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disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling sorry if I ruined it for you

Harry stared up at the woman before him. She didn't appear a day over 25. She couldn't be his mother. If for no other reason than they looked nothing alike.

"Do close your mouth my dear. It is most unbecoming to gape."

"It's impossible, you're insane, I'm leaving I want to go home."

"I'm afraid I can't allow that my son, you have much to learn."

Harry ignored her. He turned around and made a run for the door. He heard a faint sigh from over his shoulder. The woman calling herself Maeve snapped her fingers. Instantly tendrils of magic grabbed Harry. They were a deep black, so that they seemed to suck in the light around them. Harry Instantly found himself back in front of the deranged woman who was claiming to be his mother.

"This can be painful if you wish it so." Her smile as she said this should have belied her words. Somehow it didn't. It was the smile of a predator, the smile of the cat that got the canary.

"We have much to discuss you and I." Harry decided to let the crazy lady have her moment. He would make good his escape when he got back to his room.

"First let us be rid of that glamour." Harry didn't see anything happen but he felt a tingling on his skin. When it ended he felt different. He couldn't explain it if he was asked.

"Much better, now, as to how you are my child. It is the tradition of we Fae to swap our children. Our progeny are raised in the mundane world until they reach their sixteenth birthday."

Harry was not convinced. This woman was clearly an escaped mental patient. Totally nutters.

"How do I know you're not lying? You can't just expect me to believe you at the drop of a hat." The woman sighed.

"Perhaps this will convince you." A mirror of polished obsidian appeared in front of Harry. Staring back at him was what seemed a different person. His hair, once messy and untamed had smoothed out. It was still black, but if possible it seemed more so. The biggest change was his eyes. No longer were they the startling emerald green he remembered. Now they were midnight blue, edged in an icy white. There was somehow an altogether more feral look about him.

After allowing him a minute to look his mother banished the mirror.

"Now that enough time has been wasted with your antics let us move on. You are not my heir; you are in fact my youngest. However, you still have much to learn. You will be acting as a representative of my domain."

Harry was in shock. In the space of a conversation his whole world had changed. He wasn't who he thought he was.

"Pay attention boy, you begin your training tomorrow morning. You may have the evening to prepare. Dinner will be brought to you in your room. You will find that you are starting to change on more than just an aesthetic level. This is part of your coming of age."

Rightly taking this as a dismissal, Morrigan returned to the front of the room. She motioned for Harry to follow.

To be continued…