Permission and Discoveries
Disclaimed: I do not own Harry Potter.
Draco was confused. He hadn't meant to distress his new friend. He'd only meant to find out why the boy wasn't speaking... and why Draco was hearing his thoughts.
"What in the world happened?" Madame Pomfrey demanded, arms crossed sternly. Harry was asleep on the bed, the calming spell that the Mediwitch used knocking him out.
"I- He didn't know what magic was. I was explaining it, but he wasn't talking and I asked him why he wasn't and-"
"He didn't know what magic was?" Poppy asked, surprised.
Draco shook his head, "No, he didn't. He didn't know anything."
Madame Pomfrey was silent for a long time, looking down at the small boy with a frown, "That's... unexpected."
"He doesn't speak," Draco said softly, deciding not to tell her about the whole thought thing. It obviously upset Harry. "But, Madame... I heard him."
She looked at him, confused.
He hesitated, "I think I heard his thoughts, because it was him but his mouth didn't work, and he seemed rather upset when I said that I heard him."
Realization slowly spread over Madame Pomfrey's face.
"Madame, what's going on?" Draco asked her, feeling rather confused, "Why could I do that?"
"I'll be right back," She said, walking towards the door quickly. Draco strained his ears as she opened the door and talked to the first student walking by, "Mr. Anderson, can you please tell the Weasley Twins that I need them in the Hospital Wing immediately?"
Why did she need the Weasley Twins?
As it turned out, Fred and George had somehow figured out that Harry Potter was in the Hospital Wing (Draco had no idea how) and were standing around a corner.
So as the fourth year Hufflepuff brought them in, Madame Pomfrey lectured the two first years.
"What were you planning on doing, faking an injury so you could see him. You better not have told anyone! He is here under special circumstances and is, at the moment, asleep."
Fred and George had the dignity to look ashamed.
"We're sorry, Madame Pomfrey," Fred started.
"But we just had to see if-" George was interrupted by Fred and for the first time since Draco had ever seen them, George looked annoyed at his twin.
"If the rumors were true."
Madame Pomfrey just frowned, "Alright, I won't punish you if you will help me for a minute," She spoke, beckoning them towards her, "Thank you, Mr. Anderson. Ten points to Hufflepuff."
As the Hufflepuff left, Madame Pomfrey led the twins over to Draco.
"Draco! What did you do to become a patient?" Fred and George spoke in unison.
Draco just grinned at them, "Allergic reaction."
"Anyway," Madame Pomfrey cut in before the twins could say anything, "I have an important question for the two of you."
"Ask away," George spoke cheerily.
Madame Pomfrey nodded and Draco looked at her, confused as to what she was asking them.
"Can you two communicate telepathically?"
Draco's mouth dropped open in shock. What- She- What?
The twins seemed thrown off guard as well, eyes wide.
"How did you know?" They asked in unison.
The woman looked extremely proud of herself, "I have a theory about something. I have one more question. Do you know if this is... something between twins?"
If Draco had had something he was drinking, he would have spit it out.
"That's our theory," Fred told her.
"But we're the only twins we know, so we're not sure," George finished.
Madame Pomfrey smiled, "Thank you, boys. You're dismissed."
"Albus, I'm telling you. Draco Malfoy is Alexander Malfoy!"
"Poppy, Alexander died at birth from undeveloped lungs," The Headmaster of Hogwarts said sternly.
Poppy crossed her arms, "I've been thinking about it, Albus, and it makes sense. Alexander was born on time. Draco was born three months early. Alexander's lungs should have been fine and according to sources, Draco was perfectly healthy. You and I both know that Remus Lupin said that he smelled Lucius Malfoy near the children. You know that he tried to insist that Lucius had done something to Alexander."
"There is no spell that could do that to someone's lungs," Albus insisted. Poppy could tell that he understood what she was trying to say, though.
"Both Draco and Harry are deathly allergic to Motherwort and Draco could hear Harry's thoughts. The Weasley twins informed me that they can communicate telepathically and I bet that if I asked another set of magical twins, they would be able to as well."
Albus sighed, looking down, "Poppy, we cannot be certain that this isn't a simple coincidence or trick of the mind."
"Which is why I need your permission to perform the Familiar Potion," Poppy said, looking exasperated, "Draco deserves to know if he's really not who he thought he was, and Harry deserves to know if after all of this, he actually has some family left."
"It isn't my permission to give," He told her, "Both Harry and Draco would need to give permission, as well as Severus and Petunia and Vernon Dursley."
"Well, then I better start getting their permission."
After Harry had woken up, he'd spent most of the morning reading the book Draco had given him. He felt much more relaxed than the day before, but his mind was still racing with so many questions that he couldn't concentrate on what he was reading.
Draco hadn't spoken to him since the incident, leaving Harry to worry that he had upset the boy who he had thought could actually be his friend. He also hadn't seen Madame Pomfrey in a while. She said that she had a very important meeting with the Headmaster.
Harry was still pretty sure the lady was at least a little insane.
The silence was interrupted as these red headed twins came in, one leaning on the other and hopping on one foot.
Dippy, which Harry had learned was something called a House Elf (See, he learned something from the book he was reading), popped over and looked at them sternly, "Madame Pomfrey is at a very important meeting with Headmaster Dumbledore. Dippy is watching over Mr Draco Malfoy and Mr Harry Potter. You two are not supposed to be here."
"Yeah, and my ankle is not supposed to be turned this way," The limping one said grumpily as the other one gently sat him on a nearby bed.
"We were running from Filch," The other one began explaining.
"And I tripped down the stairs."
"It was a very graceful fall."
Harry held in his laugh. He wasn't allowed to laugh.
Dippy just frowned at them, "Madame Pomfrey will be back soon," She told them before there was a 'pop' and she was gone.
Draco turned towards the twins, "So, are you guys lying again?"
"Nope, not this time," They spoke in unison. Harry frowned slightly. It was rather creepy.
"Anyway," The injured one spoke from his spot on the bed, "What was Madame P talking about?"
Draco shrugged, "I think she lost her marbles."
Harry very nearly snorted, 'I don't think she had any to begin with.'
He was rather shocked when he saw Draco snort and glance over at him, but he luckily didn't mention it.
Realization rushed over Harry. Draco was reading his thoughts. How was he doing that?
"Well, Our little blondie, are you going to introduce us to your friend?" Asked the uninjured one. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to make himself small, with no progress.
Draco rolled his eyes, "You two," He shook his head, "Fred, George, this is Harry, resident patient in the Hospital Wing. Harry, this is Fred and George Weasley, resident pranksters around Hogwarts."
Harry smiled at the two lightly and nodded at them, but he didn't say anything.
Fred and George frowned at his lack of response, but didn't mention it.
Harry decided that he liked the twins.
After spending a few hours with them, he was easily able to tell which one was which. Fred was a little taller than George and George's skin was slightly darker than Fred's. Harry found that he really loved how... happy they were. They were all about joking and having fun, and they were nothing like the Dursleys. Well, Dudley laughed a lot but his was mean. Fred and George could make jokes out of anything, and it was never anything really mean.
They didn't seem to understand Harry as Draco did, but the two didn't complain and just looked to Draco for explanations.
Once Madame Pomfrey had arrived and fixed up George's ankle, the twins had left with the promise to return by the end of the week. Madame Pomfrey had just tutted, mutter about how she wouldn't be surprised, and went back to her office to work on something that she said was extremely important.
So now that the two boys were alone, all the patients having been healed and were resting in the dormitories, Harry was growing increasingly aware that Draco was staring at him.
He put his book down, quickly marking his place at the section about Phoenix's. He raised his eyebrows at his new friend.
Draco grinned sheepishly, "I'm trying to see if I can send you some of my thoughts. You know, like how you did to me. I want to see if it goes both ways. Um, you don't happen to be hearing anything, do you?"
Harry shook his head, feeling rather worried now. His Uncle had never said anything against communicating with his mind, but the man probably didn't even know that he could do that. He didn't know how he would react if Harry was doing something freaky again.
The blonde groaned, "I don't understand why it only goes one way. It would be so cool if we could communicate telepathically. Like, when we get to Hogwarts- well, students at Hogwarts- we could work together on exams."
He shrugged, pushing his covers back and pulling his legs to his chest. With a burst of bravery, he focused on sending the message to his friend, 'I never meant to say anything to you before'.
Draco grinned slightly, revealing that he had gotten Harry's message, "How do you do it? I want to be able to talk to you silently. We could do so many cool things that way!"
'I'm not sure. I just... focused on sending it to you. I... I don't know how to explain it. I focused on you.'
His blonde friend frowned lightly, biting his lip, "Alright, let me try. Just... give me a signal if you get it."
Harry nodded, waiting patiently for Draco's words to enter his mind. It was rather... scary to think about it, especially since his Uncle Vernon would undoubtedly beat him for this.
'Harry- you- this.'
His eyes lit up and he turned his eyes to Draco, a smile lighting up his face.
'I heard a few words. Not enough for a sentence, only a few I heard them!' Harry said to his friend, who beamed proudly.
"That gives me a headache," Draco said as he rubbed his head, but his voice was chipper, "We should try again s- Dad!"
Harry turned his head to the Hospital Wing door and saw a tall man with long, dark hair and a hooked nose walking towards them. He turned confused eyes towards Draco. They looked nothing alike.
"Draco," The man spoke, voice deep and rather soothing, "I apologize for not coming sooner, but I had classes to attend to."
Draco just grinned at him, "That's alright. I've had tons of fun. Fred and George came by earlier- Er, George broke his ankle running from Filch- so we talked for a while. I've been talking to Harry as well! Well, kind of," He trailed off, "Anyway, Madame Pomfrey's been acting rather weird, but I guess she's just overworked right now."
The man nodded, "Without her assistant, she's undoubtedly feeling overwhelmed. Now, Madame Pomfrey explained what happened but are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Draco responded with a nod, "I just smelled it, and couldn't breath, but I'm better now."
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, If you'll excuse me, Madame Pomfrey said she had something important to discuss with me."
As the man left the room, Harry decided to talk to Draco, 'Your dad's rather... scary.'
Draco grinned at him, "He's not nearly as bad as he seems. It's all just a front, trust me."
Harry nodded, biting his lip as he thought about something, 'You said that my parents were wizards. Erm, do you know what happened to them? My Aunt and Uncle said they were killed in a car crash. Is that true?'
His friend looked shocked, "How did I forget to tell you about that? Merlin, your relatives are idiots. No, your parents did not die in a car crash. They were... well, they were murdered."
Harry's eyes widened.
"You see, there was this dark wizard. His name was... well, no one says his name. It's," At this point, Draco lowered his voice to a whisper and choked out, "Voldemort," He shuddered, "Anyway, he was really powerful and had a group of followers called Death Eaters. He wanted to rid the world of anyone that wasn't magical- purely magical. He hated Muggle-borns or Half-bloods. He only wanted there to be Purebloods and he wanted power. Anyway, your parents were against him, they fought against him."
Draco's face turned sour and Harry sent him a questionable look to which he answered with, "My parents were Death Eaters."
Harry sent him an alarmed look, then turned it towards the door to Madame Pomfrey's office.
The blonde quickly shook his head, "No! No, my parents are in Azkaban- A wizard prison. He's my godfather, but I've lived with him ever since I can remember. He's more of my dad than my real father. Anyway, let's get back on track.
"Your parents fought against him. You-know-who show up at your house and he... he killed your parents. He tried to kill you as well, but it didn't work."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
Draco explained, "Well, you know that scar on your forehead?" Harry nodded, and Draco continued, "You-Know-Who shot the Killing Curse at you to kill you, and it rebounded and killed You-Know-Who instead. It left you that scar. You're the only wizard who's ever survived the Killing Curse, and you defeated You-Know-Who. You're famous!"
He felt his heart thudding in his chest. It was all too much to take in at one time. Him, Harry the freak, had survived a curse no one else had and defeated a Dark Wizard. He did that, and he was famous!
"Are you insinuating that there is some type of... connection between my son and Potter?" Severus questioned, voice laced with venom as he glared at the woman in front of him.
"I'm insinuating that Draco Malfoy, is Alexander Potter," Poppy spoke quietly from where she stood.
Snape straightened,recognizing the name immediately. He remembered the many letters that he had gotten from Lily regarding her twins boys, and then another letter of her mourning Alexander.
"Explain," He demanded.
Poppy nodded, pulling out a muggle notebook, "I grew suspicious when they both turned out to be deathly allergic to Motherwort, but things have only grown from there. Both Harry and Draco have the same birthday, you know? Anyway, afterwards, Draco informed me that he thought he was... hearing Harry's thoughts."
"My son was reading someone's mind?"
"That's what he said, yes. Anyway, I called Fred and George Weasley to the Hospital Wing and discovered that they could communicate telepathically, like I suspected," Poppy explained.
Severus scoffed, "That explains a lot."
"Exactly. They told me that they weren't sure if it was because they were twins, but it seems to be the only logical explanation. Harry and Draco being able to do the same thing is very suspicious, so I did more research."
Severus crossed his arms, waiting for more explanation. He was not disappointed.
"Draco was born three months early," Poppy started, "Yet, it seems that he was a perfectly healthy boy, at least from the records I have. Alexander, however, was born on time, yet his lungs were not fully developed which led to his death. Somehow, this was looked over by the Healers for hours and they did not notice until the child was already dead."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Severus remarked angrily, even though a growing sense of dread was forming inside of him. Could it be true? Could his son really be a... a Potter?
She just glared at him, "Now, Remus Lupin stated that he thought he smelled Lucius Malfoy on the child, but it was dismissed as Lupin hadn't been around the man much. However, this is my theory. Narcissa Malfoy went into labor early and for some reason, Lucius refused to take his wife to the hospital, leading to Draco being born at home three months early. When Lucius realized that his son was going to die, he went to St. Mungo's and switched Draco with a healthy baby, Alexander Potter. He continued to raise Alexander as Draco until he was arrested and Draco was handed off to you."
Severus scowled. It made sense, and he wouldn't put it past Lucius Malfoy to kidnap a child, but he didn't want to admit that his son was a Potter.
"Now, I don't know about you, but I think that Harry deserves to know if he had any family left, and Draco deserves to know if his parents are not who he thinks them to be."
Severus started at Poppy, but he did not agree.
"I need your permission to administer the Familiar Potion," Poppy spoke softly.
He hesitated, weighing the options over in his head, before responding, "Very well, but it will only prove that Draco, is Draco."
Author's Note: Well, here's another chapter. I hope you guys like it! If you guys have any advice, ideas, or questions, make sure to send them in!
Harry and Severus will be interaction soon, just so you guys know. The next chapter is going to be a build-up to an important event, and a few more characters will be introduced! We also will discover how the Dursley's are doing, so look forward to that!
Is there any characters that you guys want to meet/see more of?