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Harry didn't know why he went back to the forest. Voldemort hadn't died five minutes ago. His carcass was still hot. He should have stayed and helped his fellow combatants. But, for some reason, he felt compelled to go to the forest again, to the place where he was hit by a Killing Curse to destroy the Horcrux in him. So, using the excuse of getting rid of Voldemort's body to ensure nobody could use it in a ritual to bring him back, he went to the forest. Hermione, who had just seen her best friend come back dead from his last trip to the forest, refused to let him go alone. Thus, she followed him.
After arriving in the clearing where he died, Harry dropped the corpse on the ground. Then, he cast a powerful incendiary spell on it until only ashes remained. With a wave of the hand, the ashes dispersed around the forest, never to be seen again.
"It's finally over." he said with a smile, turning toward Hermione. She looked very relieved.
Before he could say anything else, she suddenly gasped. Her hand went to her wand. Her eyes were fixed on something behind him. Harry quickly turned around, pointing his wand in the direction of her stare.
To his surprise, he found the Malfoy family standing not far away from them. It confused him, for he was sure they had fled the battle. Even more confusing, they looked very happy at seeing him here. Not like a predator who caught his prey, but like someone finally reunited with a family member.
"Congratulations, Harry. We all believed you could do it!"
"Malfoys." Harry hissed. "What do you want?"
Narcissa smiled. "To be with you again. As a family."
It was Hermione's turn to speak. "What are you talking about?!" she exclaimed in confusion and anger.
"It is simple, Harry." Draco spoke. And man was it weird to hear the blond refer to him by his first name. "Now that the Dark Lord is finally defeated, we no longer need to hide behind lies."
Together, all three Malfoys waved their wands at themselves. Their appearances suddenly became blurry until they cleared again, revealing faces he never expected to see. "What?" he said, shocked, taking one step backward. Hermione gasped again.
Gone were Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. In place of them now stood James and Lily Potter, his parents, along with a young man who could pass for his twin brother, for only his hair - which was more red than black - and his car - which was absent - permitted to differentiate them.
"What?!..." Harry repeated. "Who are you?"
"We are James and Lily Potter." Lily answered. She put her hands on the young man's shoulder. "And this is our son Charlie."
And thus they began explaining a wildly fantastical tale, of how they learned the prophecy when Lily was still pregnant and made a plan to protect themselves. Their plan consisted of swapping places with the Malfoys, enchanting them to take the place of James and Lily while the two took the place of Lucius and Narcissa. The real Malfoy couple died that Halloween protecting Harry while James, Lily and Charlie were resting cozily in Malfoy Manor. As if it wasn't bad enough, they then left him to be subjected to the Dursleys and essentially used him as bait for Voldemort until Charlie - who was apparently the real 'Chosen One' - could strike Voldemort by surprise.
Harry was already shocked when they told him that plan, but it wasn't their biggest revelation yet: He, Harry Potter, was actually born Draco Abraxus Malfoy, Lucius and Narcissa's son!
The Potters eventually went quiet after a long explanation. Harry barely noticed. All he could think of was how James slipped Voldemort's diary in Ginny's cauldron, how he and Lily tortured enslaved and tortured Dobby, how Charlie bullied other children and muggleborns in Draco's... in his name, of how the Malfoys gave Voldemort a safe place to stay during the war, of how Hermione, the wonderful young woman standing next to him, was tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange while they cowered in fear, unwilling to do anything to help her.
Harry stared at the Potters, his eyes emotionless. Then, he slowly raised his wand and cast the patronus charm.
It was not a stag which came out but an otter like Hermione. Funny how one conversation was able to change his idea of protection from the man who abandoned him to his best friend who stood by his side since he was eleven.
After muttering low enough to the patronus to not be overheard by the others, Harry let the patronus fly away. Then, he paced around for the next few minutes, silencing any attempt from the Potters to continue their conversation.
Then, multiple footsteps were heard. When Harry turned, he found Kingsley accompanied by two pairs of Aurors marching in their direction.
Kingsley froze when he found the Potters. “J-James? Lily”
“Hello, Kingsley.” James greeted with a small wave of the hand. Before the man could speak further, Harry took over.
“Kingsley, these are Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, not the Potters. They’re trying to escape arrest by pretending to be my family who’s supposedly been in hiding this whole time. Take them away before I kill them.” he said coolly.
Kingsley’s eyes turned icy cold. “Lock them up, boys.” he told his Aurors.
“Harry?” Lily gasped.
“Do not talk to me.” he hissed, watching with furious pleasure as his family was all manacled. Hermione, still standing next to him, only glared at the family, silently supporting him.
“Harry, please!” James pleaded.
But Harry did nothing. He only stared at them with fire in his green eyes. Because Harry did believe their tale. But nothing excused what they did to hundred of innocents all in the name of pretending to be the Malfoys. He did not care about the real Malfoys either, despite being his biological parents, but he could not excuse the hurt the Potters brought on Dobby, on Ginny, Hermione and all the students of Hogwarts. Nor could he excuse taking him - the Malfoy's child - and purposefully leaving him to be abused simply because it advantaged them.
Because Harry was a Malfoy. Maybe it was time to embrace his darker side and get justice for himself for once.