...Then Who is He?
Chapter 1
I don't own Harry Potter
This is the sequel to If He's not who Think he is... If you haven't read that go read it before you read this.
"Alright, do you have everything you need Harry?" Mum asked me for about the millionth time.
"Yes Mum, I checked everything five times before we left home," I said, rolling my eyes.
"He has everything Remus, don't worry," Dad said, coming up behind me, "Your trunk is in the car with Ron and Hermione, Harry," he added, clapping my shoulders.
"Thanks Dad," I said, leaning back to look at him. "I better go. It's almost 11."
"Alright, have fun, be safe, and stay out of trouble," Mum said, giving me a hug.
"I can't do all three Mum," I called back to him as I ran towards the train.
Dad laughed before Mum could respond. "Tell Hagrid we said hi," he said, waving as the train began to move.
"Bye Mum, Bye Dad!" I called, waving to my parents as the platform began to disappear.
"Poor poor Potter," a obnoxious voice I knew too well came from behind me. "First your parents are dead, then they're a murderer and a were-wolf," Malfoy drawled, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him on either side.
"My father has never killed anyone," I said hotly, turning to face Malfoy. "Can you say the same for yours?"
Malfoy went red. "My father never did anything to anyone that didn't deserve it."
"You keep on believing that Malfoy," I said, turning from the three Slytherins to find my friends.
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"Why does Malfoy enjoy torturing me so much?" I asked, flopping into a seat in the car Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were in.
"What did he do this time?" Ron asked, looking up from the game of Exploding Snap he was playing with Neville.
"He was making digs at my parents, both sets."
"You know, my mum always said that when a boy makes fun of you it means he likes you," Hermione said, looking over the top of her book.
Ron snorted, "Maybe for you Hermione. But in case you haven't noticed, both Harry and Malfoy are guys."
"You never know," Hermione said, hiding behind her book again.
I echoed Ron's snort and watched the game he and Neville were playing.
But what Hermione has said got me thinking. My parents, my biological parents, were both men. But Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? He had made my life horrible ever since I had met him.
I tried to focus on the game in front of me and thinking of nothing more than who was going to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year and what would happen to them.