Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. No money is being made.

A/N: I hope you like the story. English is not my first language, so every mistake in spelling or grammar is because of that. (and my spelling checkthingy on my laptop doesn't work)

Harry Potter doesn't really like his birthdays most of the time. But this year he was looking forward to it. He was turning 17! Meaning he could do magic without the ministry trying to lock him up because of under aged wizardry. He woke up and presents from his friends were waiting for him on his desk. He got a book (what else do you expect) about Animagi from Hermione and a new set of wizards chess pieces which could change in either black or white (since Harry somehow lost the set he had) from Ron. There also where lots and lots of different kinds of candy. Harry's happiness didn't last long though.

"Boy! Wake up and fix breakfast! NOW!" aunt Petunia's voice shrieked through the house. Harry sighed and hid his candy and presents and went downstairs.

Some 50 miles away from Harry a blond haired boy was desperate.

When Draco Malfoy came home a month ago, he ended up with a 2½ year old boy.

Flashback

His Father was busy with his 'job' as always but suddenly his mother came out of her rooms, carrying of small boy with black hair and icy grey eyes. His mother yelled at Draco for almost 15 minutes and shoved the boy in Draco's arms.

"It's yours so take care of it or get rid of it." Narcissa said disgusted.

"M-m-mine? No way! That's impossible, it's ridiculous!" Draco had yelled and tried to hand the boy back.

"Keep it away from me! Yes it is yours. Remember the ball 3 years ago? You were flirting with that loathsome pathetic witch, Leigh, I think her name was." Narcissa screamed at her son.

"Yes, but I did not sleep with the little slut!" Draco said through gritted teeth.

"Well of course you don't remember that little moment because when you were back home afterwards, you were so extremely intoxicated, you were passed out for almost 2 days! So fight it all you want, but it's your responsibility!" Narcissa snarled.

"Well it seems like that bitch took care of him, why dump him on me?" Draco asked confused.

"Because she was killed yesterday." Narcissa replied icily and gracefully walked away, leaving Draco with the child.

End Flashback.

Draco had performed a paternity spell on the little boy and it indeed confirmed that he was Draco's son. As much of a basterd Draco Malfoy is, he couldn't get rid of the small helpless boy that was shaking in his arms. So he took him to his rooms. He didn't know anything about children but soon his instincts (yes Draco Malfoy has instincts) kicked in and he was beginning to like the boy. And the boy seemed to trust him unconditionally.

Now almost a month later, Damian Michael Malfoy sat playing quietly in the corner of the room, while his father was doing his Potions homework. Suddenly the door slammed open and revealed a very angry Lucius Malfoy. Draco quickly stood up and gathered the little boy in his arms. Damian buried his face in his father's neck.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" Lucius yelled madly at Draco.

"This is my son and you better not touch him." Draco tightened his grip on the now softly crying boy in his arms.

"YOUR SON? THAT IS AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD AND IT SHOULD BE KILLED" Lucius was furious.

"NO!" Draco yelled back. He saw his father's face go red with anger and knew he had crossed the line. There was going to be hell to pay. In a few strides, Lucius had breached the distance between them and before Draco could even defend himself, a sharp stinging pain was felt on his face and he could barely keep his balance. The little boy in his arm clutched even tighter and started to scream.

"You get rid of that... thing and come crawling to me to apologize or else I will be killing you and the bastard as well!" Lucius said with such a calm tone that it chilled Draco to the bone. Draco knew he had to do something and he wasn't going to like it either way. So once again he chose for the somewhat safer option.

"Yes father I will get rid of it." Draco said in a sad voice but kept eye contact with his father. Lucius huffed, nodded and left the room.

Draco slumped to the floor with the little boy and allowed his tears to fall while cuddling the boy close to him.

"Sssh it's okay love. I won't let him near you, I promise. I'm going to send you somewhere safe.

"Don wan to daddy, I wan stay you." Damian sniffled.

"I know love, I wish for the same, I wish I wouldn't have to do this." Draco just held the boy.

After a while little Damian was sound asleep and Draco gently put him in his bed. Then he started to think of what he could do. He couldn't send Damian to his relatives for obvious reasons, he couldn't go to his godfather Severus Snape, because no matter how much he respected the man, he was no good with kids. His fellow Slytherins were out of the question, and he couldn't go to Hogwarts either. Draco sighed. Why was his life so complicated! Then he thought of someone who might take Damian in.

Maybe he could send Damian to Harry Potter. Surely he was well protected with his Boy Who Lived status. Draco had to admit that since 5th year he no longer hated Harry. In fact he had a major crush on the raven-haired teen.

Draco sighed again. Harry it is then and he began the preparations.

Half hour later Draco had packed Damian's clothes and some toys. He called for their house elf.

"What can Micksy do for Master Draco sir?" the elf asked nervously.

"I need you to take Damian to a safer place. Do you know where Harry Potter lives?" Draco asked sadly.

"Of course sir, Micksy knows. Does Master wishes for Micksy to take Damian to Harry Potter?" the elf asked.

"Yes. I can't go because he'll slam the door in my face. Take Damian there now while he is still asleep. Here is his bag and a letter you have to give to Harry. Don't say anything to Harry, it's all in the letter." Draco whispered as tears were slowly staining his pale cheeks. Draco walked over to the bed and gently kissed the top of his sons head.

"I love you Damian, I wish I could do this a different way, but I don't want you to get hurt. I'll miss you." Draco whispered softly. With one last kiss he stood up from the bed and gave the elf a nod. With a soft pop, his son was gone and Draco threw himself on the bed and cried.