A/N: Here is a new story from me. I started this story a year ago and got through about a chapter and half. Then another idea came to me that connected with what I had started so that brings us to this story. It is currently sitting at 15 chapters written. I can see it getting to about 20 chapters. It is a Harry/Draco story. Draco has been reclusive for two years, but has been working hard to bring some goodness to his family again. Harry is part creator of a group called Dream Big who are determined to bring equality to the Wizarding world. Draco has a dream that leads him in the direction of Harry and leads them both down a treacherous path that will hopefully have happiness at the end. I will switch between Draco and Harry's POV throughout and will signal when it's their POV.

Two years after the final battle at Hogwarts, the Wizarding world is still trying to get back on its feet. There is still inequality amongst the magical community and some are determined to fix that and some are determined to keep that inequality in place, possibly more.

A new department had been created from the aftermath of the final battle and everything that led up to it. Their motto: All magical beings are equal, whether pure blood, half blood, muggle born, squib or anything in-between, we are equal. They were a small group of people who were working hard to bring harmony back into the Wizarding world. However, again, not everyone believed in their motto.

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"I've heard some rumblings about a new department at the Ministry," a man croaked from a darkened corner of a pub.

His companion snorted. "What now?" he asked.

The man lowered his voice. "This department is in charge of helping the Wizarding world become more harmonious."

The other man chuckled more loudly than his companion would have liked. "So what? That's nothing new," he responded, taking a big drink of his fire whiskey.

"Shh, it's more than that. They are trying to draw out former Death Eaters, trying to fix them, trying to get them to see their side of things," he insisted.

His companion looked over at him a bit more seriously. "Not likely to happen," he replied, but his tone sounded doubtful of his statement.

"I've heard that they've already convinced many former Death Eaters from seeing their side. That won't end well for us. We have to stay strong. We have to honor him," the man insisted.

The companion frowned into the darkness. It wouldn't end well for them, but hadn't it already? "We've already lost. We lost the second Potter took down the Dark Lord. It's time to just move on from that, try to live a decent life."

The other man leaned forward, real close to his companion. "Listen to me, there is more that I've heard. Someone from the Dark Lord's inner circle is stirring things up again. They're planning something. This time it's going to work. We have to get in there before it's too late for us," he hissed.

The man glanced sideways at him and sighed. He was tired. He didn't want to be a part of it anymore. He had been living decently the past two years and he didn't want that to end, but he couldn't lose his companion. Maybe he could pretend to go along with it and then work on convincing his companion otherwise. "Who is it?" he asked. He could sense him smiling next to him. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't know. They are planning a meeting in two weeks. We need to be there," he replied.

The man nodded reluctantly. This would not end well.

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Harry's POV

I stood in front of familiar gates. I'd been here only once and that had not gone well at all. However, I was hopeful that this time would be different. I had a positive mission this time. I just hoped that the receiver of this mission would be willing.

I took a deep breath and pressed the button that was near the gate. It buzzed and cackled and then silence. I frowned and glanced around, trying to see how I might be able to get in there. No, I told myself, a positive mission. I went to press the button again when the gates opened. I stepped back in surprise and glanced down the path towards the manor. I let my wand slip closer to my hand. I didn't want to seem like I was coming in on the defense, but I also didn't want to be unprepared.

I took a deep breath and started down the path. The grounds of the manor didn't seem as stately as they had the last time I had been there. It actually seemed quite rundown. I was beginning to wonder if our intel had been wrong. The manor looked as if no one had been here for years. However, I couldn't blame them after what evil had resided there during the war if there was no one there.

I approached the door cautiously. I glanced around the porch and saw some coloring that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I was sincerely hoping I was wrong about what I thought I was seeing. I looked away and looked up at the stately door. It was at least 12 feet tall, if not more. I reached out and lifted the snake knocker and let it fall. A loud boom resounded around the porch and within the house. It made me jump. I gulped, wishing I hadn't come alone after all. Me and my ridiculous notion to do everything by myself. You would think that I would have figured that out by now. I shook my head and waited.

I was about to reach for the knocker again when the door began to open. I stepped back and glanced inside the darkened foyer. A little house elf appeared from behind the door wearing a tea cloth made of what looked like very fine material. That made me hopeful. The little elf looked up at me with big eyes.

"Hello sirs, right this way," he said in a high voice.

I nodded and started in the direction that he had pointed. I heard the door close loudly behind me and I jumped again. I was suddenly very nervous, but not in a 'fearing for my life' kind of nervous. The foyer became much darker though and I felt my heart start pounding. I waited for the elf to go in front of me and started to follow him again. I let my wand down more, just in case.

He led me down a long hallway that had many portraits of the manor's ancestors staring down at me, watching me go by. Many of them had the same haughty look that their current family had. I could see the family resemblance. Finally, he opened a door up ahead, to the right and some light filtered out. For some reason, that relaxed me. I walked into the room and stopped so my eyes could adjust to the sunlight that was streaming in through the large windows. It wasn't actually too much brighter than the hallway, but definitely hurt my eyes for a moment. This room was a bit more cheery than any other place I had seen here. I relaxed further as the elf led me to a couch facing the window panes. He gestured for me to sit, so I did, but made sure that I didn't have my back to any exits or entrances. Must be vigilant.

"Master will be with you shortly. Cans I get you somethings to drink?" he asked.

"Um, pumpkin juice would be nice, if you have it," I replied.

The elf nodded and disappeared. I looked around, taking in the room. There were roses throughout that had a pleasant smell. There were more paintings in this room, but luckily no portraits of the family. The windows looked out over a beautiful garden. Clearly the person here had taken great care to keep the gardens looking nice.

The little elf returned with pumpkin juice and set two glasses on the table, pouring juice into both. Then he disappeared again. I leaned forward and picked up my glass, taking a sip. It was delicious. I glanced outside again and watched a butterfly move through the gardens. I smiled as I watched it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep voice said from the opposite side of the room. I jumped and spilled some pumpkin juice on my shirt. I frowned as I set my glass down and started to wipe at it with my hand. I heard the man chuckle and felt a wisp of magic go over my shirt and the stain was gone.

"Yes. It looks nice," I replied, clearing my throat. I looked over at the master of the house, but he kept himself in the shadows.

"What brings you here?" he asked, not moving from where he was.

"Well, I'm here on ministry business," I replied.

I heard him snort. "And what sort of ministry business would pertain to me?" he questioned, almost hissing.

I gulped and glanced away. Maybe this wasn't going to go so well. Of course, telling a former Death Eater that you're there on ministry business wasn't exactly the smartest idea. "I'm sorry, I, uh, have you heard of the Department of Equality for All Magical Beings or as we like to call it, Dream Big?"

"No, can't say that I have," he responded in a dry tone.

I nodded. I picked up my glass and took a sip again. I needed a moment to put my thoughts in order and hopefully calm the situation. "Most people haven't. Basically it's an idea that myself and another person came up with to help bring balance to our world and bring awareness to the fact that we are all magical, no matter what we are and that we are all equals," I explained.

I heard him shift, but he continued to stay in the shadows. "Go on," he replied.

I smiled slightly. At least he wanted to hear more, I think…. "Well, we are trying to reach out to people who haven't always thought that way and build relationships with them. Right now we feel that many in our world are being left out because they had previously made decisions that were not the best. We want them to have a second chance at living a life that they are meant to live, walking alongside those who have been walking that path for a long time. We want everyone to be on a level plane and not excluded," I explained.

"So this is some sort of Death Eater outreach program or something?" he demanded. I heard a hint of amusement in his tone.

I laughed and shrugged. "I suppose that's one way of looking at it. We aren't just reaching out to former Death Eaters. There are a lot of people who have been oppressed and we want them to feel like they have a voice. We believe that it's the only way we can move forward as a society otherwise we risk another war," I said, my tone becoming more serious.

"Have you heard of another one brewing?" he asked, his tone fearful.

I looked down at the glass in my hand and took another sip. "No, but the potential is always there."

I looked over at him, trying to see him through the shadows. He was wearing dark colors, as he always did so that didn't help me to see him. I hadn't seen him for two years which was part of the reason I wanted to come alone, to reach out to him. "Won't you come sit? I'm not here to threaten you," I told him.

He sighed. "If you were here to threaten me, you would have done it already," he muttered as he stepped from the shadows. My voice caught and my mouth dropped open slightly. He looked so different from the last time I'd seen him. His expression had softened, but yet he still looked worn down. His eyes were a bright, piercing silver. They stared into mine, holding my gaze for far longer than I was comfortable with. He wasn't as skinny as he had been, but more muscular. His hair was still short and the same bright white blond color as it had always been. He was taller than me. He stared back at me with a questioning look and I finally realized that I was not saying a word and staring at him.

"Sorry, um, I just…" I didn't know what to say. I took another sip of my drink and tore my gaze away from him. He took his glass and sat in a chair across from where I was sitting.

"I thought you were an auror," he stated.

I shook my head, my mind finally clearing. "I was, well, sort of. I started in the program as it was pretty much handed to me on a platter," I paused as he snorted and rolled his eyes. I narrowed my gaze at him, that familiar animosity coming back. "But, I decided that it wasn't what I wanted to do anymore. I've spent the last decade fighting the bad guys and frankly, I'm tired of fighting. I'd rather try and build a bridge between us than continue fighting them over someone who is long gone," I replied, my tone sharpening.

He tipped his head slightly as he studied me. "I can see that. I imagine that Granger started this whole thing?"

I was trying to figure out if he was being snarky or not, but I didn't catch that in his tone. "She did, yes. Could it have been anyone else?" I questioned, laughing quietly.

He smiled slightly, and nodded. "No, probably not. Look, Potter, I appreciate you reaching out to me, but I'm not interested in being a part of this. I am trying to fix what my family has done and I've got entirely too much to do already. Being the poster boy for your department is not something I want to do. So, good luck with your agenda. I truly hope it works out," he replied. He stood up, preparing to dismiss me. I sighed. I wasn't easily defeated, but I stood regardless.

"Well, I thought I'd try anyway. Will you see me out?" I questioned. He lifted an eyebrow in surprise, but gestured towards the door I had come in earlier. I followed after him. Our pace was slow which I thought might be a clue for me. "Why did you let me in?" I asked.

He was quiet for a few steps. "It's not every day that Harry Potter comes to your gates. I was prepared for anything from you," he said.

"What did you expect me to do?" I questioned. I glanced over at him and saw him shrug.

"Well, I thought you were an auror so come and arrest me I suppose," he replied.

I shook my head. "I'd need a reason to arrest you. It would have to be a flashing sign in my face in order to do so," I said truthfully.

He stopped. I turned to look at him. He was looking at me in disbelief. "The ministry only needed a scrap of paper as evidence to try and arrest my father when I was younger. I find that hard to believe that you'd be any different."

"Malfoy, I owe you a lot. Unless I had definitive proof that you were guilty of something, I wouldn't arrest you. Besides, I'm not even an auror and I don't have the power to arrest you so it doesn't matter either way," I replied.

"What do you mean you owe me?" he questioned.

"You saved me when I was brought here by the snatchers and your mother saved me in the forest. I owe you."

His eyes widened. He hadn't known about his mother. "Why are you really here?" he demanded.

I sighed. I had apparently forgotten how mistrusting he was, not that I blamed him. "I'm telling you the truth. I am trying to reach out to you. I am trying to fix something too. Besides, I know that you have no one here. Your parents aren't around here anymore and you don't talk to your friends. I know that you never leave the manor and that anything you need, you have brought to you. I can see that you're lonely and I believe it's because you feel like you don't belong in this world because of what you've done, what your family has done. I'm just trying to help," I explained.

He glared at me. "I don't want or need your help, Potter. Now, please leave. You can see yourself out the rest of the way."

I frowned and nodded. "Alright. It was good to see you, Malfoy. You look great, albeit a little tired." I turned and continued down the hallway leaving him gaping behind me. Once I stepped into the foyer I glanced around. I flicked my wand and watched as a cleansing spell washed over the area. The darkness lifted and light began shining through the now cleaned windows that surrounded the door. The foyer seemed a bit more welcoming. I placed a paper on the table in the foyer before I glanced down the hallway once more, finding it empty, and walked out the front doors.