Salut! I have less access to internet here in France than I thought I would, and next to no free time, but I've finished another chapter! I think I've finally figured out where this is going so hopefully I can get more chapters up quicker.

Revealing Recuperations

Surprisingly, to Caelum at least, Professor Snape had given permission for both Draco and him to miss the remainder of the week's lessons. Unfortunately that was only the rest of the day's lessons. The two of them were in the large bed in one of the private Slytherin rooms, Draco was fast asleep, his hand still grasping his brother's hand tightly. Caelum was awake staring at the ceiling. He could hear Professor Snape talking to his parents in the small common room outside the door. They had been in the bed for over two hours as Lucius had been unable to escape his meeting at the Ministry of Magic, but as soon as they could Lucius and Narcissa were at the school.

Caelum could hear his name come up a few times in conversation. It seemed like they were discussing the fact that he had taken away the pain from Draco. Something that seemed a little odd them. But for Caelum he didn't find it as odd as the adults obviously did. After growing up in the muggle world, he knew of the myth that twins were connected by emotions and thoughts, so why shouldn't that myth include pain? But he still didn't know much about the wizarding world, and it was only a myth. The door creaked open slowly and Narcissa walked in, her hands fiddling with her engagement ring as she often did when nervous.

"Mum?" Caelum spoke up, hating the way his voice cracked.

"Darling, it's okay I'm here." Narcissa moved to sit in the chair nearest Draco, she pet his hair and kissed his forehead. His hand tightened around Caelum's. "How are you feeling?" She asked to Draco's sleeping form.

"Other side Mum." Caelum said quietly, a small laugh caught in his throat. Narcissa laughed softly, before she got up and moved to the seat closest to Caelum.

"How are you sweetie?" She asked again this time kissing Caelum on the forehead.

"Sore, and rested, which is a little weird considering that I haven't had much sleep; less than an hour I'd say."

"Your father and Severus have come up with a theory as to how you managed to take away Draco's pain, it may be linked to that. Because I'd say that Draco is pretty well rested, especially after being asleep for the last two and a half hours." She grinned mischievously. Caelum sat up nervous as his Mum took out her wand and pointed it at Draco. A large klaxon went off, causing Caelum to drop Draco's hand and place them over his ears. Draco shot up quickly, his eyes darting around the room, until they fell onto Narcissa who was calmly placing her wand back into her robe.

"Mum!" He whined, sound reminiscent of his eleven year old self. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yes Draco. How are you feeling?" She replied ignoring the childish tone.

"Sleepy." Draco began to turn over and go back to sleep, dragging the covers with him.

"No." Narcissa didn't leave any room for argument. Draco say back up again. "Are you feeling sore from the effects of the cruciatus?"

"No. I feel perfectly fine, although a little achy as if I slept in the wrong position."

Caelum was not too pleased with that. "How come I didn't even get hit with the curse and I'm feeling the affects more than him?" Draco looked at him strangely, his grey eyes wide, but not giving away any emotions.

"Wait a minute. How would you be feeling the curse that hit me? That just doesn't make any sense."

"I brought you to Snape, when I realised what had happened," Draco nodded remembering that part. "And whilst he was muttering about the pain being worse because you didn't allow it to flow through your body, you started to follow his advice, except it didn't just flow through your body, it flowed through mine as well. I could feel the pain you went through in bursts of anger and hatred from that awful woman in pink." Draco had moved even closer and had brought his arm to rest around Caelum's shoulders, squeezing tightly. "I don't like that this is the second time you've been hit by a cruciatus meant for me." Caelum whispered so that only Draco could hear, who squeezed tighter and whispered back.

"I don't like that there are cruciatus curses meant for you in the first place."

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Lucius, Severus and Narcissa sat in the private meeting room in Severus' chambers, waiting for the two boys to get up and smarten up slightly.

"I don't understand. Why is it always our Caelum who ends up in the life-or-death situations? I thought that once he shed the name Harry Potter he would be safer. What can we do?" Lucius had got up and had started pacing in front of the fireplace. The flames flickered a soft green and silver behind him as the other two adults allowed him to rant for the time being. Severus hadn't known that his Godson's brother was previously Harry Potter but he chose to remain quiet about it for the time being. It would do nothing to help the worried parents.

Caelum and Draco sat outside the room, their ears pressed to the door, listening to their father rant.

"Let's just let him get it out of his system first, otherwise he might blow up at the littlest thing." Draco advised trying to act like he wasn't scared. His hand squeezing Caelum's gave him away. Draco had not wanted to let go of Caelum's hand, hoping that he could return the favour and take away the aches of the cruciatus. But so far nothing had happened and Caelum (although he refused to admit it) was still in a little bit of pain.

Lucius had stopped ranting and was now looking at the door with curiosity. The door moved ever so slightly. Confusing his wife and friend he strode over to the door and opened it quickly causing Draco and Caelum to topple into the room.

"Eavesdropping is not becoming of a Malfoy, boys." He said sternly but there was a relieved smile on his face. It seemed like things would get back to normal quickly. "Sit down boys." He said pointing to the black sofa. "We want to know why Umbridge would want to cause you harm." He looked pointedly at Caelum, who blushed slightly under his gaze.

"I'm not sure, it might have something to do with the fact that I have gotten into several fights with Ron Weasley during each lesson. Or that I questioned her ridiculous teaching methods. Oh that reminds me, I have a letter for you and Mother that I didn't get round to sending this morning. Can I go get it?" Without waiting for Lucius' permission, Caelum darted out of the room to go grab the letter and left Draco to explain the situation further.

"Professor Umbridge is an incompetent teacher, who believes we shouldn't practice defensive magic. Caelum got a little upset, especially as Ron argued against that with 'Harry's' revelation that You-Know-Who was back. Then to keep up his image, Caelum had to bad-mouth Harry, which was awful, for me more than him, I think. And since then he plays the bad-boy role and doesn't stay in that class for longer than an hour. And before you say anything, he knows how to do all the spells we are being taught, he's shown that he can use them time and time again. He only really needs to turn up for the OWLS." Draco felt a little odd complimenting his brother on doing advanced spells, after ridiculing him so many times, but it was the truth.

Caelum ran towards Slytherin tower his face burning. He couldn't believe how ridiculous standing in front Lucius and explaining his actions made him feel. Caelum still hadn't got to know Lucius outside of letters and the summer, in which he avoided Lucius a lot. His father was cold and had tried to kill him during his second year, and because of that Caelum was still scared of him. No matter what Lucius tried, it would take a long time to get over their past, but if he could do it with Draco, he could do it with Lucius. Caelum stopped and grabbed the letter from the table where Draco had left it. He hurriedly reread the letter, making sure it would be okay to give his parents. He froze rereading the part about Sirius, did he know that Harry wasn't Harry? Or was he unaware of the crimes being done to a young life? He would have to ask, when- if he saw Sirius again. That shocked him, as much as Caelum wanted to lose his previous identity, he didn't want to lose the people that came along with being Harry. Could he have the best of both of them?

Draco could feel a sense of pain that wasn't his. He wanted to curl up in a ball and cry for the sorrow of it all. He recognised the feeling, it was the same feeling as the waves of magic Caelum threw at him in the summer. He tried to keep a straight face, trying to hold back the grimaces and whimpers. Caelum walked into the room, letter in hand with a smile on his face, nothing seemingly wrong with him. Draco noticed that his smile dropped slightly as he handed the envelope to their parents and sat down next to Draco, as close as he possibly could. Draco took his hand and squeezed, hiding their joined hands between their bodies. The waves of pain were still there, fainter and masked with anxiety.

"It's going to be fine, Caelum. Trust me?" Caelum nodded, leaning closer to his brother, seeking that warm, comforting feeling Draco provided. Draco untangled his hand from Caelum's and wrapped his arm around him, pulling him into his chest slightly. Not many outside Slytherin would understand the need they had for each other's comfort.

"Sirius Black? Caelum he is a murderer!"

Caelum growled at his mother, causing her to flinch slightly and Lucius to scowl at his youngest. Draco squeezed Caelum's arm, a warning to stay calm.

"Sirius Black never was a murderer." He ground out. "He was framed for the crimes committed by a rat named Peter Pettigrew. He was Lily and James' secret keeper and gave them away to Voldemort, as you probably know, he is a death eater. Sirius only went after Peter to seek revenge on his best friends' deaths. Peter, being the coward he is, blew up a street, cut of his finger and turned into his rat animagus and escaped down the sewers, living with the Weasleys for twelve years. So Sirius Black is not a murderer. And you know the reason he escaped Azkaban, it was to save me. He saw a picture of Peter in the Prophet and thought that he would be trying to kill me. Sirius Black was just acting as a godfather would." Caelum was breathing heavily and leaning more into Draco after his little rant. Both their parents had shocked expressions on their usually stoic masks. Draco however was proud that his brother was so defensive of the people he loved. It would serve him well with the rest of Slytherin house.

"Caelum, Sirius was Harry's godfather, not yours." Lucius spoke sternly to his son and Draco raised his eyebrows in disgust at his father. "Caelum has nothing to say to Sirius Black, there is no need to-"

"Lucius!" Narcissa interrupted, horror etched on her porcelain features. "Sirius will always be my cousin, and so will always be related to my boys. If Caelum wants to see the man that he called Godfather, he shall be allowed to." Lucius looked thoroughly abashed at his wife's words and she gave him a stern glance before turning to Caelum and Draco. "I'll write a letter this evening and send it to him. I'm guessing Sirius is staying at Grimmauld place?" Caelum nodded. "Well, I might even pay him a visit. But the problem we have for now is that awful pink professor. Lucius I want you to try and remove her from inside the ministry and board of governors, Severus, try and keep an eye on all students that have a detention with her, and boys, make her life a living hell. I will try to gain support from other Mothers and people with influence within my circles. Let her know that when she hurts my babies, she's started a war." Narcissa had a scary look on her face as she dished out the tasks and no one in the room seemed to want to disobey her. Umbridge would feel sorry that she ever crossed the Malfoys.

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Sirius Black was sat in a large black armchair facing the fire, reading Harry's letter. It was a bit cryptic and he didn't understand what his godson was referring to when he said 'a family member of yours that I have come to trust'. Sirius didn't think that anyone other than Andromeda and Tonks were trustworthy in his family, and as Harry didn't write their names, it can't have been them. The fire flared up and someone in an expensive dress stepped out and brushed the soot off her.

"Narcissa." He greeted coldly. "Did Harry send you?" He added a bit eagerly.

"Yes and it's a long story so I suggest we get some tea put on?" Sirius nodded mutely as his cousin summoned Kreacher and asked for two cups of tea and some biscuits. For three hours that sat talking and Sirius began to understand how much Harry had changed over the summer.

"So, Harry is not actually Harry but Caelum, your son who went missing and he chose this with his own free will eve after Lucius tried to kill him in second year?"

"It would seem like my son is a lot more forgiving than the average person. He would like to see you at Yule, if you want. You would have to come to Malfoy Manor as I'm not sure that this is a suitable place. I can pretty much smell the presence of the Weasleys and their youngest son seems to enjoy hurting mine." Sirius nodded, confused. He would have to wait a month until he saw Harr-no Caelum and demand some answers. "I'll send you a letter with a house elf nearer to the time. Stay safe Sirius, we wouldn't want to disappoint my son, especially not on his first Christmas with a family." And with perfect pronunciation, Narcissa flooed back to Malfoy Manor leaving Sirius with a lot to think about.