Hello people, give it a read for me, oh, and there's a slightly better summary below if you want to read it, ;o).
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione.
Warnings: Slash, implied slash, implied m-preg, dunno where this may lead, might be explicit later on, ;o).
Summary: Harry disappeared shortly before his seventeenth birthday without a trace. Four years on, he's still being looked for, but the trio of young aurors looking for him are giving up hope, that is, until they see a lively young man on TV, who acts just like Harry. This strange man, gojng by the name of Dylan Marriot, is apparently the singer of a muggle band, but when Hermione, Ron and Draco go to one of his concerts hoping their hunches are right, they find that they most definitely are, but persuading the boy-who-lived to come home isn't going to be as easy as they thought, and Harry's got personal things he doesn't want to divulge to the others, a life he doesn't want to give up and a very important secret that he can't tell, for the sake of those he loves very dearly...can they win Harry back? What are Draco's feelings for the Gryffindor golden boy? And what, exactly, is Harry's most well kept secret...?
Other: These boys and any other mentioned characters belong to J.K.Rowling and her associates, however the plot is all mine! The song lyrics used which are later shown in italics are mine also, don't nick them, please.
AN: This is a new challenge of mine, and I haven't a clue as to how long it'll be or how long it'll take to write. Guess we'll just have to wait and see, that includes me, lol.
Luv, L-P-M-B, xxx
A trio of Aurors sat huddled around a table in a Muggle pub in London.
"I bloody give up, you know, it's impossible" murmured one of them, tired eyes taking on a resigned look.
"Come on Weasley, don't be a fool. We can't give up" said a blonde young man, frowning.
"Shut it Malfoy, we're never gonna find him" growled back the fiery haired individual, scowling.
"Be quiet the both of you, I'm sick of listening to you both bickering and you really should grow u-" the bushy haired witch stopped in mid-rant, staring at something.
"What is it 'Mione?" the red-head asked, curious.
Hermione continued to stare at the widescreen television on the wall behind the bar, where an animated looking young man was chatting to a Muggle chat-show host.
She watched the young man on the screen, barely daring to believe what she might have seen.
"Look at the TV Ron, you too Draco, who does that remind you of?" Both boys looked at the television bemused, then identical looks of understanding spread across their faces.
"Extravagant hand gestures when talking" muttered Ron.
"A habit of flattening his fringe" added Draco softly.
"Biting his lip when he blushes" said Hermione, dumbfounded.
All three spoke in unison, voices breathy with disbelief;
"Harry." They exchanged looks.
"Could it be?" asked Draco quietly.
"Looks different," muttered Hermione, staring at the lively young man on the screen, "But he's so like Harry in his actions it's unnerving."
"He has to be Harry" said Ron, "If he's not, then I'm hanging up my Auror's cloak for good, 'cause I can't stand going another year always wondering and getting so close, only to hit a dead end again. It's just painful."
Hermione smiled sadly, wrapping an arm around Ron's shoulders and squeezing,
"I know Ron, we all know how much it hurts having him gone."
"Should we investigate then?" asked Draco with a smile beginning to spread across his face, the thrill of promise rippling through him. The others banished their looks of sadness and grinned back at him. Hermione nodded.
"Hell yeah, ferret, let's go for it"
By the end of the day they had a quite extensive amount of information about the man on the TV.
Apparently, his name was Dylan Marriot, and he was a famous singer in the Muggle world. He was the singer in a band: Chemical Desires. He was the right age to be Harry but looked nothing like the boy the trio remembered.
In fact, he was blonde - rich honey golden blonde, and his hair was messy, but less so than Harry's old hair, instead it was untidy in the sense of tousled fair-haired waves. His smile was wider and quirkier. His face was thinner and more tanned. He was fairly gorgeous. But what seemed a dead give away though, how they'd missed it at first was a mystery, were the green eyes. Bright green, the same green as Lily's eyes, green like Avada Kevadra. But, as Draco pointed out, it could be coincidence.
They hoped it wasn't, but realised they needed to find out more about 'Dylan' as he called himself.
Hermione decided one way to do this was to listen to his music. According to the rights etcetera, the blonde young man had written it all himself, surely there was a clue somewhere in there.
Ron complained that it was far too boring just to buy the CD, a fairly unknown thing to both the pureblood wizards, much to Hermione's definite amusement.
"Fine then, we'll go to a concert you two." The two grinned widely at the witch's approval of their plan.
One the way there, in a taxi which unnerved Draco a little, Ron asked a question that, for some reason, had never been asked,
"Why are you so intent on finding him Malfoy?" Draco frowned and breathed deeply.
"I'm sorry Weasley, I couldn't tell you that if I knew."
"So you don't even know why?" Draco shook his head, running a hand through silky platinum hair. Ron frowned, but didn't press the matter.
It was true though, he hadn't a clue why he was so desperate to find Harry Potter. The foolish Gryffindor idiot had run off just before he turned seventeen and never been found, the Ministry had had Aurors and all sorts searching for Harry since he'd disappeared, but he hadn't been found. He hadn't been found yet though and it had been four years now.
Draco figured he should tell someone about what had happened with him and the boy-who-lived, even if it hadn't been the thing that influenced him to help. He had, after an inter-house evening where the professors had abandoned them and they had all got completely smashed on firewhisky, slept with Potter and both of them had been rather revolted in the morning. Needless to say, they did not speak again. Still, Draco could not fathom as to why he wanted to find the irritating green eyed boy, there was no reason for it whatsoever as far as he was concerned.
"We're here" chirped Hermione, sounding cheerful and really rather exited. The trio entered and found a spot somewhere in their designated area, and waited.
The start up bands, considering they were Muggle ones, impressed Draco and Ron to some extent, much to Hermione's silent amusement.
Then Dylan came onto the stage with his band and the whole bloody crowd lost their minds. The stunning blonde grinned;
"So glad you all came tonight, it's great to have you here. We are Chemical Desires and we're gonna start with Green."
Ron and Draco looked at Hermione, confused.
"I think one of their songs is called Green" she said with a little shrug. "Anyway, listen to it carefully boys, okay?"
The band started up and rich, wavering guitar chords filled the air, drums began a hypnotic beat, then Dylan started to sing. If he really was Harry, then he'd been hiding some damned amazing talent for a very long time.
"Come on you two, listen to the words!" admonished Hermione, noticing the dazed boys.
"Dodging my way,
Through a lifetime,
Everybody wants me,
To be some kind of saviour.
But I'm not.
Sleepless nights,
When those visions,
They don't stop coming,
And I can see,
In my own bitter misery.
Shadows dancing in my head,
The twisted dancing of the dead,
People I never knew.
It's always gone,
In some cruel spark of light,
Ripped away by hate,
In a flash of green,
Nobody understands it,
However hard they try,
Watching loved ones die,
Hearing a mother's cry,
All that I've cared for and seen,
Disappearing,
In a flash of green."
Draco, Ron and Hermione tuned out and exchanged looks. Hermione nodded grimly, hints of tears in her warm brown eyes. They watched the rest of the concert and walked out in silence, having heard every well hidden meaning in the songs. 'Green' had been about his nightmares about Voldemort killing his mother and seeing the flash of green light as she died. A song called 'Changing Forms' all about Sirius and Remus. 'Just Like You' about his father. 'Mirror, Mirror' about the mirror of Erised, that one had been more clear than the others 'mirror mirror on my wall, keep showing me what I want most of all, haunting all my tortured nights, with your forever elusive sights'. Hermione wondered how much it had hurt the young man to write those words, what he thought about when he sang them.
"So it is him" Ron concluded as they nursed Butterbeers in the Three Broomsticks later that night, all a little lost in their own thoughts.
"Finally" muttered Draco with a vague smile. Hermione just nodded, looking thoughtful.
After a while, the young witch yawned.
"Alright guys, I'm going to bed. I'll see you both at the usual time tomorrow so we can set about getting Harry back, how does that sound?" Ron grinned.
"You mean we're gonna make plans 'Mione?" the red-head asked. Hermione grinned.
"Seems so Weasley," muttered Draco, smiling, "it seems so…"
TBC...
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