Harry stared into the mirror and sighed. He had darkened his hair with a spell that he'd deliberately looked up in the library, but he still didn't really look like himself—well, the way he used to look before this all happened. The shape of his face was different, and he had a longer nose.
And there were the grey eyes.
"Henry, what are you doing?"
Harry glanced over his shoulder at Draco, who was leaning in the doorway of Harry's bathroom and staring at him. "Trying to make myself look more like myself."
"But this is the way you look." Draco came up beside him so there were two slightly different faces in the mirror. "You're my twin brother. And I know you're uncomfortable," he continued in a slightly gentler voice, slinging his arm around Harry's shoulders. "But we compromised on your name, so we can compromise on your looks, too, right? And I'll protect you from all the nasty bullies at school."
Harry scowled at him. "You're taking this big brother stuff too seriously for someone who's only three minutes older."
"It's a whole four minutes, Mother says." Draco sniffed. "And look, I'm bigger anyway." He stood on his toes to loom over Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes. He started to say something else, but Draco interrupted. "Are you going to tell us what happened to cause that?"
"Huh? No one cursed me to make me like that, if you mean that. Anyway, until this year you would have been the most likely to curse me like that."
Draco snorted. "No, I didn't mean that. I remember that you were a tiny thing when you showed up at the Feast."
"I was not a tiny thing—"
"So it must have been something that happened before Hogwarts, with them." Draco never referred to the Dursleys by name. Then again, Harry thought, he couldn't remember if he'd told his brother what it was. "What happened?"
Harry folded his arms. He knew what would happen if he told them that it was probably due to the Dursleys withholding food from him. Mrs. Malfoy would fuss over him, and Draco would step up the "big brother" nonsense until it was unbearable. And then Mr. Malfoy would probably go and try to kill the Dursleys or something.
Harry was coming to accept, slowly, that they were his family, but he wasn't going to be responsible for something happening to innocent people. Well, mostly innocent. Well, innocent some of the time, anyway. Well, Dudley at least wasn't the one who didn't give him food, that was Uncle Vernon.
"Heeeenry."
"If you ever want Parkinson to notice you, don't whinge like that in front of her," Harry said, raising his eyebrows.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You know perfectly well I don't want to date her. And I know perfectly well what you're doing. Deflecting. I want you to tell me what happened with those—Muggles. Tell me."
Harry shook his head. "I don't have to if I don't want to," he added, when he saw Draco opening his mouth again. "Mother said I don't have to." He was always careful to call Mrs. Malfoy Mother in front of Draco, to spare himself the lecture that he'd get otherwise. But he thought of her as Mrs. Malfoy in his head.
Draco opened his mouth, then shut it again, and suddenly gave him a look that was so unhappy Harry blinked. He'd once thought he would never see anything like that on Draco bloody Malfoy's face.
"I'm worried about you," Draco whispered. "I just want to know what happened and help you, Henry."
Harry sighed and thought about saying that that name was part of the problem. He was Henry Malfoy to the Malfoys. He understood why, because someone named Sirius Black he'd never heard of before had talked under Veritaserum about stealing him away from the Malfoys and giving him to his mum and dad—the Potters. They didn't want to call him Harry when it reminded them of the kidnapping.
But Harry thought of himself that way. He would probably always think of himself that way. He appreciated what the Malfoys were trying to do, but it was—weird. Not him.
"Maybe someday I'll feel like telling you," he said, and it wasn't even a lie. Maybe someday he would.
He just didn't think it was likely.