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Chapter 1

Harry slipped in to his seat beside his best friend Ron at the Gryffindor table. His head of house had felt the need to give him another warning about the escapee Sirius Black. He wasn't sure why every one assumed he was going to run off for revenge. Yes, He thought Black deserved everything the ministry would thought at him for betraying his parents, but he was not the ministry. He was s thirteen year old boy. He really hoped they would just leave him alone and he could have a quiet year. McGonagall had wanted a private word with Hermione, so they were still waiting on her, but Professor assured Harry she wouldn't keep her long. He smiled around the table taking in all the friends and house mates he hadn't seen over the summer break. He watched them for a few moments laughing and catching up with fellow Gryffindors or leaning over and talking to the Puffs or Ravens. He also tried to find the new first years. He noticed the same semi scared thrilled look on their small faces. He had missed the sorting again. It was good to be back at Hogwarts. As he started to dish up his plate, Hermione slipped in beside him and he gave her a soft smile and a nod before filling her own plate.

Harry started to say something but before he could say anything Ron piped up around a mouthful of friend chicken, "Oi, Mione wha' kep' you?" Harry gave an internal shudder at the sight of the half masticated chicken. He wondered if his best friend would ever learn decent table manners.

"Ronald…"Hermione just glared at the red head and tried once again to will good manners in to his thick head before turning to her own plate and giving up on him as a lost cause. At least for the moment. Ron ignored her as always and went back to his dinner.

Harry chuckled lightly at his friends. He thought about his whirlwind summer as he ate. Blowing up Marge, he refused to think of that woman as his 'aunt', even if he was told to call her such. He couldn't understand why when the woman seamed to hate him so much. That big dog that seemed to follow him for all of the preceding week before the 'great ballooning'. Then disappeared when he up and stormed out of his relatives house. His essentially month long Minister of Magic approved vacation. Fudge had seamed ecstatic to find Harry safe and sound. He had learned a little about Black but just ebough to know he belonged back in prison and to watch out for the maniac. Even his yearly conflict with Malfoy on the train felt oddly good, felt normal. He couldn't figure out why Malfoy seemed to obsess over him so much. Hopefully it wasnt some weird enemy crush thing. He gave a mental shrug and pushed the thoughts aside. Even the Dementor wasn't that bad all things considered. He was fine in the end and even was given a fair amount of chocolate to help. Not tha he ever wanted to remember those horrid memories again.

The only minor problem was the stomach cramps he had had around his birth day. They had made it almost impossible to do anything for a few days. He hadn't thought much about it since he had very much over indulged on food after being starved for a month by his relatives. He still regretted having three double chocolate ice cream sundaes that night.

Across the hall Draco watched Harry out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't figure out what it was that drew him to the other boy. Their yearly train confrontation still left a bitter taste behind. He knew better. He knew how very un-Slytherin it was. Yet every time he borded the train felt the need to confront to Potter. To teach him his place in his magical society. To make sure all the lesser magicals new their place. If he could just get Potter to accept his place then the rest of the bleating blood traitors would follow and then the mudbloods would follow. It would be a perfect world. Just like his father was always telling him.

Then he would get close to Potter, something would just switch inside him, and he became as brazen and stupid as the Gryffindors he despised. What was it about Harry Potter that so preoccupied Draco Malfoy? What was it that kept drawing Him, the great Draco Malfoy to the lowly Harry Potter? What connected them? The question had haunted Draco for two years now and he was no closer to an answer. He was going to figure it out this year. He daintily finished his supper. His mother never let him forget good manaers.

The main course had vanished and desert had just appeared when Ron looked at Harry and grinned. "Harry mate, I think you've been pranked. Look at your hair." Ron snickered as Harry pulled a lock of his hair in front of his eyes to inspect it. It had going a shocking platinum blonde and he felt it begin to touch his shoulders.

Harry gave a small laugh before shaking his head and turning to the usual culprits of all things prank related, the Weasley twins, "Really guys, Malfoy's hair?" Harry watched as the twins shook their heads. It wasn't often the Twins denied a prank with obvious evidence in front of them at least to other students. The twined geniuses like to take credit for their work. Harry could read it in there surprised faces that this one was not their doing.

As he started to look around wondering who had pranked him, was it Malfoy for another failed train experience, his stomach flared in pain. He noticed looks of shock and horror from his table mates. Stares and whispers where nothing new to harry but the shock and intensity of these stares was. His vision started to blur and he doubled over in pain as he saw professor McGonagall running up to him. Her wand out and her emerald robes fluttering behind her. 'Just peachy' he thought, 'what's wrong now?' He gratefully felt his consciousness fade with the mounting pain as he slumped against the Ron.

Harry's consciousness slowly faded back in with muffled voices. He could make out Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore's voice. They were asking Ron and Hermione about their time with Harry today. If anything had been strange. Who talked to him on the train, what he ate, and strange wizards or witches who may have talked to him. The questions went on and on.

He laid there for several long minutes listening to Hermione's detailed report seemingly from the second he stepped on the platform. Ron occasionally chiming in with a small bit. Laying there and listening to his day retold threw the extreme detail of his brilliant bookworm bushy haired friend he could find no missing details after he got to the plateform. Having also taking stock of his body while listening he felt he was able to respond finally, "I think you know my day better than I do, Hermione." Harry muttered out.

He could sense every one turn to him as he fumbled around for his glasses. Madame Pomfrey usually put them on his left side. Not wanting to deal with blurry vision along with the minor body aches he still had, he slipped his glasses on before opening his eyes. He quickly snapped them shut again only seeing four blurry people around his bed. Taking his glasses off, he tried opening them again only mildly surprised by his now clear vision. He looked down at his glasses and up to his friends and teachers with a silent request for information.

"Harry, my…Harry," Dumbledore started and then paused. "Perhaps it would be best to start with the visual first and then some questions." He conjured a medium sized hand mirror and passed it over to Harry. "It appears there have been some slight changes."

Harry took in his now platinum blonde hair, his smoke grey eyes, and the slightly pointed aristocratic features. 'Slight changes' was a huge understatement. "Ok so I look like a Malfoy. A, how is it connected to the pain, and B, please do tell me it's not permeant." He noted his voice went up in a pleading note at the end. Among these four, at least, he could at swallow his pride, just to not look like Malfoy was enough of a reason.

Before any one could say anything else, Ron in all his glorious Gryffindor brash bravery, "Huh… Harry Mate, look down." He wiggled his finger and pointed to Harry's lower body as if his words where not enough.

Hermione sighed and covered her face, McGonagall managed to purse her lips even tighter, and Dumbledore gave a small smile as his eyes twinkled. "What?" harry stated confusedly before looking down. Harry let out a magnificent girly scream. While the hospital gowns where not exactly flattering, Harry was well aware of the two small yet definitive mounds on his chest. His brain finally started to process what his senses had been telling him for the last several minutes. No longer aware or caring that he had an audience, he quickly stuffed his hand under the sheets and confirmed most guy's worst fear.

He snatched his hand out from under the sheet and looked around at the four people before him pleadingly. His breathing quickened and his eyes where darting around.

Hermione was noticing some of the classic signs of shock in her best friend. Quickly stepping up beside her friend she placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "We will figure it out Harry. There has to be a logical explanation." Harry Jumped a little at her touch but didn't pull away which she thought was good. She didn't want the Nurse to have to get Harry a calming draught.

As if her words were an incantation there was a small flash of light and an envelope appeared just above Harry's lap. It had a simply written 'To Harry' written on the front. Tentatively reaching for the envelope hoping for information and scared of it at the same time, Harry opened and pulled out the contents and started to read.

My dearest child,

I hope and pray you are reading this letter with your Dad, your god-father, and I. I hope we are all laughing at my paranoia. I have the feeling we won't be, so I am writing this letter. Your dad thinks I'm being silly but he is still, as with most things, indulging me. Know first that all three of us love you with all our hearts and will always do our best to take care of you. You are our child in every sense legally and magically. That being said, you are not a child of our bodies.

Your biological mother came to James and I one night begging us to take you and hide you some where she couldn't ever find you. She mentioned a prophecy and it being connected to Voldemort. We were already planning on taking several steps in order to hide our home. It was an easy thing to fake a hidden pregnancy. Many couples were not admitting to children till after the birth. James and Sirius continue to work for the DMLE as well as the Order. I continue to work on my Charms mastery. I'm using the knowledge I have gained to build the charm around you. It will have fallen off gradually the week before your thirteenth birthday. Happy birthday by the way sweetheart. Or at least the birthday we have set for you. The glamour will hide the beginning stages of puberty but I can't find a way to permanently change you. Nor do I think it is safe to do so with some kind of permanent charm. A friend of mine may have an idea how to help once he finishes his potions mastery. I realize I'm rambling because I'm scared for the future. All my work and study is in my journals. There is a self-updating connected copy in the family vault.

Back to you my dearest, again hopefully I, James, or Sirius can guide you through your choices this summer. Your body will need to mature naturally, so regular glamours are an option, as is embracing the new you. I am afraid the self-changing glamour I have designed would become too binding and harmful. I am also including a copy of our will just in case you need it. Merlin, I hope you don't need it. Again sorry for rambling honey. Your given name was Ariel and your biological mother is Narcissa Malfoy and you are the twin of Draco Malfoy.

Again my sweet child I pray to every muggle deity and every magical legendary figure this letter does not come as a shock to you.

Love always, your mum

Lily

P.S. Hey kiddo. It's your dad now and just wanted to say I love you too always will. You know just in case your mum is right. Love ya kiddo. Your Dad, Prongs.

Harry stared at the letter for a long moment trying to assimilate the information. It was nice to know how much his mum and dad did love him. He finally handed it over to Hermione and letting out a soft, "Merlin, I can't even do puberty normally. Well at least we didn't wait till Halloween for everything to go tits up." Harry let out a nervous giggle. Hermione passed the letter on and returned to watching her friend. She noticed his breathing was increasing pace. Harrys jaw and lips where silently working. "Merlin, I'm related to Malfoy. Bollocks, I'm a GIRL!" Her friends voice and continued to climb. She started to rub her friends shoulder and neck, trying to bring Harry back down a little. She didn't even say anything about her friend's use of foul language. Finally he flopped back against his pillows and just stared at the cieling

The doors to the hospital wing suddenly slammed open. Madame Pomfrey came running out of her office thinking there was another emergency. Six pairs of eyes turn to see a very disheveled and worried looking Draco standing just inside the doorway. Draco had started to feel anxious shortly after dinner, after watching potter be taken away after his collapse. The Slytherin table was too far away to see clearly but judging by the gasps of the closer students something had happened. Draco was so going to let Harry have it for collapsing twice in one day. The anxiety wasn't much at the beginning but it had slowly built. To the point where he had sprinted out of the Slytherin common room, not caring who saw his loss of calm, and ran all the way to the hospital wing. He couldn't tell what drove him just that he was panicked for some reason. Something drove him to need to be in the hospital wing.

Harry locked eyes with Draco and watched him with what he now knew where now matching smoke grey eyes. It was kind of strange yet funny to know his hair was calmly lying flat while Draco's was a mess right now. Harry watched as Draco's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. It took all of ten seconds before Draco's eyes rolled up in to his head, promptly passing out and crumpling to the floor.

The nurse rushed to check on the fallen boy and transport him to a bed as Harry gave another very girly giggle before deadpanning, "If this is all it took to get him to be quite I would have turned in to a girl first year."

Hermione looked at her friend worried but knowing Harry would get over the shock in time. As she was wondering if she should say anything or just keep rubbing Harry's neck the door which hadn't completely closed yet was nudged open and a large black dog entered. Between one second and the next the dog blurred in to a human. Scruffy and far more disheveled than Draco had been. The adults looked terrified and the children confused. Dumbledore and McGonagall rapidly drew and pointed there wands at the new induvial. The school nurse placed on hand on Draco's still unconscious shoulder. Her grip tightened on her wand. She knew she wasn't the best Dueler but she knew some good battlefield defensive magic to go with her healing.

A string of thoughts suddenly raced across Harry's mind. His mum's letter mentioned a third person wo would take care of him. A Godfather...some one named Sirius...and now here stood Sirius Black. He regonized him from all the wanted posters in Diagon ally. Oh merlins pants, her wondered if it was the same Sirius. Could his life get any more messed up.

The man raised his hands level with his shoulders and calmly stated, "I'm innocent Albus Minnie, and I can explain everything. Just please hear me out." The man's gaunt face held a pleading hope in his eyes. He watch all 3 grip there wands tighter and prayed he was not about to die.