Summary: Harry changed over the summer, and didn't tell his 'supposed' friends. What happened, and who is the reason behind his abrupt change? Dark-Hunter x-over, Drarry

Disclaimer: If HP and the Dark-Hunters were mine, I'd have Harry slap the Fates for giving him a hard time.

Warnings: Slash, some swearing, Dumbles-bashing, slight Hermione-bashing, major Acheron spoilers.

A/n

:Parseltongue:

"speaking"

Telepathy with Azrael

Telepathy with Ash

(when in notes)

Harry

Ron

Hermione

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW DARE YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME WITHOUT TELLING US ANYTHING! AND TO HAVE TO LEARN IT FROM RITA SKEETER, OF ALL PEOPLE, IS JUST RIDICULOUS! I AM ASHAMED OF YOU, YOUNG MAN, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" Hermione kept screaming inaudibly, ranting about the disgrace it was to have the Boy-Who-Lived not be Harry Potter, but I wasn't listening.

"Skeeter never said what that name was, though. Something about the goblins not breaking their secrecy policy or something. Mind telling us?" Ron asked.

"I promised my adopted family I wouldn't, for their safety as well as mine."

"Their safety, I understand, but yours? Why yours as well?"

"Ron, have you ever heard of a 'true name'?"

At this point, Hermione, over the shock, butted in. "I've heard of those. They give power over the person they are for, and are nearly impossible to find. Why? Did you find yours over the summer?"

"Why do you care, Hermione? Do you only want power over the Boy-Who-Lived? Or do you actually care?"

"Of course I care! Dumbledore wouldn't be paying me to be your friend if I didn't!" at this, she slapped her hand over her mouth.

"I knew it! I had my Dad cast a spell on me so no one could keep anything from me ever again. You have to tell the whole truth! Anyway, to answer your question before, my parents found it and my Dad got a few… colleagues… of his to change it, so I would be safer."

"But that's said to be extremely dangerous and painful, not to mention if it went wrong! How could you put yourself in danger like that?"

"It was slightly painful, and I did need to sleep it off for a couple days, but having the Moirae change your true name is a lot easier than doing it yourself. And thanks to Dad, I can now see without these" and I took off my glasses, and the glamour that went with them.

On my right shoulder was Azrael, my Charonte, a gift from Grandmother Apollymi and named after the angel of death. She normally took the form of a green dragon coiled up, but she felt that I was annoyed, so she melted off my skin and formed next to me.

"What wrong Akri? Azrael can help you, if you need Azrael to eat people. Do you want these people eated? Or can Azrael have Akri's plastic?"

"Azrael, nothing's wrong. Go to Ash and see if you can play with Simi. No eating people, okay? Promise?"

"Azrael promises her Akri that she will go to see the Simi and not eat any peoples along the way." With that she poofed away.

"Harry, what was that? She came out of nowhere and acted as if she knew you. Then she disappeared! No one can Apparate out of Hogwarts! And how did she know you! And what is this 'plastic' she was talking about! What have you been teaching her! Is she your girlfriend! Who is this Simi person!"

"Hermione, breathe. First, her name is Azrael. She is a Charonte demon, a gift from my adoptive grandmother. She has her own magic, and the wards of Hogwarts have no effect on her, or any of my family. I raised her after her family was killed right in front of her. My 'plastic' is a credit card I opened over the summer so she could buy whatever she wanted while I was sleeping. I am as close to a dad as she has. Simi is the Charonte my dad has, also a gift from my grandmother, when he was twenty-one. Dad can control them both, as Azrael sees him as her Akri's Akri. If you hear her refer to Akra, that is my mother. If you want to find out more about them, you might want to read these books." I handed her a book entitled, How to care for your Charonte. "This has all the information you will ever need with a Charonte, but some pages will appear blank to you. Do not attempt to read what is on these pages. The last person who tried was killed by the magic of the book. These pages are for Charonte owners only, on what can harm and kill a Charonte, and how to care for such a wound. They are a protected species, you know."

Akri, Akri-Ash wants to talk to you. Is you finished talking with the bushy-haired b-witch?

Azrael, I told you no swearing, especially when I can't block you! Tell Ash that I'm done.

Okay, Akri

Thank you, Azrael.

Hadrian? Are you there?

Yes, Dad, I'm here. Where else would I be? How are you? Are the girls treating you alright?

No, but don't tell your mother. You know how she gets when she's pregnant.

Yeah, I know. Wait… she's pregnant again! God, what do you two do in your spare time! No, wait, I don't want to know. So, what am I getting this time? A brother or another sister?

"Harry, what are you doing? You've got this weird look in your face, like…"

"Shut UP, Hermione! Can't you see he's doing something!"

"Ron's right, Hermione. You need to calm down. I was just talking to my Dad, and you interrupted good news.

Sorry, Dad. I was interrupted. Do you know?

Yes, I do. It's triplets, two boys and a girl.

Yes! Now we men won't be so outnumbered, with Mom, Brigita, Rayne, and Sophia. Right now, it's just us two, and you're alone there. Also, Dad, I have some news that you may not like

(Brigita is 10, Rayne is 8, and Sophia is 4. Harry/Hadrian is 16)

What is it, son?

Well…

What, son? Spit it out. You know I'm surprised by very little these days.

You know how I inherited that creature blood over the summer?

Yeah… Where are you going with this?

And we found that I have Gallu blood in my veins from generations ago…

Yes. Go on.

And we researched them, and found that, while they themselves have a choice in mate, their descendants don't…

Yes, we did. Are you saying you found your mate?

Yes, but you may not like who it is…

Is it that blond man from the train station?

No, better than that.

His wife?

Dad, you know I'm gay. My blood accepts that part of me. But no, it's not Mrs. Malfoy. It's the blond kid, Draco, himself. He's actually not as bad as he was last year. Or even the years before that. I realized that the hatred that I felt against him is just spillover from Ron.

Very mature of you, Hadrian. So he's your mate?

Yes, Dad, he is. I need your permission, though, to court him, by the laws of the Gallu.

I will help you, as long as you promise never to mention your heritage to Sin. He would try to kill you. I could never bear it if my son-in-law killed my son, and I'm pretty sure Kat would never forgive him for killing her brother.

Will do. Will you write a formal letter to Mr. Malfoy stating my intentions towards his son for me?

Sure kid. Anything specific you want me to write?

Just tell him that I wish to begin to court his son. Anything else is your choice.

The letter is written and on his desk. I'll have his reply as soon as possible.

Thank you Dad. I love you, you know.

I love you too kiddo. Have since I saved you in that alleyway from the Daimons that were after you.

Don't let Mom hear that. She thinks you found me in an orphanage.

And she will never know that I found you after you had run away from those relatives of yours. They were worse than mine, and you know how mine were.

Yes, I know. Your uncle sold you to be a sex slave, only sometimes using you. My uncle sold me and used me often, as repayment for 'taking care of me' as a child. We are practically the same person, you and I, one only slightly different than the other. If you had not rescued me when you did, I would probably have killed myself over the summer.

Your mother's calling. Hopefully her cravings aren't too bad this time.

Pickled sausage and mint ice cream. How could I forget? I'll talk to you later, Dad. Say 'hi' to the girls for me.

Okay. I'll see you as soon as I can.

Bye Dad.

Bye

"So you were saying, Hermione?"

"What was that? All of a sudden, you blanked out and looked like you were about to fall over."

"Oh, my father has a way to talk to me through my mind, and we have long discussions that way. It's easier than letters, and there's no way it can be misinterpreted. I can talk to Azrael that way, too."

"Telepathy! Only people soul-bonded can do that! I understand your demon, but your father?"

"Did I mention that when the Moirae changed my true name, they changed it to fit my father's? We had such similar childhoods that we almost shared the same soul anyway, the Moirae just had to tweak it a little."

"But that's impossible unless one or both are gods of some sort… what are you? You did get your Creature inheritance over the summer, right?"

"Yes, I did. I found that I'm part Gallu demon from ancient Sumerian legend. I'm telling you no more than that. Ron, did you get your inheritance?"

"Yeah, I did. I'm part fire pixy. It figures, though. I always have had a fiery temper. Hermione, did you inherit something?"

"Yes, I did, actually. It seems I'm not a muggleborn; I'm actually an adopted pureblood. First, let me do this," she removed her own glamour, "I found that, when I was born, my father already had a son, and my mother was afraid for my life. She set me on a doorstep of some Muggles she knew, and I've lived there ever since. Looking at my features, it's easy to tell who my mother is." She still looked like herself, except for the color of her eyes. They were pure silver, like Draco Malfoy's.

"Is your father Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes, he is. My mother is Narcissa Malfoy, actually. My creature heritage is a mixture, so I have multiple mates. There is one for the Malfoy Apollite heritage, one for the Black family Veela gene, and one for the Snape Dark-Hunter gene, whatever that is." I started. The only Dark-Hunter I knew with living descendants was…

"How are you related to Snape, 'Mione? And what is a Dark-Hunter?"

"He's my godfather, and Draco's. Apparently, my mother had a meeting with my mom before I was born, and they agreed to tell me what my true parentage was, and they gave me two sets of godparents, one magical and one Muggle. The magical set is Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange. The Muggle set are two friends of my parents from when they were in college, Petunia and Vernon Dursley."

At this, both Ron's and my mouths dropped open and our eyes bugged out.

"Oh, close your mouths, boys. You're not codfish." I laughed, while Ron looked confused.

"Muggle movie, Ron."

"Actually, I can answer what a Dark-Hunter is. They are people that had something so atrocious done to them, some horrible betrayal, that when they died as a result of that betrayal, their souls cried out so loudly that the goddess Artemis heard them. She offered them one act of vengeance, in return of an eternity of servitude keeping the Daimon population under control. Before you ask, a Daimon is an Apollite that, coming into their twenty-seventh birthday, kill and take the soul of a human being. They must continue doing this. Dark-Hunters are sent to kill the ones that kill innocents. The ones that prey on murderers, rapists, and the like are left alone until they prey on an innocent. I know this because I just came into my inheritance, and I looked up anything and everything that would want to and could kill or maim a Gallu."

"Oh. Okay. Well, in Malfoy's your brother, then how did you not get into Slytherin?"

"I was supposed to, but Malfoy had been so mean to me, that I didn't want to share a dorm with him for five years."

"No, you share a dorm for seven years."

"Sixth- and Seventh-year Slytherins have their own rooms."

"Cool."

Ron left in a huff, going to find someone with a sympathetic ear.

"Hey Hermione, if you're Dra-Malfoy's sister, then you wouldn't mind if I started courting him, right?"

"I heard that, Harry. No, I don't mind. As long as he doesn't hurt you and you don't hurt him, I'm fine with it. You do realize, though, that you can never tell him what I told you. He would tell our father, and he would have me, and Mother, killed. Me for living and Mother for disobedience."

"Yes, I know. But you don't have to worry about me telling him. He's here right now, under a Disillusionment charm. Accio Draco Malfoy."

Draco hit me at full speed. I Finite Incantatum-ed him, so he showed up.

"Damn, Granger. I never knew you were my sister. I never would have treated you that way seriously if I had known. I would have teased you, sure, but I was taught to hold family above all others. Do you want me to tell my mother that you know? And Har-Potter, I just received a letter from my father telling me that you intended to court me, even though I just sent a letter to your aunt and uncle with my intentions to court you."

"No, Draco, but thank you. You do not have to send a letter to Mother for me. I'm a big girl. Anyway, you're older, so you can be the protective older brother."

"Malfoy, can I call you Draco?" at his nod, I continued. "Draco, first, you should call me Harry. Second, you shouldn't have sent a letter to my relatives. They are no longer related to me. I went through a blood adoption over the summer. My so-called 'family' used me as a sex slave, my uncle especially. I was just a toy to them. I even have the scars to prove it." I stuck out my tongue. There were small dots of scars down the length of my tongue, where the piercings had once been. "The only person who understands what I've been through is my Dad, who went through the same thing. I'd tell you when, but I don't know if I can trust both of you."

"I, Hermione Persephone Elizabeth Anastasia Dawn Malfoy, hereby swear by my life and magic, not to reveal any secrets told to me by…" "Hadrian Acheron Parthenopaeus" "Hadrian Acheron Parthenopaeus to anyone that does not already know said secrets."

"Dray? Do you mind?"

"I, Draconian Lucian Severin Malfoy, do hereby swear by my life and magic, not to reveal any secrets told to me by Hadrian Acheron Parthenopaeus to anyone that does not already know said secrets."

"So, my father is Acheron Parthenopaeus. He was born eleven thousand years ago, to the royal family in Greece at the time. He was born with swirling silver eyes like mine are. He was given to his uncle as a small child, who sold him to anyone who could pay the price. He grew up the same way I did. We even have the same piercings. Look." I stuck out my tongue once again. This time, Hermione noticed the healing holes in it.

"Oh my God, Harry! Do those mean what I think they mean! Your uncle was supposed to take care of you! He sold you! You have to tell Dumbledore! He could help you!"

"I have told Dumbledore several times every year. He hasn't helped me yet. He just sends me to do his bidding. If not for you and Ron, I would have turned to Voldemort long ago."

"Actually, Harry, I've been debating going to His side anyway. I could help Him a lot. I specialize in research."

"Well, Hermione, if you are serious about this, then if Draco doesn't mind, or already has his Mark, then we will both go ask Severus to take us to Him."

"I was Marked over the summer. I could ask my father if he could take us to Him. Or maybe I could take Harry, as he is my Veela mate, and Hermione could go to Severus, and act as if she didn't know that Harry was going, too. That would keep suspicions away from you both."

"That's my Draco, always a Slytherin. Before we start, this, though, you both should probably know one thing about me. I was supposed to be a Slytherin. I wasn't only because Draco insulted the only person who ever saw me, and not who I was in the Muggle world. He was the one person that never knew who I was there, what I was forced to do to survive. If I didn't…perform…well, my uncle would beat me, but not so hard as to leave scars. That was left to his…customers."

"God, Harry! I hope your father knows what he got you out of!"

"Yes, Hermione, he does. He saved me from Daimons on the street, when my life got too awful to bear. I was contemplating suicide. When I thanked him, he noticed the piercings in my tongue and was shocked that such a barbaric trait had stayed from when he was young."

"Speaking of those, how did you hide them from us?"

"I knew of my heritage long before I was eleven. After I learned that there was a school, a boarding school, I quickly learned to cast several glamours on myself. If anyone had noticed the scars or piercings on their Boy-Who-Lived, they would have thought that I was just another slave to be used, abused, and thrown away. That happened anyway, but for different reasons. If their Savior was to turn Dark, then maybe they would learn to fight for themselves."

Hermione finally noticed that I looked different than I used to. Instead of looking like normal, I now had long, controlled hair that I could change at will, but now it was black with red, purple, and green striped throughout. My eyes were now a swirling silver like my father's, with an emerald background.

I had on black leather pants, green Doc Martens, a black Kiss shirt, a spiked leather collar, and a leather bracelet to match.

"Harry, what happened to your cousin's hand-me-downs? Your clothes look…different than they did before we started this talk."

"Oh yeah, while I was shopping in Diagon Alley, my dad took me into a store that sold a whole bunch of different biker clothes and, erm, well…"

"What was the store called, love?" Draco asked.

"It was called Eros's Treasure, I think."

"WHAT! Your father let you in there! My father won't even speak about it! Please take me there next time you go! You need some clothes that you can wear that aren't black. You need red, green, blue, hell, maybe even purple! Do anything to make the highlights show up in your hair!"

"Dray, you need to calm down. I know I look good. You can come with me next time I go shopping, which, incidentally, is this weekend. Bring your father, and I'll bring my dad. We can sneak off while they talk, and I'll show you."

Th-th-that's all, folks! At least for this chapter! Next is the shopping trip. Ash meets Lucius. This should be good.