Realize The Truth
Chapter 1: Another Teacher
1 September 1995, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland…..
All students of Hogwarts sat on the tables of their houses.
There was something mysterious in the air. Mainly around the Gryffindor table.
"Who do you think who'll be our new DADA teacher?" Hermione asked.
"Probably someone from the Ministry, dad told this man was kinda mysterious." Ron replied.
Harry didn't listen to his friends, he was looking at the tall figure with a black cape sitting next to Snape, their teacher Potions. The figure was a very mysterious man and a small braid hang down the man's shoulders, making him even more mysterious than he already looked in that black cape.
"Harry?" it was Hermione. "Where are you looking at?" she asked.
"That man next to Snape, who is he?" Harry asked.
"He could be our new DADA teacher." Hermione replied. "Through I'm not sure."
"I don't see anyone of the Ministry around, maybe Dumbledore did find a good DADA teacher." Harry said, full of hope which he knew what could be shattered.
Dumbledore stood up and walked to his usual place at the book in front of the tables. He raised his voice. "Students of Hogwarts, as each year, we have a new teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts. He is from a city far away from here, please, welcome Professor Anakin Skywalker." Dumbledore said, pointing with his arm at the rising figure in black, who pulled away the hood.
The new Professor looked like he was only 20 years old, his face unscarred and his dark blonde hair in some weird haircut. The hair on his head was all flat and on the right side of his face hang the braid.
Just as always, everyone clapped as the new Professor bowed.
"Is he one of them?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked better at the new teacher, who'se bright blue eyes were filled with kindness, wisdom and protectiveness. "No, he isn't." he replied. "He's not from the Ministry."
"Why do you think that?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, I…. just feel it." Harry said.
"We'll see who he is. Ron, we need to lead the new ones to the Tower. We see you there Harry." Hermione said, smiled and walked away. Ron just followed.
Harry went to the Gryffindor tower, not really knowing what to think about the new Professor.
This Professor was young, but clearly no ex-student from Hogwarts. Harry would've known him if he had been. And Skywalker wasn't really a wizarding name, not even a Muggle name, it was a weird name.
Once he was in the Tower, he immediately went to the boy dorms, trying to avoid everyone's eyes.
Harry went to his first class, Transfiguration, without any sleep. He hadn't slept any moment last night.
"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked with worry as she saw him sitting like that. "How much have you slept last night?"
"I couldn't sleep." Harry replied. "Nothing to worry about."
"You should go to sleep." Hermione said. "Just ask McGonagall if you may skip this class."
"I can't. I need to be in the classes today, Hermione." Harry said. "And if I try to sleep, I probably won't be able to. I wasn't able to last night and I won't be able now."
Then the Slytherins walked in. But Malfoy did not walk in the front, he walked a few meters behind the others unlike usual.
"What's up with Malfoy?" Harry asked. "That's unlike him."
Malfoy stopped in front of Harry and Hermione. "Is this seat still free?" he asked.
"Y-y-yes." Harry stammered in surprise.
Malfoy smiled, he didn't smirk arrogantly like usual, this smile was kind and polite. "Thank you, Harry." he said, put down his bag and sat down next to Harry.
The Slytherins reacted with shock, as did the Gryffindors.
"Malfoy? What's wrong with you today?" Hermione asked.
"Please, call me Draco. And really nothing is wrong with me, I'm perfectly fine, Hermione." Malfoy replied. "What makes you think there's something wrong with me?"
"Uhm… you're so nice to us, to both of us. You've never showed kindness in the past 4 years." Hermione replied. "Plus you're a Slytherin."
"Something has changed about you, I don't know what it is, but it feels like a positive change." Harry said, slightly closing his eyes as he looked at Malfoy.
"I will tell you later, not now, not with them here." Malfoy said and silently pointed at the other Slytherins.
"That won't be a problem." Harry said.
And when McGonagall walked in, the lesson started.
Harry, Hermione and Draco kept talking all day long, about all things and everything.
"That aunt & uncle must have been really awful." Draco said.
They were free for the day and they were now sitting in the grass of the fields around Hogwarts.
"They were. Once I finish school, I won't go back anymore, then I'll be free." Harry said.
"Sounds like a plan. Hermione is the only one of us who has a good life with her family." Draco concluded.
"What is it then with your family? You haven't told us." Harry asked.
Draco laid down in the grass, looking up at the blue sky. "It's no fun to be a Pureblood, you know. Especially when your 'dad' holds so much power within the Ministry that you're afraid of him, everyone is afraid of him, and afraid of me too." he sighed. "I can't hold up his expectations anymore, I'm not the son he wants me to be. I just …. can't be who I truly am, the son my mother raised."
"Aren't you overdoing this a little?" Harry asked. "Because I'm not afraid of Lucius Malfoy."
Draco sighed. "You don't understand it, you're not afraid of anybody. But once you know who Lucius Malfoy really is, you would know what I mean. He threatens me and my mother, that if we ever leave, that he'll break us." he replied.
"But that's awful!" Hermione said with shocked eyes. "A parent shouldn't threaten his own child."
"I guess that Lucius Malfoy thinks I'm not his child." Draco said. "And sometimes, I also think like that."
"What makes you think so?" Harry asked, also lying down in the grass.
"The way we think." Draco replied. "He thinks noble Purebloods are the only race of witches and wizards who deserve to live. For me, Halfbloods and Muggleborns also deserve a chance to live, though I haven't behaved to that thought the past 4 years. I needed to let people think I was my 'father's' son."
"One thing is kinda strange." Harry said and sat up. "You call your father by his first name?"
"That's the thing you know." Draco said, sat up and wrapped his arms around his legs.
"What do you mean with that?" Harry asked.
Draco sighed and looked at his newfound friends. His eyes were shiny bright blue now, yet sad. "You wouldn't believe me if I told." he said.
"You can always tell us." Hermione said. "Nobody wants to believe that Voldemort has returned, which is true. If your 'secret' is also true, we'll believe it."
Draco looked at the grass and sighed before he looked up again, facing Harry and Hermione. "Lucius Malfoy is not my biological father."
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