Draco sat at the Slytherin table during breakfast in a daze. Pansy kept poking him with her fork to get him to talk to her, but he didn't trust himself to speak at the moment. He could hardly even sleep the night before and for once he did not care. His beauty sleep meant nothing to him compared to what he experienced the night before.

It was like everything he knew to be true had been turned on his head. Sure, Harry had told him before that Salazar had been sort of living in the castle for a thousand years, but he wasn't sure he believed it at the time. Harry had confessed his condition to him only after he had pressured him into it, he wasn't going to tell him that he thought he was crazy then. For all he knew, Naga's could have the tendency to hallucinate or something of the kind.

Up until he actually saw the chamber himself, he refused to believe that one of his idols, the very person his family has based their beliefs on, was still alive, in a sense, and in the castle. But now that he saw him with his own eyes, he felt like there were endless possibilities for him. He didn't have the nerve to speak to him then, or ask any of the questions he wanted.

The way he acted in front of Salazar would have made his father ashamed. He would have disowned him right then and there for not even being able to speak properly in front of him. What would his father say though, if he told him about what he had discovered? Ever since he was little, he was always trying to win over his father's approval and although he did everything his father asked of him, he seemed to always fall short of his expectations.

He remembered the look on his father's face when he had arrived at the school to deal with the hippogriff last year. Draco knew his father did not approve of the grounds keeper becoming a professor, and at that time he was eager to give his father a chance to do something about it. If nothing else, he would have proven himself capable to his father in helping him achieve his goals.

Instead, what he saw shook him. His father had a malice to him that he had never seen before, or at least never understood. At the time, he wasn't just out to destroy the grounds keeper's job, he was out to destroy his life.

Draco had thought that he was making his father happy, and in a way, he supposed he was. But he could never forget the look in his eyes when he saw him lying there in the hospital wing. Bandaged up, his friends giving him sympathy, and not a single measure of pain written on his face. In fact, Draco could remember looking up at his father with pride.

He looked as though he wanted to tell his father "Look what I did! Aren't you proud of me? You can get back at the headmaster now." But, his father looked at him at what could only be described to him as disappointment and loathing. He didn't understand it. Why wasn't he happy with him?

The year before that, his father had almost achieved his goal and was able to get Hagrid sent to Askaban for a short while. Draco wasn't there when his father found out that he had to be released, but when he got home, he had noticed that the house elves were decorated with several colorful injuries that he had chosen to ignore at the time.

He had always wanted nothing more than to please his father, but now there was someone else he could try to impress. Someone who he had been told his whole life, enforced over and over again, is a person to be respected and that he should strive to be like him. There was no one that his father looked up to more, except perhaps the Dark Lord.

If he could just get another chance to talk to him, get to know him, then maybe he would be able to please his father finally. What better name than to bring honor to the Malfoy name than through Salazar Slytherin himself?

"Are you in there?" Pansy poked him with her fork again.

"I think he might be broken," Daphne stated before taking a bite of her cereal.

"Look he hasn't even noticed that he has egg all over his robes now," Pansy snickered.

"You did what to my robes?" Draco finally snapped. It was true. In her attempts to snap him out of his musings, she had gotten egg yolk all down the sleeve of his robe. "You are an absolute nightmare, Pansy Parkinson. You better sleep with one eye open."

Pansy rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her breakfast. "Just try something, I dare you."

"So, what's got you spacing out like a cat on catnip?" Daphne asked between bites.

The old Draco wouldn't have hesitated to brag about what took place that night, but he found himself unable to break Harry's trust in him. "I didn't sleep well last night. Crabbe kept snoring and it literally shook the whole dorm."

"Oh, it literally shook the dorm?" Pansy mocked.

"Hey, you take him in your dorm if you don't believe me. I'll be happy to give him to you for the fair price of one Galleon." Draco offered. Finally, he filled his plate with his breakfast; bacon and pancakes. He did not want to touch the eggs after they had made their home on his shoulder. A quick spell towards the mess and his robe looked good as new.

"Just a Galleon, that's a steal!" Daphne snickered. "You selling anyone else? Blaze perhaps?"

"Oh no, he's going to cost you," Draco played along. "But I can rent him out for ten Galleons. I think we may have trouble." He pointed to the front of the great hall and in the doorway stood Ron and Harry.

Harry was in a defensive stance as though ready for a fight, Ron stood tall and proud much unlike his usual hunched stance. They appeared to talk for a moment, before Ron left with a friendly wave. As, Harry made his way over to the table, Daphne scooted over so he could have room to sit down.

"What was that all about?" Draco questioned.

"I don't even know; he is starting to freak me out. But, he told me that Dumbledore wants to see me in his office later today," Harry gave a very pointed look at Draco.

"You want me to go with you," Draco offered.

"No, I'll be fine," Harry said without much confidence. "Besides, what is the worst he could do to me?"

"Oh shut it, don't act all brave now. There is nothing wrong with taking a little back up with you." Daphne scolded. With her breakfast finished, she stood up and swing her bag over her shoulder. "I'll see you losers later. I'm going to get to class." With that, she made her way out of the Great Hall.

"Something is going on with you two," Pansy stated suspiciously. "I don't know what it is, but I am going to find out. You can't keep secrets from me, Draco Malfoy." She soon made her own way out of the Great Hall and headed off to class, her threat still lingered in the air.

"You think that we should tell them," Harry asked Draco in a hushed voice.

Draco was torn. He trusted his friend with most things, and they had been a valuable asset on more than one occasion, but he liked being the only person that Harry relied on at the moment. "We should… but not yet," Draco whispered. "Maybe when we can find more information about how to help you."

"Alright," Harry agreed. "But, if they panic or try to tell someone, then we might have to Obliviate them. You think you can do that?" The spell wasn't an easy one, nor would it be easy to use it on a friend.

"Yeah, I think so," Draco said uncertainly. "But come on, we have class to get to."

Dumbledore paced his office, an old photo clutched in his hand. He felt the weight of his past decisions on his shoulders. The next few steps were going to be key in determining the future. If he made a wrong move now, he would lose everything that he worked so hard to gain. The shadows moved in the corner alerting Dumbledore to a presence.

"Patience, my old friend." He told the shadow. "It wouldn't do us any good if you lost control, now would it?"

Glowing red eyes opened in the darkness, full of anger and hate. The room reflected their emotions, and would have brought anyone else to their knees from the sheer force of their power. Everything began to shake and a trophy fell off a shelf and onto the floor, denting it on impact. The Hogwarts crest that hung on a wall behind his desk cracked along the lion of Gryffindor.

"I know, but you will just have to wait a little longer. They will meet their end soon," Dumbledore spoke calmly. The room stopped shaking and the shadow's eyes glared at him. "Return to your host, I can handle things here." Glowing red eyes disappeared and the headmaster was left alone in his office.

Just as Dumbledore finished cleaning up his office, a knock was heard at the door. "Come in," He called and in walked Harry nervously into the room. "Ah, it's good to see you my boy? Come sit down. How have you been?"

Harry did as he was told and sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk. "I've been good, sir."

Dumbledore took the seat behind his desk and gently pushed a bowl towards Harry. "Lemon drop," He offered kindly. "I've noticed that you have made some new friends, Harry. I am happy for you. But, is there no chance for you to rekindle your old friendship with Mr. Weasley? Their family has done so much for you in your short time in the wizarding world. It would be nice to see you two back together again."

Harry shook his head and shifted in his seat. "I don't know, sir. He has been acting strange lately. I don't know what he wants from me," Harry told him truthfully. "Why do you ask?"

Dumbledore sighed and leaned back in his chair. A grave looked passed over his old twinkling eyes. "I am sorry to tell you, but there are going to be things in your future that you will have to face, and I do not want you to face them alone. You will need friends you can trust by your side when the time comes."

Harry tilted his head confused. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm sure you have suspected by now that Voldemort has had something to do with you being in this tournament?" Dumbledore started. Harry nodded uncertainly and the headmaster continued. "I have suspected as well, but that is not what concerns me at the moment. You have been going through some changes lately, haven't you?"

"Uh, well…" Harry stammered nervously. He did not know what to say.

"It is alright my boy, I already knew. I just wish that I had been there to tell you sooner, at least I had hoped that it wasn't true." Dumbledore pulled out the picture that he had been carrying earlier and handed it to Harry. A woman with long black hair, green eyes, and a sinister aura around her looked back up at him. "Do you know who this woman is?"

"No," Harry answered. She did not look familiar to him at all, except her eyes. They reminded him of someone he had seen before but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"It is your mother. But like this, she was known as Abigail." Dumbledore explained. "Quite the difference, isn't it?"

Harry took a closer look at the woman and the image of his mother in his head. The only resemblance between the two was the color of her eyes. "But, why are you showing me this?"

Dumbledore stood up and walked to an open window and closed it. "There was a time during the first war when we had nothing. I was a part of a secret group that fought against the Dark Lord and his armies. We called ourselves the Order of the Phoenix and at the time we didn't know who to trust, and everyone was dying on all sides. We were desperate to gain an advantage, and we were willing to do anything to do it. No, one was more willing to take that risk than your mother."

"She had devised a rather daring plan. At first, she had told me of her desire to save her old school friend who had fallen in with the Death Eaters, but offered to do more if it meant saving more lives. James had become even more reckless than he had in his youth, and often returned form a mission in a worse condition than when he left. Lily wanted nothing more than to see then end of the war, just so she could see the people she loved safe."

"She infiltrated the Dark Lord's rank in disguise, gaining their trust, finding out their secrets…" Dumbledore walked to the Hogwarts crest behind his desk and pulled out his wand. "She did this mission in secret. Unknown to anyone else except myself, and soon enough, she became close to the Dark Lord." A wave of his wand and the previously cracked image of a lion was repaired.

"If anyone had found out, they would either try to convince her that her mission was too dangerous, or think her to be betraying our secrets at every opportunity she got. It would have been counterproductive to her mission and our goals."

"She was close to… him, sir?" Harry asked surprised.

"Oh yes, she became closer to him far more than I could have ever dreamed of. He shared secrets with her that I don't think he would have told anyone else. For a while, her information was saving lives, and he was none the wiser. But one day, she came to me terrified. You see, it was the very same day she found out that she was pregnant with you." Dumbledore once again took a seat behind his desk.

"I told her that she should be rejoicing at the news. We could have always staged a little accident for her counterpart so she could be free to be able to have you. It was then that she told me how far she had truly gone to get her information for the order. I had thought it impossible, but not only had she found her way past even the closest of the inner circle, but she had found her way into his bed."

At his words, Harry's eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way that his mother would have ever slept with the Dark Lord, the very person who had tried to commit genocide of the muggles. "You're joking. This is a sick joke professor."

"If only I was, my jokes tend to be more on the lighter side of humor. I tell a great joke about a butterfly and a giant if you are interested later, but this is no joke. Your mother had told me that she did not know who your father was and was afraid that either one of them would find out. In the end, she never wanted to know the truth. I do not know why…" Dumbledore sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"But, it is obvious now who is. The line of Salazar was known for carrying the Naga trait, and the Potter family never once mixed with a Slytherin. I am sorry to say my boy, but Voldemort is in fact your father."

Harry did not move. He was still waiting for someone to pop out of the corner saying "Surprise! It's all a big joke!" but no one popped out from behind a curtain or from under a table. There was no one else except Dumbledore and him in the large office. What was he supposed to do?

"I understand if you need some time to adjust Harry, but right now we have more pressing matters at hand," Dumbledore said grimly. "I have suspicions that Voldemort will try to use the tournament in his resurrection. If anything should happen, you must not let him know about your lineage. If he were to discover who you really are, he will use that against you. He will try to tempt you to fight against everything you know to be true until you don't know who you are anymore," Dumbledore warned Harry.

The room suddenly felt like it was suffocating him, and Harry did not want to be there anymore. "Sir, how do you know he is going to come back?" Harry asked.

With a twinkle in his eye, Dumbledore smiled sadly, "I have eyes and ears everywhere, Harry. You just need to trust me on this. Don't worry, as long as you remain here at Hogwarts you will be perfectly safe."

A while before Harry had arrived at the Headmaster's office, Draco had hidden himself outside to wait for him. Although his friend had said he could have done this on his own, Draco wasn't about to leave him without back up no matter how stubborn he was. Harry was supposed to arrive any moment now, and he would be sure to not give him any choice about letting him come along when he did.

Something made Draco jump out of his hiding spot however. An unnatural shadow crept its way down the stairs that lead towards the Headmaster's office. It stuck to the walls as if there should have been a body standing next to it. It started walking along the hallway wall before quickly rising higher and seemed to fly down the hall and startling speeds.

Didn't Salazar say that there was a dark shadow in Hogwarts? "Who knew he was being so literal," Draco muttered to himself. With sudden Gryffindor courage, he raced after it as fast as his legs could carry him. It was hard to keep up with its speed but it was hard to miss the shutters coming from the paintings it passed.

He climbed up the Grand Staircase and soon he was at Gryffindor tower. His had reached out for the railing so he could catch his breath from running all the way up the stairs. The shadow had disappeared behind the portrait of the Fat Lady. There was no way any of the Gryffindors would let him inside no matter what he did. He couldn't exactly lie his way in and there was no way they would believe the truth.

To his surprise, the portrait opened and out walked a familiar head of red hair.

"Malfoy," Ron said coldly. "What are you doing here?"

"None of your business, weasel. I was just leaving," Draco did not want to bother with an explanation or a confrontation, so he tried to turn around and walk the other way.

"It is my business actually. This is my tower, and a traitorous Slytherin has no business being around here," Ron glared venomously.

"Your tower? Have you gotten even more pig headed?" Draco laughed. "Looks like the Weasel has got some balls after all. When did those come in, yesterday? Your mommy finally proud that you hit puberty?" Draco couldn't resist tormenting him, old habits die hard after all.

Instead of saying anything, Ron only smiled cruelly and quicker than Draco could have anticipated, shot a spell at him that should have been impossible for the young teenager to cast. Draco was flung backwards but he paid no notice. It was like every cell in his body was on fire and they were trying to rip their way out of him in an attempt to escape.

The curse was lifted and Draco found that the wind had been knocked out of him and he was a flight of stairs lower than what he had been. Ron had cast the cruciatus curse at him and it was definitely not unpracticed. "This is my tower. You are not welcome here." Ron hissed with his wand at his throat. "You will stay away from here do you understand?"

With no air left in his lungs, Draco could only nod before passing out.





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