A/N: So hello everyone! To keep things short, I got inspired by a Slender Man story that I saw on a friend's wall, via Tumblr, along with a picture, and actually wanted to write, so it turned into this. :') I'm really proud I could get out a chapter, I am continuing to write more as I publish this, so thumbs up that this story goes well! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/places used in this stories besides OC's and places of my own imagination. All the other majestical stuff belong to the one and only J.K.R. which whom I wouldn't be here this moment. :)

Summary: Harry gets a letter a few days before Christmas from an old enemy. Or is Malfoy a friend now? The divorced, 37 year old finds himself in a situation his Auror skills can deal with. What will happen when young Scorpius gets into trouble and Harry comes to the rescue? How does Draco thank the man who saves his son?

Ratings: M for swearing, and later malexmale action, sexual assault mentions and also some violence.

Have fun reading, and please leave a review, more chapters to come around! :D


Taken By Flames


Chapter One

It all started a cold morning on December 22nd, when Harry was just leaving for work. The thirty-seven year old wizard had followed his dream, and with a lot of help, he finally became an Auror. He had finished his training five years back, and was really proud of himself.

That morning Harry walked into his office, greeting his co-workers as he got ready for another busy day.

"Morning Mr Potter." His assistant said as she brought over a cup of coffee for him; just like she did every morning, making Harry's life predictable. He enjoyed those simple gestures with all his heart though, so he didn't complain at the routine.

"Thanks Miranda." He smiled at her and headed into his office. He then stopped in his tracks. "Got anything new for me?" he asked.

"Yes, a letter came for you early this morning, it seemed urgent. It's on your desk." Miranda informed him.

Harry sighed as he went in his office, seeing a small envelope, with formal handwriting on it. He sighed as he sat on his desk, sipping from his mug as he spelled it open with a flick of his wand, without checking for the sender.

"Potter,
I trust that by now I should be able to call you Auror Potter.
I am astonished of my own actions, but I need your help. As you know I have a son, Scorpius.
He was supposed to return from a party yesterday, but he never showed up. Muggle police say it takes 24 hours to report him as missing, but I cannot trust them on this matter.
Can you get back to me? This is pretty serious, and I'm certain you may be able to enlighten the situation. In other words, I need your help.
With gratitude,
Draco Malfoy."

Harry spent the next few minutes staring at the green ink on the parchment in his hands. The words "son", "missing", "police" and "help" sunk in pretty well. He took a deep breath before sinking his quill into an ink bottle, taking out a clean parchment, ready to reply.

He thought it over for a while, not sure of what to say to him exactly. He then sighed and placed his quill down. Instead he reached the phone. "Miranda? Come here for a minute." He said as his assistant picked up.

Miranda came into the room and smiled politely. "What's the matter, Mr Potter?" she asked politely.

Harry showed her the letter. "Who brought this here?" he asked.

Miranda looked at the letter and hummed. "It arrived via the owls." She responded.

He nodded slowly and took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I see… How could someone get hold of my address here?" Harry then asked.

Miranda thought of it for a second. "I guess anyone could ask for an owl to find you, Mr Potter." She said softly. "Because you are in a public office, people can send you letters. What's the matter?" she proceeded to ask.

Harry sighed. "An old… classmate from Hogwarts. He's got a problem with his son." He said softly.

The assistant nodded. "I'll go finish re-arranging and cleaning your old cases then." She said politely and left the office.

Harry stared at the letter for a while, unsure of how to respond to Malfoy's letter. It's been a while since he'd seen the Slytherin, and he was certain that something was wrong.

It then struck him, that Malfoy's son was probably off from his vacation. And so were his sons.

His sons, Albus and James. He missed them terribly with everything that had happened. It was quite a scandal when Ginny handed him the divorce papers. It was also quite a scandal the fact that he had been caught cheating on her; with a male lover.

Harry was not happy with how things turned out, especially after trying to make things work with Ginny. After Lily was born, he knew that everything was all wrong.

Ginny had been extremely agitating with her sudden bursts of anger. Days, weeks or even months would go by when things in the family would go steady and happy, without any worries at all. But once it was all too awfully quiet, Harry's ginger wife would fire up and start complaining again, about the tiniest bit. And sex? Harry had never understood why he felt so strange when he got intimate with Ginny. He had been a part of the Weasley family, not realizing that by saying that, he was implying Ginny was his sister, and not his lover. And this was what made the difference one day. The way Ginny conceived was purely out of luck; even though Harry strongly believed Ginny took fertility potions ever so often, in case they grew close.

They made James at a New Year's Eve, and that was when the fire was still sort of going on between them. Then Albus they had a little bit of fun on Ginny's birthday a year later, and then Lily came a year after Albus, on Harry's first Ministry work offer.

Even though Harry knew that there was no way he and Ginny would break it off, simply because he was too afraid of the reactions, that day finally came, seven months after Ginny caught her husband being intimate with another male on her leather couch.

The months that passed by were extremely difficult to comprehend for Harry. Going from figuring out who he really was and what he wanted from his life, to moving into the guest room, and then moving out completely for a month before Ginny begged him to return and pretend everything was okay again. Harry knew it was not okay though. He'd cheated, and he hated seeing the look on Ginny's face when she looked at him, trying to figure out the reason her husband was proven to be a poof.

Snapping out of his flashback, Harry blinked rapidly and leaned back on his office chair, closing his eyes. He really knew how to mess things up, that was for sure. And now with this message, he was afraid he'd do the same again.


So this wraps things up, I guess! This was chapter one, chapter two will be posted hopefully tomorrow, if not within the next two hours! :D

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~Venustus.