Setting- 5th year

Pairing- DM/HG , Dramione [Herco?]

Summary- An uncertain boy and an uncetain girl with an uncertain future.

AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hello, dear readers. This is the sequel to REVELATIO. If you haven't read that then this wouldn't make any sense. I promise it's not bad!


CHAPTER 1

SOME THINGS CHANGED


The past always

catches you. You

can never forget

your mistakes.

Unless you 'Obliviate',

of course.

- Anonymous


THE DAILY PROPHET

1st August 1995

MALFOY MURDER REMAINS UNSOLVED

By Rumi Maziska

It has almost been a month since the mysterious and unsolved murder of Draco Malfoy, a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was found dead in his room. Healers had declared that the Unforgivable Killing Curse had been inflicted upon him. What was more strange was the fact that his grave had been dug open and the body taken away, just a day after the burial. Numerous search operations have been conducted but the body has still not been found. The Auror Department has named a few suspects, the prime one being Lucius Malfoy, the victim's father. Though it is not confirmed but it is strongly being suggested that the murder could be the work of an ex-death eater. Aurors are still trying to determine what this death means and how it could be tied to the Quidditch World Cup incident. The ludicrous claims of Harry Potter are not being taken into account.


Remember the place you once told me about a long time ago? I am there, ALIVE.

-yours


5th Aug.95

Dear Hermione,

How are you? I hope you're fine. I received the birthday present you sent me. Thank you for saving from the awful meals that the Dursleys serve me.

Will you please tell me what's going on in the wizarding world? What about Dumbledore? I need to know. And when are you finally telling me what happened when you disappeared?

Please reply soon, the Dursleys are eating up my mind with their trash talk.

-yours Harry


5th Aug.95

Dear Ron,

Thank you for the chocolates. What's going on? I demand to know. By the way, did you find out where had Hermione disappeared off to and why had she come back falling from a broomstick? Please reply soon.

-yours Harry

6th August 1995

Dear Harry,

We are fine. Hope to meet you at school. Can't tell you much about our current location right now. Nor can I tell you anything else. I am truly sorry.

-yours Hermione


6.8.95

Dear Harry,

We are fine. Can't tell you much right now. Sorry mate. However what I can tell you is that Hermione has been really nervous for Merlin knows what reason. You and I know that she has been very strange since she got back from her disappearance. I even caught her crying profusely once. I hope that when you come, we can see what's wrong with her.

-yours Ron

P.S.- I think that you must be knowing that the git, Malfoy's been solid dead for one month now. He deserved that. I want to send flowers to the person who did it. Don't you?


Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place was not a habitable place. At least not by his standards. It was rodent and insect infested and his grand aunt's screaming didn't help much either. But he was grateful for it. It gave him a place to hide, a place to make plans and a place to call home in the true sense.

He had landed there in the night with nothing but the clothes on his back, his wand and his spirit for revenge. Of course he had changed his appearance, for the sun would shower rain before the Order trusted a Malfoy. He was Isaac Noigna now. Gone was Draco Malfoy, the snobby and outspoken pureblood with platinum blond hair. Isaac Noigna was a quiet brown-haired boy who preferred to keep to himself. He was a halfblood whose parents had been killed years ago by You-Know-Who. Isaac had never attended Hogwarts, having been home-schooled. He had been sent to the Order by his Godfather who was now deceased.

Of course one old man knew the truth in its entirety. It was that clever old man only who had crafted the image of Isaac Noigna.

Draco had been lucky that he had stumbled upon Dumbledore that black foggy night. Had it been anyone else he was sure to have been hexed to oblivion on the spot. He had thought that the house would be empty, seeing that his mother had told him that it was ancient and probably unused. However it was as empty as a wardrobe bursting with clothes. Dumbledore had been very kind to him and not been the least surprised. He had poured his heart out and told him all about Voldemort's sinister schemes. He had told him how he had been forced to become a death eater and kidnap Hermione.

The old wizard had agreed to keep him but not made him join the Order as he was still underage, though he was much more involved in their dealings than the other children present there. He had also agreed to let him attend his fifth year at Hogwarts as Isaac.

That had all happened a month ago.

Now as he sat in the empty dining hall, he remarked that the greyed walls and the darkened wooden furnishings seemed more homely than the Malfoy Manor. The cobwebbed interiors and the torn and faded curtains made sure he was not reminded of the unnatural perfectness of his previous house. He had completely changed his opinion of the Weasley family. They were no longer a poor family in his eyes. They were warm-hearted people who welcomed him like he was part of them.

Oh! If only they knew the truth...

In the beginning, Ron and his other siblings had regarded him suspiciously. He reckoned he must have looked like 'someone they knew'. But then his totally changed attitude washed away their suspicions. He even participated in damning the old Draco Malfoy with them. Dumbledore had done a very good job disguising him. He didn't look like his old self at all. The scars that the Dark Lord had bestowed upon him further made him look less and less like the old version of him.

But the person he had wanted the most to see stayed really faraway from him. Hermione Granger was no longer the same fiery girl he had seen at Hogwarts. No, she was secluded and utterly quiet. She was polite to him but something about the way she looked at him, made him think that she had really loved the hidden side of his old version and somehow he couldn't help but worry that somewhere in Isaac Noigna, she saw Draco Malfoy.

The moment he had first laid his eyes on her, he had wanted to transform in his original self and pull her to his chest. But that couldn't have happened. He had to be hidden to keep her safe, to keep his own self safe.

A sudden, "Isaac!", pulled him out of his thoughts.

Mrs. Weasley walked in carrying a huge amount of various treats on a platter. Numerous other platters were levitating behind her.

"Will you help set the table dear?"

"Of course."

As soon as he stood to take up a platter, very loud pops of apparition frightened Mrs. Weasley out of her wits and she lost her balance. So did the platters.

But a swish and flick of his hand did the job and brought the food to its intended destination safely. She looked astonished at him but nonetheless said, "Thank you dear." and then she turned towards the grinning forms of Fred and George.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you can come down the stairs without magic?"

"Many times we guess.", they said simultaneously.

"Your brothers never did this sort of thing. Charlie never levitated things around, Bill never transfigured plates into glasses and Percy-", she stopped speaking. The subject of Percy was soft one after all. Everyone knew that.

She regained her composure and continued. "Shut up your banter and call the others down for breakfast. Moody and the others must be coming."

"Alrighty", they said but he could easily see that their mirth had been clearly decreased. As they went upstairs, they looked at him quizzically with a look that said- 'Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

He looked away.

Soon the old dinner table was creaking with the weight of tasty hot food and Ron, Hermione and Ginny had come down. "I hope they reach safely.",Ginny said nervously.

"Yes, me too.", replied Hermione.

"They will. Don't you worry.", Ron comforted them.

They still hadn't noticed him at the table but then Ron saw him and went to sit beside.

"Hey Isaac"

"Hello"

They sat there, talking amicably. It had been a month but he still couldn't believe that he was having a civil, if not friendly conversation with Ron Weasley of all the people. Hermione came to sit tentatively beside Ron, just to look at the newcomer of the group.

"Hello Hermione"

"Hi", she said quietly and then he continued his Quidditch conversation with Ron.

He glanced at her now and then and she couldn't help but see Draco in him. She strongly suspected that he was related to the Malfoys but then he was a halfblood and she knew that the Malfoys would rather die than 'taint' their bloodline. But it couldn't hurt asking, could it?

However before she could ask anything, in sauntered Moody, Lupin, Tonks and... Harry.


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