shook his head. "...no, no. I don't believe you!"

"Believe what you want." Harry shrugged. "It makes little difference to me, now where was I? Oh right, fourth year, where I was entered into the tournament by Barty Crouch Junior. Funnily enough Dumbledore, you knew that he was impersonating Moody, didn't you?" Harry asked.

"Harry...I...I do not know what you mean, clearly Voldemort has messed with your mind and..."

"Do not lie to me," Harry hissed. "do you know how my father's map works? It's connected to the ward scheme of Hogwarts, do you know what else is connected to the ward scheme? When I was reading Salazar's diary I had learnt that Helga Hufflepuff insisted on several defenses, very interesting ones. I know how you do that trick where you know who is knocking on the door before they can announce themselves, after entering past the statue the person get's scanned by the wards and the information gets relayed to an instrument in your office which would be connected to you. So when fake Moody stepped past the Gargoyle you would have known he was a fake, yet you didn't do anything.

At first I thought that you might not have had that, but during one of my visits to your office I saw that you did. The whole time that Moody was a fake, you knew yet you didn't do anything so I didn't say anything at the time."

Dumbledore stayed silent, even though he wouldn't admit, it was true that he had realized pretty quickly that Barty Crouch Jr was posing as Moody. But he didn't do anything as he needed Barty to go through with his plan so that Voldemort could get a body, because as far as Dumbledore believed it was necessary for Voldemort to have a body for when Harry defeated him.

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