Welcome to this story! This story is a traduction. The original story is called "Sobre la Verdadera Historial del Niño que Vivió" and it's written in Spanish by NorixBlack.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

CHAPTER 1

The room was dark, the sun had been set for a while and through the windows, which were fogged up by the contrast of temperature, nothing could be seen. From time to time, some shy snowflake would reach the windowsill, melting quickly.

Harry Potter was lying in one of the large armchairs of the room with an arm over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach. He wasn't feeling well, but the cold and elegant colours of the place helped him relax. The same effect had on him the two blondes that were looking at him with empathy.

"Come on Harry, you know there isn't much time left… you can't give up" the girl said, touching gently his shoulder.

"I hate the mudblood, I hate Weasley, I hate having to be in Gryffindor, I hate having to pretend I hate you!" the green-eyed boy had suddenly stood up, making both Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy step back.

Harry still remembered that fateful day when he had had to learn how to pretend, when he had to start being someone he wasn't. Because Harry Potter had never defeated the Dark Lord, because Harry Potter wasn't a hero, because Harry Potter wasn't the person everybody thought he was. It was true he had survived the killing curse, something no one had ever achieved, but it hadn't been sent back towards Voldemort as he had made sure to spread, but the curse had simply been absorbed by Harry's body, leaving as the only mark the famous lightning scar.

Lord Voldemort realised that he couldn't kill the boy and far from become furious, he changed his plans. He would adopt the Potter baby and train him as a Death Eater, as the best of all of them, and if the boy resulted to be worthy, he would make him, in a future, his right hand man.

And so, he left the baby in the ruins, making sure he was safe, and disappeared to make a visit to the Dursley, the only family of the boy, to curse them with the Imperious. He would make the wizarding world believe that Harry Potter, after destroying him, had been left with his despicable relatives living as a common muggle. But the teen didn't live with them, he barely knew them. He, not only Voldemort's right hand man but future Lord too, was boarded in a dark arts academy founded by Voldemort himself, where all the purebloods of the country and part of the continent attended school to train and, in a not too far away day, become Death Eaters.

Harry would be the first half-blood to be in the academy. Half-blood, as its founder.

Boys and girls lived together in Riddle manor during their first eleven years before going to Hogwarts. There they learnt since they were three to put up with any kind of pain, physical pain as well as mental, to face any fear, to spend time with no company other than themselves and the dark, to assume death as something normal, to kill without regrets. It was at the age of four when they started the real training: the learnt dark arts, transfiguration, potions, astronomy… When they were nine they learnt the unforgivables and when they were ten, occlumency and legilimency.

They went to Hogwarts totally prepared.

Harry had found there his best friends: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. The five of the formed the group of The Invencibles, outstanding students since forever, that became the most strong and wisest of the entire dark order. They were so good that they hadn't wanted to be marked because they didn't consider themselves Death Eaters, they were superior.

Most part of the attacks that happened during the holidays were caused by them for it was the only moment when the could leave the school . Nobody knew who was part of the group, but it was sure that the moment one invencible appeared, the others wouldn't take long, and that only meant one thing: death. Their name was as feared as Voldemort's and nobody dared say it in fear of appearance of one of them.

Lord Voldemort, in appreciation for it, had agreed on not marking the teens who were now 17. They had served him well, it wasn't advisable to oppose to them.

FLASH BACK

"Harry Potter, go to the office of the Dark Lord immediately." An amplified voice said

The eleven years old kid separated from his friends and headed off to the office, a bit insecure, asking himself what he had done this time. He was used to bear the pain, the cruciatus didn't have any effect on him. Voldemort had made sure of it, teaching him with patience, discipline and, why deny it, care. Remembering this, he knocked firmly the door.

"Harry, please sit down. As you already know, this year you will enter Hogwarts, and I need you to become my personal spy. I believe Dumbledore suspects of Severus… and he is not wrong" the wizard finished with an evil smile.

Harry watched carefully the man. His black hair fell gracefully onto a pair of incredible dark green eyes, his lips showed a mocking… he didn't look more than 25 years, having about 70.

He didn't understand how he could help him, so he raised an eyebrow in a Malfoyish style to show that he didn't have all the time in the world, which was true, he had to hand over McNair an assignment about acromantulas that he hadn't even started yet.

Voldemort smiled pleased with the expression his favourite student had just made.

"You will go to Gryffindor" he sentenced

"WHAT? You can't do this to me Tom!" Anybody else would have been punished for pronouncing his true name, but not Harry Potter "You know that through my veins runs Slytherin blood"

Voldemort smiled again, he had done a great job with the boy, he couldn't have chosen a better partner. The boy didn't fear him, he acted according to his beliefs not caring about the consequences, he was powerful, intelligent, loyal, he was….unique - yes, that was the word.

"You will go to Gryffindor, befriend your classmates and make Dumbledore believe that you are as innocent and light as they all think.

Harry couldn't suppress a face, half disdain, half opposition."I won't do it"

"You will Harry, until you are 17 and since Sirius is in Azkaban, I'm your tutor" his godfather's name echoed in his ears. Remus Lupin, his dark arts teacher had told him about Sirius an Wormtail's betrayal.

During the war, his parents had chosen to be neutral, but after knowing that Voldemort was after their son, they hid. Their friends Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, even though they were loyal followers of Voldemort had decided not to tell him the Potter's whereabouts. Their friendship went first.

But Pettigrew betrayed them, and the idiot of Dumbledore said that it had been Sirius fault. Not even Voldemort, through all his contacts could prevent Sirius from going to Azkaban.

Harry hated Dumbledore, a hate that should have been directed to his parent's assassin. But curiously, Harry didn't have the sightless resentment to Voldemort, who having the opportunity to choose between leaving him in the ruins or picking him up, had chosen the second option, offering him the family he had just taken from him.

END OF FLASHBACK

Harry had fulfilled his mission perfectly. He got to infiltrate the enemies, to be friends with all his stupid housemates and to become very close of a mudblood know-it-all and a blood-traitor Weasley. He faked hate towards his best friend and the dark arts that he loved so much and pretended admiration towards dumbledore, his biggest enemy.

First year they had almost got the Philosopher's Stone, but Voldemort, already immortal and with more gold than he could spend in two lifes, prefered to represent a little act that would lead the old alchemy object to its destruction, so nobody could use it again.

The second year had been interesting. Tom proposed him an exam in a riddle shape...interactive. He had to find what was petrifying the students, a thing that didn't cost him too much because he already know the story of the Chamber of Secrets, find where it was and how had Voldemort, who hadn't moved from the manor, opened it. Finally he had to defeat the basilisk.

The third year was the marauder year. He recovered the famous map, Sirius escaped becoming a legend and re-entering Voldemort's ranks enthusiastically and Remus was de DADA teacher, which made him laugh every time he saw him.

During the fourth year, after the Triwizard Tournament Voldemort had decided to come back and harry had killed Diggory

In fifth year it was represented the death of his godfather with the help of the recently escaped Death Eaters and later Dumbledore had told him the prophecy. Or his version of it.

Harry had to use all his cold blood not to burst in dark loud laughs while the headmaster with a serious and guilty face was narrating it.

It was true that he was the chosen one, the only one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord. But he was also the one that, if that was his decision, would be able to create a new world of darkness. Dumbledore, knowing the importance of the situation, manipulated the story so the two wizards had to face each other in a duel to death, from which, if there was luck, nobody would survive.

During the sixth year they had two important news: the invencibles had been able to become animagus (harry's form was a powerful jaguar) and Ginevra Weasley had changed ranks, finding that the Death Eaters weren't as Dumbledore put them. It was true that you had to obey, a thing that the invencibles didn't care much about, that it was hard… but the last weasley didn't give up and showed to Voldemort all the dark she had in her when she killed for the first time in Devon's attack the secretary of the minister of magic. As a reward, she was told the best kept secret in the wizarding world: the true identity of Harry James Potter, leader of the invencibles. Wishing to be part of the select group she did everything she could to enter, achieving her goal in the beginning of the following year.

She found that Pansy wasn't stupid and superficial, but an intelligent and sympathetic girl that helped her adapt to the new life conditions. She learnt to distinguish the true smiles of Draco among all the arrogant ones and realised that the young Malfoy was very nice and attentive with the ones he cared about. Blase was the funny one, the hyperactive, the one who didn't stop for a second and Theo was quiet and mysterious, a combination that the redhead loved.

Little by little, she fell in love with him and the feeling was returned, but she was afraid of confessing it to the others because she didn't know if in the dark side it was permitted to love. She was surprised when everyone accepted their relationship. Even Voldemort gave the his approbation.

Now they were in the half of their seventh and last year of Hogwarts and Harry could be found in the Slytherin common room. the students weren't surprised to see him there because every one of them had been in the academy and knew the true story of Harry Potter.

"Come on, Harry, just some more months…" Draco was trying to cheer him up.

"And then what? I will have to be an auror and, damn it! This life is shit! The first thing I will do when my identity is revealed will be kill the old man, the mudblood and the weasel.

"Serpent's nest" the secret door to the common room had just opened showing Blaise and Ginny, who were taking off the invisibility cloak.

"I believe I have already told you that it will be me who kills my dear brother, harry" Said Ginny with a smile.

"It's ok that I have to live with them, but why the hell do they have to get into my life? The mudblood doesn't stop telling me that I have to find myself a girlfriend, that I need to let the tension loose. What I really need is humiliate her, torture her, destroy her!" Harry said furiously.

The rest laughed and Draco hugged him to try to calm him down.

"You know you can come here whenever you want" Draco whispered in his ear. he winked and after wishing goodnight to the redhead, disappeared through the boy's dormitory door

"Come on, mate it will be better if you go or the mudblood will call the headmaster because Voldemort has kidnapped you" Blaise saw them off.

Harry and Ginny threw the invisibility cloak over them and went out of the common room.

Thoughts?

As you may or may not know, English is not my first language and I'm sure I make many mistakes writing that could be easily avoided. So if anyone is interested in revising the chapters before they are uploaded, contact me!