This Is Who You Are

by kittenvks

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING Harry Potter and co. belong to JKR

Warnings, etc: Slash, HPDM RWHG

Chapter Two: Just Thought You'd Want to Know

"Head Auror Potter, please." Harry heard Ron asking for him from his desk and he buzzed his secretary to let her know to let him in, before she could buzz him herself. Harry honestly didn't know why the woman couldn't just always let Ron in. She really wasn't very bright, though she was very organized. Harry desperately missed the days when Hermione had been his secretary. She had been the one to decorate his office, making it feel more like home and much less stressful. She'd hung pictures on the wall of the kids and of course, Ginny. Though Ginny had left her frame the day she died, Harry left it where it was, if for no other reason than out of respect and missing her. He doubted picture Ginny would be back any more than real Ginny would. He missed his wife dearly, though he didn't blame himself, as many people thought he did.

Ginny had committed suicide upon finding out Harry's sexual orientation. He had wrestled with the idea himself many times, but could not deny it. He did love Ginny, but he couldn't love her like she wanted. He had tried to make the marriage work, despite his homosexuality, filing for a divorce a year after he'd confessed his feelings. She had died before it was even final. At first, he had blamed himself, racked with grief- but he pushed himself forward to take care of his three children; James, Albus and Lily. Eventually he came to terms with her death and knew there was nothing he could have done.

Glancing up from his musings, Harry smiled at Ron. None of the Weasley's blamed Harry, save for Percy. Even then, Percy had eventually gotten over it and now was merely cordial with Harry- same as it always had been.

"Hey, mate," Ron greeted him, coming to sit on the edge of Harry's desk, "thought I'd come by and offer to keep the hellions tonight." He was beaming at Harry, looking very much like the cheshire cat, only more... red.

"I'm not up for going out on any more of your blind dates, Ron, though I appreciate the offer." Harry said smoothly, looking truimphant. Ron and Hermione had tried many, many times to get Harry to date again. He wouldn't budge on the subject though, and he couldn't figure out why they never gave up. Ron continued to grin at him and Harry panicked a bit, he was up to something but it wasn't a blind date.

"Oh, no, no dates tonight. It's work related actually." Ron said, drawing out the conversation for dramatic effect. Harry hadn't thought it possible, but Ron's smile widened and reminded Harry of a muggle movie Dudley had watched: How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

"Well, spit it out then, Auror Weasley," Harry said, waving his higher ranking over Ron's head to irritate him. However, the red head's grin didn't falter.

"Got a lead on Lucius Malfoy today, Harry. He was spotted in muggle London, duelling." Ron said, now putting on his work face but not fooling Harry for a minute. Sure, Harry had a hard on for catching Lucius and seeing to it the man died and rotted in prison. He wanted the man to pay for everything he'd done. For Voldemort, for the muggles, for the wizards and witches who had died in the war, for Astoria, and for Draco and their son. Thinking of Draco and subconsciously reaching into his inner robe pocket to touch the man's wand, Harry leaned back.

The first night, in the Astronomy Tower, they had found each other- tired and broken. Neither had a purpose now, with Voldemort dead. They had come together like waves hitting rocks on the shore, teeth biting, hands and mouths desperate. They had laughed and cried in the joy of it all, finding solace only in eachother. They had met there night after night, for weeks. Then, one night, they had just stopped. They were healed. When the Aurors had come for Draco, intending him to receive a Dementor's kiss, Harry had came back to him- testifying and saving his life. That night, they had met again, just as desperately as before. Again, at each of their bachelor parties, and the night after Scorpius had been born. Ginny had never known, yet Harry could not resist. He needed Draco like the desert needed rain. The nights after Astoria had died, Harry had waited. He watched every alley and pub he went to, every face. Yet, Draco had never come back. One night he had simply received Draco's wand by owl. Draco's owl, Adduco, a rather persuasive black eagle owl and Adduco had not since left Harry's side. and so Draco's wand had stayed with Harry. The other Aurors, though they didn't know who's it was (except for Ron eventually) had called it lucky; having been there when his own had been knocked from him and saving his life. The nights and weeks and months after Ginny had died, Harry had waited still. Yet, no Draco. Harry was alone. He had mounted massive searches for the man and his heir. He was gone. Eventually, Ron and Hermione had to be told and they had understood though Ron had needed time.

Harry broke himself from his reverie, only to find Ron still there, patiently waiting. He was used to Harry doing this type of thing. Harry was confused though, when Lucius was spotted these days, Harry never went. He merely sent other Aurors to look and gather intel. Lucius was far too intelligent to still be anywhere near by and therefore get caught. Realizing he had Harry's attention again, Ron continued, still smiling.

"We have a pretty reputable source stating that he was damaged pretty badly in the duel. So next time we have a lead- if it's soon- we may have the upper hand. Assuming he's still wounded, that is."

"Who in their right mind, besides one of our department would openly attack Lucius Malfoy in muggle London?" Harry asked, confused. Lucius was powerful and dangerous, a formidable apponent. Ron's grin broke and Harry knew he'd hit the nail on the head.

"Well, our source says that she did not recognize the other wizard. Description says," Ron paused, pulling out the parchment in his robe pocket, taking his time to gently unfold it. He even went as far as straightening the folds out on Harry's desk before bringing it up to read, "and I quote, 'the other wizard was dressed in muggle clothing and carrying a small child- around the age of ten. He was using wandless magic and I almost didn't notice him, he blended in so well with the muggles. What got my attention is that the three of them, Lucius, the other wizard and child, appeared to be from the past, present, and future- like triplets at different ages... strangest thing I ever saw.' and then it goes on to say when Lucius was wounded, the man and child apparated away." Ron glanced up from the parchment at Harry, measuring his reaction.

All the color had drained from the lead Auror's face. He was now pale and looked to be in shock. His mouth hung open slightly and his breathing had slowed to almost nothing. It was like he'd been turned into one of Medusa's statues.

"Also, the apparition signature isn't registered. Anywhere. On top of that, Harry, George called today to say he could have sworn he saw Draco- just as he was in first year, going into the Leaky Cauldron." At this, Harry gasped for breath- having forgotten to breathe. His hand was firmly grasped around Draco's wand in his pocket, his eyes staring at Adduco who sat quietly in the corner, sleeping on his perch.

"He's back," Harry said, his voice barely a whisper, "Ron... he's back." Ron nodded, bringing himself to stand.

"So, you want us to keep the kids?" he asked, smiling softly at his friend.

"Yes... please, and thank you..."

"Maybe we'll even keep them for a few days, give you plenty of time to search." Ron said, moving to the door, "I'd get going if I were you, Harry, he doesn't stay in one place long." Harry nodded dumbly, and then, coming back to himself, jumped up.

"Adduco! Let's go." He said and the bird awoke, stretching his wings before flapping over to land on Harry's shoulder as he breezed past Ron, informing his secretary that he may be out of the office for a few days and if he were to be needed to ring him by his Auror bell. Harry reached the apparition point in no time and quickly found himself in the middle of Diagon Alley, his eyes instantly searching for the white blonde hair.