Hello. This is my first Mpreg. It is also slightly AU. There will be slash besides that you'll jsut have to wait and see what comes.

Enjoy (:

Chapter One of

There is Also Love in this World

Illusions of the Sunlight

I'll never be the same I'm caught inside
the memories of promises of yesterdays
and I belong to you
I just can't walk away 'cause after loving you
I can never be the same

Red Never be the same

The afternoon sun peaked in through the windows illuminating the hallways with shadows that danced among the walls telling those with careful eyes of a story. On another occasion the young man would have regarded the shadows with closed fondness remembering the nights that they protected him from disdaining eyes and the cruelty of a burden that no sixteen year old child should have thrust upon him. But, that was in the past he idly reminded himself. Yes in the past with vivid emerald eyes and feelings on his fingertips. Shaking off ghosts that he had spent 4 years ridding himself of he quickened his pace noting that he was already considerably late. Opening the doors he was braced with wild chatter and happy giggles and the lingering smell of macaroni and cheese. Orion hated macaroni and cheese his mind subconsciously remembered.

'Daddy!" Without warning a rather small body lunged at him wrapping adolescent arms around his father in what he thought was a fierce grip. The boy smiled up at his father, the gleam of sky blue overpowering the gray in his eyes and without words he knew the little boy was rather happy.

"Hello Orion." He picked up the boy placing him firmly on his hip as he placed a gentle kiss on the mess of jet black locks.

'Mr. Turner." He turned to look at the friendly woman, she had several laugh lines around her mouth, and crinkles on her forehead from worrying over the state of her charges a women who had embraced her age with grace.

"Yes Mrs. Jaxith?" With amusement he noted that the women fit her last name perfectly.

"Orion as usual behaved like the perfect little gentleman but. . .refused to eat." To his left he herd his son mutter "Hate mac and cheese." into his shirt sleeve hiding his chuckle he turned serious eyes onto her.

"Thank you very much for telling me Mrs. Jaxith I will be giving him a firm talking too." He felt tiny hands clutch even tighter to his sleeve. "Though I will be giving you a meal to have on hold for whenever you serve macaroni and cheese if it's fine with you."

"Yes, that would be grand of you." She gave him a smile and then at hearing the argumentative tones of two little girls turned swiftly calling out a goodbye behind her shoulder. He once again hid a chuckle she seemed as fierce a mother as Molly Weasley.

"Daddy, am I in trouble?" Eyes so much like his own blinked at him and he fought hard to not turn into mush at the adorableness of his son. Hiding any trace of amusement from his voice he spoke.

"No, Orion you are not in trouble but I will not be having you throw tantrums in public. I love you but I will not entertain rudeness."

"Alright Daddy."

"Good, now I have some left over lasagna from last night would you like some?"

"With bananas?" The boys eyes grew hopeful.

"But of course." A cheer erupted from the boy and he eagerly went on too talk about his day.

"And then, I swung so high Daddy I felt like I was flying." Orion zipped around the room his arms spread and imitations of a plane escaping the thin lips.

"Is that so?" He placed the plate of lasagna in the microwave and then looked over at his son who had grown oddly quiet and now stared out the windows to the clear skies of Australia. "Orion, is something the matter?" He questioned. As though pulled out of his daze the boy turned to his father.

"Nothing Daddy, I just wish I could fly." He felt a pang in his chest and leaning off the counter he began slicing the banana in hope that it would distract him from thoughts of twinkling gold, wind disheveling his always neat hair, and the pure adrenaline. Maybe he thought to himself one day I can take him flying. Maybe.

Contented hums came from Orion who made a great show of enjoying his lasagna with bananas one could never forget the bananas with him. Watching his son he thought about the future, he would obviously grow to look like him but would he have his bravery and recklessness. Would he send him to Hogwarts, and risk exposure, his son hating him for hiding skeletons in his closet? He wasn't sure, there were very few things he had been sure of in the past four year his love for Orion was one of the few. It didn't matter the spills of truth would not be for a while.

"Daddy."

"All done Orion?" He picked up the plate washing it in the sink before stopping at feeling insistent eyes on his back

"Yes?" He received a haughty look from his son that would have caused his grandparents to praise him if they had ever met him.

"I want to take a nap but I HAVE to hear a story first." He gave his father a look of disbelief as if questioning how he could forget something of such utter importance. Taking the small and soft into his own larger and calloused one he maneuvered over toys into his sons bedroom. As they both cuddled into the choo-choo bed he asked what story he would like to hear this time.

"The one about the boy who lived Daddy." He wondered if it was ironic that his son's favorite story was the one he hated retelling the most.

"Alright then." He set off telling the story chuckling at the wide eyes, laughter, indignant huffs, and mutters of poor Harry that his son let out at random intervals in the story.

"And standing tall, Harry beamed Voldemort was dead and as he turned to the boy in the crowd behind him a look of love found way into his features. Because after all love was what the Dark Lord did not have." His son eyelashes fluttered the deep and steady breathing telling him that the boy was in the land of dreams. With a kiss to Orion's forehead and an affectionate smile he left the room too lick at the small wounds that opened on his heart whenever the story was told. Tip toeing across the room and evading the dangers of toys he went towards his study. Well that was his intent. But, the long eared owl that tapped frantically at the window stilled him. His world spined dangerously on it's axis. A list of never ending questions flowed through his mind. Who would be writing to him, why now? How did they find him? And ongoing ones related to that theme. Treading slowly he opened the door to let in the owl who promptly dropped a letter in his hands before leaving just as quickly. He warily stared at the letter before manging to muster the threads of remaining courage and opening it.

Dear Draco,

It's been a while. I'm not sure what to write to you, what do you say to a best friend who just up and left you at the close of a war. It's been four years. We didn't know if you were alive, if a stray death eater had attacked you in vengeance gone without a sound. You couldn't have even written a letter at least informing us that yes you were alive. But no matter, I did not write to chastise you. I'm informing you of the lives you affected and the tears you've left behind as well as to call upon something that you owe me. I'll start with your family. Your mother has kept your room intact just as you left it, house elves are not allowed to even enter she has hope that your not dead she cries every night. Your father has been keeping up appearances but few know that he spends one hour each day in your room and then another staring at memories in the pensive of you in the privacy of his study. I think the only thing that keep both of them alive is each other and hope. Now onto your friends shall we. Theo feels as though he is somehow to blame since he could always read everyone so well. Pansy is and will forever be devastated, she says she hates you for what you've done but she was always the worst liar of all of us. What about me? Well I think I'm to blame I should have stopped you I should have known something was a miff with you. Not a great best friend am I? That doesn't matter though I'm not witting about me and my qualms about being a dysfunctional friend. Hermione cried and she still cant bear hearing talk about you but she's healed a bit and keeps Theo from creeping into self hate. Ron has lost all the respect he previously has for you he is what keeps me grounded though, I really love him. Ginny says that for your sake you better be dead because she is going to hex you to hell and back, that's love. The twins named a product after you, and they still refer to you in first person they say that the ickle dragon kins wouldn't let himself die so easily. And now the most important person. Harry. Harry is not himself any longer, sure he's Harry but not the Harry we knew. I won't give you details on him I don't think you deserve to hear them seeing as I can't see any rational reason for your leave. You'll just have to see for you own. If I know you as good as I presume your eyes just widened and your gawking at the letter (Stop gawking by the way. In our 6th year I saved you life and have never called upon the life debt you owe me. What I want of you is for you to return to London by the months end and make it known via the Daily Prophet that your damn well alive. No buts if or anythings. This is one hole you will not be able to slither out of.

Your angry, but rightfully so, ex best friend,

Blaise Zabini.