Harry lay there, feeling such a mix of confusion of emotions not sure what to make of it. He had spent the past few years hearing the woman, the woman he thought to be his mother, screaming for him. He thought the woman died for him, thought she had loved him so much, she stood in front of a mad man to protect him. She had, she had died for her son, but not him. She had meant to run off, to go into hiding with her husband and son, and leave a decoy baby in his place. She had thought to sacrifice another baby, an innocent baby, to protect her own son. He had lived with the guilt, Merlin the woman who raised him blamed him for the woman's death, and he was innocent. The woman, he was told Petunia was his Aunt, why he was left there. Those people were not even related to him. Did he have family of any kind?

Remus shared a look with Lucius, unsure of how to tell Harry, not sure it was his place. He could see the Malfoys were no more certain. They wanted to tell him, to give him a home and family, but it would be hard. Narcissa helped raise him before he was taken, loved him as a son, and she wanted nothing more than to be able to comfort him now.

Harry was starting to grow even more agitated. "Who am I? Why won't you tell me? Do you not know who I am?"

Remus tried to calm him down. "Harry just calm down please."

Harry jerked away. "Don't call me that, don't, don't. Don't call me that."

Narcissa sat down on the bed. "It's okay, I promise we will tell you everything. We just thought since Harry has been your…."

Harry pulled away. "Harry is the name of a child worth more than me, worth letting me be killed like a sacrificial lamb. Who am I?"

Remus was never sure he heard his cub so upset, and he couldn't blame him, he was right. James and Lily may have deluded themselves, believed the baby would not be killed, but deep down they had to know. He would have thought better of the couple, he loved Lily as a sister, she always had such an amazing heart. He knew how much she loved her son, but to use another innocent baby as a decoy, was too much. He had no doubt the plan was Albus', and he likely convinced them, but still.

Remus finally told him. "Your birth name is Domenic Regulus Black-Malfoy."

Harry seemed to miss the middle part. "Malfoy? Malfoy? What do you mean Malfoy? I am not Draco's twin, we're over a month apart."

Lucius sat down. "Actually your birthday is earlier, but no you aren't twins."

Harry turned towards his voice. "So I'm your bastard? You cheated on your wife? Is that why I was a decoy? Sold off your bastard?"

Lucius felt like he had been slapped. "No, I have loved you from the moment you were born. You aren't my son, but my brother."

Harry was startled, he was not sure what he had been expecting as an answer, but not that. It was confusing enough he was a Malfoy, but suddenly being Draco's twin would make more sense to him than this. How the heck was he Lucius' brother? The man was old enough to be his father, the man's son was a month older than he was. His head was spinning from all of this, and he was sure they must be lying to him.

Lucius quietly explained, that his mother died when he was a baby, and his father remained single. Years later he fell in love, and when he found his lover pregnant, he married. Domenic was the child, Abraxas' beloved second son, kidnapped six months before the old man died.

Lucius held his hand. "You were the same age as his grandson but he absolutely adored you. I found him in your nursery singing to you."

Harry was stunned. "My mother?"

Narcissa quietly explained. "You don't have a mother, you had a daddy."

Harry knew about male pregnancies. "My dad, is he alive?"

Narcissa sighed. "I'm sorry Nico, he died when you were a week old. Your godfather's little brother, Regulus, was your daddy."

For the first time Harry clued into the full name they told him. "Regulus Black?"

Narcissa explained, her cousin was forced into the mark, like Lucius and Severus. He knew Lucius was a spy, and came to him for help, and lived at Malfoy manor. Abraxas had fallen for the impetuous teen, he was seventeen when it became physical, and married him when he found out about Nico. Regulus was killed, when Voldemort found him to be a spy, a week after he gave birth. Abraxas could barely look at his son for weeks, but Lucius had found his dad in the nursery, singing to the baby later on. Abraxas was devastated when his husband died, and the kidnapping of his six month old son, was the final blow. He fell ill with the pox not long after, and he didn't seem to have the will to live any more. He truly believed Domenic was alive, and made Lucius swear to find him, before he died.

Remus quietly explained, Sirius knew about his nephew, and always held out hope. Severus had revealed who Harry was, and Sirius had planned to kidnap Harry that summer, and run. It was why Sirius adopted him, he wanted to make sure his cub was not robbed of the Black estate.

Harry heard the words and it hit him. "Siri? He was my Uncle? He was my Uncle?"

Remus knew that would make the death in the ministry so much worse. "He was cub. He loved you so much."

Narcissa explained. "He is your godfather, he was his nephew's. He felt a bond with you, after prison, he never felt with James' son."

They assured him he wasn't alone, his Uncle was gone, but he had family. He had his brother and nephew, as well as Narcissa who was his cousin on his dad's side. He had Andromeda and Ted, he had Tonks, he had all the other members of the Black family. As Orion's grandson, he was rightfully Lord Black, Sirius just ensured it couldn't be stolen. He also had a right to a chunk of the Malfoy fortune from Abraxas.

He was so lost. "I don't even know who I am, or what I am supposed to feel. I am not HIM, but I don't feel like a Malfoy, I don't know."

Remus reminded him. "I know your Uncle is dead, but you have me, and Tonks and her mum. And your new family who loves you."

He clung to his godfather. "I at least have you. My friends?"

Remus sighed. "I don't know cub. Bill is here, but I don't know about his brothers."

He didn't tell his cub, but Bill was back in the UK, for some business. He was hoping maybe the twins would still be loyal to Domenic, but he had to be careful about talking to them. The twins had a falling out with their parents, over their shop, but a lot more. Bill was hoping they'd be loyal, and Remus shared his hopes for Harry's sake, but he couldn't assure his cub yet.

Remus settled him back. "In a few days, Fleur is going to start working with you. Veela know about the senses, to help you get around."

Albus was irate to say the least, when he learned the brat was gone. He and Cornelius had gone to check on him, having worked out a way to discretely send him away, and to see to a small accident. He had nothing personally against the child, but the world could never know he was a decoy, the real one had to slip into his place. He had Harry trained at Salem since he was five, cut off from the world but for his tutors, and educated the last few years in his real life. He was not meant to return until next summer, when he was seventeen, but the accident sped that up. Unfortunately Albus needed many things, including the Black fortune, and he lost it. He had never been able to touch the money, but Grimmauld he needed and access to information, and when the real Harry came of age, the money. But the damned mutt had blood adopted the imposter, making him the Black heir, and Albus had to wonder if he had known. Now the imposter was gone, the wolf as well, and so were items like his cloak and the marauder's map. His owl and broom could be replaced, but the cloak and map he could not pull out of his ass.

Albus was leaving for Salem, he needed to retrieve the other boy. The world was told Harry was recovering on the coast, and that summer he would use that supposed recovery time, to finish his education. So far the only hiccup with that plan, was the twins who sent a letter, but he was sure they would believe the little one he penned. He used the information from Ron, he knew the decoy best, the twins would buy it.

He met with the headmaster of Salem. "I will be taking him with me this afternoon."

Robert nodded. "We have taught him all we could. He is well disciplined, had excelled in all his studies."

Albus smirked. "More than I can for his decoy, I must say I am happy we do not have to rely on that brat to win a war."

Robert motioned him to follow. "We have followed your guidelines to a tee. The boy is nice and pliable for you."

The last thing Albus had needed was another marauder on his hands. He had been saddened when Lily and James died, but he would have taken their son from them anyways, eventually. James may have been an auror, but he didn't have the discipline needed, to raise the proper hero. Harry had to be a weapon, he needed to be well trained and instructed in what needed to be done. He had been taught here, he was unimportant, the war was key to it all. He was taught he should be willing ant any time, to sacrifice himself for the war, as his mother had.

He looked at the room. The boy had been raised by Lily's squib cousin here in the US until he was five. He was allowed no private items, no pictures nothing in his room. He ate with the teachers, and saw the other students only when he was in class.

Robert opened the door. "Harold."

A taller more muscular version of the decoy stood up. "Sir."

Albus looked him over. "His height will be an issue, and the muscles, we will have to try and pass them off as a growth spurt."

Harry looked at the two men. "What is happening?"

Robert snapped at him. "Be fortunate you are leaving, or you'd be sleeping outside for two nights. Since when do you speak when not asked?"

Albus simply motioned. "Pack your clothes, we leave for the UK in an hour."

When the two men left, Harry grinded his teeth, and walked over to his wardrobe. He took out his clothes, but opened a hidden panel, and took out a few secret items. They were from Professor Manx, his runes teacher who allowed him to keep in contact with Aunt Sarah, and his only friend, Travis. Travis had snuck into his rooms, on a dare, and thanks to Professor Manx they had been allowed to see each other. He was surprised to be leaving so soon, but he was itching to get out of here. He was promised when he took over his real life, for the kid who had been paid to fill in for him, he'd have more freedom. He wondered about the kid, but the kid was an actor, and knew about it from the start.

He zipped up the bag and whispered. "If that old man thinks I am going to be a mindless puppet again, he is mistaken. This is my life."

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