Chapter 5: The Hogwarts Express Confessions: Potter, Malfoy, and a Lost Legacy

The grandeur of Malfoy Manor echoed with the lingering traces of Sirius's visit. Narcissa and Lucius left alone in the parlor, exchanged a thoughtful glance, the air heavy with the weight of family secrets.

Her voice was soft; Narcissa broke the silence, "Lucius, what game is Sirius playing? Why this sudden interest in Cassiopeia and our family history?"

Lucius, his aristocratic facade concealing a storm of emotions, paced the room before responding, "Sirius always had a penchant for theatrics. But there's more to this than a casual stroll down the family tree. He mentioned a family secret, something hidden within the roots of our shared history."

Narcissa's eyes narrowed in curiosity. "A secret? What could it be?"

Lucius, his gaze intense, revealed, "He spoke of Corvus, our son, and something about a Fidelis Sanguis Charm in our wards. It seems there's more to Corvus than we know, and Sirius is determined to uncover it."

Narcissa's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "Corvus? What could Sirius possibly know about him? Is our family secret linked to our son?"

Closing his hands behind his back, Lucius admitted, "I don't know, Cissy. But the Fidelis Sanguis Charm alerts us to family members we weren't aware of. Corvus is our blood, and Sirius is on a quest to unravel why he was hidden from us and is now reappearing."

As the couple delved into the complexities of their family dynamics, the door creaked open, and Draco Malfoy, the embodiment of pureblood pride, sauntered in with an air of nonchalance. "Father, Mother, what about Sirius Black gracing our doorstep?"

Narcissa, a master of composure, met Draco's inquisitive gaze. "A family matter, Draco. Sirius claims there's a family secret, and he's set on uncovering it. Your father and I are as much in the dark as you."

Draco, with a sly grin, teased, "Family secrets? How intriguing. And here I thought we Malfoys had nothing left to discover. What does Potter's godfather think he can find?"

After suppressing a sigh, Lucius explained, "It involves Corvus, Draco. Sirius hinted at a connection between our son and the hidden family secret. I need you to be vigilant at Hogwarts. Keep an eye out for any unusual occurrences or anyone showing an interest in Corvus."

Draco's curiosity peaked, "Corvus? Why would anyone care about him? He's been hidden for years."

Her tone measured. Narcissa added, "That's what we need to find out. Sirius believes there's more to Corvus's reappearance, and we must be prepared for any revelations."

As Draco processed the information, a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes. "So, Potter's godfather is playing detective. This could be entertaining. Perhaps I'll have fun with the Gryffindors while at it."

After offering a subtle smile, Lucius approved, "Just be discreet, Draco. We don't want unnecessary attention. The secrets of our family must remain within our walls."

With a theatrical bow, Draco quipped, "Fear not, Father. The Malfoys are known for their discretion. I'll make the reappearance of Corvus Black a delightful spectacle."

As Draco exited the room, Narcissa turned to Lucius. "Do you believe Sirius will uncover the truth?"

Looking into the distance, Lucius replied, "Sirius is relentless, and the mystery surrounding Corvus runs deep. We must face whatever he uncovers as a family, united by blood and bound by secrets."

Once again shrouded in silence, the parlor held the weight of revelations yet to come. The Malfoys, entangled in a web of mysteries, faced the uncertain path ahead, their family secrets echoing through the grand halls of Malfoy Manor.

Harry stood before the full-length mirror in his room at Grimmauld Place, his gaze fixed on the reflection of Corvus Black staring back at him. It was a moment of introspection, a brief pause before he donned the familiar glamour to assume the persona of Harry Potter once more.

The refined features of Corvus, the heir to the Black family, bore witness to a lineage steeped in history, tradition, and, undoubtedly, a fair share of secrets. The aristocratic allure, the penetrating gaze, and the air of mystery around Corvus starkly contrasted the well-known image of the Boy Who Lived. Silver-blond hair cascaded over aristocratic features, and stormy eyes held electric blue sparks, embodying the essence of the enigmatic Corvus Black.

As Harry examined himself, a wave of nostalgia swept over him. The recent revelations about his true identity had ignited a curiosity about the world of wizardry that extended beyond the confines of Harry Potter. The prospect of attending Hogwarts as Corvus Black had briefly tempted him, offering a chance to explore the enigmatic legacy of the Blacks and the intricate tapestry of the wizarding world.

Closing his eyes, Harry took a deep breath. The decision to conceal his true heritage once more and return to being Harry Potter carried a weight that transcended the physical transformation. It was a return to the known, a path that intertwined the destinies of the Potters, the Malfoys, and the elusive Corvus Black.

Opening his eyes again, Harry met his gaze with a hint of regret. "One last look at Corvus Black," he whispered, acknowledging the fleeting desire to continue the journey under the cloak of mystery.

With a resigned sigh, Harry reached for the enchanted locket that held the glamour spell. As he secured it around his neck, the refined features of Corvus faded, replaced by the familiar countenance of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

The mirror reflected a different image now – a young man with the unmistakable lightning-shaped scar, messy black hair, and the aura of someone who had faced the shadows and emerged victorious. The transformation was complete, and Harry, now back in his original identity, faced the known challenges with a mixture of confidence and resolve.

He left his room and joined Sirius and Remus in the common area of Grimmauld Place. He found himself sitting with Sirius and Remus, the air filled with anticipation and uncertainty. They were surrounded by the ancestral portraits of the Black family, their eyes seemingly scrutinizing Harry's every move. Harry was awaiting orders to escort him to the train station, a journey orchestrated by Severus Snape, serving the Phoenix members but acting on Dumbledore's behalf.

Remus leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "Harry, it's crucial to maintain the etiquette training, but don't lose sight of your identity. The balance between Corvus Black and Harry Potter is delicate. Play up the Harry Potter persona when needed, but remember the weight of the Black legacy."

Sirius nodded in agreement. "You've got a natural charm, Harry. People are drawn to it. Use it to your advantage, even when you're playing Corvus. But always be mindful of the situation."

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... it feels weird, you know? Like I'm trying to be two different people at the same time. I want to embody Corvus for the mission, but I don't want to lose who I am."

Remus offered a reassuring smile. "It's a challenging task, but you'll find your way. Consider it an extension of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes – constant vigilance and adaptability."

Severus Snape entered the common area as they continued their discussion, his gaze fixated on Harry. "Potter, time is of the essence. We can't afford to dawdle."

Harry stood, exchanging glances with Sirius and Remus. Remus gently touched his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Remember, Harry, for now, you're just Harry. When the time comes to be Corvus, you won't have to play the part of Harry. It's a dance between identities, not a permanent shift. Don't lose yourself in the act."

Harry nodded, appreciating the reminder. "Yeah, you're right. I just need to focus on the task and be the person each situation demands."

Sirius grinned, ruffling Harry's hair. "That's the spirit, pup. We've got your back no matter what."

With those words echoing in his mind, Harry left the common area. However, despite the encouragement, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of being slightly off, like a puzzle piece not fitting into place. The refined mannerisms felt unnatural, yet he understood the necessity of this charade. He found himself overcompensating, trying too hard to be proper as if he were a bit too eager to embrace the formalities of Corvus Black while struggling to suppress the more casual and impulsive nature of Harry Potter.

As they gathered by the fireplace, Snape observed Harry with a scrutinizing gaze. "Potter, something seems... different about you today. Your magic feels altered, and your demeanor is... more proper than usual."

Harry, glancing at Sirius and Remus, managed a subtle smile. "Just thought I'd try a new approach, Professor. Sometimes it's good to channel a bit of sophistication, don't you think?"

Snape arched an eyebrow, his lips forming a slight smirk. "Ah, Potter, learning some decorum over the summer, I see. A bit of sophistication suits you, though it's a departure from your usual Gryffindor recklessness."

Harry chuckled, saying, "Well, Professor, variety is the spice of life, isn't it? Thought I'd add a touch of refinement to keep everyone on their toes."

Snape's smirk lingered momentarily before he responded, "Just ensure your newfound sophistication doesn't lead to unnecessary complications. We have a schedule to maintain."

As Harry stepped into the fireplace, Sirius clapped him on the back, and Remus gave him a supportive nod. "Remember, Harry, this is just a part of the journey. We'll see you at Hogwarts."

Harry uttered "Platform 9¾" clearly, and green flames engulfed him, whisking him away to the train station. Watching the flames recede, Snape muttered to himself, "This year is bound to be more complicated than usual."

Little did Snape know the intricacies that awaited Harry Potter and the elusive Corvus Black as they embarked on a school year filled with challenges, mysteries, and the delicate dance of identities.

Harry stepped off the Floo Network directly onto the magical platform that housed the entrance to Platform 9¾. The iconic scarlet Hogwarts Express stood ready to embark on its journey, billowing steam into the air.

Familiar faces dotted the platform – students hugging their families, owls hooting from cages, and the aroma of magical treats wafting from the trolley. The sight brought a sense of normalcy, a reassuring constant in the ever-changing wizarding world.

Harry spotted Ron and Hermione waiting by the compartment where they usually sat as he approached the train. They exchanged smiles and greetings, the trio ready to reunite for another year at Hogwarts.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, slapping him on the back. "Good to see you, mate. Are you ready for another year of magical mayhem?"

Harry chuckled, returning Ron's grin. "Always, Ron. I feel this year might be a bit more interesting than usual."

Holding a stack of books, Hermione rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Honestly, Harry, you say the same thing every year, and somehow, you're never wrong. I hope you've kept up with your summer reading."

Harry grinned teasingly. "Of course, Hermione. I've been diligently studying 'Advanced Potion-Making' in between dodging rogue Bludgers."

The platform buzzed with activity, yet amidst the camaraderie, Harry couldn't shake the underlying weight of the secrets he carried. The delicate dance of identities and the complexities of the mission lingered in the background.

As they approached the Hogwarts Express, Harry felt the watchful eyes of Draco Malfoy and his friends on the platform. Ever the voice of reason, Hermione turned to Harry with a thoughtful expression. "Harry, what if we start this year on a different note? Go over to Malfoy and offer an olive branch. The two big shots from Gryffindor and Slytherin getting along might set a positive tone."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Malfoy? Seriously, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded. "Why not? Imagine if there's less hostility between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It could help minimize the house rivalry."

Taking a deep breath, Harry considered Hermione's suggestion and decided to take the initiative. He approached Draco, a friendly smile on his face. "Malfoy! Long time no see. Ready for another year at Hogwarts?"

Draco, with a mixture of surprise and suspicion, looked at Harry. "Potter, what's the catch here? Planning to start a duel?"

Harry shook his head. "No catch, Malfoy. Hermione and I were thinking, maybe it's time to put aside the old rivalries, you know? Less tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin might not be a bad thing."

Draco arched an eyebrow. "House unity, Potter? That's a novel concept. What's in it for you?"

Harry grinned. "Just the idea of making Hogwarts a bit more harmonious. So, what do you say? Allies for the year?"

Draco, though skeptical, seemed intrigued by the unexpected proposition. After a moment of consideration, he smirked. "You and Granger suggesting we become the unlikely duo that unites the houses? It could be amusing. Allies it is, for now."

With that, Harry left Draco and rejoined Hermione. She raised an eyebrow. "Well, how did it go?"

Harry shrugged. "Surprisingly well. Maybe having the two big shots from Gryffindor and Slytherin getting along will help minimize the house rivalry. Let's see where this leads."

As they boarded the Hogwarts Express, the unexpected alliance with Draco Malfoy, suggested by Hermione, aimed to minimize the age-old house rivalry, setting the stage for a more harmonious atmosphere in the upcoming school year.

His mind still processing the unusual encounter with Harry, Draco decided to share his observations with his parents and Severus Snape before the Hogwarts Express departed. Spotting the familiar silver-blond hair of his parents on the platform, Draco quickly made his way to the Malfoy family.

"Father, Mother, Uncle Sev," Draco greeted, drawing their attention. "I had a rather interesting encounter with Potter on the platform. There's something off about him – a different aura, a more refined demeanor. It's like he's trying too hard to be proper."

Lucius arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "Potter? Refinement? That's an unusual combination. Explain."

Draco continued, "He and Granger approached me, suggesting some sort of alliance for the year. Potter claimed it's about minimizing house rivalry, but there's more to it. His magic felt different, more controlled. It's like he's hiding something."

Narcissa exchanged a glance with Lucius, concerned about etching her features. "Hiding something? This could complicate matters. We need to ensure our plans remain undisturbed."

Severus Snape, ever observant and Draco's godfather, added, "Potter's demeanor could result from recent revelations. The boy tends to attract trouble, and it seems he's entangled in something more than the usual Gryffindor mischief."

Upon concluding his report, Draco couldn't shake off the lingering unease in the room. The glances exchanged between his parents, and Snape conveyed a shared concern, acknowledging that Harry Potter's unexpected demeanor might complicate their strategies.

As Draco stood among them, Severus addressed him with a subtle directive, "Keep an eye on Potter, and not just him. Watch for any shifts in the demeanor or behavior of other students. We must be vigilant and prepared for any surprises this year might bring."

Now more aware of the potential challenges, the trio continued their hushed conversation on the platform. The animated backdrop of students bidding farewells and families preparing for the school year provided an ironic contrast to the underlying tension of secrets and uncertainties that colored their strategic discussions.

Amidst the animated platform scene, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Narcissa Malfoy were immersed in a discussion, seamlessly blending into the lively atmosphere of students bidding farewell and families preparing for the forthcoming school year.

Ever keen on observing and analyzing, Severus began, "Potter's demeanor has indeed changed. When I went to pick him up, he seemed more... proper. It's as if Lupin's strict teaching finally taught the boy manners. However, there's an underlying weight to his actions, a sense of responsibility that I haven't seen before."

Her eyes narrowing in thought, Narcissa added, "His aura has shifted, you say? This could be a result of the burdens he bears. The expectations of the wizarding world rest heavily on his shoulders."

Lucius, contemplating the situation, spoke up, "Severus, are you suggesting that Potter might be Corvus Black? His recognition as Malfoy and a Black might explain these changes, but we must tread carefully. We can't risk dragging him into the war if he's not truly Corvus. The boy has faced enough challenges."

Choosing his words carefully, Severus responded, "Potter is a contender for Corvus, given the recent developments. However, we should keep our options open. There might be others who fit the profile. We must not be too hasty in our conclusions."

Lucius, with a discerning gaze, acknowledged Severus' point. "Agreed. We need to be cautious. The true Corvus Black might still be hidden among others, and we can't afford to make assumptions. Severus, your role in monitoring Potter becomes even more crucial. If he truly is Corvus, we must guide him carefully, away from unnecessary conflicts."

Severus nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll continue to observe Potter closely and keep you informed of any developments. Our focus remains on finding Corvus Black while ensuring the safety of those involved."

The conversation seamlessly continued on the platform, the trio delving deeper into the intricacies of their mission and navigating the delicate dance of alliances and secrets that defined their roles in the wizarding world. The challenges of the upcoming school year, the mysteries surrounding Harry Potter, and the elusive Corvus Black awaited their careful navigation.

As the Hogwarts Express rolled steadily towards Hogwarts, Harry felt the need to escape the lively atmosphere of the compartment for a moment of solitude. Excusing himself, he walked through the narrow corridor, navigating the moving train with practiced ease.

The rhythmic clatter of wheels against tracks provided a soothing backdrop as Harry strolled through the train, eventually arriving at the bathroom compartment. He pushed open the door and entered, intending to gather his thoughts privately.

However, as he turned to leave the bathroom, he found himself face to face with Draco Malfoy. The surprise flickered across both their faces before settling into a somewhat uneasy acknowledgment.

"Potter," Draco greeted, a hint of formality in his voice.

"Malfoy," Harry responded, unsure what to expect from this unexpected encounter.

The silence lingered for a moment, each boy gauging the other's demeanor. Finally, Draco broke the tension, his voice adopting a tone that held a surprising mix of candor and familiarity.

"You've been acting a bit off today, Potter. More proper, refined. What's that about?" Draco inquired, genuine curiosity in his stormy gray eyes.

Harry, caught off guard by the directness of Draco's question, hesitated before responding, "It's... complicated. I've got a lot on my plate—high expectations and feeling like I'm losing a grip on who I am. It's like an identity crisis, you know?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, his expression softening as he processed Harry's words. "High expectations, huh? I can relate to that more than you think. The Malfoys aren't exactly a simple bunch either."

The realization that they shared common ground, both burdened by the weight of their family legacies, sparked an unexpected connection. It was a moment of vulnerability, a departure from the usual animosity that defined their interactions.

Harry, sensing an opportunity for genuine conversation, decided to reciprocate. "Yeah, it's not easy, is it? Trying to live up to expectations and still find your own path."

Draco nodded in agreement, a rare understanding passing between them. "You're not alone in this, Potter. Despite our differences, we've both got our fair share of challenges. If you ever need someone to talk to, here I am."

The sincerity in Draco's offer surprised Harry, but he appreciated the sentiment. It was a moment of unexpected connection, a bridge forming between two individuals who, under different circumstances, might have remained adversaries.

Continuing their journey, the two young wizards lingered in the corridor, delving into conversations that surpassed the limitations of house rivalries. In that ephemeral moment, on the echoing Hogwarts Express hurtling towards a new academic year, Harry and Draco forged a connection that transcended the societal roles imposed upon them.

Amidst the rhythmic rattling of the Hogwarts Express along the tracks, Draco found himself in the corridor, involuntarily stumbling with each sharp turn of the train. Seeking stability, he instinctively reached for the nearest support—Harry's shoulder. Another unexpected turn of the train led Draco to accidentally grasp the locket hanging around Harry's neck.

In that comically fateful moment, the magic within the locket responded to Draco's touch, revealing Corvus Black's hidden features. Draco stared wide-eyed into Corvus's eyes as the glamour wavered, unveiling the striking appearance of the elusive figure.

Corvus Black's silver-blond hair cascaded with aristocratic elegance, and his stormy gray eyes, accentuated by electric blue specks, held a magnetic intensity. The features spoke of a mysterious past, carrying an air of authority and wisdom that surpassed the typical Hogwarts student. Draco stood there stunned, his mind processing the unexpected revelation. "Merlin's beard," he muttered, "I've just found the lost Malfoy brother in a Hogwarts corridor."

As the train made another sharp turn, Draco, regaining his balance, inadvertently let go of Harry's necklace. The corridor returned to its mundane reality, and Corvus Black's features faded away, replaced by the familiar appearance of Harry Potter. Harry cursed under his breath and sprinted back to his compartment, leaving Draco alone with the lingering image of Corvus Black.

Draco chuckled mischievously, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him. "Well, well," he said with a smirk, "Potter's got more secrets than a locked room in the Department of Mysteries. Who knew the Boy Who Lived Moonlights as my mysterious missing brother? Quite the plot twist for our Hogwarts drama, don't you think?" With a sly grin, Draco strolled down the corridor, contemplating whether he should spill the beans to Uncle Severus. The suspense of untold revelations cast a mischievous shadow over the remaining journey to Hogwarts, leaving Draco to ponder the implications of the secret he now held.