Welcome to my new attempt at a serious fic! Ok, I'm going to try reeeeeeeeeeeeeally hard to make it not retarded, ok? Ok. It'll probably be crap. But meh. The idea came to me whilst I was in the shower. Yes, I do a lot of thinking in the shower. SHUT UP!

Disclaimer: I own NUTTIN'!

"Look, daddy, Sevvy, a boy!"

Two pairs of eyes turned towards the sidewalk. Indeed a boy, no older than the one who had spotted him, was lying motionless. The excited blonde five year old hurried over to the motionless boy, poking him in every exposed bit of skin he could find.

"Wake up! Wake up; this is no place to sleep! Daddy, why won't he wake up?"

And, just as Lucius Malfoy start to think the worst, the motionless boy let out a low groan. Lucius knelt beside the boy, and gently nudged him. "Draco, stop poking him", he instructed softly. Draco did as he was told, and went to stand next to Severus Snape. The boy groaned again, and rolled onto his back, his emerald green eyes wide. The boy was dressed in ripped jean shorts, and a green shirt that was at least five sizes too big. Lucius helped the boy into a sitting position, and gently looked him over, trying to find any injury.

"What is your name?" Lucius asked softly, his fingers gently tracing the boy's back.

"Harry Potter, sir", the boy said, stiffening when Lucius' fingers reached a certain part of his back. Lucius grew suspicious, and lifted the shirt. A large bruise covered Harry's lower back.

Draco watched the scene from his position with Severus. "Sevvy, why does he have a bruise?"

"There could be many reasons for that, Draco", Severus replied, looking fondly down at the blonde boy. Lucius helped Harry to his feet.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, immediately hurrying over. When Harry nodded, a large smile appeared on Draco's face. "D'you want to play? We can go to my house, I have lots of toys! You can even keep some when you get home! I have two of everything. Daddy and Sevvy buy me lots of stuff. I even have a pony! Have you ever ridden? You can ride my pony."

Harry looked at the ground. "Uncle Vernon might… want me home."

"We can take you", Severus said, "Where do you live, Harry?"

"Uncle Vernon says not to give strange people our address", Harry said, looking at the people in front of him for the first time. The two men were dressed in robes of some sort. It wasn't normal. Harry was sure Uncle Vernon would blow a fuse at the sight of them.

"You shouldn't wander around by yourself, Harry. You're too young for that. We will walk you home, and explain to your uncle what happened", Lucius said firmly. Harry slowly nodded. He certainly didn't want to walk by himself. People were dangerous. Well, the strange ones were.

"Where do you live?" Severus asked again.

"Number four, Privet Drive", Harry said softly. Lucius took Draco's hand, and Severus took Harry's.

In no time at all, they had reached Harry's house. Lucius walked to the door and knocked sharply. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a rather fat man. His eyes took in the clothing the two men in front of him wore. "Can I help you?"

"Good day, sir. I was out with my husband and son, and we came across your … ah … nephew, was it? Harry?" Lucius said. Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes.

"Husband?" he said incredulously. "So this means you're …"

"Gay. Yes, sir, it does", Lucius said, holding out his hand, "Lucius Malfoy."

"Vernon Dursley", was the reply. Uncle Vernon didn't take the outstretched hand. "Get in the house, boy."

Harry gave his uncle a frightened look, and hurried into the house. Draco watched him go sadly. "Can he play tomorrow?" Draco asked. Uncle Vernon looked down at Draco.

"You want to play with the boy?" he asked, his eyebrows rising in disbelief when Draco nodded enthusiastically. "He is busy tomorrow."

"Doing what?" Severus questioned. Uncle Vernon glared at him.

"The boy's business is not yours", he said. Severus started to reply, but Lucius raised a hand to stop him.

"I noticed you call him 'boy'. Why not Harry?" he asked. Uncle Vernon didn't answer. "There is a large bruise on Harry's back. I insist you get that checked out." That was the last straw for Uncle Vernon.

"I accept that you people are not normal. I accept that you found the boy, and you walked him home. A very good deed. However, you will not tell me what to do with my nephew. If there is a bruise on him, I would know about it. Never contact my family or I again."

And with that, Uncle Vernon slammed the door. "Why that little-"

"Calm down, Severus. I have the feeling that is not the last we will be seeing of young Harry Potter", Lucius said.