Chapter One

As the familiar and loathed tugging took Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory away from the middle of the triwizard tournament maze, all Harry could think was 'Fucking Portkey'. And then they landed, Harry's face smashing into the wet grass. At least it wasn't pavement, but looking around at the graveyard that surrounded them he wondered if a road wouldn't have been better. Worst of all, though a deserted graveyard at twilight was bad, was the sight of his parents' betrayer Peter Pettigrew. The trail of events felt like a nightmare, as if he was lost in a dream. Cedric murdered. He caught and helpless tied to a gravestone with a horribly familiar name. Voldemort's resurrection. And finally the moment he had been dreading, his death while surrounded by the watching Death Eaters.

"Do you know how to duel, Mr. Potter?

He didn't really know how. He didn't want to try just to be played with. His only real option was escape and that was looking farther and farther from possible despite his no longer restrained status. Just as he was about to say no, another voice came from behind him. It was like looking in a mirror, a self-improving mirror at that. His reflection, taller by a few inches with a much better build, summoned his wand out of his hand; its going so easily felt like a betrayal. "I do," the decoy said. Voldemort was just as confused as he was. Who the hell was this and where did he get a body improving polyjuice potion?

"Who are you?" demanded the suspiciously familiar voice from the center of the Death Eaters.

Voldemort's reply was instant, "Crucio. Don't forget you place Malfoy. I am the one asking questions here."

The impostor smirked, "I'm the real Harry Potter. That boy over there is my double Adris Hasteur."

For the first time Harry had something in common with Voldemort's and his Death Eaters, complete and utter disbelief. Voldemort and Harry spoke at the same time, "Of course, I'm/he's the real Harry Potter."

With a complex wand movement Harry felt a spell flow over him as if he had been submerged in a warm swimming pool and was just getting out. Looking down in horror Harry saw his skin tone changing as well as the shape of his hands. But worst of all was the knowledge that this was his real appearance. It felt right at an instinctual level.

"You mean he was a fake all along. You still have the blood protections of you mother…" Voldemort was so angry he couldn't speak.

But the real Harry wasn't going to let go of his upper hand. "Yes, I'm the real Harry Potter. I have been trained from a young age to fight you, rather than living in ignorance with my muggle relatives."

"But that's my wand," the newly fake Harry said, but no his name was Adris wasn't it.

"This wand never Chose you, it was mine and it was brought back to Olivanders for you to retrieve. I gave you a reflection of my memory of getting my wand so that it would feel like your own. I've been the one facing Voldemort all this time, with the Philosopher's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets, whenever you began to confront him I would come and send him back." Another even more complicated wand movement and Latin he couldn't quite make out let Adris remember his world falling out from under his feet. Going through all the challenges to reach the Philosopher Stone, telling Hermione to go back while he went forward and then nothing, unconsciousness. And his memory of the Mirror of Erised, gone as if he had never seen it. He probably hadn't. Adris was thankful to find nothing missing from his third year; his memories of Sirius were real. Sirius' words might have been meant for someone else, but it was still his. The largest memory change was that of the Chamber of Secrets. The real Harry had been beside him all along, getting caught on the other side of the cave in with him. They had fought the Basilisk together. Harry casting powerful spells towards the Basilisk as Adris wished for Albums Dumbledore's help. Fawkes's arrival with the sorting hat helped turn the battle. Fawkes fought the Basilisk and Harry fought with the more and more solid Tom Riddle while Adris retrieved the Sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat and then slayed the Basilisk. Finally Harry killed the Tom Riddle diary with the basilisk fang. Adris then passed out as Fawkes healed him with a tear. All the rest of the remembered experiences were his own, Adris.

Relieved that his life really had been his own, his experiences, his life, he was quite happy not to be the Boy-Who-Lived. Adris was in such a state of shock reliving the past that he hardly noticed the duel between Voldemort and Harry going on beside him. Survival instincts had kicked in leading Adris to hide behind a somewhat damaged gravestone. Adris wondered how on earth he was going to escape. Suddenly a golden light appeared on the other side of the gravestone. Peering over, Adris saw a golden cage forming around Harry and Voldemort and then lifting them into the air. Ignoring the panicking Death Eaters, Adris crawled toward Cedric's body and the tournament cup, feeling terribly vulnerable without his wand. The only way back was the way he had come, Portkey.

As Adris finally reached Cedric's body after hiding multiple times, he heard shouts and a colorful barrage of curses coming in his direction. Harry raced in front of them dodging from side to side nimbly, the lucky bastard with perfect timing. After all it had been Adris that Voldemort had Crucioed. It wasn't something he was likely to forget for the rest of his life.

Harry summoned the Portkey to him as he grabbed Adris; "Hold onto Cedric's body," was all Harry got out before they were all taken away from the graveyard that would haunt Adris' nightmares.

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Adris already thought that he had a well developed dislike of Portkey's. It had been a massive understatement, he absolutely loathed them. Not holding on directly to the Portkey made the trip even worse, not to mention the almost unbearable weight of Cedric's body pulling on his arms. When they arrived in front of the maze and in full view of the Triwizard cup audience all Adris could do was roll away from Cedric and throw up. The audience rushed towards them, most prominently Professor Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic. It reminded Adris of a stampede of elephants he had seen once on the Discovery channel he had seen while channel hopping. Luckily they were all aimed at Harry, he could answer everything. Looking up he saw Snape's suspicious gaze on him. Harry and Cedric had left the maze together and come back with an extra person, the fact that the new person wasn't Adris wouldn't be apparent to anyone.

After Harry's announcement that Voldemort was back, he had been escorted away quickly by Moody from the hysterical crowd. As Adris started to get up he felt a heavy hand come down on his shoulder. Turning as he stood, he was not surprised to see that the hand belonged to Professor Snape. Just as the torturous interrogation was going to take place Professor McGonagall came and told Snape to take him to the headmaster's office.

The walk up the headmaster's office took place in complete silence, except for Snape's murmured healing spell for the cut on his arm and a disgusting potion that Adris forced down. Despite Snape's practically nice demeanor, Adris could feel the Professor's eyes on him. Adris speculated that Snape had already noticed how familiar he was with the castle and particularly the route to the Headmaster's office.

After they finally arrived in the office, with Fawkes as its only occupant Snape immediately sneered, "What exactly was that farce outside Mr. Potter. I wasn't to know exactly what is going on here."

Adris' realizations were finally starting to catch up with him after their sudden escape, "I would like to know that as well, Professor. Do you have any knowledge on why that Harry declared me Adris Hasteur in front of Voldemort and his followers?"

"Hasteur?" Snape asked, for once visibly shocked, so shocked he didn't even cringe in response to his statement of You-Know-Who's name. "Adris? But they said you had died with your mother in a Death Eater attack."

"How was she killed," Adris asked suddenly, recalling the terrible memories that Dementors called up for him. The screaming, the laughing, the green light.

"Killing curse," Snape replied uncommonly sincere, lacking his usual sneering, sarcastic and general unpleasantness completely lacking. They stood there staring at each other in silence until they heard the staircase activate and the Headmaster enter the room.

"I'm sure you both have lots of questions my dear boys, some tea while we talk?"

"Automatic no's issued from both their mouths. Glaring at each other they both took seats and watched the headmaster impatiently as he conjured and poured tea. Reaching for his bowl of lemon drops with his mouth open, Adris' patience snapped.

"What the hell is going on Headmaster? Why is there a real Harry potter out there and why was I living his fucking miserable life while he was receiving battle training from a young age?" Ignoring Snape's automatic scolding to be respectful, Adris' gaze focused on the Headmaster as he stood in front of his hastily pushed away chair.

Motioning him back into his chair Dumbledore started," As you now know you are actually Adris Hasteur. You mother, Alexia Hasteur, was murdered the night of Halloween that Harry Potter banished Voldemort. You had been hidden in a closet. When members of the Order of the Phoenix, a group fighting against Voldemort, went to investigate the Dark Mark over you house you were found and taken back to Hogwarts for medical treatment as was Harry. Unfortunately, you had no legal guardian specified in your mother's will, she was the last of her line, and your father's identity had never been revealed."

Adris heart sunk. He still had no other family. But he still had some hope; his father's heritage might result in some blood family. Blood family, at least he now knew he and the Dursley's weren't related, thank god. Dumbledore continued on.

"The Country was celebrating, all cares forgotten in the tale of their Savior, the Boy-Who-Lied. But I knew Voldemort had only been defeated, not destroyed. I needed a way to protect Harry, and you needed a place to stay. I had already known one wizard that had ended up in an orphanage," he said with a nod, both of them thinking of Tom Riddle. "You already looked alike with black hair and pale skin, though your eyes are dark blue now. It seemed a perfect shield for Harry, as he needed to be protected so that he could defeat Voldemort in the future. It was for the greater good, and it enabled the public to have a figure of Harry Potter to keep them going as the real Harry worked to be able to protect them, and you."

"HEADMASTER that has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say. Not even coming close to you ridiculous words starting every feast. I had to be abused by people I wasn't even related to, kept ignorant of my own magic, and forced to be a public hero for something that had absolutely nothing to do with me. All for you fucking Greater Good," Adris yelled.

The Headmaster smiled sadly, "Yes. It was too important. But it seems that Harry didn't get rid of your instinctual magical connection, just the glamour."

"Connection?" Snape asked as Adris was gaping in horror.

"Yes, it gave you similar personalities, similar instinctual magical skills, most obviously in Defense. You couldn't be too different when you switched back. It also enabled you to feel Voldemort through you reflection of Harry's scar. Wait a moment while I get rid of it … undisturbed."

Adris' raging temper which had started to make itself known by shaking the window's and the delicate instruments all over the office suddenly dissipated. Adris had gone cold. It wasn't just his memories Dumbledore and the Golden Boy had influenced but his personality, his magic even. He knew from now on that he was never going to trust Albus Dumbledore again.

Snape had been startled by the earlier display of magic, but much more so at Dumbledore's words. Dumbledore had taken a Hasteur and cast a magical influence on a member of a family known for Old Magical knowledge and Gifts. Hasteur's were well known for being able to resist almost all magical influences. But, if Dumbledore had cast them on a baby his magic wouldn't have been strong enough to combat it. It made sense too; he had been very surprised to discover that Potter had cast off the imperious in DADA on the first try. He had written it off as him being a stubborn, stupid child but that had been too easy an answer. Shivering, Severus noticed that the air temperature had dropped tremendously, centered around Hasteur.

"Do you have anything else to tell me Headmaster?" Adris asked as coldly as his breath that was starting to become visible. "No ... the ... I will be off, I can't talk to you anymore or I am going to destroy something important."

Calling after the Headmaster said, "You might go somewhere you could require it."

Severus was left standing there, the floor knocked out from under him. That had been a very large personality change. It had been almost Slytherin.

"Severus if you would go after him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. You might also give him this potion; he had some growing up to do." Severus recognized the potion immediately; of he had made it years ago. Spinning around his robes swirling behind him he followed the new Hasteur to the Room of Requirement.

"He asked you to follow me?"

"Yes, and he gave me a potion for you to take. Harry potter might be 14 going on 15 but Adris Hasteur is 16 as of a few weeks ago."

"Of course, I had to be eleven at the same time as Harry Potter otherwise it wouldn't make sense to the inquisitive, nosy public. So I was a year and one month older than him."

Once they got in the room, the cold atmosphere following them, Severus could see tables and rows of fine glassware surrounding them. Adris held his hand out for the potion. He downed it whole with a disgusted expression. Severus had been wondering if he would grow more magically mature but nothing prepared him for the burst of magic that came out of Hasteur. Of course, Severus could have hit himself. Adris had passed the Hasteur magical maturity in age by weeks and hadn't inherited his gifts because of the influence of the potion.

The room suddenly created a window to the outside of the castle and opened. A black and silver cane flew inside faster than a broom, straight at Adris. Severus kept expecting it to slow down but instead Adris caught the cane a foot from his face spinning with the momentum.

Treating the cane as a staff Adris drew a large circle around him and then a ring of runes on the inside and them another circle glowing a light blue. Severus could see that Adris' eyes were completely glassed over, the magic had taken control. Severus saw a rune suddenly started being drawn on Adris' skin just above his collar bone. Severus wasn't very knowledgeable about runes but he knew that one of them was for snakes and another for knowledge. Another set was written on the back of his neck, 'inner sight'. Then even more surprising wings were drawn on his back, bird's wings. And then another symbol appeared on his right wrist, a knife and on the other side an exact sketch of the cane in his hand. More symbols started to appear one by one between his hipbones. Once the circle finally stopped Adris was left only wearing a pair of jeans looked like they would have fallen off except for the belt that barely held them on. The rest of his clothing falling in scraps cut by the runes being inscribed on his skin.

Severus was more than startled, but then so was Adris. Sending a wave of magic from the cane exploding all the glass in that direction, Adris turned to Severus, the magic still riding him. "I need to go to Gringotts. Right now." Severus knowing a lost cause when he saw it handed Adris his outer robes and shrunk them to the correct size and followed him back to the headmaster's office which was thankfully empty, if surprisingly.

Stepping through the floo after Adris into Gringotts he wasn't surprised to see that the Hasteur had managed to throw the entire bank into a shocked silence. Robes not even buttoned up Adris stood over the Hasteur seal on the floor of Gringotts as all of the Old Magic families had their crest's emblazoned there. As he watched the seal lit with the same glow from before as Adris traced the outside of the circle around the seal with the cane as he stood inside it.

Cries of shock and surprise sparked and traveled among the few customers there, a much reduced crowd since they hadn't been able to get seats at the tournament. Suddenly books came from within the seal with different symbols on the front of them. As they circled Adris books that matched the symbols gracing his skin dropped to the floor in a pile as each symbol glowed until each symbol was accounted for by a book. The seal suddenly went dark once more.

Adris stood there in surprise wondering what exactly had happened. Turning to Severus to ask Adris was approached by a goblin. "Lord Hasteur, it is good to see you take up you inheritance. We had started to think you had been murdered despite your vault considering you still alive."

"I … I was being held under a de-aging potion that probably … interfered," Adris speculated quietly trying to avoid the notice of the crowd, despite the fact they were all staring at him.

Severus stepping forward suggests they go into a private meeting room to continue any discussions. A dazed Adris followed behind him. He was a Lord, like Malfoy's father, what the hell?

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Half an hour previously, Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office

Albus Dumbledore was not having a good day. Voldemort had gotten a body back, and had called his Death Eaters. Not to mention that Harry had immediately declared Voldemort returned the instant he came back. He had thought had had made his thoughts clear to Harry just a few days ago. Harry was to try and stop Voldemort from getting his body back. And if he didn't get their soon enough, he was to let Voldemort know about his double and then return with proof of Voldemort's existence. That would restrain Voldemort's action as he tried to investigate Harry, while the world prepared for his return. But no, he had returned with no proof outside of a dead body, with his double at that. It would have been so much more convenient if he had just left him there.

Albus had made an enemy tonight and he knew it. A Hasteur as your enemy was not good at all. He hoped that Adris would still be invested in destroying the Dark Lord but he wouldn't know for a while. He had previously avoided all contact with Alexia Hasteur and particularly with her father, who had created quite a few problems for him decades ago. But Adris wasn't really as Hasteur since he lacked the knowledge of someone from Old Magic. And none of the other Old Magic families displayed their allegiance so openly so Adris wouldn't be able to find other instruction.

The boy was still a child. He would need to impose a secrecy spell on his previous identity soon so that he wouldn't reveal the secret, but he couldn't have done it with Severus present. Severus needed to give what information that he had to Voldemort when he called. Why Harry had to go and tell Voldemort about his training he couldn't understand. Maybe he hadn't been straight forward enough with the boy, not many people beside Severus understood his riddles. But it was plain strategic thinking; don't tell the enemy you hidden strengths. But Harry was truly a Gryffindor; no matter how much Albus hoped he would show basic strategic thinking it was heart first with the rest just following.

As he was considering Harry, he burst into his office panting "Moody was a polyjuiced Death Eater; I have him restrained in his office with the real Moody that was trapped in his trunk. He can get a trial with Vertiserum, it's the proof you need sir."

Albus smiled, Harry hadn't let him down yet, he shouldn't have given up hope. "Lead the way my boy." Soon enough he saw the fake and real Moody in Moody's office. He quickly called for Amelia Bones the head of the MLE. He knew if Fudge got involved immediately then he might try and cover it up. He had already been trying to deny Voldemort's return. She soon arrived with Aurors. They were all soon shocked to discover the fake Moody's identity was Barty Crouch Jr. who had supposedly died in prison. All and all things were going quite well, until as Harry and he were walking towards his office when they were spotted by Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger. Before they could go spilling secrets he all hurried them into his office, with a smile.

Before he could even get a word out Ms. Granger pounced. "Professor Dumbledore, who is this boy? He looks like Harry, but he isn't at all. He's much too healthy, well Harry was healthy but not that tall or filled out …"

Mr. Weasley soon interrupted, "What happened to you mate? Did Voldemort … do something to you? Do you not remember us? But Hermione's right you look to healthy, the other boy looked more like you would expect after facing You-Know-Who."

Before Dumbledore could get a word in edgewise, Harry went and spilled even more secrets. He explained that the other boy had been Adris Hasteur his double, and that they were finally switching back since he was trained enough and Voldemort had returned. The war was starting soon and since Harry was a target it should be him facing Voldemort instead of his untrained double, since he was the only one that could kill the Dark Lord.

Dumbledore quickly interrupted before Harry could tell them about the prophecy. The boy couldn't keep a secret to save his life it seemed. "Harry will be taking his rightful place and I was hoping you would help get him settled in, smooth the edges with people he doesn't know. Your family Mr. Weasley will know the truth as well as the Order of the Phoenix which you will all become very familiar with soon. Now Harry you can't be seen before everyone leaves for the summer since anyone looking at you right now will notice the differences. You trip on the train you will have to be under glamour but they generally don't last long or under too much scrutiny. After the summer you new look will just be written off as a growth spurt."

"Were should I hide until then Professor," Harry asked.

"Why don't all three of you go to the hospital wing and get acquainted, there is a lot you need to know, and I am sure that Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger have a lot of questions for you." All three left soon after that though both Ron and Hermione looked like they wanted to ask more questions. Albus was happy to leave it to Harry to deal with. Finally he could relax and plan for Voldemort's next move.