Harry was the BWL. That was what he had been told since he found out he was a wizard. That was what all the history books said about him. He had the scar on his head. He was the one who survived the killing curse when no one else had. Then why was it not him to face Voldemort? Why was it Neville Longbottom who faced Voldemort? Why was it Neville that had killed him? Harry was the one who was meant to face him? None of this made sense to Harry. He knew Albus was behind this, and with Remus, he headed to speak to the headmaster.

He found Neville and his grandmother in the office, as well as the Weasleys. He was confused on what was going on, and he felt such a sense of betrayal seeping up in him. He wondered about the truth, and just how many people had known.

Harry looked at Albus. "I am not the boy who lived."

Albus noted it wasn't a question. "No."

Remus stared at the man. "What the hell do you mean no?"

Augusta spoke. "My grandson always was."

Harry stared at Neville. "You knew."

Neville shook his head. "Not until this year."

Albus cut in. "It was better….."

Harry didn't let him finish. "Better for whom?"

Augusta was calm. "It kept Neville safe."

Neville was irate. "You lied to us both."

Remus glared at the headmaster. "Why?"

Albus turned to him. "Voldemort had to believe there was another possible child."

They had known that Neville was the only possible child. He was the only boy who was born to Order members, at the time. There were not many children born back then, and especially not among the order. Albus knew there had to be some way to protect Neville. Neville's parents had meant to go in hiding with their son, before they were tortured. Neville had never known, until this year, that he was actually the BWL. His gran thought it would be safer, though he had received extra training. Harry and his friends had been sent off hunting horcruxes, as a decoy. The horcruxes were a cover; they weren't what Harry had been told they were. Harry just needed to be away from the school.

Harry realized that he had been used as a bait, and had been sent away from school because of it. And from the reaction of Hermione and Ron, both in the room, they had known. The only ones, who seemed shocked, beyond him and Remus, were the twins.

Harry stuttered. "The final battle? You never intended for me to come back?"

Albus shook his head. "You weren't needed. I thought to spare you death."

Remus growled. "How thoughtful of you to think of him then."

Harry was irate. "Sirius? He died because of me. Did he know?"

Remus answered. "No."

Albus agreed. "Sirius believed you were the hero. He loved you."

Harry was shaking. "I should never have been there. He should never have died."

Remus squeezed his hand. "He loved you."

Harry stood up. "I have to get out of here."

Albus tried to stop him. "Harry, it was for the best."

Harry turned to him. "For the best? I never had to be with them did I?"

His whole life had been a lie. He should never have been with the Dursleys. He had been kept from Remus; because he needed his mother's blood protection he was told. He had been a freak all those years in school. He had trouble making friends, and had never really dated. He had faced all those dangers along the way. And what, to be a decoy, and protect Neville? And then there was the death of his godfather.

Harry refused to remain. "There is nothing more you can say to me."

Molly called. "Harry we care about you. Where will you go?"

Harry smirked. "I have the Black and Potter fortunes. I am leaving and going as far away as I can."

A surprising figure appeared in the door. "I think Albus he deserves the last bit of truth."

Albus looked at Severus. "Back off Severus."

Harry looked at his hated professor. "I don't want to hear anything you have to say."

Severus smirked. "Not even about your real parents."

Harry was confused. "My real parents? What do you mean my real parents?"

Remus realized, and looked to Albus. "You said Harry didn't fit the prophecy. But James and Lily did."

Albus refused to speak. "It is best laid to rest. It will only hurt you."

Harry stared at him. "Who are my parents?"

His entire life had been turned upside down on him already. He had found out he was not the boy who lived. He had been with abusive relatives, and risked his life, for nothing. And now he learned that he was not in fact the son of James and Lily. He wondered who his parents were, if they were alive, if he had any family out there as well. He didn't care what the old man said; he deserved to know the truth.

Albus sighed. "I would think about it Harry, do you really want to know? One was in the order, but the other took the mark."

An: So taking a vote on his dads (yes DADS) and a possible pairing for Harry. Albus is not evil, not an evil/dark Dumbledore story. But more Harry discovering who he is, and where he comes from.