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It had been as simple as that. Quite simple. All he had to do was send a letter to the Malfoys and tell them what he had found. Harry stared at the piece of paper in his hand, reading it for the seventh time already. It was a letter from his mother. It had been delayed to arrive on his sixteenth birthday. When it had arrived, it had not been alone. It had also brought his inheritance.
All he could remember was a sudden wave of pain all through his body, then nothing. When he woke up, though this letter was on the desk.
When he opened it was he in for the shock of his life.
If you're reading this letter, it must be your sixteenth birthday and that James and I are gone. I'm sorry that we couldn't be there and tell you this information our selves. In fact, James is standing beside me, looking over my shoulder with gigantic grin on his face as I write this.
Before I get to the big news, I suspect you came into your inheritance today. I will let you in on something. You are a High Elf. Your father was one, your mother was a dark elf there's a possibility you're that or you could be both. I'm kidding. You're obviously both, just one will be more dominate than the other. I'm going to tell you something that has been kept from you for the last few years. You aren't a Potter, Harry. In fact, your name isn't even Harry. Your parents are actually Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I hear you have a twin as well, Draco I believe his name was. Before you go all-insane and possibly go to Dumbledore with this information, don't. He is not to be trusted at all. The fact is, James and I had been thinking about joining the Dark Lord. He ideals aren't as insane as they say they are. It seems Dumbledore has warped them to such extent, nobody can see his manipulation.
We didn't steal you by the way. It had happen one day, he just showed up with you in his arms. He passed you to us and said we have to go into hiding. Startled, we did so not knowing who you were. We had been told that you had come from a light family that had been killed. We had known better then to trust him, and so we did a blood test on you and found out who your parents were. If we are dead, it was not Lord Voldemort who killed us. No, it was the Light Lord Dumbledore who took our lives.
Your actual name is Laron Narcissa Malfoy.
Sighing he put the letter down. He lay down on his broken bed and stared at the ceiling. He actually had a family. Dumbledore had lied to him. There was also the possibility of Ron and Hermione not actually being his friends.
He stood up and walked to the giant mirror that sat on his wall. His eyes were still green he realized though maybe a little lighter then they were before. They also had to different colour around his eyes; a crimson red and silver. His hair was longer. At least waist length now. When he ran his hand through his hair, he discovered it felt softer and silkier than before and it also had a long streak of red and silver. His skin seemed to have become a little tanner than it had been previously. What also seemed interesting was the marking going down the side of his face. It was swirls and it seemed to move. It meant something, he was sure of it, but he didn't quite know what.
His alarm went off startling him from his thoughts. He groaned, changed out of the tattered pyjamas, put some clothes on and went down the stairs to face another day.
laron means thief