Dobby had come, he had not been happy too, but he had come. Dobby was and always had been a Black elf, he had never belonged to Lucius, for the man to free. Hermione had been wrong in her assumption, that leaving clothes for the school elves would free them, only the headmaster could. Dobby had lived at Malfoy manor for years, he had come with Narcissa when she married, one of two elves. He had been nanny elf to both baby Domenic and Draco, though far more hands on with Domenic. They had their suspicions Harry was Domenic even back then, but if they had not been for sure, for Sirius' sake, they had sent the little elf. He didn't like this new man, he loved the boy in France, it was his Harry and his Domenic. He had loved him before he found out he was Master Domenic, and he was extremely protective of him.

He went to get the twins though, he wasn't sure about this, but he did. The twins were confused, they had no idea why the imposter would be calling them, and worried it might be a trap. He didn't know the twins knew the truth, and anyone with sense, would know they would be the hardest to trick. But considering it was Albus involved, they were not that surprised.

Fred looked at the cave. "Are we sure about this?"

George nodded. "You know the old coot needs the world to believe this is Harry. How will he explain if we are hurt?"

Dobby appeared next to him. "I not be letting this Harry be hurting you. I know Master Domenic very upset if you be hurt."

Fred was reminded of the bludger incident in their little brother's second year. "Just make sure you have good aim if it is needed."

The little elf bowed. "I iron my ears for hurting little master, Dobby only try to protect him."

His idea of protection worried them, reminded of the mad bludger, and broken arm. He could have been worse, except Hermione had saved him from worse damage. In fairness to the elf, the most damage had been done by Lockhart, who had removed all of Harry's bones in his arm. They were reminded he was not Harry, but it would take time, he was Harry to them.

They went into the cave, and for a moment they wondered if they were wrong, until they saw him. He looked like their little brother, other than he was as tall as they were, and more of a build to them then a seeker.

The boy turned to them. "Fred and George."

Fred smirked. "I assume you have seen photos of us then. If you were our little brother, you could tell us apart, unlike our own mother."

Harry shook his head. "We both know, I have no idea how, you know the truth. You're no fools, so let's not even pretend."

George sunk down onto a rock. "And how come you by that conclusion? You have never even met us before."

Harry shrugged. "I notice you are the only ones who cared enough to write. I have a feeling his close friends would have secrets."

Fred more than agreed. "Our shop for one."

Fred asked. "Albus is a fool if he thinks he knows even half of our little brother's secrets."

Harry shook away the comment. "He has I believe your real brother, Ronald, giving him information."

The twins snarled, they always knew Ron was a prat like Percy, but even this was beyond what they expected. But even then there were limitations, there were a lot of times Ron and Harry were fighting, and things Harry would not tell him. Ron hadn't known about the shop, he wouldn't know details about their quidditch days either. He was sure Harry and Hermione had talks Ron wouldn't know of, or Neville, and Luna always had a way of knowing things as well. The kid as fooling himself if he thought he could pull this off, and they told him that.

Harry knew they were not wrong. He had no desire to be this other kid, and he planned to leave the country as soon as the war was over, back to the US. He didn't have much of a life there, but he had his only family there, and his one friend Travis.

Fred crossed his arms over his chest when the kid said he needed help. "Why would we help you? You stole the life of our little brother."

Harry looked angry. "I stole his life? He has been living mine. He has been paid a ton of money to be me. He knew."

George smirked. "Is that what they told you? He was kidnapped as a baby, raised by your abusive relatives, never told he was not you."

Harry went white from that. "He never knew?"

Fred shook his head. "He is now blind, and recovering in France, finally reunited with what remains of the family he was stolen from."

Harry had been told the kid knew, that he lived with his family, in the summer time. He was told he was nothing but an actor, who was now living in comfort, now his role as the decoy wasn't needed. He had thought perhaps it was lies, perhaps the kid was an orphan, but to learn he was stolen shook him to the core. He was hit with the sickening realization that he was not the only one messed with in all of this.

He surprised them when he mentioned how he found the cave. "Some odd tabby cat led the way."

The twins shared a look and Fred asked. "Does the tabby have odd markings around the eyes?"

Harry was confused why they were asking about the cat. "It did."

The twins knew it could be a coincidence, but it sounded like Minerva, and not a kneezle. But they had no idea why she would be here, or helping Harry, she was the most loyal follower of Albus. They were reminded though of what Bill told them, of how she had helped Remus get their little brother out of the school, and got his things for him. They mentioned none of this to the real kid, they wouldn't blow Minerva's cover, or risk it. They had no idea what she was playing with, if it had been her, and not some extremely smart cat.

The twins went to leave but handed him a two way journal which could pass as novel. "A way to keep in touch."

Domenic had been a bit agitated and withdrawn since he woke up, and no one could really blame him. He had learned his life was a lie, he was not who he believed, and had been used as a decoy. Remus and his new found family were there, and would try to help him through it all, but they knew he needed time. He had his entire world shaken, and now he was blind, and it was a lot. Poppy truly believed his eyesight could come back, the physical damage was repaired, it seemed more psychological than anything right now.

Fleur was to arrive that day, well Domenic was being told that, she had been there all along. She was only quarter veela, but she had inherited her grandmother's skill, and veela knew a lot about the senses. They hoped she could teach Domenic to cope, until hopefully his vision returned.

Fleur stood with Remus at the door. "Has he had flashes?"

Remus knew she was referring to the fact he was sitting by the window. "No. He just seems to like to sit there."

Lucius had come up next to them. "I was a bit surprised when you asked for me to be a part."

Remus turned to him. "I will if you don't wish to, but I thought you wanted to help your brother."

Lucius agreed. "I just thought you were the more likely. He barely knows me, well as anything but thinking me an enemy, until now."

Fleur was the one who suggested it. "Domenic relies on Remus, he trusts him, but he needs to learn to trust others."

Domenic had never had a lot of people he could count on, and it would make it hard. Many of the people he had trusted, he now had his doubts about, if they had known he was a decoy or not. His Uncle was gone, but he still had Remus, and the twins it seemed. But he needed to come to rely on others, like his brother, if he was to get better. They truly believed, or at least hoped, his eye sight would come back with time. But until then, he would need to rely on people as he learned, and the more he trusted, the easier it would be.

Remus was a bit reluctant, he hadn't been from Domenic's side often, but he knew Fleur was right. He knew if he was there, his cub would cling to him, when he got scared. He needed to see Lucius could be trusted to be there for him. Lucius assured Remus, he was not pushing Remus out.

They were barely in the room when Domenic turned towards them. "Lucius, and Fleur?"

Lucius was a bit surprised. "How did you know who came into the room?"

An odd look went across Domenic's face for a moment. "I knew you were coming for my first lesson."

Fleur stopped Lucius when he was about to mention he had not been told about Lucius. "Are you ready for this?"

Domenic they realized as they came around, sat petting an old cat, which had once belonged to Abraxas. Lucius was reminded, every time he had been in the room, the cat had been there. He couldn't remember his dad, in the last months before he died, without the cat. In truth the fur ball had been a gift, a tiny kitten, from Abraxas to his husband when Regulus was pregnant. It was an old cat.

Fleur smiled when Domenic asked what. "We will just get you up moving around some, you need to learn how to move around the house."

Domenic allowed the cat to jump off his lap. "I guess I can't sit here, wishing I could see the fountain outside my window, all day."

Lucius looked, wondering how Nico knew of the fountain, the window was closed so he couldn't hear. He didn't push. "Here let me."

Domenic looked a bit reluctant but he allowed his brother to take his arm. "I'm a bit…"

Fleur calmed him. "We will be with you every step, and not allow you to fall down I promise. With time we will teach you to count steps."

He had been cooped up since he came, they offered to take him from the room, but he hadn't. He hadn't seen the point, or so he said, since he couldn't see for a tour. They knew most of it had simply been fear. For now his lessons were about mobility, just helping him get used to maneuvering around, and feeling more freedom from it. As they walked with him, Lucius and Fleur shared a look, thinking the same thing.

Lucius stopped Domenic. "Ready to try some stairs?"

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