Remus had spent the night next to the bed, no matter how exhausted, he could not be convinced to leave. He knew they were safe, he had trusted it before he had been told his cub was a Malfoy. He had known the Malfoys were spies for years, but he trusted Severus with his life, and his cub's. Not to mention the Blacks, well Andromeda and her daughter, who were there. He thought of how much a shock this would be, and painful for his cub, when he learned the truth. He would not only know he was lied to about who he was, but he was kidnapped, and used as a decoy. From what they knew he had not been attacked, he was intended to be left with a decoy couple, and the Potters go to Boston. But Peter had turned on them, and a week before they were to leave, they were killed. The real Harry was left on the door, but only for an hour or so, before swapped. Remus only found comfort, in his cub would have a family to lean on, to take care of him.

Harry slowly started coming around in the morning, feeling groggy, and confused. He opened his eyes, though for a moment he thought he hadn't, as the world was still black. He remembered though, the night before he assumed, and the loss of both his godfather and his eyes.

Harry was in a panic as he could not see or hear anything. "Madam Pomfrey? Madam Pomfrey?"

He felt a hand squeeze his. "It's okay cub, I'm here."

Harry felt the hand remain on his. "Moony."

He felt weight on the bed and knew Remus had sat down with him. "Yes cub, I'm here and not leaving you."

Harry felt something off, he had been in an infirmary bed enough, he was sure he wasn't in one. "Where am I? Where are we?"

He had no idea what to expect but was taken back by the answer. "You are in a Black home in France."

Harry was confused, not only by the answer, but by who. He could have sworn the voice was Lucius, and this seemed so odd joke, or nightmare. He had been told the Malfoys were spies, and Lucius was in exile, but he had no idea why he would be with the man. For a moment he could have sworn he had seen the man, standing near the window, but then it was gone.

Remus could sense his cub's distress, and looked at the other two, not even sure how to start to tell him. He was still in shock from the news, but he had months in a way to deal with it. He had what Severus and Sirius were trying to tell him for months, in his head.

Remus tried. "We rescued you from school last night. We're going to live here in France while your eyes recover, and perhaps after."

Harry was confused. "What about the war? I am needed for the war. I'm the boy who lived."

Once again it was not Remus who answered but he could have sworn it was Narcissa. "No Harry, you're not."

Harry was shaking. "Why are they here, why are they lying to me? Remus, why?"

Remus tried to calm him. "Cub, I'm sorry but it's true, you're not the boy who lived."

Harry's panic was not abating. "I am, there is no way Neville is, he doesn't have the scar. I have the scar. Why are you lying?'

He had always wanted rid of the scar, to not be the boy who lived, but this was lies. He had been told who he was when he was eleven, he went to school and had people stare at him, he had the world expect him to win a war. His godfathers both loved him, they would never have allowed him to be told lies, but he was reminded Sirius had been in prison.

Remus had no idea what to say so he tried. "James and Lily Potter's son is the boy who lived."

Harry was so confused. "I'm their son, their only son, they were only twenty when they had me."

Remus squeezed his hand. "No cub, you're not, the real Harry has been in hiding in Salem since the attack."

Harry jerked away from him. "You lie, you are lying, you're lying. Siri would not have lied to me, he loved me, I know he did."

Remus took his hand back. "We both love you, and just found out cub, I swear. Please listen, please let me explain."

Harry was shaking, but he remained there, and listened. Remus quietly explained what had happened recently, about Sirius wanting to take him that summer, and then what had happened that night. When he demanded to know who he was, they didn't tell him any names, but about how he was kidnapped, when he was six months old. They weren't sure where he had been for nearly a year, before that Halloween.

Harry couldn't make sense of this. He knew deep down it was true, he knew Moony would not lie to him, but it made no sense. He was so scared, he didn't understand why this was happening, his eyesight gone was bad enough.

Harry was in so much pain. "The Potters? They knew?"

Remus shared a look with Lucius. "I don't know how much. I don't think they knew who you were, I am sure they thought you an orphan."

Harry was shaking. "They knew I was a baby, they knew I was a little defenseless baby."

Lucius could not disagree with his little brother. "They did. I think in their attempt to protect their son, they likely lied to themselves."

Harry was shaking all over. "I hear her scream, for her son, before she dies. How? Why? I felt guilt for her death."

Remus heard such anger in Harry's voice, and he wished he could say otherwise. "The memories were planted."

Harry shook him off. "I felt guilt, I felt guilt and that woman used me, she used me to protect her son! They used me."

Remus managed to collect Harry into his arms, well Domenic he reminded himself, as he broke down crying. He held him, reminded his cub there were those who loved him so much, even if he was not Harry. He had to wonder, about Harry's friends, and who'd still be there for him. He wished Sirius was alive, well he always would, but even more. The knowledge he was his Uncle, would make the death a more painful blow.

When Harry calmed down enough he asked. "Who am I? I want to know who the hell I am."

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