Author's Note: Hey guys! This idea popped into my head last night when i was trying to go to sleep. I hope you like it and don't worry I haven't forgot about "Love in the Past". Please review and tell me what you think.

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Chapter: 1

It had been five years now. Five years since Draco had left his nice big secluded home. He hated the outside world with a passion probably because the outside world always seemed to be able to rob him of his passions. Draco was wearing black trousers and a black collared shirt. It was dawn and he was walking down the streets of London heading for the Leaky Caldron. The last time he had been there was six years ago. That is when he and his wife met. They had gone to school together, and talked on occasion, but they didn't really know that they loved each other until that day. A tear slipped down his check and glinted in the morning light.

Draco Malfoy, Slytherin badass, who never shows emotion, had just cried in a public place. He thought to himself and smirked his trademark smirk.

He turned the corner. He looked around the familiar street to see that most of it was destroyed. He shook his head as he walked into the Leaky Caldron. A bell rang as the door closed. Tom, the bartender, looked up. His eye caught Draco's. Tom nodded then went back to reading the paper. Draco crossed the room and went out the back door. He exhaled and pulled out his wand. He tapped a few bricks on the back wall. Slowly the wall began to change. It was no longer a wall but an archway. Draco went through it.

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I cannot believe that after all this time this is how it's going to end. After six years of war, I am going to die in some stupid dungeon. Harry Potter thought to himself bitterly.

Harry thought back on his friends and the order. He thought of Sirius's death and how Professor Snape betrayed them. How because of Snape more then half the order is in St. Mungos. And the he himself had been captured. At least Dumbledore was still all right. Moreover, Harry was not dead yet so there was still some hope. Right? He closed his eyes and thought of his friends that had suffered because of him. Harry drifted of to uneasy sleep.

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Draco walked into Gringotts Bank. He needed to get some money so that he could rent an apartment and get supplies. As he was waiting in line, he started to formulate a plan. Someone tapped he on the shoulder. He turned around.

"Hello Draco dear. I haven't seen you in years." To his horror, he recognized that voice. It was none other then Pansy Parkinson. He smirked when he saw that she still looked like a pug. She smiled back at him obviously thinking he was flirting with her.

"What made you decide to come back after all these years?" Pansy asked.

"Family stuff." He answered with a shrug. Using a tone, that if his wife had been there, would have earned him a smack on the arm. Again, he smirked at the thought then sobered quickly when he realized that he might never see her again.

"Oh Draco are you joining our side then?" She asked in annoying shriek.

"What?" He replied lost in his thoughts.

"You said you came back for family related reasons so I asked if that meant you were joining our side." He did not answer because it was he turn. He handed the goblin at the desk his key and said "Vault 515".

About a half hour later, Draco left Gringotts. His moneybag now full he went shopping for his supplies. When he had finished his shopping, he went into Quality Quiditch to buy Wyatt something. Wyatt was a four-year-old boy. He had dirty blond hair unlike his father who had white blond hair. Wyatt looked almost identical to his father except for the hair and he had a sprinkle of freckles on his nose and checks, which he inherited from his mother. Draco was looking at the brooms. He wanted to teach Wyatt he to ride this summer, if Draco survived this rescue mission. He picked a small kids broom that was called "Speedy Wind 200". He purchased it then thought of what to get his two daughters who were twins and two-years-old. Shira would want a music box and Cardea would want an ever-changing picture book.

Later that night Draco had decided to stay at the Leaky Caldron. He sent his presents through owl post and stayed awake all night planning what he was going to do tomorrow. He was going to see Dumbledore and tell him the truth. All of it.

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