A/N: Sorry for the delay. I had a sleepover and this chapter was longer not to mention the general evilness of my laptop. It takes great pleasure at switching off at really bad times.

This chap is for reblchild who has been a great help with my ideas. Thanks for your input!

"Speech" 'Thoughts' –twin talk-

Chapter 5

Ron and Hermione looked at him strangely. He just shook his head and returned to his letter, reading it over and over again. The trolley came past and Harry bought ten chocolate frogs, tucking nine into his bag and leaving one on his lap. Ron looked at him hopefully and moaned about his corned beef sandwiches. Harry threw him a distracted glare which went unnoticed and opened the little packet. He caught the frog mid-leap and chewed it thoughtfully. Ron groaned again and Harry looked up sharply. "Ron, if you really are that hungry then wait until the trolley comes back and buy yourself a frog. If not can you please shush for a second, I'm trying to think." He idly pulled out the card and twirled it between his fingers. Hermione noticed the name written in large curly script. Godric Gryffindor.

"Ooh can I read it Harry!"

He tossed it to her then started searching his bag for a sheet of parchment. Hermione and Ron were poring over the card and shook their heads to say no when Harry asked if they had any parchment to share. Harry then held out his hand and, when they gave him the card, tapped it with his wand, turning it into a sheet of parchment.

"Harry! That card is extremely rare!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "It's just a card Ron." Harry had let his curiosity get the better of him and now he had to know who his brother is. 'Strangely he was not entirely against the idea of having Draco as a brother. Or maybe he is not entirely against the idea of a family. Yes, Draco was arrogant and bigoted but all that meant was that he was proud and loyal to the things he was raised to believe. It's obvious he's intelligent; he and Hermione drew even in all their classes. Actually the whole rivalry could have been completely avoided if Harry hadn't been an arrogant, bigheaded prat whose ego had been inflated by his newfound fame. I think I can choose the right sort for myself. 'Well Harry you didn't. You let Ron choose. He scoffed at Malfoy so you scoffed at his offer of friendship.' Harry ended his internal monologue and only just suppressed a laugh at Ron's expression.

"Merlin, Ron! It's just a card!"

"A rare card. A very, very, very rare card."

"Ron, I needed parchment. You know that card to card transfiguration is easier than anything else." Harry rifled through his bag looking for the pin that he had packed when he had chickened out of the spell that morning. When he found it he glanced at the letter to reassure himself of the spell order. 'Right, okay. Spell, blood, tap. Got it." He took a deep breath and muttered the spell in a quiet voice so Ron and Hermione couldn't make out the word. Hermione strained to hear but they both jumped and stared at him in shock when he stuck the pin into his thumb, deep enough to draw blood. Once a single drop of crimson blood landed in a messy splodge on the creamy parchment, Harry tapped the parchment with his wand, grimacing as the blood covered the tip. On the parchment, the crimson liquid had started to spread and darken, changing from red to brown to purple to blue and then, finally, to a light green. It spread in swirls over the page forming lines and curving words. In large swirling font the page was titled;

The family tree of

Harry James Potter

Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather:

Tobias Brutus Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Great -Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother:

Marissa Elizabeth Laboulai

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather:

Sirius Tobias Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother:

Arabella Selena Delacour.

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfather:

Marvolo Sirius Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother:

Bellatrix Helena Nott.

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Grandfather:

Rial Marvolo Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Great-Great-Grandmother:

Mortitia Carmain Avery

Deceased.

Great-Great-Grandfather:

Salazar Rial Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Great-Grandmother:

Ursula Leanna Parkinson

Deceased.

Great-Grandfather:

Orion Salazar Malfoy

Deceased.

Great-Grandmother:

Meredith Mariah Prince

Deceased.

Grandfather:

Abraxus Orion Malfoy

Deceased.

Grandmother:

Lillian Isabella Canton

Deceased.

Father:

Lucius Abraxus Malfoy

Imprisoned in Azkaban.

Mother:

Narcissa Tatiana Black

Imprisoned in Azkaban.

Kin:

Identical Twin:

Draconis Lucius Malfoy.

Hogwarts Student

Younger Sister:

Matilda Bethany Malfoy

Miscarried.

Younger Brother:

Salazar Kaden Malfoy.

Miscarried.

In the top right hand corner was a glimmering crest. This unique mark was spelled, rendering it impossible to reproduce on a fake family tree. Ignoring the intrigued looks from his friends, Harry perused it once more looking at the family that he should have grown up with. He didn't even care that they were Malfoys. They're his family! He shouldn't have been separated from them! He has been manipulated his whole life and he shouldn't have been! The prophecy said that the chosen one was 'Born to those who have thrice defied him,' (Not mine!) The Malfoys supported Voldemort, which means he is apparently not the chosen one! Not to mention the blood wards are useless if he isn't with blood relatives, which he wasn't. He knew he had to tell Draco even if he didn't accept it. He knew that Draco had refused the dark mark, Dumbledore had told him last year so he wasn't about to be turned over to Voldemort. He would show him the family tree and then see how it goes from there.

Draco poked moodily at his yorkshire pudding. Harry looked so much different. He's bloody BLONDE for Merlin's sake. How the hell has nobody noticed! He looked up at the Gryffindork table and did a double take. His hair was black again! He looked intently at Harry, and the air seemed to shimmer slightly and his features were once again those of the Harry he had seen on the train. Draco turned his face slightly and focused, glaring maliciously, at the Weasel. Once he was focused completely on the red head, Harrys features blurred and returned to the raven haired boy Draco had known for five years. Draco racked his brain, thankful for his photographic memory, for what could cause this reaction and suddenly the answer hit him. A glamour charm! That must be it! But why could he see through it? He looked around the hall, looking to see if anyone else could see through it. He couldn't see anyone who looked like they could except for Dumbledore who was looking at Harry strangely. He probably could see through it, after all he is the most powerful wizard in the world. But that wouldn't explain the emotions in the older wizards eyes. He adored his golden boy didn't he? So why was he looking at him with annoyance and… was that hatred? When everyone had filed out Draco gave into his conscience and grabbed Harrys arm, pulling him into an empty classroom. He quietly started to talk, "Look Potter. I don't know why you're blonde, I haven't got a clue why you're wearing a glamour and why I can see through it but you're gunna have to be careful. Dumbledore has definitely seen through it and he is not pleased."

Harry laughed darkly, "I bet he wasn't happy. Thanks for the heads up. I might have the answers to your questions. I got a letter over the summer that involves both of us." He shrugged off his rucksack and pulled out a rolled up copy of the family tree and the letter from Lily.

"Before I give you this can you promise you won't show or tell anyone unless we both agree, you'll understand why."

Draco weighed up his options and nodded, "I promise."

Harry nodded too and held out the scrolls, "I also wanted to apologise. If I hadn't been an arrogant git then this whole stupid rivalry could've been avoided. And that didn't influence my apology, I was gunna apologise before I knew. If you want to talk about what they," He pointed at the parchment in Draco's hand, "say then I'll be by the far side of the Lake from midnight until about one."

Harry slipped out of the classroom and sprinted to the Gryffindor Tower. When he got into the garish red and gold room Ron and Hermione were waiting for him, Hermione spoke up exasperatedly. "Where have you been? You were right behind us and then you just vanished!"

"Sorry. Another student wanted a word."

He walked straight up to the dorm and sat cross legged on his bed, piling his textbooks around him. He wanted to finish his summer assignments. He hadn't been able to work on them at all over the holidays. He hadn't even seen his trunk again until that morning. He hadn't been allowed to go to Diagon Alley, the Dursleys had told Dumbledore that they were concerned for his safety so had them sent straight to Privet Drive where they had been locked up. Concerned for his safety! Harry snorted derisively and returned to his Transfiguration essay.

All too soon it was 11:50pm and Harry had completed all but one of his essays. Feeling his stomach twist up nervously, he gathered up the Marauders map, his invisibility cloak, the original letter, one of the family trees and an envelope containing the lock of hair, just in case the gradual changes came up, and snuck past his sleeping dorm mates.

He settled down on the damp grass with the cool breeze blowing through his hair. He had told Draco the truth. All he could do now was wait.

TBC…

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