Harry Potter found out the truth when he turned nineteen. He had gone out that night with Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindor from his year. Finally getting back from his flat at stupid-o-clock in the morning, he found an owl waiting for him there. Being slightly tipsy on Butterbeer and Firewhisky, he decided to leave the black enveloped letter until he was sober as it looked official and important.

Later that morning he sat down at his kitchen table with a large mug of coffee and spotted the letter sitting there, forgotten with the hangover he had woken up to half an hour earlier. Pulling it towards him he opened it up and stared at the top of the letter with bewilderment. The words "From the desk of Lucius Malfoy" weren't usually ones he read on his mail. For a moment he considered throwing the letter again but paused before he did. If Malfoy was writing to him it had to be something very important. Sighing, he sat back down and read through the letter, shock coming over him in waves as he read each sentence. After reading it through twice he put the letter down and just sat there staring into space. He didn't move for two hours until he heard the alarm for his floo connection go off. He whirled round pulling his want out of his trousers as he did and faced the door to the kitchen. When he saw Hermione walk through, he lowered his arm and sank back down into the seat he had just left, placing his wand on the table as he did so.

'Hi Harry, how's the hangover?' Was the greeting she gave as she sat down next to him.

'Hey Hermione, yeah that potion you gave me was a godsend, thanks.' He gave a small smile before glancing back down at the letter, the smile dropping off his face almost instantly.

'Harry?' Hermione put her hand on his arm, shaking him out of his reverie. 'Harry!'

'Sorry, what was that?'

'I said what's wrong?'

'Oh, nothing. I'm fine.' Hermione gave him a "yeah right" look.

'So that's why you've been glaring at that letter for the past five minutes then? What's in it that's got you so upset?' Without saying anything, Harry handed her the letter and watched her face as she read through the sentences quickly. As she finished she looked at him and stared incredulously.

'Do that for a couple of hours and you'll be where I am right now.' He said emotionlessly.

'What are you going to do about it?' She asked, still not quite over the revelation contained within the single piece of parchment.

'I have no idea! First of all I have no idea whether it's the truth. If it is how the hell did I end up where I did and thirdly how did nobody else know about it!'

'Harry Potter calm down or this place is going to collapse. You know you still haven't got complete control over your inheritance magic yet. I will not help you move again. As for this, there must be someway of being able to tell if it is the truth. There will be potions and spells that will tell you if what we've read is right. Just stay calm.'

'I guess you're right. Why now Hermione? Why wait all this time to tell me?'

'I don't know. Right now I think we need to go and see Mr and Mrs Weasley. They'll have an idea of what to do.'

'I suppose. Come on, no time like the present.' Standing up, Harry put his mug into the sink and walked through to the living room where his fireplace was situated. Making sure Hermione was following, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the flames before stepping in and clearly saying 'The Burrow.'

As soon as he got there, he stepped out of the way so that Hermione didn't crumple him and looked to see who was in the kitchen. As with the first time he had visited The Burrow, aromas from the home cooking that was a constant were drifting around the room. At the table were four of the red-headed family; Ron, Molly, Charlie and George. The remaining twin had become more sombre since his twins death in the war, and the joke shop had been sold on to the next generation of tricksters from Hogwarts, who were surprisingly the Creevy brothers. They had flourished after the war, cheering people up and pranking people. Now George was a silent partner and Harry was out of the business completely.

'Hey Harry, Hermione. What brings you here?' Ron asked smiling.

'Hi Ron, is your mum or dad around?' Harry asked, wanting to get answers as soon as possible.

'Yeah, they're upstairs helping Bill with Victoire.' Came the reply. 'What do you want them for?'

Seeing that Harry was trying not to reply, Hermione cut in. 'Harry got a personal letter with some information that he wants to check with them about.'

'Cool, I'll take you upstairs to see them then.' Ron stood and walked over to the door, Harry and Hermione following and leaving three Weasley brothers very confused and intrigued. As they were walking up the stairs, Ron asked to see the letter.

'Come on mate, it cant be that bad.' He said, hand held out. Harry hesitated before giving Ron the letter. Ron wasn't the most rational of people and the information in the letter was something that was sure to make him blow his top. However, it was unfair on his best friend to show it to Hermione and not him. Biting his bottom lip as they stopped on the landing, Harry waited for the explosion. Beside him, Hermione was hovering next to the stairs they had just come up, ready to run back down them at and time.

'What the hell mate? This has to be a hoax!'

'That's why we're going to see your parents. To see if there's anyway to tell if it's just a bunch of lies.' Hermione said quickly, trying to calm Ron down before he completely lost it. 'Come on, I can hear them coming down the stairs, can we talk to them in your room Ron? There's less chance of being overheard there.'

Nodding Ron quickly took them up the next flight of steps, turning his parents around on the way and led everybody in to his orange covered room,

'What's all this about then kids?' Arthur Weasley got straight down to business, which Harry was grateful for.

'I got a letter today Mr. Weasley, and I'm not too sure what to make of it or even if I believe it.'

'Can I see the letter please Harry?' Harry quickly took it back from Ron and handed it over. With Mrs Weasley leaning over her Husband's shoulder, the oldest Weasleys read the letter

From the desk of Lord Lucius Malfoy

Dear Mr Potter,

I know this letter may come as a surprise to you, but it is imperative that I write to you immediately. This concerns your parentage and will considerably affect the way you live at this time.

Everything starts with your birth nineteen years ago. You were not, as you have previously been told, born in Godric's Hollow, but rather in St. Mungo's Hospital. As you may or may not know, you and my son, Draco, share the same birth date. On that night, my wife gave birth to twins and the two healthy boys were taken off to the nursery so that she could rest. At the same time Lily Potter gave birth to a son. I met James Potter outside the nursery where we looked at our sons, proud that we had heirs to carry on our lines. However, the baby Potter was a sickly child and I overheard the healers say that it was doubtful that he would make it through the night.

The next morning I was shocked and saddened to hear that my youngest son had died and that I only had Draco left. As he was healthy, we were allowed to take him home that day and, due to the grief that I felt, I did not question why my son had died. It was only later that I realised that both boys were as healthy as each other, and there was something going on that didn't seem right.

Finally, after eighteen years, I decided to look into my child's death. I found the healer that was on duty that night and she told that my son had been switched with another baby. She had been bribed and blackmailed to do it. This was done by James Potter, who was jealous of the fact I had two sons and his was dying.

I think you must have realised by now that you are that child and my youngest born son. You were born Phineas Altair Malfoy. I also realise that this will come as a shock to you my son, but I believe that we can make it work. Draco as of yet doest not know about his brother, but there will be a time soon where I must tell him. He has a right to know. As you did.

I am sorry that I did not tell you this face to face, but I felt that you might be more receptive if I wrote to you instead. It is a shock, I just hope that you do not dismiss this as a prank of some sort.

I will await your reply, take as long as you feel you need.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

Harry stood there in the oppressive silence, looking anywhere except at the people surrounding him. If this was true then he wasn't a Potter. He was a bloody Malfoy.

A/N: Hey people! Okay, this may not look very supernaturally at the moment but trust me it will be coming. However it may take a while as it is that fun time of the year when the education system believes that we need to be tested on our knowledge. I really posted it up as i want to get a feeling for what people think and any helpful hints would also be greatly appreciated! Danke! Scarlet Hood xx