Bill had gone home, knowing Domenic would need some time, before he may be ready for others. Bill cared about the kid, he had never really known him, but because of his brothers he cared. He had a falling out with his parents, and Domenic was part of it, though not for the reason of being a Malfoy. As far as he knew his parents had no idea, about Domenic being a decoy, and the real Harry. But they were aware of Albus' plans with him, including setting him up with the philosopher's stone, and with the tri-wizard as well. He had known Moody was a fake, and at the time Bill had not understood why he'd want it to happen. It seems Albus had known about what would happen in the graveyard, and had wanted Voldemort to have false security, believing he had Lily's protection. He had known Voldemort would come eventually, and he wanted to control when and how, and knew the ceremony was the best. It would leave him the weakest, allow them time to brace for his first attack.

He knew the twins, if anyone would be loyal to Domenic, it would be them. The twins he knew had a falling out with their parents; they didn't know half of what Bill did, even before Bill learned about Domenic. He was somehow not surprised, when he had been back in the country for a day, when the twins summoned him to their shop.

He was led into the back of the shop, and when the wards were up Fred rounded on him. "What is going on?"

Bill didn't show his cards right away. "What do you mean?"

George was not buying it. "You know something; it's why you have not spoken to the family in months. And why you're in France."

Bill reminded him. "I am with my fiancé and her family. And I have a job there."

Fred shook his head. "There is a reason you left the war, and joined those like the Malfoys in exile, and I think it has to do with Harry."

George added. "We know this story about him being in Cornwall recovering is a farce."

Bill raised an eyebrow, and the twins explained, knowing he did not seem simply willing to talk. They had sent a letter to Harry, not expecting any kind of response from him, or as soon as they had. They were under the impression from Hermione he was blind, though Albus denied it. They filled it with hints, things about their store and such, only Harry would catch on to. The letter was not in Harry's writing, but that could be explained by his eyes, but didn't catch on to any of their hints. Their girlfriends, and old quidditch buddies, weren't sure it was anything. They had thought perhaps Harry hadn't wanted to tell Remus about it.

Bill knew he could trust them, but he had sworn to Lucius to take every precaution needed, and made them swear an oath. He also checked the wards, taught a spell by the former spies to ensure no one could hear, before he'd speak.

Bill sighed. "The Harry you know is not the BWL or even Harry Potter."

Fred gaped at him. "Have you lost your marbles in France? Of course he is."

George was not so sure. "That is why the letter wasn't from him?"

Bill nodded. "Your Harry was blinded, and Albus has brought the real one back from hiding. I'd assume it was him or Albus who wrote."

Fred cut in. "There is no way. Harry would never have lied to us like that. And he always hated the fame, and the danger, the scar."

Bill put a hand on his little brother trying to calm him. "He had no idea."

Bill explained, about Remus using Harry's cloak, and going into the headmaster's office. He had heard about Harry being a decoy, the real one in Salem, and how Albus planned to see to an accident. Poppy and Severus helped him take Harry and flee, including his map and cloak, to France. What Bill told them next, about who Harry really was, of course was the biggest shock to them.

The twins shared a look. They couldn't believe their little brother had been through all of that. They didn't care if his last name was Malfoy; he was their baby brother, not this so called real Harry. They found comfort he was safe in France, and reunited with what was left of his family.

Fred smirked when he thought of the letter. "This so called real Harry has another thing coming if he thinks he can just step in."

Bill reminded them. "For the war it's needed, and besides it will not help Domenic any. He is safer, and better, where he is."

George agreed. "We aren't the only ones this fake will have trouble fooling. But we want to see our little brother."

Bill assured them. "I am allowed to bring you, but not for a few days. We need to cover your exit, and make sure he is safe."

The twins were not happy to wait, but they knew they didn't have a choice. They trusted Bill, they knew he was being honest, and he would bring them down. They were reminded their little brother suffered a lot, and they needed to make sure he stayed safe where he was. They knew, even before Bill mentioned it, that Albus would not let him live if he found him,

They were surprised when Dobby appeared and bowed. "I be coming with a message."

Cornwall, or so he was told, his new home for the summer. He had left the seclusion of Salem, for the seclusion of this old tower, left alone except when the old man came to visit. The world believed Remus was with him, taking care of him, until he recovered. He had been told the decoy had been foolish, ran head long into trouble, and received a few hexes. Harry had to wonder about the kid, it seemed foolish to take such risks, even if perhaps he got more danger pay for it. He wondered where Remus was, he had been told about the marauders, and the death of Sirius. The man insinuated Sirius was killed because of the decoy, but there was something in his eyes, which told Harry he was lying.

He had been left with more files to read and study. He was meant to learn all he could about his life; the life lived by his decoy, for the past few years. His decoy may have faced a lot of risks, but he seemed to have a lot more fun than Harry had, and was paid well for it as well.

Albus was watching him, finishing the cross examination which happened for hours on every visit. "Study harder."

Harry's head snapped up. "I got every question right."

Albus sneered. "But you sounded like you were reciting a speech, not talking about your own life and friends."

Harry shrugged. "I am reciting files. I have never met these people. Hell I have not even been allowed to see quidditch, not alone play."

Albus stood up. "We will get you a broom, but you have a ban, so it won't be a concern you can't play as well as he did."

Harry stopped him. "Why is it he had such freedom when I have been a prisoner? He even got to remain with his family."

Albus sneered. "Of course he lived with his family, he was an actor. You need to be trained; his lack of discipline killed your godfather."

The man left the room, and Harry threw a book against the wall. He had been told the cloak, marauders map and even the other kid's owl was gone. He had never been a fan of owls, well likely as he never had contact, he was not allowed one. He preferred a cat; his Aunt Sarah had one, as did Professor Manx. He took out the photos of them, and of Travis, hidden among his things. When this war was over, he'd return there, and to his friend. He was sick of this being a pawn crap; he had every intention of surviving, and being free. He'd be no sacrificial lamb.

He knew he needed to find a way to contact someone outside of her. He had been promised an owl, but he knew he wouldn't get one until school, and even then he doubted it would not all be read first.

He headed out onto the beach. "At least I can actually go outdoors here."

He was surprised when he saw a strange cat who came and rubbed against his legs.

He bent down and stroked the tabby cat. "You kind of look like Professor Manx's."

The cat started to head along the water, but he could have sworn the cat kept looking back at him.

He shook his head. "You have been alone too long."

But he followed the cat, but he stopped when he came to where the wards were. He knew they were there, Albus said they were to protect him; they were far enough from the tower to give him some room to exercise. He knew that may be true in part, but he had a feeling it also had to do with keeping him inside, like back at school. He was surprised when he noticed the cat, it went into the water a bit, he thought cats hated water, but the cat seemed to be showing him something. He realized the wards ended there, how the cat got in, or there was at least an opening.

He followed the cat, and found sure enough it was an opening, not where they ended. He slid through it, and found himself on the other side of the wards, and no alarms were going off. He found himself in a cave.

He looked around. "I can use this place, but I still have no idea how to communicate with anyone."

The cat sat on a rock looking at him.

He shook his head. "Even if you're some kind of kneezle, it isn't like you can deliver a letter. And I have no idea who to."

He sat down on the rock, looking around, wondering what he could do. It donned on him, house elves, he had been told the decoy had a few of them who responded to him. He doubted Kreacher would come, he was told that was his godfather's elf, so he tried Dobby. He had not done it before, knowing the wards would detect an elf, or the tower elves would report a new one to Albus. He worried it would not work, and turned to look at the cat, as if there may be answers there, but heard a loud pop.

A little elf stood there. "Who be you? You be looking like my master, but you not be."

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