Y/N's POV
The Christmas holidays came quickly and I was planning on going back to the Malfoy Residence for the holidays but Dumbledore requested that I go see him and stay with some other people during the holidays. I knew my parents would approve so Dumbledore spoke to them personally, I was surprised they agreed. I had so many questions, a couple nights ago I had a dream...it felt more like a vision. I saw the past and everything was clear to me, I wasn't a Malfoy, I was Y/N L/N. I was almost a hundred percent sure that my kiss with Hermione triggered this. There was so many questions and I needed someone to confirm it.
How on earth did I survive a killing curse?
Hermione sent me a letter, she told me about how Ron's father had been attacked, she also wished me a Merry Christmas and said that nearer to Christmas, she would send my present. I knew she was staying at this place, Grimmauld Place so I decided to give her present then.
I walked into the Headmaster's office, looking around, I was going to confront him.
"Hello F/N," Dumbledore said brightly.
"Why didn't you tell me? I'm Y/N, I know it. My first name is Y/N, my parents just told me to go by my middle name, F/N. Why didn't you tell me? How am I alive? Why are the Malfoys my parents?" I said angrily, all these thoughts pouring out my mouth.
"Sit down...Y/N," Dumbledore said, "it's time I told you everything...I was going to tell you this Christmas but you've already figured it out."
I gritted my teeth. "I deserved to know earlier."
"I was just trying to protect you." Dumbledore said.
"From what?" I said, glaring at the old man.
"Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore said with a sigh. "The less people knew about you returning, the less danger you were in. He wants you to be on his side, you are his secret weapon."
"S-secret weapon?"
"I will explain everything to you, starting at how you survived." Dumbledore said, I sat down and looked at the man, curiosity in my eyes.
"Your mother, Marissa, was a very bright witch and in her time, she excelled in Charms and I remember seeing her studying spells with Lily Evans."
"Harry's mum..." I said.
Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure you are familiar with Harry's story against Voldemort,"
I nodded.
"Well yours is similar, Marissa casted a Protection spell over you, so that you could not be harmed by Voldemort. It is such advanced magic that Voldemort himself has no way of countering it. This is why you are his weapon, if he cannot kill you, he wants you on his side."
"V-voldemort can't kill me?" I asked, shocked.
"Yes Y/N, he cannot. So when you were hit with the killing curse and presumed dead, I kept my thoughts private. I remember Marissa coming to me for guidance and I promised not to tell anyone. Voldemort himself will know as he questioned Marissa for a way to kill him, but was never successful. His Death Eaters will know, which is why Lucius Malfoy took you in, I suspect he wanted to keep you safe before handing you over to Voldemort." Dumbledore continued.
"D-do my real parents know?" I asked shakily, this was a lot of information to process.
"No, Marissa was very secretive about it and most of the people who knew have either sworn to keep it a secret or are dead."
I realised he was talking about Harry's mother.
Dumbledore carried on. "Your memory was lost for a brief period of time when you returned, but when you saw and surrounded yourself with people from the past, Miss Granger particularly, I assume you started getting some of your memories back."
"I don't have them all back...when will they come back?" I asked, hoping that I would regain my past soon.
"I do not have an answer for that Y/N," Dumbledore said.
"Does this link to my scar?" I asked, pointing to the scar going across my face.
"Yes, like Harry, you survived a killing curse thus giving you a scar like his." Dumbledore said before glancing at a clock in his office. "We will have to finish this conversation later, for it is time to take you to where you're staying."
I nodded and stood up. "I want to know more sir."
Dumbledore shook his head. "I will tell you more, for now you stay as F/N to your friends but if it's ok with you, I will tell the members of the Order of your true identity."
Dumbledore offered me his hand, I took it as we apparated to outside a house. Walking in, I took in my surroundings, the house was dark and grimy and I felt quite uncomfortable here.
"In here F/N." Dumbledore said, pointing to a door. I was taken aback by him referring to me as F/N but I nodded, walking into the room.
"Who's this?" I heard a man say, in the room I saw the majority being adults and a teenage boy, looking oddly familiar to me.
"Before I tell you, I want you to refrain from asking questions before I have finished nor tell anyone, especially the younger ones about what you've learnt here." Dumbledore instructed and the room nodded in unison.
I looked nervously around, most of these people seemed like people I knew, but my memory was still hazy.
"This is Y/N, Y/N L/N." Dumbledore said calmly as the others gasped.
"This can't be real..." a woman said, breaking down into sobs, a man and the other boy comforted her.
"Dumbledore, don't play tricks on us." a man with long, black hair said.
"I'm not, I will explain to you what happened, on the condition none of you tell anyone else who wasn't in the room." Dumbledore said, I looked around, timidly and all eyes were on me.
"To anyone else who doesn't know him, he is a Malfoy, F/N Malfoy-"
The man with the long hair was not happy with that. "Malfoy? Why is he a Malfoy? Lucius is a prick."
Dumbledore remained calm and studied the man. "It will be safer that way, I will explain everything to you. For now, I will let Y/N leave and speak to his friends upstairs. He will come back down for dinner."
"Do they know?" someone asked.
Dumbledore shook his head. "They don't, and I intend to keep it that way."
I was dismissed, I would be allowed to speak to everyone later. I walked upstairs and went into the room where all the children were. Only Harry and Hermione were glad to see me,
"F/N!" Hermione said happily, flinging her arms around me.
"Hey 'Mione." I smiled, before looking around at the Weasleys, who didn't seem pleased to meet me.
"Oh I'm not sure we've properly met," I said to the twins and the Weasley's daughter, Ginny, "I'm F/N, F/N Malfoy."
"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, spite and hatred in his voice.
"Dumbledore invited me here." I said with a smile, they didn't know of my true identity yet and I was sure, whenever they found out, they would be surprised.
"If Dumbledore invited him here, he can't be that bad," I heard Ginny whisper to the twins.
"If you're associating me to my house, or my surname, I can assure you I am nothing like the stereotype." I said, looking at the red-headed children.
"You got us and Harry permanently banned from Quidditch." a twin said angrily.
My eyes widened, I didn't know that happened. "Well I'm sorry but I didn't provoke you, and it wasn't me, it was Umbridge who got you banned."
The twins looked at me suspiciously so I spoke again. "Me and Harry are friends, aren't we?"
Harry nodded.
There was an awkward silence and I wanted to tell them, proclaim that I was their dead friend but Dumbledore made me be quiet, he said that it was essential. I was saved by Mrs Weasley calling us downstairs for dinner. We proposed a toast to Harry, for saving Mr Weasley and another toast for Arthur Weasley's return back from St Mungos. After that, we tucked into a delicious Christmas dinner and as I sat and joked with everyone, I forgot about everything bad, I forgot about my fake identity. I felt like everything was coming back to me, I felt like I was Y/N again and most importantly,
I felt home.