"My family is more complicated than I have told you." He started softly, his entire body shaking from nerves. Fred just wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulders and held him close, patiently waiting for him to gather himself. "My name is Hartford Thomas Riddle for my Father, his name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, the Half-Blood son of Muggle Thomas Riddle and Pureblood Merope Gaunt." Steeling himself for what could come, Harry pulled his wand out and spelled his Father’s name out in the air, the letters sparkling like fireworks, he then gave a fierce wave, the letters rearranging. "I am the son and heir of Lord Voldemort." He finished when the letters spelled out; I am Lord Voldemort. He was startled when he realised Fred was chuckling, his face buried in Harry’s hair. "Is that what you were worried about telling me?" He asked when he caught his breath. "From the way you avoided talking about him, I had guessed he was a high ranking Death Eater or something, The Dark Lord himself isn’t that much difference." "You mean.. You had suspected something like this and you don’t care?" Harry asked incredulously. "Hart. You are my soulmate, I would follow you anywhere." Fred promised kissing Harry’s head softly while wrapping his arms around the second year’s waist, pulling him in tight. "What about your family?" Harry asked uncertainly. "What family?" Fred scoffed, derision clear in his eyes. "They parade around like the perfect Light family. It’s just a lie. Mum is a harpy who is only happy when screeching at me and George for something. Nothing is good enough for her. She drove Bill and Charlie away and doesn’t even think she was in the wrong. No, apparently they were for following their dreams and not what she wanted them to do. Bill works for Gringotts; he is their best curse-breaker, trust me he could work anywhere for them, yet he chose to go to Egypt. Charlie is a dragon-tamer, like Bill, he is one of the best in his field. When he finished his apprenticeship he had offers from four different reserves, yet moved to Romania." Harry watched wide-eyed as Fred continued to rant. "Dad is just a weak man, never sticking up for his children, just watching as she insults us and yells at nothing." Fred sighed defeatedly. "Percy is just a tosser, he follows everything Mum says without question, he believes in rules and laws, even if they are wrong. He also worships The Minister." He gagged loudly as Harry giggled, feeling Fred’s pain he wrapped his arms around his neck and held him close.