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It was quiet as dawn came to the Hospital Wing. Gray morning light tried to escape form behind closed curtains, a hopeless attempt. Soft hoots floated from where the owls were perched, trying to rest before they were sent out with letters.

With a soft sigh, the only patient began to wake up. She felt warm and contented, a result of the calming potion that had been injected into her arm the night before. Pulling the blanket over her head, Alison realized she was not alone.

"Young mistress, is you awake?" The voice was high-pitched and familiar, "Tawni is bringing you tea!"

"Morning Tawni," Alison de-burrowed herself and saw Tawni with the same tea tray as last time, "Thanks. How did you know I was up here?" She carefully added cream to the cup, her hands feeling inept handling the fine china.

Tawni looked down at her feet, "Tawni is hearing things when she cleans Headmistress MickeyGonnagal's office. Tawni had to burn Tawni's hands in the oven for spying on the Headmistress."

Alison clucked her tongue, "You shouldn't hurt yourself for being curious Tawni. It's only natural. I do hate causing you so much trou-"

"It is no trouble! Tawni is happy to serve young mistress! Tawni was very concerned when young mistress didn't appear for her evening or morning tea. Tawni is remembering an old student when she sees young mistress, he was a very kind boy."

"Who?"

Tawni shook her head, "He is asking Tawni not to tell his secrets. Tawni had already told the old Headmaster about him and the other young master, going around without Master Potter," The elves eyes widened and she began to beat herself with the teapot.

Alison began to panic, the elf was now sobbing and screaming, "BAD TAWNI! YOU IS HURTING YOUNG MISTRESS AND TELLING SECRETS! OH BAD ELF! BAD!"

"Tawni I am ordering you to stop!" Alison yelled and winced at her own tone.

Tawni froze, then returned the teapot to its tray. The teen fell onto her pillow and groaned, she had burnt herself when Tawni had seized the kettle. "Tawni is sorry. Does young mistress want anything before Tawni is going?"

"Yes, would you mind going to my dorm and grabbing the basket I have on my desk?" Alison replied as she examined her scalded hand, "And my wand? I should be able to heal this on my own."

Tawni nodded and with a snap of her long fingers, was gone. Closing her eyes, Alison tried to remember what happened. It was like gazing into a window frosted over, she could make out forms, but the details were blurry. Harceler met her in her dream. Mum had showed her pictures and started to cry, the pictures of Harry. Her father.

Like a wave had washed over her, Alison felt submerged in sorrow. They had lied; she was not a Malfoy, but a Potter. Nana Narcissa wasn't her blood. Bryan was only a half brother. Everything was making sense Harry had been a Parselmouth. Years ago, The Sorting Hat called her interesting. Was this what it meant?

"Young mistress? Is you being alright?"

With a half hiccup half gasp, Alison looked up, Tawni had returned holding the things she had been asked to bring. Wiping the sleeve of her pajamas against her eyes, Alison was surprised to see moist spots. She hadn't realized she had been crying, "I'm fine, Tawni. You can go now."

The elf gave her a inquiring look as she set the basket and wand on the side table and scooped up the tea things, "Is you sure you are being alright?"

Alison managed a watery smile, "Yes, thank you."

Tawni nodded in goodbye and disappeared. Carefully picking up the wand, Alison cast a quick healing spell she had learned last year in Charms. The hand still smarted a bit, but it was now tolerable. "Nassau? Are you in there?"

"Yes. Where were you last night? You never returned I feared you had become some prey's dinner."

Alison unlatched the basket, "I had to stay overnight. I hit my head and then, things got worse."

There was a hiss like gasp as Nassau stuck her head out of the basket, "Well, I suppose I can't call you Mooneyes anymore, you've shed skins."

"What?"

"You're appearance. It's different now. Look into the shiny glass human females are always preening in front of…a mirror!"

Scooping up the snake, Alison made her way to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, the girl raced to the mirror. "Oh Merlin."

Not wanting a repeat of yesterday, Alison clutched the porcelain sink when she felt her knees go weak. The girl in the reflection was her and at the same time it couldn't be.

A thinner face with a light peach skin framed by ebony locks. The hair was messy and probably tangled. There was a band-aid covering one thin eyebrow. The silvery mimic of Dad's eyes were gone. Replaced by a luminous green, she recognized the color.

"Harry's eyes." Alison whispered in repulsion, running a through her now black hair and getting it stuck in a ferocious knot, "Oh God, I look like Harry."

"Who is Harry, please tell me?" Nassau sounded slightly desperate.

Glaring at her new face, the green-eyed girl replied, "He's nobody. Just my father."

"But the pale man, you call him-"

"They lied to me." The girl's voice trembled and she broke down sobbing.

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"Alison, I know you're upset, but this is ridiculous!" Connor was currently yelling at the bathroom door, in which Alison had hidden and taken Becca hostage.

There was muttering, then Becca shouted back, "She says she refuses to leave when you're out there," A brief pause, "And she now refuses to talk."

Groaning, the brunette boy preceded to beat his head against the nearest wall. From where he was lounging in one of the beds, Bryan shook his head, "Just when I thought you couldn't get stupider," The Slytherin flicked his wand at the door, "Alohamora!"

There was an outraged cry as Connor quickly darted into the bathroom, "You idiot! Get out, I could've been naked!"

"But you weren't," Becca pointed out as Alison glared through the doorway at her brother.

Connor gave a small smile, "It's not all bad."

"You've got to be kidding! I've you seen what happened to me," The green-eyed girl said in an almost yell.

"I'm not, Alison, you look good as a blackhead."

Connor was quite confused as Alison began to sob and Becca shoved him out of the room, muttering "Moron."

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A day later, Alison found herself trudging off to her first lesson. Becca was at her side, Connor wisely following behind, he had yet to be forgiven. For the first time ever, Nassau was accompanying the trio to class, safely hidden around Alison's neck.

"Now what do we have here? The terrible three has finally split up, this calls for celebration," The voice was horribly familiar.

"Go get a life, Smith." Alison retorts, not even turning to face the girl.

"So the ilitnew girl doesn't like me! Why don't you turn around, blackie?"

Alison does as she was told, "My name is Malfoy. Get it right."

Violet makes a comment, and Connor and Becca are now separating the two.

"Come on, Alison. She's just a waste of time."

Becca leads her friend to class, Connor now at their side. They try to distract her with small talk, bad jokes, and insults to Violet and her voice's resemblance to a dying hippogriff. Like a robot, she answers, laughs and agrees, but silently wishes she could curl up and die.

She loved her friends for trying to help, but Violet's comment was etched in her mind. 'You're as much a Malfoy as I am.'

"Greeneyes, is something wrong?" Nassau asked, using her temporary pet name for Alison.

"No, just first day back jitters." Alison replies in a shaky hiss.

"I could bite her, you know, the blonde girl."

"Nassau, you're not poisonous."

"It would still scare her," The snake shrugged, quite a feat for someone with no shoulders.

"Thanks, but no."

"Miss Malfoy! Miss Weasley! Mister Wood!"

Alison's head snapped up, along with Connor's and Becca's. Headmistress McGonagall was looking at them sternly from behind her spectacles. Alison was about to say something, but the bell rang. "Kindly explain why you are late for class."

"We were stopped by a seventh year in the hall," Connor says a bit timidly, something about the Headmistress has always frightened him.

Lips a thin line, the Headmistress replies, "Wood, Weasley, you are free to go. Malfoy, may I have a word?"

With one last glance at her friends, Alison nodded, and followed Headmistress McGonagall. The aged witch lead her an empty corridor. (Actually they were all empty what with class being in session.) She gives the dark haired girl a disapproving look, "I can deal with you bringing a pet snake, if it is only because of your…"

The older woman seemed at a loss of words. Hiding a grin, Alison says, "My parseltoungliness?"

"This is not a joke, Miss Malfoy. Your father's family has a reputation for not be the most…law abiding. If word caught that you had a talent that Lord Voldemort possessed, the rumors would spread like wildfire."

"Why should they? My father was a Parselmouth," Alison replies.

"I was unaware Draco could-" The Headmistress was interrupted.

"Not Draco. Surely you noticed my new appearance," Alison raised a single eyebrow.

"Yes, but, they'll think its just some spell," The old woman supplied weakly.

Alison shook her head, "We may just be kids, but were not stupid. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get to potions and it's a long walk to the dungeons."

Alison turned heel and left, and after she was gone, McGonagall shook her head. Alison was not stupid, but she was a child, and eventually all these secrets and lies would make her crack. "Her father went through the same thing, it's a shame the saying is true in this case. Like father, like daughter, but I hope this time we have a happier ending."

A/N: I apologize for taking so long in updating, part of it is working on some of my older fics, but most of it is procrastination.

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