A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Fantasy February Day Five

Being an assassin, I had made a number of questionable decisions in my life, but hadn't particularly thought twice about them. Well, this time was different. The further I rode off, the more I knew I was going to be made to regret kidnapping the prince instead of killing him.

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"There's something I need to tell you."

"What? Does it have something to do with the coronation tomorrow?"

"It does. Nineteen years ago, I was hired to kill the crown prince."

"But you didn't, he's being crowned tomorrow."

"No, no, he's not. See, I took you from the crib, the first born and left your twin brother behind. I don't know why I was only contracted to kill you, not him. Maybe because he was sickly looking and they figured he wouldn't last, or maybe they didn't even know there were two heirs. I seem to remember that part being kept quiet."

"Twins are unnatural."

"They're not, it's just superstition. Either way, I did a lot of questionable things as an assassin. I killed a lot of people. I was going to kill you, take you from the palace, leave your body somewhere, I don't know where my thoughts were that night. I remember carrying you out of the palace."

"Then what happened? How did we end up here near the Fae village? Are you saying you're a fae?"

"No, not entirely. I'm a changeling, one of the human babies stolen in the night and replaced. My family angered the fae when I was born. They took me as retribution. I lived here until I was old enough to learn the truth. Then, because I could pass for human, being human, they made me their huntress. I was tasked with stealing, murdering, switching babies. I did a number of questionable things, made a few decisions that nearly got me kicked out of the fae court altogether. You're the one that did it finally did it though. Sparing you're life that night, I knew I would regret it."

"I'm sorry, this seems, it seems... impossible."

"George, I'm sorry. Here, look in the mirror. Do you not see that you are a splitting image of Prince Fred? Same nose, hair, freckles."

"But I'm your son."

"You're really not. Haven't you noticed we look nothing alike?"

"I never thought about it, Mama. Who are you really then?"

"My name doesn't matter, I'll always be your mama. I did raise you."

"But why?"

"Why what? Why did I keep you, raise you as my own? Because George, your twin, he's going to need your help to rule the kingdom. There's dark forces building, can't you feel them? That chill in the air when you're outside, those dark clouds moving from the East. Tonight, I fear it's going to move closer and closer. Without you by his side, Fred's going to be overwhelmed by the forces of darkness. Without you, he and the kingdom will fall."

"What? I should just go announce myself to him, that I'm the real crown prince? Do you know how mad that would sound?"

"I do and that's why you shall wear this. It's a totem of your people, Fred's people, my people. It was also stolen the night you disappeared. I like shiny things, I can't deny that. All Fae do. Wear this, and they shall know you are their king and maybe, just maybe you and King Fred can save us all. "