The Truth

by Mystical Witch

Chapter 1: Immediate family

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from the Harry Potter Series. They are owned by J.K. Rowlings, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros, et al... If you find elements in this story that is similar to other peoples' stories, that is a coincidence.

Takes place a few years after Harry's graduation, at a speech to young wizards and witches.

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My name is Harry Potter. You might have heard of me. No? Yes? Oh I see, you've read some of those horrid books about me. You know, the one's written by J. K Rowlings. The best sellers in the Muggle world. Too bad it's mostly lies. After all what would you expect from a Hufflepuff? Intelligence? Clear and logical thinking? No. That stupid Hufflepuff took the truth about my life and distorted many parts of it for her glory. But I'll go into that another time. I'm really hear to clear things up and finally bring out the truth.

Yes, my parents (James and Lily Potter) were killed on October 31, 1981 by Voldemort and I was left with a lightening bolt scar down the middle of my forehead. But I wasn't taken to my Aunt's by Hagrid (Dumbledore doesn't trust him very much, he's a little clumsy). No it was my Godfather. Sirus Black who tried to take care of me. I use the operative word tried, since he's something of a slob. From what I gathered he didn't change my nappy for 4 days (I understand I had a horrible rash from that) and tried to feed me pretzels and beer. The Ministry of Magic stepped in and brought be to my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

Dear Uncle Sirus was caught embezzling from his job at the Ministry and served 12 years in Azkaban. He wasn't the same afterwards. He was no longer fun and no longer able to buy me things.

Now about my Aunt and Uncle, Rowlings wrote that they were 2 of most horrible people there were. How far from the truth that was. From the start they were loving and caring towards me (how else could I have grown up so well adjusted and caring myself). The depiction of them in the books and movies make them cry. I did not live under the stairs (but Dudley and I did use that cupboard as a secret place of ours when we were much younger. We shared a bedroom for years, even after Aunt Petunia offered us different rooms. By the way, I consider Dudley my brother. He has always been there for me when I was younger and we confide in each other, even to this day. Yes I'd play a trick or two on him, and he would do the same. But I never teased him about his weight (Which never was the size of a small whale. And yes he gets upset about that. Wouldn't you?).

Birthdays were always made special by Aunt Petunia. Whether it was Dudley's or mine, we started off the day with a special Birthday Breakfast and presents. Not too many, just a few but they were always worth while. And no I didn't do the cooking, Aunt Petunia wouldn't let Dudley or me near the stove for quite a while. We did manage to burn it down when we were about 8. Then an outing to an amusement park, zoo, museum (Dudley's favorite) or a movie (my favorite). Dinner out and back home. Once when we were younger, we had a joint birthday party. After all our birthday's are very close. All of our friends and yes we had many of them came.

My family and I started to drift apart when I turned 11 and received my Hogwarts' letter. I'll never forget the day when the owl delivered it. My Aunt and Uncle sat me down and explained the truth about my parents death (they protected me by telling me it was a car accident. After all how many kids could handle their parents murder). A Ministry official met us at the Leaky Cauldron and helped me get my supplies. And I remember how Aunt Petunia cried each year I'd leave for Hogwarts.

I remember my Aunt Marge, who has left this world. Some summers she would visit us and she'd take us to the most amazing places. Stores that had things from all over the world, restaurants that served exotic food, and art studios. She was what people called eccentric. And yes I did accidentally blow her up, but after I graduated I made it up to her by getting a couple of anti-flea potions for her dogs. I greave that she was taken too soon from us in a car accident.

I leave this triad at this point now. I'm going to a family reunion of sorts, Dudley, his wife and 4 kids, myself, my wife and 5 kids, all of our pets are heading to 4 Privet Drive to see Vernon and Petunia. Vernon, by the way, is head of Grunnings, but chooses to remain in his modest home with their memories. Petunia went back to school and is a school teacher. A job she loves very much and one in which she's good at it. Dudley has become a Physicist as is his wife. He teaches at Cambridge and travels around a lot lecturing.

As for me, I'll answer that question another time.

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Author's Note:

Next chapter: Magic Friends.