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The battle dies down. Nobody expected James Potter talking to Voldemort.
"You won't win!" Screams Potter.
"And that because...?" asks Voldemort, who now looks like an older version of Tom Riddle.
"We have the Boy-Who-Lived," states James Potter.
"No, you actually don't," smirks Voldemort.
"What do you mean?" asks Lily Potter. "Did Charlie become a dark wizard?"
She looks really confused. It makes Harry laugh. How, for Merlin's sake, she can be so naive?
"And what if I tell you," he starts, "That I am the one who vanquished the Dark Lord that night? That I am the real Boy-Who-Lived? The one son you sent to muggles and forgot about?"
At this point many gasps can be heard. If not about neglecting a magical child (what is perceived as an unforgivable crime by society), then about The Golden Family not being so perfect as they thought.
"This cannot be true!" screams someone from the crowd.
"What? That I'm the real Boy-Who-Lived, or that I wouldn't know about magic if I hadn't been adopted by five wonderful people? Or maybe that these five people were Hogwarts' founders and Merlin themselves and they made me their heir?" asked Hadrian in a sarcastic tone.
Everyone was shocked. They knew Harry as a quiet person who never had friends, being almost invisible.
He never seemed to listen in class, but if he was asked a question, he always answered correctly. At all he was the reason his house — Ravenclaw — won the cup ror seven years in a row.
Hadrian performed spells flawlessly and never brewed an unperfect potion, though he didn't strut around like a peacock bragging about his scores.
Nobody thought that he was... who he was. Everyone was whispering.
"My son..." started James.
"I'm not your son. I stopped being your family when you passed my inheritance to Charles," interrupted Harry.
And then he attacked. Unpredictable. Fast. In his own, strange way peaceful. Invicible.
As if someboty clicked "play" button, battle continued.
And who cares how it ended.