Disclaimer, Summary, Warnings and Important Notes are in chapter one.
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"speech"
'thoughts'
'letters'
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"Oh, hello Draco, Damien!" Narcissa murmured as she hugged the two boys,
"Hello, mother."
"Hi, Cissa." She smiled at them both,
"Let's go home. I know that it's a bit late but we have to decorate the tree when we get home. It's a shame, school finished so late this year." It was the evening of the 22nd of December and the tree decorating was -according to Draco- a Malfoy tradition, where they did it as a family. Damien had looked forward to helping when Draco said he'd be involved.
"I can't wait! This will be my first time decorating for Christmas!" Narcissa frowned, what vile muggles had he lived with before? She plastered on a smile and replied,
"Well, then we best be getting home!" Then they apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa, Draco and Damien spent a good hour and a half decorating the living/family room of the manor. Making it look…stunning. Damien's face seemed to be frozen in a grin the whole night.
"Cissa."
"Yes, Damien?"
"Where is my dad? And Mr Malfoy?"
"They…they are out, having a meeting somewhere. But don't worry, they should be home on Christmas Eve. Now dear, go to sleep. You look exhausted."
"Oh. Alright. G'night Cissa." He yawned sleepily before heading to his bedroom.
'When he gets back, I have to tell him about the visions. Then…then I'll tell Draco about…my old identity.' Damien thought before shutting his eyes and drifting off into the land of sleep.
—LINE BREAK—
Tom and Lucius finally arrived home midday on the 24th. Unfortunately for Damien, his father was still too busy to come and say hi. With a grumble, Damien headed to the office, he needed to tell his dad otherwise the information would eat him alive. Giving a brief knock, he walked into the room despite having no invitation. He paused slightly.
"Oh hello, Bellatrix…Rabastian and Rodolphus." He said slightly hesitantly as he tried to get their names right, "You all look much healthier since your escape." He noted with a shy smile. Tom's head snapped to him, eyes narrowed.
"Thank you. You must be Damien-"
"Yes and you will get a chance to speak with your Godson at a later time Bella, but for now I must ask you all to leave."
"Of course my lor -sorry…Tom." They murmured almost forgetting that he didn't want his Inner Circle to call him anything other than Tom…when in private that is.
"What did you mean by that?" Tom said in a low voice,
"That's what I-"
"How did you know what the Lestrange brother's looked like, how did you even know they too had escaped? Only Bellatrix's name was mentioned in the articles."
"Will you-"
"Explain. Now."
"I'm try-"
"Tell me."
"Oh for Salazar's sake I'm trying to explain but you keep interrupting me!" Damien shouted, stunning Tom slightly, although he wouldn't show.
"Fine, go on."
"Sometimes when I go to sleep I end up seeing through your eyes. It's like I'm you. There was also a couple of times when I saw through Nagini's eyes." Said snake briefly lifted her head from her spot in front of the roaring fire. Tom was silent, his eyes unnoticeably wide.
"How long?" He whispered almost hoarsely,
"I'm sorry?" Damien asked not understanding the question,
"How long has this been happening?" Tom was now standing up and leaning on his desk as he shouted,
"Umm.." Damien was taken back by the change in volume, "A bit before the Quidditch world cup last year." The room fell silent save for the crackling of the fire.
"Are you an idiot? Why on Merlin's bloody beard would you not tell me about this? You absolute idiot!" Tom had started to scream at him causing the youth to take a step back as his face paled and eyes widened. "I am so disappointed in you Damien. You failed to inform me of this extremely significant information at an earlier date." His voice had quietened and Damien couldn't help but think his father was being a bit dramatic.
"Dad, I'm sor-"
"Go." Tom had sat back down in his desk chair,
"But-"
"Get out."
"Dad please-"
"I said get out! Now!" He bellowed angrily. A burst of magic swept through the room, sending shards of an exploded vase across the room. None of which Damien tried to avoid as he was frozen in shock allowing the pottery to slice into his pale face. Turning on his heel, Damien confidently strode from the room only to leg it to his room.
Once inside his room the young boy collapsed against the door, allowing the tears to cascade down his cheeks, he winced in pain as the salty tears mixed with the few bloody cuts on his face.
"Come on Damien. Breathe…breathe." He murmured as a mantra, "Calm down, I have to talk to Draco soon."
—LINE BREAK—
"Come in" Damien called from where he sat on the edge of his bed as he heard a knock on his door,
"Dami!" Draco strode across the room and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips before pulling away and frowning, "What happened to your face? It's covered in blood and cuts."
"Draco. I want to tell you who I once was." Draco's eyes widened in curiosity,
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. We've been dating for around 3 months and I think…I think you should know."
"Alright. I won't judge you, I can see this will be difficult for you." He murmured taking a seat next to Damien on the edge of the bed.
"I… when Dumbledore kidnapped me…he gave me to members of his order. The mother had had a miscarriage and her and her husband had both been distraught so when they got the chance to raise me, they took it. Dumbledore gave me to…he gave me to…to Lily and James Potter." Looking up and into the pale eyes of the Malfoy, "I used to be Harry James Potter." Draco was silent. "Dray?" He murmured after a few minutes, his hand reaching towards his cheek. Draco slapped it away.
"How dare you." He growled lowly, "How could you not tell me this?" His voice rose as he screamed at Damien,
"You said you wouldn't judge," Damien whispered with sad eyes as Draco stood up,
"I lied." He said bluntly, "How can you expect me to be alright with my boyfriend turning out to be Harry bloody Potter?"
"Dray-"
"Don't call me that."
"I'm still the same person-" But Draco was already walking away, strutting towards the door with clenched fists by his side,
"No. You are not." As he opened the door, he turned his head ever so slightly, "We're through."
"You can't mean that!" Damien shouted as Draco slammed the door shut and left. A whimper crawled up his throat as he collapsed weakly on his bed, tears pouring down his face as he pulled at his hair, wondering why everything went wrong when he wanted to right some things, "No…please…"
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