Disclaimer: Don’t own harry potter world. It’s JKR’s. But I totally created any non-recognizable characters.
Summary: Thought to be dead by all, Harry Potter has been raised in the care of deatheaters and is known as William Malfoy. He is the twin of Draco. What will happen when they attend Hogwarts for their Seventh year with the Professors Potter teaching transfiguration and Defense against the Dark Arts? Will the cat be let out of the bag? Will Harry bring the downfall of the light side? And will romance blossom in unexpected places?

On a Sunday in March the families of Godric’s Hollow awoke to the smell of burnt flesh. 32 little carcasses had been lit on fire, and burned beyond recognition. The parents were devastated. This included James and Lilly Potter.
It was an ordinary morning. Lilly went to wake baby Harry while James took a shower. As she walked down the hall to the nursery she stepped on Harry’s toy snitch. In her opinion, James and Sirius really shouldn’t try to force Harry into becoming a quidditch fan. The nursery was quiet, but he could have been still asleep. Odd though, considering he often was awoke and was cooing like a cute little babe before they had even had their morning coffee. She bent over the crib, a gift from James’ aunt, Alicia, to pick him up, only to find that he wasn’t there. Horror gripped her heart. She had to find her little boy. She ran through the house, looking for any sign of him. James, freshly showered came down to see what the commotion is about.
Near tears, Lilly explained “Our baby, our baby. James, he’s gone. Not anywhere in the house. He couldn’t have walked himself out our front door. Oh, do you think that perhaps, they took him?”
‘Lilly, Lilly calm down. We’ll find him.” James opened their door to continue the search outside.
“Ugh. Can you smell this? My god, there’s smoke too. Come on.”
Lilly quickly followed her husband out the door, and down the lane. Her bare feet squished in the mud. As they got closer they saw, hovering in the rising black smoke, was the dark mark. Many couples were standing around the pit where the fire was dieing down. They appeared to be very distraught. James ran over the rest of the way. But when he saw what the fuel for the fire was he nearly threw up. Holding one hand on his stomach as if to steady it, and the other over his mouth he looked again at the tiny charred bodies strewn in the pit. He wondered which his child was. Which, unrecognizable baby was his little Harry, future seeker for the Gryffindor team, or so he had hoped. Lilly was soon beside him, burying her head in his chest.

Far away, earlier that morning.

“M’ Lord,” Dolohov said handing him a small child wrapped in a blue blanket that had pictures of rubber ducks on it. “Harry Potter was easy to retrieve. I had no trouble bringing him to you, but why, may I ask, did you require this infant?”
“Dolohov, you are in no position to ask me silly questions to which you do not need to know the answer. Lucius, step forward.”
“Yes, my lord?”
“Teach Mr. Dolohov a much needed lesson.”
Lucius sneered, smiled, and smirked all in one twisted and evil facial expression. He pointed his wand at the scared deatheater and hissed the incantation that would have him writhing in pain. “Crucio.”
Dolohov squealed like a trapped pig as his body contorted. A baby began to cry. Voldemort looked down on the raven haired child he would raise as his heir. “You, Harry, shall forevermore be known as William Kieran Malfoy.”

Ten years later.

A house elf popped into Will’s room. “Young master, dinner is in ten minutes.” The house elf bowed deeply to a young blonde. He had been glamoured with a charm to appear as Draco’s twin. The only way to tell the two apart was that Draco had stony gray-blue eyes, and Will had icy grey-green eyes. Also, there features differed very slightly, though only their mother saw the difference.
“Yes, thank you, dobby.” For a boy of eleven Will was incredibly polite and quite smart. He yelled into Draco’s room that adjoined his own. “Draco, have you seen my book?” Will loved books. It was his favorite pastime; all that knowledge in the palm of your hands and it’s yours for the taking. “Yes. I borrowed it to read up on a few things.” Draco appeared in the door way, a battered, black book in his hands. On the spine, in curly writing was the title, the dark arts and me. Though young, the boys were incredibly mature, bright, and able to do powerful magic for their age. “Thanks.” Will put the book on his mahogany desk as the two walked out the door.
As Draco looked at his watch he realized they had to hurry. “Quick, we only have a few minutes. If we are late to dinner father will be mad.” The twin Malfoy heirs sprinted through the cold corridors of the manor. The walls were made of smooth stone. The floors were marble, with rich, colorful rugs upon it. The halls were lined with suits of armor, pedestals on which expensive vases sat, and portraits of important purebloods. In appearance they were not pretty, but it had been made up for by the cozy, warm, comfortable rooms that could be found throughout the manor. This was thanks to Narcissa’s keen eye for decorating.
The boys halted at an enormous set of doors. They smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles on their robes and entered the dining room. At the end of a rectangular dining table sat two people. One was wearing a smile, the other, a passive expression. Around the massive table were about 30 chairs. The boys walked along it to take their seats opposite their parents.
The walls of the room were shining silver, like the stars on a clear night. The white marble on the floor had green ripples in it. And the three crystal chandeliers that hung above reflected the light beautifully. The fireplace at one end of the room was made of the same marble as the floors. Atop the silver mantle was a portrait of several people.
They stood side by side. The first was a man with pale skin, snakelike features, dark hair, and ruby eyes. To the boys, this man was their uncle Marvolo R. Gaunt. He had his arm wrapped around the waist of a stunning woman with hair the color of copper. This was their aunt Kendra, sister of Lucius. To the rest of the world, they were the dark lord and lady. Standing in front of them were Draco and Will’s cousins, both with copper hair. They were the twins, Courtney, and Anna. They were the same age as the young Malfoy twins.
Because uncle Marvolo had no boy of his own, Will was to be his heir and inherit the Gaunt fortune. It is quite a hefty sum. He would also inherit his uncle’s estate which was nestled into the mountains along the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. Far away from where their mansion was, on the outskirts of a magical community, Ottery St. Catchpole. There were many muggles down in the village, much to Lucius’ disgust, but the hills belonged to the wizards.
Next to Anna and Courtney were Will and Draco. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy stood above them. To the right of Narcissa were her sister Bella, and her husband, Rolf for short. Their only child, Dreya, with her dark hair rippling about her shoulders, was standing next to her father looking quite sour. She was a fun person though. Draco loved playing quidditch with her, and Will liked her help with potions.
After the Malfoy family ate their salads in silence, the roast duck and steamed vegetables was brought out. Giving her boys a warm, motherly smile, Narcissa started the conversation.
“William, and Draco, we need to discuss what school you will attend in the fall. Your father thinks that Durmstrang would give you both a better education, especially in several crucial areas…” They knew this meant the dark arts. “But I would rather you attend Hogwarts, right here in England. Your father and I went there, and we both got excellent educations. What are your opinions?” After years of only the best tutoring, she could trust them to come to well thought out decisions. Will spoke first, “Durmstrang can offer us a better education all around. We should go there.”
“I disagree. Hogwarts would be closer, less traveling and would give us just as good schooling.”
Lucius would hear nothing of a tie. There always must be a winner. “I shall consult uncle Marvolo.”
That was the end of talk for the rest of dinner. The desert was brought out shortly. It was a dish of vanilla ice cream with a slice of warm apple pie sprinkled with cinnamon, Draco’s favorite. Will liked the chocolate cake drizzled in hot fudge best.
The boys were excused from the table, and dinner was finished.

Okay. If the conversations seemed stiff, they’re Malfoys. Expect it.

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Lucius knelt on the floor in front of a dark haired man with eyes that glinted red when they hit the light a certain way.
“Master, I trust you are well?”
“Do rise Lucius. If your sons were to walk in upon this scene they would have questions to which we cannot give the answers. They know you serve the dark lord but we cannot let them know my identity.”
“Of course, you are right, as you always are.” He stood before the powerful wizard who could kill him so easily, and spoke to him as if he were an old friend.
“Well, we are evenly split. Narcissa and Draco would rather the boys attend Hogwarts. William and I think Durmstrang is a much better option. Which shall they go to?”
“Send them to Durmstrang, there they can learn fine dark magic, and not be exposed to dirty blood. Yes, send them there. But it is important for my long term goals that they transfer into Hogwarts for their seventh year. I will take my leave now. Remember to contact Bella and tell her what time the raid has been changed to. Our darkness is slowly creeping into the wizarding world, outside in. I will take over slowly, seeping into every corner, like a poison. We will be thorough. Leaving no hovel unturned. The last places we will take shall be the ministry and Hogwarts. And your boys will help me when the time comes.”
Lucius only had time to nod as Voldemort swept to the fireplace and exited using the floo.

August thirtieth

“Come along. We will buy your supplies at Diagon Alley today.” Narcissa walked briskly toward the ornate fireplace in one of the manor’s sitting rooms with a satin pouch of floo powder in her hand. She wore periwinkle robes and suede heels of the same color. Will and Draco thought their mother was pretty, with her heart shaped face, baby blue eyes, and sharp, pristine features. They followed her into the large fire place and shut their eyes. The spinning around and round in the floo network bugged out their eyes.
When they stepped out of the Gringotts fireplace, Narcissa, always cleanly, scourgified their robes of any soot. The twins, shoulders squared, followed their mother up to a counter. While she conversed with the goblin, Draco looked around. He hated being out in public. Although he loved all the places they could go, the people they could see, and the things they could buy, he hated being on his best behavior. His best behavior required him to stay quiet; children should be seen and not heard. When he did talk, he had to be incredibly polite to adults, unless they were below his status. It was tiring, being so good.
He could not wait to be old enough to venture out into the alley unaccompanied. Well, of course, he’d have Will with him, he always did. He loved his brother dearly, even though love is a weakness. Will has been his playmate since birth, his confidant, always there for him. Draco didn’t know what he would do without his brother. Especially since Will was brighter than he was, always first to solve a riddle.
The three Malfoys were lead to a cart. They all got in and situated themselves. The ride was a bit bumpy but Draco and Will thought it was great fun. Had they ever been on a muggle roller coaster they would have loved it.
Down, deep in the heart of Gringotts were their twenty seven high security vaults. The Malfoy fortune was massive, everyone knows that they are a rich family, but not to what extent. The goblin, called Hudgens, opened up the smallest. Piles of coins towered to the ceiling, and littered the floor. There were shelves and shelves of precious family heirlooms. Casually, Narcissa put a few small piles of coins into a soft, black velvet bag. Then she picked up two handfuls of galleons. One handful for each of the boys as allowance, to spend as they see fit.
After a long trip up to the main bank, they left through the heavy bronze front doors. It was a bright sunny day with a light breeze. They bee lined, well, Malfoys don’t bee line, it’s not proper. They made their way toward Madame Malkin’s shop in a straight direction.
Inside were four gangly boys with red hair waiting to be fitted for their robe sizes. They were obviously Weasleys. A rather frumpy witch with flaming orange hair was already looking through the secondhand girls section, pulling along her daughter. Will studied the little girl. She seemed about their age. Her hair, unlike the other blood traitors was a deep scarlet. The freckles that covered the others in her family were only a light dusting on her nose and cheeks. The girl was not beautiful, but she seemed to glow with happiness. At the same time she seemed to be less than content with her surroundings. It struck him as odd. He and Draco stepped up onto stools to be prodded with pins, and measured. The next stop would be Ollivander’s for wands. Then they would go to flourish and blott’s book store. After that, they did not know. But it was shaping up to be a very long day of shopping.


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The next day they packed all their supplies into their trunks. Their trunks are nearly identical, of fine wood, lined with green velvet, and both have a lock made of iron. The difference was the initials on them. Into them went everything bought the day before, and the robes that had arrived by owl early that morning. Some, obviously meant to wear outside were a rich, dark brown with leather linings and fur collars. The everyday uniform consisted of a crisp black shirt, black trousers, and a dark brown robe. On the bottom of the robe was a band of color, blue. Each year had a color they were identified by. First years, were blue.
“You done packing yet?” Draco called from his adjoining room.
“Yeah. I’m just throwing in a few of my own books. “Will turned to see Draco enter his room.
“Geez, bookworm. Hurry up, Let’s go flying.”
“Alright, alright. Hold your horses.” Will threw in a few more books and shut his trunk. “There. Done. “
“Good now let’s go. Mom bought us two new brooms for our collection. We’ve gotta try em out.”
The twins hurried excitedly down to the manor’s full sized quidditch pitch. It had everything, stands, locker rooms, and lots of brooms. The locker rooms were small, underground stone buildings nestled into the stands at either end. The stands were also made of stone. They had stood there, immaculate, for many generations of Malfoys. They housed the broom collection in the locker room for the home team.
In the massive room there were a couple or few of every broom ever made. The extremely old, rare models were housed in glass cases. The ones too valuable to ride hung in brackets on the walls. The rest were standing upright in stands. The stands housed sixty brooms. They had nine stands which were organized by date the broom was developed. Will and Draco joked that it was the broom library.
The four new brooms were packaged and laying by the nearest stand. The boys quickly unwrapped the brooms. The handle of the new nimbus 2000 gleamed in the light from the magical, floating orbs that gave it off. The next broom was a clean sweep, model 14.
Wind rushed around them as they soared through the air, feeling every bit as invincible as the wind itself. The twins did tricks, raced and then took turns trying to get a quaffle past the other. When they returned to the house, muddier than when they had left they realized they were late for dinner.
“Oh, no! We’re late. Crud, what are we going to do?” Draco questioned.
“We’re only a few minutes late. Let’s hurry, clean up a bit and get down to dinner as fast as possible. Dobby!” Will called for the house elf. With a pop, the elf appeared and sank into a deep bow.
“What do my young masters require?” The green eyed elf peered at the boys, eager to serve.
“Draco and I need to be clean and in a fit state for dinner. Can you magic us clean?” Dobby nodded, he raised his hands toward them and with a few muttered words, they were clean. Draco looked down at their tee-shirts and jeans.
“Dobby, can you get us some clothes from our rooms. We don’t have time to go up there.” Dobby disaparated out. He came back twenty seconds later with, pants, shirts, robes, and shoes. The boys ducked into a coat closet to change. They handed Dobby their other clothes to put in the wash.
Cautiously, they entered the elegant dining room. Their father was red in the face, and tapping his foot on the floor. Lucius was furious.
“How many times must I explain to you the importance of punctuality?” The boys started to mutter out lies of why they had been late. “I want no excuses. You will have no dinner tonight. Come with me to my office for further… discussion of this. Narcissa, eat without me. I have troublesome children to attend to.”
The boys’ throats clenched. They would receive some sort of awful punishment. They had broken one of Lucius’ favorite rules, never be late. Their father was often cruel when it came to dishing out punishments. The time they had disrespected him they had been locked in their separate rooms for weeks. The house elves were instructed to bring them meals of bread, water, and occasionally fruit and cheese.
They arrived at Lucius’ office. The windows were covered with black drapes, no sunlight came in. The candles on his desk and in the chandelier were charmed to burn with an unnaturally red flame. It created an eerie atmosphere. Lucius stood in front of his desk, facing his sons.
“You have gravely disappointed me. A lesson needs to be taught. You are never to be late, not for anything and especially not to meals with your mother and I. Next time you are thinking of being tardy I want you to remember this, and why not to be. Hold out your hands, palms up.”
Lucius took out his cane. He brought it down hard across Draco’s hand, causing him to cry out.
“Another lesson, do not show pain.” He struck the boys’ palms with his heavy cane, over and over until they were red and swollen. “Get to bed.”
They boys scrambled out of the room as fast as possible and walked at a swift pace until they were far away from their father.
“Ouch. I think my hands might bruise.”
“I know. Mine too.” Harry sighed. “But, there’s nothing we can do about it, or about him.”
“Well, maybe not about him, but you and I are wicked at potions.”
“True, that is very true. Let’s head down to the potions lab then, and concoct a healing potion.” The boys took a left at the end of the corridor and headed down to the dungeons where their state of the art potions lab was located.
Draco set up the cauldron while Will gathered the ingredients.

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The morning of September 1st was cool, and breezy. The Malfoy family side along apparated from their manor to King’s Cross station in London. The twins carried their familiars with them while their trunks, magically shrunk, were inside their pockets.
Each boy had an owl. Draco’s owl, Pandora, who was an elegant brown color, was perched in her golden cage. Will’s owl, Pandora’s brother, was named Epimetheus after the Greek myth. They walked right past platform 9 and ¾ where the Hogwarts students were meeting their train. They headed for platform 13 and ½. Apparently, the Durmstrang founder had purposely chose an unlucky number to ward off those who tried to find the secret location of the school. Even now, the boys still didn’t know exactly where they were going. After passing through the brick barrier they arrived on the platform. To their surprise, where the train should be, there was a boat, floating, seemingly on air.
“Your mother and I trust you can find your way from here. I expect nothing but the best grades from you two. Goodbye.” Their father strode off, through the platform and out into filthy, muggle territory.
“I am so proud of you both. Have fun this year, learn many things, and if you can, please visit for Christmas.” Narcissa smiled warmly. “I must be going but before I do, I’ve gotten you both a present. She took out a box, and lifted the lid. Inside were two necklaces. Each had a pendant hung on a long silver chain. One depicted a dragon, with emeralds for eyes, while the other showed a serpent with blue sapphires in place of its eyes. She gave the dragon necklace to Draco and the serpent one to Will.
“These are magical. As long as you are both wearing them you will be able to communicate telepathically. Goodbye, my dears.”
“Goodbye mother. Thank you.” Will said.
“Yes, thank you. Have a wonderful day.” Draco nodded curtly to his mother. Narcissa drifted off the platform with grace. The boys turned back to the large black ship. It was very large, easily twice the size of a muggle airplane. They could faintly see people working atop the deck. Portholes were spaced evenly in three rows, suggesting that the ship had three levels. Everyone was boarding the ship so they followed suit. They could hear two older girls talking ahead of them.
“….Yes, I know. I heard that too. Oh, did they put a fresh coat of paint on the boat? Looks nicer, I’d prefer pink or red but...”
All the students seemed to know each other except the odd person here or there. Everyone had smiles on their faces, and was talking animatedly with their friends. The brothers briefly exchanged glances. For a dark arts school, all the students sure seemed pleasant.
When they reached the entrance a boy, seventh year, was directing everyone.
“Hello there. Both first years? Twins too.” Draco nodded. “I’m Martin Xavier, also head boy. Call me Marty. First years sit over there,” He gestured to his right where many cabins were located. “it keeps us from misplacing the first years. It happened once or twice over the years, big ship, now if you go over there I’m sure you’ll be able to find some classmates to sit with. It was a pleasure to meet you both.”
The boys headed off to the first year section both having similar thoughts. How can you misplace kids? And how was it a pleasure to meet them when they’d never even told them their names? How strange. The found a cabin with about 4 girls and two boys. There were two benches along the walls and a couple squishy chairs near the porthole. Expectedly, the girls were on one side of the room while the boys were swapping chocolate frog cards on the other.
Will spoke up, “Hey, can we sit here?
“Of course, I’m Melanie Turrowsly.” It was the girl sitting closest to the door. Even though she was sitting you could tell she was very tall for her age. She had black hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes.
“Who are you?” The girl next to Melanie said. She was very blonde, you could almost mistake her hair as white. Her skin was like porcelain, and her unnaturally big eyes were…violet? She seemed completely human and yet not. Realizing they were standing in the doorway, Will and Draco went and sat next to the other boys.
“I’m William Malfoy, Will for short.”
“I’m Draco Malfoy. We’re twins.”
“Obviously. I think we ought to go around and introduce ourselves. You already know my dear cousin, Melanie.” The not-so human girl said. The boys were shocked. How could they be related? They look nothing alike. “Anyway, I’m Jolynne Shevchanko.” The next blonde to introduce herself was much more human looking than the first.
“Hey. I’m Katrina Johnson. I go by Kat, and won’t answer to anything but.” Her blonde hair was darker, a dirty blonde and was streaked with purple. Her eyes were green, and her nail polish was black.
“I’m Anna Dolohov. I thought you two looked familiar. I’ve been to your family’s balls with my parents.” Anna had long light brown hair that reached her waist and blue eyes. Her skin was very pale and her posture was perfect. Not as perfect as the Malfoy heirs’ posture of course, but close. Draco and Will remembered her from the balls, she would stand in the corner with the other children and not speak, or she would be toted around by her parents. The only relevant thing they remembered about her was her dancing. She is a beautiful dancer. To show each other how adorable their children are, their parents pair them up and make them dance for a song or two. Will got the chance to dance with her once, and although silent, her dance moves were precise and always in exact time with the music.
Their musings were interrupted by an asian boy with straight black hair, hazel eyes, and big ears.
“Hi, I’m Ethan Chang.” (A.N. Cho’s lil bro!!!)
“I’m Blaise Zabini. I’ve been to your family’s events as well.” His mother, Elaine was very high in society and was currently on her third husband. She was a notorious flirt, and unladylike in their mother’s opinion, but is very wealthy and also very influential among the men.
For the entire ride, everyone talked like old friends. Soon the genders split into separate conversations. The girls talked about girly things while the boys talked quidditch. It wasn’t until after nightfall that the head boy, Marty came by and announced that they would be arriving in about a half an hour.

The boat came to a stop. The first years, in brown and blue robes filed out of their compartment and were soon instructed by Marty.
“As you can see, everyone else is getting off the boat. Because of your lack of seniority, you are the last ones to exit. Let me give you a brief explanation of how things work here at Durmstrang. Firstly, you are students of our school and must act properly, maturely, and responsibly. Any mishaps and you will be expelled.
You must also pass all your classes or you will be expelled. The classes are as follows: History of magic, transfiguration, the dark arts, white magic, combat class, charms, potions, mind breaking, and magical beasts class. We also offer divination. Most think of it as a joke, but when properly mastered, it is quite useful. If you take the dark arts class, which I strongly suggest, it is also mandatory to take white magic. This is so you are not consumed by the power you may try to wield. You must take all classes in your first year. Fourth year you may drop up to three but you probably will not want to.
Unlike other schools, we do not split our students up. This promotes unity and lessens fighting among opposing groups. All students share a dormitory and one large common room. Each year has two bathrooms, one for the boys, and another for the girls. We have four quidditch teams. For every team, one seventh year and one sixth year captain it.
Nobody must know where our school is. We enjoy the benefits of privacy. You will partake in a ceremony before sitting down for the beginning of year feast. It acts much like the fidelious charm. (A.n. I don’t think I spelt it right. Help?) You will be unable to tell the whereabouts of our school. Now please follow me. “
They walked down a ramp from the door to a dock. The boat was resting on a wide river of deep blue water. Up ahead were great iron gates that lead to a winding lane. It went up, and up, and up, finally disappearing behind some trees.
“It’s on a mountain top.” A girl, Marty’s age had appeared out of nowhere. “Sorry for startling you. I’m Maria Lorenzo, head girl.” Maria spoke with an accent, Spanish, they guessed. “Yo soy de México.” She giggled at their bewildered expressions, only Blaise didn’t seem confused.
“She said she’s from Mexico.”
“It’s a long way to travel just for school isn’t it?” Jolynne questioned.
“Yes, but my family moved here from there when I was ten. English is my third language, but I have picked it up very well.”
“What was your second?”
“French. And my fourth was Danish. I have distant relatives who live there.” This girl got more fascinating by the moment. After what seemed like years they finally reached the mountain’s peak only to find a stone building in its place. Marty started rambling excitedly.
“Isn’t it great?” From the outside all they could see was a weathered stone rectangle with a door and a few windows. This was the prestigious school that was so highly recommended? “…And in the 1800’s they finally fixed it. But the door isn’t even the best part. Inside the school is really more of a labyrinth. Teachers will stick by you until you learn your way around. Also, the mountain’s peak is in a courtyard in the center. The whole thing was built around it. But don’t let me get started on the silver faucets in the bathrooms…”

As they made their way into the Dining hall they could see one head table adorned with teachers and several smaller square tables. Each seemed to seat about twelve.
“Welcome first years I am Professor Karkaroff. I am your headmaster. Step forward and we will begin the ceremony.”
Kat was beckoned to a large oval dais, in front of the head table. Standing on it was a round man with a brown, bristly, beard. He took Kat’s wrist in his calloused hand and began muttering in another language. He took out a long ebony wand.
“Katrina Johnson, will you abide by Durmstrang school rules and promise not to disclose information on the location of Durmstrang?”
“Yep.” The man looked a little miffed at her casual language in an important ritual but continued on. He muttered more words and sent a jet of yellow light upon her wrist. There, the Durmstrang seal appeared in a vibrant turquoise. It shined for a moment before fading and then disappearing completely.
“You may be seated.” Kat strutted off to an empty table near the doors, later to be joined by the other first years.
Delicious things were served, everything from lamb chops to potato salads to ice creams. After everyone’s bellies were full they were lead by the ever helpful Marty up to their rooms. Almost everyone slept deeply that night. Almost everyone, except one little blonde boy.

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Draco woke up in a rather grouchy mood. He’d had startling dreams all night that kept waking him up. He vaguely remembered yellow animals, green hats, and mirrors. Whatever that was about, he swept it from his mind and began to get ready. He met up with his twin in the bathroom. Will was combing his hair. He noticed a thin silver chain hanging on his neck. He recalled the necklaces from their mother. He felt around in his robe pockets. He clutched in his hand and thought hard.
“Hey!”
“What did I do?”
“You just told me I smell like a hamster and no amount of primping would help. You told me in my head!”
Draco lifted out his dragon necklace and grinned. “Had to try em out didn’t I?....You think we could use these to cheat in class?”
“We have all our classes together.“
Draco rolled his eyes exasperatedly. “I know that. Duh. But this way we won’t get caught.’
“I guess. But it’s so much more fun when there’s a chance you can get caught.”
The boys laughed. “But do I really smell like a hamster?”

“Welcome to the dark arts class. My name is Professor Yelverton. (A.N. I had a teacher with this name. It was funny because she yelled a lot.) You will refer to me as such and there will be absolute silence while I speak.” Professor Yelverton was old and wrinkly with a mole on her nose. She looked every part the evil witch of muggle fairy tales. She wore a simple but serious long black robe with sensible shoes. Her gray hair was cut short in harsh jagged lines. In contrast to all this, she wore a mauve lipstick and obviously took care of her straight white teeth. Perhaps it was a strategy to make students watch her mouth and listen, because they certainly didn’t want to look anywhere else.
“Today we will be reading in the book and taking notes. I expect you to pay attention. Any screw ups on parts that we cover today, tomorrow will result in detention. Are we clear?”
“Yes Professor Yelverton.” Her class answered unanimously. The crinkly witch smiled her signature 10,000 watt smile. “Then let’s begin.”
Later, the twins, Kat, Jolynne and Blaise were walking back from dinner when something unusual occurred. Jolynne began to float, up, up, up, and up, 20 feet in the air. And even more startling, she didn’t seem surprised in the slightest. “Oh, my. I float sometimes. Runs in the family. I suppose you want an explanation now?” Nods were given all around. “My mum was a fairy. Surprise. I don’t have wings but sometimes I float. I have to go speak with my cousin for a moment. Goodbye.” If there was anything to be said about the not so human girl was that she was both brief and quite blunt.






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A boy and a girl walked hand in hand down a long stone corridor. Their robes were brown trimmed in green. His blonde hair was unruly and fell into his grey eyes. Her riveting green eyes stared into his as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. With that they parted and Draco Malfoy saw his last glimpse of his long time girlfriend Kat. Late tonight he and his brother would travel by floo powder to their mansion on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole. His father had some very important news for them. He and Will had decided that he must want them to become deatheaters. It seemed logical. Everyone knew what his father was, and expected them to follow in his footsteps.
Power was a weakness they had shared since they were young. The ability to make people afraid of them, to do what they said, to respect them was a want they gained from Lucius. Being a deatheater could get them that. Sure, they had to serve the dark lord but who wouldn’t for such a chance. No one messed with the deatheaters…except other deatheaters. Will and Draco were strong enough to handle anything thrown at them.
Weren’t they? Draco thought of all of this as he strode to his familiar dormitory and began to pack up his things.
“Hey.” Will entered breathless,” I had to run all the way here. Pandora and Eppy weren’t too happy as you can imagine.” In his hands, Will held two bird cages. Both owls looked disgruntled and offended by the manhandling.
“Say goodbye to Kat yet?”
“Yeah. Uh, so why’d you have to sprint?” Draco quickly changed the subject.
“Dad’s opening up the floo connection in…” Will checked his watch,” five minutes and closing it in seven.’
“Fudge! Why didn’t you say so?!”
The two heirs became frenzied packing last minute items before finally halting at the fireplace in the dorm, catching their breath. Suddenly the flames turned green and it was time to go. They took one last look around their home away from home and stepped into the fireplace.
“What! You can’t be serious! Mom, tell me their lying. It can’t be possible. I am not Harry bloody Potter!” Draco breathed in and out fast, enraged. “And you!” Draco/Harry pointed to Uncle Marvolo, “You’re the big bad dark lord! I don’t believe any of this. I’m not Draco? I’m Harry? And Will’s not Will? He’s Draco pretending to be Harry pretending to be Will? Your insane, the lot of you!”
Narcissa looked flustered at his outburst. “Dear, calm down. It’s not proper to yell in front of a lady.”
“Don’t tell me that junk. You’re not even my real mother! Why should I listen to anything you have to say?”
“Sit down boy!” Lucius snarled at him, his steel eyes flashing. “Shut up and we’ll help you understand this situation. If you don’t, we’ll help you understand one way or another. Lucius’ cane looked threatening in the eerie light of his office.