A/N – As always, thank you so much for the amazing feedback and love for this story! Smut warning because you're my favorite people 😊 (it's a flashback—no infidelity). Updates on Sundays, the next update is 06/14.
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November
Year 7
Minutes blurred into days into weeks and Draco's life felt like a never-ending loop. The increasing control the Carrows had over the professors and the modifications to the Hogwarts curriculum reminded him of fifth year and Umbridge, though even the Ministry did not rewrite entire sections of history and warp it to indoctrinate students.
Though Muggle Studies was the only course to change in name, every subject was touched by the widespread changes made by the Dark Lord at Hogwarts. Alecto Carrow taught Corruption of the Bloodline and her brother, Amycus, took over the position as Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Under Amycus, the course became more of an introduction to the dark arts rather than defence from it.
Children of families who were attempting to remain neutral were constantly bombarded with messages to join the Dark Lord or pressure from their peers to help avenge Dumbledore. The Zabinis were famous for their ability to play both sides. His mother, who had been married seven times, had a way of charming and distracting anyone who pressed her for commitment to their cause. As a result, Blaise kept his head low and tried to blend into the crowd to divert attention from himself.
However, after one month, Blaise moved Luna into the Slytherin dorms for her protection. Her father was publishing articles directly opposing the Dark Lord and the mainstream media in The Quibbler , placing a target on her back.
Luna's presence in the Slytherin dorms was common knowledge but most students feigned ignorance and looked the other way for fear of Blaise's retaliation. Slytherin house had been divided over the changes at Hogwarts. Some relished in the powers given to them by the Carrows, but others remained suspiciously silent in their own form of dissent.
According to Theo, it had been difficult to convince Luna to leave her friends, but she ultimately conceded when Blaise threatened to sleep on the floor outside Ravenclaw Tower every night in case she needed him. Luna had informed him that Utnals thrive on the stone floors and, if he slept on the ground, they would climb into his ears. Blaise had responded by laying on the floor, ear down, until she caved.
Outside of his work with Pansy and the house Prefects—who were all replaced over the summer with known Purebloods and the children of Death Eaters—Draco spent all his time in the library or with Blaise and Theo. After Theo's whisky revelation, he had taken his newfound energy and funneled all his focus into research. Having spent hours and hours in the libraries and the Hospital Wing, Theo became an expert in the latest healing techniques. They used their connections with Slughorn to gain access to the Potions lab for brewing and testing their ideas.
The Carrow twins grew in power as the months dragged on, their erratic behaviours becoming commonplace.
Students who dared to reject the Dark Lord's teachings or mouthed back in classes received severe detentions with increasingly brutal punishments. Being Head Boy, and a known favourite of the Dark Lord—the thought made him ill—Draco was able to avoid the level of scrutiny applied to his peers. It started to wear on him, the silence. He wanted to scream, to fight, to do anything that would feel like making a difference.
Instead, he was stuck in place, unable to do anything to help the ones he loved.
"How did you survive it last summer? Voldemort living inside your home?" Harry's voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were hesitant to ask the question.
Draco let out a dry chuckle. "It was a bit easier than having him live inside your head, I'd think."
"Fair enough." Harry laughed in return.
"Just one day at a time, I suppose. I spent most of my time practicing Occlumency. When you live under the same roof as the Dark Lord, even a fraction of weakness can tip him off and endanger your family."
Nodding, Harry's expression grew somber. "I know what you've done and the position you've put yourself in by helping me. I wanted to say thank you for the past few weeks of lessons. I thought I was a lost cause, but I really do think I'm getting better."
"You are," Draco assured him. "You've been able to redirect memories and throw me off your trail more than once. Given enough practice, you'll be ready to take on the Dark Lord."
"Well, you've been a better teacher than Snape was when he tried to teach me Occlumency last year."
Draco's eyes widened. "For my safety and yours, I won't repeat that to anyone."
With a lazy grin, Harry stretched out and glanced around the room. "The Room of Requirement was a good choice for the lessons. Did you know that we used this room for the D.A. last year?"
Holding back a laugh, Draco replied, "Yeah. I heard. It was a good idea." It was my idea, he continued silently.
"It was, Hermione's brilliant. I don't know what we would've done without her. Sorry—I don't know if she's a forbidden topic." Harry looked sheepish.
"She's not." Draco paused, considering the best way to phrase his thoughts. "She's just…complicated. It's more…timing."
Silence stretched over the pair.
Curious green eyes met his gaze. "Do you ever feel like you're just on the cusp of living but something is in your way? Like it's just within your grasp but still out of reach?"
Words caught in Draco's throat. "All the time." He swallowed. "You don't understand how lucky you are, having grown up with people who helped guide you to make the right choices. Some of us just have families who do their best and end up fucking you up along the way."
"Do you believe your parents did their best?"
The question caught Draco off guard. "Yes."
"So, you agree with them?" Harry's head cocked.
"No."
"I don't understand."
Draco's heart throbbed in his chest. "Sometimes good people can do bad things if they think it's for the greater good."
"But if they do bad things, are they truly good?"
His eyes unfocused over Harry's shoulder, looking into the flames of the fire behind him. "That's the question, isn't it?"
A scream of agony pulled Draco out of his thoughts as he made his way back to the Head Dorm. He had spent the afternoon and most of the night in the library, doing research for Theo, who had to return to his familial home for the next step in their plan.
"You're a filthy Blood Traitor! Are you even a half-blood? You sure defend the animals for someone who is supposedly a half-blood. Let's see how long you'll hold onto your misguided beliefs. Crucio!"
Draco flinched at Amycus' taunts followed by the sound of more sobs. The sound of skin smacking against the stone floor made its way to Draco, a sure sign of the muscles spasming in torment from the Unforgivable. Having suffered from the curse dozens of times at the hands of his aunt, Draco knew firsthand the agony that Amycus' victim was feeling. Even hearing the phrase caused a visceral reaction, as if his body remembered the pain.
"Ready to relent? I'm feeling generous tonight. You just have to tell us the Mudbloods deserve to die and I'll let you go."
"FUCK YOU!" The voice sounded hoarse and mangled.
Draco's feet stumbled as he recognized the tone.
Turning around, Draco headed towards the altercation and as he approached, more details came into view. Dean Thomas was writhing on the ground, the aftereffects of Crucio drifting through his body. Bruises bloomed across his face and arms, his lip was busted and bleeding onto the stone floor.
Draco should have continued his path to the Head Dorm and not interfered, but instead, he had turned around. No matter how he tried, his body could not keep walking. He was sick of looking the other way; he had to do something—anything.
Bile threatened to rise in Draco's throat.
"Amycus!" Draco tried to sound cheerful as he approached the pair. "Serendipitous timing. I was just reading a letter from my father. He mentioned how pleased the Dark Lord is with your work here at Hogwarts."
Straightening himself, Amycus adjusted his robes and preened in place. "He did? I mean, of course he did. I'm glad Lucius is acknowledging the great strides we are making here." With a scowl, he turned his focus to Dean. "Except for some unruly children who don't know their place."
Draco fought to keep his eyes up at Amycus instead of looking at Dean. "I did hear that the Dark Lord is looking to reward his best and brightest. I'll tell my father how well you've done with the students so far, excellent work in your new curriculum. Aunt Bellatrix will be proud of your progress."
A vile smile grew on Amycus' face. "Thank you, Draco. I've always looked up to your father and aunt."
"After seeing your work, just know that I look up to you as well." Draco laid on the flattery, ignoring the incredulous scoff from Dean. "As Head Boy, it is my job to make the Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster's lives easier. Let me know if you ever want to lighten the load. I'm sure I could learn plenty from you."
Amycus tilted his head as he processed Draco's words. Hoping that Amycus would stop him, Draco turned to leave.
After a beat, he cleared his throat and Draco turned back, acting oblivious to Amycus' next words. "It has been a long night and I was supposed to be in the Headmaster's office half an hour ago…If you're looking for experience, would you like to finish this one up?" He gestured to Dean's limp body on the floor.
Draco pretended to contemplate for a moment before sneering. "I suppose I could spare the time to put this Blood Traitor in his place. You've made a magnificent start. I'll have to study your technique for the future."
A hand settled on Draco's shoulder and he suppressed a shiver. "Great work. I trust you'll finish him off." As Amycus' footsteps faded, Dean scowled at Draco, one of his eyes swollen shut.
"Oh shit," Draco muttered, inspecting Dean more thoroughly. "Oh fuck." Running through the options in his mind, he dragged a hand through his hair anxiously.
Madam Pomfrey was under strict orders not to heal students who had injuries from punishment. Draco could not bring Dean to the Hospital Wing. If he let Dean go, Dean could be spotted by a student or professor and blow the cover that Draco had not followed orders and tortured him. Even if he was able to get away without being seen, Dean would go back to Gryffindor Tower and enrage the Gryffindors into action. If no one in Gryffindor knew how to heal him, he would suffer long term effects of the Cruciatus Curse without proper treatment.
Draco had to heal Dean himself.
"Well, get on with it," Dean spat, hate radiating off him in waves.
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Draco asked rhetorically under his breath. "Come on, we are just around the corner from the Head Dorm."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Shit." Draco looked over his shoulder. If anyone saw them, he would be forced to act on Amycus' orders. "Just stop being such a Gryffindor and let me help you. I have no reason to hurt you. If I did, why would we be talking right now? Not to mention, given your state it's not as if you have a choice. If you fight me, I will bind and levitate you, but speaking from personal experience, it makes the tremors much worse."
Dean grunted in response, as if disagreeing with Draco's words.
Closing his eyes in frustration, Draco asked, "What's your alternative? Crawling several floors to Gryffindor Tower? Possibly getting caught by Alecto who will finish what her brother began?"
It appeared as if Dean was also considering his choices. He finally gave in and gave Draco a quick nod.
Draco hoisted the other boy up, taking the brunt of his body weight. Dean's legs shook forcefully beneath him as he took the painful steps around the corner and through the Head Dorm portrait.
" Eternal Reign ."
Dean scoffed at the password, swaying in place from the pain.
"I know." Draco let out a heavy sigh. "It's the worst—Snape picked it. We are almost there; my room is on the right. And you have to stop grunting because if you wake Pansy, I don't know how I'd explain this to her."
Draco half-carried Dean across the shared common space and into his bedroom, helping him onto the bed.
Barely lucid, Dean collapsed, his body weight pulling Draco down with him. On his descent, Dean's hand hooked through the gap on Draco's leather bracelet, snapping it in half at the gold center and falling to the ground. Dean moaned from the impact of the fall, his eyes rolling at the back of his head in anguish.
Casting a quick spell, Draco levitated Dean onto the bed and began assessing his wounds. Luckily, Theo had begun training Draco with basic healing and diagnostic spells. Draco ran a quick scan over Dean's body and was relieved to see that he had no broken bones.
Next, he selected a bottle of purple potion from his personal storage.
"I'm going to give you a potion. This will help with the Cruciatus Curse. I brewed it myself, a little concoction that Theo Nott and I developed together. It's completely safe. I have taken doses of this probably a hundred times in the months after I was tortured. It will help you regain muscle control and expedite the healing of your nerves," Draco explained, not sure if Dean was even conscious anymore.
After tipping the potion down Dean's throat, Draco applied bruise paste to his eye and arms, as well as casting a healing charm on his lip. When the last visible injury was gone, Draco stood back to admire his work. Dean finally looked like himself again.
Draco recalled just last Valentine's Day when Dean had pulled Hermione away from him to dance. Though Draco had been jealous watching another man take his witch away to dance, the next night in the Come-and-Go-Room with Hermione more than made up for it. The smile that lit up Hermione's face when she looked at him from across the room as she danced had lived in his mind for weeks after the party.
When there was no more left to heal, Draco transfigured a pillow from his cloak and sat down at his desk, ready to wait for Dean to wake up.
In the morning, Draco stirred uncomfortably; his neck ached from the angle he'd slept at on his desk. Wiggling his wrist, Draco remembered that the bracelet Hermione gave him had snapped the night before. Frantically, he spotted the leather band halfway across the room. He inspected the bracelet; the gold capsule in the center had broken cleanly down the middle and was hollow inside.
" Reparo." Draco adjusted it meticulously, a feeling of comfort came over him as he secured it back on his wrist.
His eyes drifted up to the bed which was now empty.
"Fuck."
Shaking his head, he cleaned his sheets with a wave of his wand before climbing in to try and get some sleep before the night ended. His mind drifted to the memory of the day after Valentine's Day just as he fell asleep.
Inside their place, Draco was tangled up around Hermione. He tucked himself against her from behind, their legs snug and his chin rested on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry we didn't end up spending Valentine's Day together. I know you think it's a made-up holiday—"
"—opposed to all the naturally-occurring holidays," Draco quoted back with a grin. "It's okay. I didn't mind the Single's Day Party, actually."
"I can't believe Blaise convinced you to go!"
He made a face. "Well, I owed him a party from last year and Slytherins always collect. At least it was a Ravenclaw party; it was nothing like a Slytherin party where the night usually ends with someone attempting murder."
Hermione laughed. "I honestly can't tell if you're serious or not. If you're serious, that's hilarious and also really awful. The only almost deaths in Gryffindor house come from unintentional means. Dares, pranks, and whatnot."
"That's a polite way to say they almost kill each other with stupidity."
Draco could practically hear her rolling her eyes as she corrected, "I think they call it bravery but sometimes the line between the two is very fine."
She let out a light groan, stretching her body with a slow roll of her hips against Draco.
His hands skirted around her waist, holding to her like a lifeline as she continued wiggling against him.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were doing that on purpose," Draco growled low; his hips canted into the supple skin of her arse. His hands began to roam up the curve of her sides and down to grip her waist.
"I'm just really sleepy." She enunciated each word as she rocked her arse against his now prominent erection.
"Is that so?" Draco held back the groan that was building in his chest as she continued to tease him. He snaked his hands under her blouse from behind, trailing up to her covered breasts. Thumbing her raised peaks through the thin material, she arched into his hands.
"Is someone impatient?" his voice sang as she let out a grunt of frustration.
"Yes," she mumbled, his hands falling away as she pulled off her blouse and bra in one movement.
Smirking to himself over the sound of her soft whimpers, Draco returned his hands and began palming and kneading her bare breasts, drinking in her soft noises and reactions. One of his hands continued as the other drifted to her leg, circling the smooth skin of her inner thigh. She shifted her weight, trying to bring his touch closer to her core.
Finally slipping his hand under her skirt, he dragged a finger slowly along her folds over the damp material. He intentionally lessened the pressure against her core, holding back a smile as she grew frustrated.
Rotating her hips so they pressed into his fingers, Hermione keened, "Why are you teasing me today?"
Draco chuckled; his chest rumbled against her back with the sound. "Sort of how you teased me last night? Dancing with those other blokes?"
"You know it didn't mean anything." She tilted her hips up, trying to get more friction.
Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, he brushed the flat of his finger against her clit so lightly she moaned and followed his finger, desperate for his touch. Her breath hitched as he continued to tease her. She felt slick as she ground herself into the palm of his hand. He fought the urge to flip her over and take her right there.
Draco's head dipped down, his lips sucking and kissing along the arch of her neck, intending to leave a claiming mark.
"I want you to remember who makes you feel like this." His voice grew lower and possessive in her ear. He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers, drawing a gasp from her. "Next time you're dancing and talking to other blokes, I want you to think back to this moment, when you're coming on my fingers, and know that you're mine ." He snarled the last word.
Pressing two fingers into her entrance, he found she was now drenched from his attentions. Suppressing a groan at how ready she felt, his thumb rubbed against her swollen clit as he pumped into her relentlessly. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as her breathing became erratic and shallow.
"Oh my god!" She threw her head back with a moan of relief, meeting his hand as she rode his fingers.
"Whose witch are you?" The question came from his lips, and he rutted shamelessly against her arse as she whimpered.
"Yours. Draco, I'm yours." She bucked and rolled her head back and forth as her sounds grew. Her body tensed, her muscles spasming as she fluttered around his fingers in waves.
A feeling of pride swelled in his chest, eating up her words. Maintaining his pace, he rode her through her release, rubbing circles into her sensitive clit.
"What were you thinking about when you sent me that picture yesterday, you naughty witch?"
"You." She gasped the word as she struggled to catch her breath, coming down from the high of her orgasm.
Pulling her up onto her hands and knees, Draco bunched her skirt around her waist and dragged her soaked knickers down to her knees, pushing her thighs apart with his hands. His cock wept with want for her, straining painfully in his trousers.
Unable to wait any longer, Draco unzipped his trousers and freed himself, sweeping the head of his cock along the length of her folds. Hermione's back arched delectably, propping her arse up in the air. His hands cupped the soft flesh, admiring her unblemished skin.
A gasp and low moan erupted from Draco as he pressed the head of his cock into her entrance. He dipped in just a fraction before pulling back out and repeating.
"Draco."
His name had never sounded so delicious.
The short and shallow thrusts pulled a whimper of anticipation from Hermione. Gripping her arse, he slid into her with one swift, long push, sheathing him to the hilt. He let out a low sound as he watched himself disappear into her; she felt hot and impossibly tight around him.
"You're perfect," he rasped the praise. "Like you were made for me."
She responded by pushing herself backwards, impaling herself on him as she rocked on her hands and knees. He moved in long and steady strokes, growing increasingly frantic as he pounded into her. His hips slammed against the flesh of her arse with each thrust.
Her walls tightened around him, her arching back taking him deeper. Draco felt the release of tension building as she clamped down on him, the pulsing of her orgasm milking his cock. Her lips parted with a moan as she convulsed around him; the motion pushed him over the edge, his body tightening before he cried out her name, spilling into her.
Draco did not withdraw right away, instead, he kissed a path along the curve of her back to the arch of her neck, worshipping her — his hands greedily massaging at her skin which was heated and flushed under his touch.
Humming a contented sigh, Hermione quipped, "I'll have to dance with other blokes more often."
It was growing more difficult for Draco to sleep at night; he constantly tossed and turned, reliving the moments from each day. As time passed, the frequency of rebellions from students increased, which meant more students were showing up to class with fresh bruises and bleeding wounds. Instead of backing down in fear of punishment, it inspired more retaliation from the rebelling teenagers. Weekly detentions became rescue missions.
As Head Boy, Draco tried to intervene whenever possible, but his options were limited.
He was sure his mother would disapprove of their brazen attempts to rebel. She had emphasized the benefits of working in the shadows to Draco all through his childhood. Even though Slytherin was in his blood, he was sure his mother had something to do with it as well.
Instead of working silently and forming a strategic plan, the rebellion seemed to consist of uncoordinated acts of disobedience. Heated words were thrown out in class or during meals. Walls were dripping with painted words of dissent, such as 'Dumbledore's Army Still Recruiting'. The entire effort seemed to lack structure and plan. It was obvious from any outside observer that there was not a single Slytherin in the cause.
It had been nearly two weeks since he had healed Dean but there had been no change in the attitudes of the Carrows or the rebellious Gryffindors. It seemed that whatever had happened, Dean had not told anyone that that Draco had foregone the torture and healed him instead.
Just as he was starting to fall asleep, a muffled tapping sound caught his attention. Curiosity pulled him out of bed and across the Common Room to the portrait where the banging continued. It was uncommon for students to come directly to the Head Dorm but it was not unheard of, though they had never had a visitor in the middle of the night.
Draco opened the portrait from the inside, peering out into the dark corridor to investigate.
Dean Thomas was propping up a wheezing and bloody Seamus Finnigan, who looked barely conscious.
"Oh, thank god," Dean sighed in relief, his eyes filled with panic and fear. "I was afraid you wouldn't hear us. You've got to help us; Seamus is in really bad shape."
On cue, a fresh gush of blood came from Seamus' lips, dripping down his chin and onto the stone floor.
"Fucking hell." Draco looked Seamus up and down, taking note of his various bruises and ripped clothing. "Come inside, quick, before someone sees you. You'd better hope Pansy doesn't wake up from this or we are all dead."
Nodding, Dean helped Seamus climb through the portrait into the Common Room. Draco grabbed Seamus' other arm and helped lift him as they made their way into his room.
"Why did you come here?" Draco muttered, giving a small grunt of exertion as he helped lift Seamus onto his bed.
Dean looked down at Seamus, who appeared shell shocked. "He needs help. I can't just let him suffer and you knew how to heal me. I thought you'd help."
A gasping rattle came from Seamus' chest. Draco's eyes widened and he ran a quick diagnostic spell.
"Oh shit." Draco brought a hand to his forehead. "Do you know where the Slytherin dorm entrance is?"
"Yes—"
"—good. The password is ' Purify '. Don't let anyone see you. Theo's dorm is on the main level, left hand side, four doors in. Knock twice, pause, then knock once. You need to hurry . I don't know how to heal a punctured lung. I'll do what I can in the meantime."
Dean's eyes widened as his face blanched; he sprinted out of the room and Draco soon heard the portrait closing.
Exhaling a shaky breath, Draco turned back to Seamus. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Draco continued his work on Seamus while waiting for Theo and Dean to return. He was able to heal the more superficial cuts and bruises on the surface, clearing the blood from his body and clothes.
After he had finished all he could do, Theo came sprinting through the Common Room, carrying a bag under his arm, a panting Dean following shortly after.
"How's he doing?"
"Not great," Draco muttered, moving out of the way for Theo to examine Seamus. "I'm glad you got here so quickly because I was running out of stuff to do."
With a wave of his wand, a bright red orb hovered over Seamus' chest. "You were right, it's a punctured lung. Looks like he has some broken ribs and severe bruising." Theo looked to Dean. "What happened to him?"
"Amycus and Alecto took turns trying to see who could make him scream the loudest tonight." Dean looked ill. "I don't know how long they had him before I found him. His detention was hours ago. I only found him because we were supposed to meet up after his punishment and he never showed."
Theo quickly went to work, pulling out potions and salves from his bag—which had to have an extension charm on it—and administering them to Seamus in a complicated sequence.
"How do you know how to do all of this?" Dean marveled, standing back as he watched Theo work.
His hazel eyes flicked up for a moment before going back down to Seamus. "I've been studying healing over the past year."
"They don't even have healing courses unless you pursue a secondary education." Dean's brow scrunched. "Where have you been studying healing?"
"Here. Home. A bit of the library. Madam Pomfrey started training me last year but mainly I've been doing it on my own." Theo wiped sweat from his brow as he continued working.
"Why?"
"My family does nothing but hurt people. I want to heal them."
Dean fell into silence, stunned by Theo's admission.
Several minutes later, Theo stood back. "I've done all I can. His lung is healing. He's going to hate me for the Skele-Gro, but ribs can't be healed with standard spells. They surround the organs and it's dangerous magic. Either way, it's a small enough dose that his ribs will be back to normal in about twenty minutes."
Theo handed several small vials to Dean. "The pink one when he wakes up. Half the purple tomorrow morning, the other half tomorrow night. The red one only if he coughs up more blood. Draco and I are brewing a new batch of the purple tomorrow and I'll get you a fresh dose for later this week."
Numb, Dean accepted the vials, tucking them into the robes of his cloak.
"If he has any negative changes at all or coughs up any more blood, come get me again. Okay? I'm available at all hours." Theo finished cleaning up the empty bottles and used supplies before leaving to return to his dorm.
After Theo left, Dean settled at the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Seamus' face. His hand intertwined with Seamus' and his thumb stroked along his skin gently.
Blinking, Draco recognised the emotions that had played on Dean's face all night. They were not the concerned feelings of a friend.
"I didn't know," was all Draco said.
"It's…new." Dean's face tightened. "With everything that's going on…you don't have time to wait anymore."
Thinking of Hermione, Draco nodded. "I know."
Dean finally tore his gaze from Seamus. "I know you do. It's bloody torture, knowing your relationship could be the reason your partner is in danger. I don't know how you two did it for so long."
The air in the room stilled.
"What?" Draco's throat went dry, scratching like sandpaper.
Sighing, Dean pulled out a capsule shaped silver vial from his pocket and held it up to Draco. "This came out of your bracelet when it snapped the night you healed me. I pocketed it before you noticed." His dark eyes met Draco's. "It's a memory from Hermione. We know about the bond. We know everything."
A/N - Just wanted to make a quick note in case there are questions about Dean's presence at Hogwarts. I've changed bits of canon here and there depending on the situation around the Binding but the one change I've made separate from that is that Dean is not on the run at the start of year 7. Since Dean is a half blood (wizard father but muggle mother) I'm having him start at Hogwarts year 7. In canon, he doesn't know about his wizard father who died before telling his mother he was a wizard so he believes he's Muggleborn. In this alternate timeline since the Ministry is taken over by Death Eaters, I'm having the Death Eaters aware of every student's magical parentage through Ministry record and Dean finds out he's a half blood the summer before year 7, given the Ministry documentation on his father. Hope you liked the chapter!