Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

"When you and Draco were only a few weeks old," Mrs. Malfoy whispered, "Sirius came to visit me. It was a tradition in my family for all the cousins who could to come and see the newest children who had Black blood in them and offer them a blessing. Sirius made all the right noises, and at the time, as far as I knew, he had always been kind to me, despite being on bad terms with his parents and his brother and one of my sisters. He—he made a comment about the security arrangements on the nursery, and laughed. He was always joking." Mrs. Malfoy closed her eyes. "Then you vanished a few days later. Of course I spoke to Sirius, because I thought he might have taken you for a prank. It was the sort of thing he would have done. But he didn't have you with him, and he let me search the rancid flat where he was staying."

"You're saying that he took me to my mum and dad and put this illusion on me," Harry said flatly, and then shook his head. "I'm talking like I believe you. Of course I don't."

"You will have to learn better manners, son." Mr. Malfoy had dropped all trace of the sneer, but Harry still watched him suspiciously. This didn't mean he was going to be fool enough to trust him. "We are your parents."

"No, you're not. You could still be lying. It's convenient that you're blaming someone who's in prison and can't defend himself, isn't it?"

"A stubborn, suspicious child," Mr. Malfoy said, and turned to Professor Dumbledore as if he was going to ignore Harry for the rest of the conversation. "There is a simple way to find out the truth, if you still doubt it. Permit your matron to draw blood and—"

"That is blood magic, Lucius, and I forbid it in Hogwarts."

Harry shrank back. There seemed to be a shadow looming around Professor Dumbledore, and his eyes were narrowed and his face harsh and fierce.

"Of course it is," Mr. Malfoy said. "But we have a right to authorize it for our child."

"Only if he is your child. You have not yet proven that to my satisfaction." Professor Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and Harry sighed in relief. He'd been afraid that people would ignore him all day, when this was his bloody life. "You will have to come up with another solution."

"Administer Veritaserum to Sirius Black. He will tell the truth."

"He would have to consent to it first, and you would need more proof than you have."

"Men," said Mrs. Malfoy, not quite under her breath. She placed her hand in her pocket and took out a diamond bracelet that Harry blinked at. All he could think was that it was so rich Aunt Petunia would probably have liked to own it, even if "freaks" had made it. It looked as though there was something in the middle of it, though, so you couldn't really wear it like a bracelet. Mrs. Malfoy held it up. "Professor Dumbledore, I think you recognize this."

For the first time, Professor Dumbledore hesitated. Then he nodded. "I saw it pass through the hands of several Malfoys and Black students in this school, although I must admit that I never saw it in its present form."

Dread pooling in his stomach, Harry stared at Mrs. Malfoy as she brought it over, smiling comfortingly at him. "We combined two bracelets to make this, Aldebaran," she explained, and turned it around. Harry could see that strands of diamonds joined in the middle to form two birds. One of them might have been a swan. "Only someone who has the blood of both families, or blood from one of them and a marriage bond to the other, can touch it. Not even my husband can. It will prove that you are who you really are if you can touch it."

"So, what happens if I touch it and I'm not a Malfoy or a Black? It stings me?" Harry was considering faking a reaction like that, if only to get them to leave him alone.

"No, it merely fails to show any magic. Do try it now, Aldebaran." Mrs. Malfoy held out the bracelet encouragingly.

And that reminded Harry of Aunt Petunia coaxing Dudley to eat. Harry concealed a shudder as he let his fingers glance gingerly along the joined birds in the middle of the diamond chains.

The bracelet lit up from within, a buzzing, ringing sphere of brilliance that made Harry lift his hand to shield his eyes. He paused when he noticed that his fingers were longer, too, and his skin paler.

"Why do I look like I've never spent any time in the sun?" he demanded.

"That is the mark of a Malfoy, that pale skin," Mr. Malfoy said. Harry peered at him warily. There was a weird tone in his voice, like he was enormously proud but trying not to show it. "Oh, Aldebaran…" He bowed his head. Harry now had the deeply uncomfortable feeling that Mr. Malfoy was trying not to cry or something.

But before he could say anything, Mrs. Malfoy was at him again, folding him in her arms and cuddling him to her chest. Harry sat stiffly, while his heart dropped straight down to his shoes.

He could see Professor Dumbledore's face over Mrs. Malfoy's shoulder. As he watched, all the twinkle went out in Professor Dumbledore's eyes. He bowed his head.

Shit, shit, shit, went back and forth in Harry's head. Malfoy is my brother, and my parents hate Muggle and Weasleys, and I don't look like myself.

And my name is bloody Aldebaran. Ron is going to laugh so hard.