Chapter 1(Present time)

Draco flew down the front stairs of the manor without a worry in the world. He would be starting his sixth year of Hogwarts tomorrow and he couldn't wait. He loved his house and the friends that he made, even though it still felt like something was missing within him, he never stopped to long to think of it. He was happy that his parents had brought him to Diagon ally the day before and he had a brand new broom to play Quidditch.

As he rounded the corner to the tea room, where he knew his parents were going to be waiting for him, he stopped short when he heard his mothers worried voice. Slowing down he stopped just outside of the door and began to listen, hoping he wouldn't be found out,

"Lucius, don't you think he is old enough to know the truth now. He is sixteen years old and I think he needs to know." Draco tilted his head to the side trying to figure out what his mother was talking about.

"I know, I know. I just don't want him to hate us. He has shown he is mature enough to know something like this but I'm just afraid he will never look at us the same again." Draco was really curious now and decided to make him self known so he could find out what was going on.

"Hey Mother, Father." He said as he popped into the room, acting like he had not heard a thing.

"Good Morning Draco. Come sit with us, we were just talking about you." His mother said motioning for him to sit next to her.

"What is so important?" He asked sitting down and grabbing his cup of tea.

"Now Draco, what I have to tell you, you have to promise not to say a word until I am finished. I'm sorry now if you become upset, but always remember that your Mother and I both love you very much." Draco was starting to get really worried and could only nod his head in response.

"While we were in Hogwarts we had a friend named James. We were all very close and the Headmaster did not like this one bit, we thought at first it was because he was a Gryffindor and we were all Slytherins, but we found out later that was not the reason. The Headmaster had heard a prophecy regarding the birth of a son James would end up having, saying that he would become a snake and would have the power to turn everyone against him."

"Now the Headmaster liked his power and began showing hatred towards James, he even went as far as beating him and setting him up with a witch he knew couldn't bare any children. What he didn't know was that James was gay and had lover on the side. He became pregnant himself and went into hiding for two years with his son. When his son was two years old he came to us because the Headmaster had found out and located him."

"When we were all sitting around, your god-father and his son came to join us. After a few minutes the floo flared to life and the Headmaster came in, ended up attacking and grabbed James and the boy he thought was his son. He actually grabbed Harry, your god-fathers little boy. Right before that happened James had asked us to take his son if anything was to happen and raise him as our own, Draco you are that little boy, you are James Potter's son."

Draco felt his heart stop right then, he didn't know how to act. His parents were not his parents. The people he had grow up with and loved had lied to him all these years. The headmaster had taken his real father and Harry Potter was his god-fathers. What was he supposed to say, how was he supposed to act to this news.

"I…Where is my….Where is James?" Draco finally asked.

"We don't know for sure. We never found out. We just knew that Harry was dropped off with James' ex girlfriends relatives saying he was their nephew. James disappeared and Lily was found dead a couple of days later." Lucius replied.

"Who is my other father, you said James was gay and had a lover so I must have another father out there." Draco wanted, no needed to know who his parents really were.

"We don't know that either. James never told us, he said he didn't trust his lover not to tell Dumbledore about you." Draco hung his head and nodded, thinking about how his life was going to change now.

"Were Harry and I close. I mean he took Harry thinking he was me."

"Yes. You and Harry were always together when Severus came over with him, the moment your father would point the other boy out to you, it was like gravity would pull you two together. We had always hoped you both would always be friends." Draco laughed as his father said this.

"Right, well that went over real well. The moment I first saw him in first year I tried to be friends with him. I felt this pull towards him and I couldn't describe it even if you asked. He was with the red-head family and laughed in my face. We fight all the time and even when I do try to talk and he is alone, he brushes me aside and ignores me. Great thing us being friends. I need to be alone, I'll be in my room if you need me."

When Draco made it to his room he looked around it for a minute. He couldn't help but think that his life wouldn't be like this if he was with his real father. It was hard not to think of how he himself would be different. Would he still like Quidditch? Would he still know all the things he knew now, would he still have all the things and the friends he had? Everything was so confusing.

He knew it wasn't his Fathers, Lucius', fault that his father was taken away and Harry was thought to be him. From what he heard around the school about Harry's upbringing he was somewhat glad he wasn't grabbed instead, but he did feel bad for Harry for being taken away from his own father.

It was hard to believe that Severus would sit there in the school and teach Harry everyday and not tell him he was his father. How could the man live with knowing his son was right there and he wasn't allowed to tell him. When he arrived at school tomorrow he decided he would be stop off to talk to his god-father first thing.

He knew his real father was a Gryffindor, so who was his father and why was he in Slytherin? Who was Harry's other father? He had so many questions he wanted answers to but it seemed not every one would be able to be answered right away.

Draco went to bed that night dreaming of his father. He also dreamt about how things would be different if nothing had happened fourteen years ago. When he started dreaming about Harry it was not what he thought the dreams would be of. He dreamed of them holding hands, laying side by side together and happy. Like they were friends and they were always meant to be together. He shot up in his bed when the two boys in the dream leaned towards each other as if to kiss.

"What the hell?" He said.

Draco knew he was gay since he was Fourteen. He had gone out with a housemate, Pansy, because she wouldn't stay away. He found out shortly after their first date that he wasn't into girls and tried dating a guy he liked instead. They lasted for almost a year before the guy wanted to go further and Draco wasn't ready.

Somehow the rumor got around about him having had sex with a lot of people and he just ran with it. It wasn't the best thing to still be a virgin at Sixteen and he didn't want people to make fun of him. After shaking the remaining memory of the dream away, Draco proceeded to get dressed and make his way down to meet his parents. He was going to tell them not to bother to come with him to the train station this year, he still needed time to figure everything out.

"Draco are you ready to go?" His mother asked as he arrived at the floo.

"I'm sorry. I want to go alone this year. I love you both, I do, but there are so many things I need to understand. I need to be alone." He hung his head knowing they would be upset.

"That's alright Draco. We love you and never forget that." He felt his father clasp a hand on his shoulder and his mother hug him.

"Thanks. I love you too. I'll write and see you at holiday." Draco walked into the floo and arrived at the station.

He looked around for a moment at all the families happily saying their goodbyes and quickly boarded the train. Once he found an empty compartment he rested his head against the glass and looked out the window. His head shot up when he saw Harry and his friends laughing on the other side. He took in what the other boy looked like and felt his heart breaking at thinking he used to be friend.

He noticed that if you looked at Harry close enough he did look a lot like Severus. His hair was the same dark color and thickness as Severus when he wasn't standing over potions all day. His nose was the size of Severus when he was younger, before he had it broken, Draco had seen pictures before. His build was the same as the other mans too, how could people not second guess when they saw them in the same room?

Draco stiffened when Harry turned and caught his eye though the glass, smirking when he saw Draco staring at him. Draco quickly looked way and felt his cheeks turn red from embarrassment. He decided to zone out for awhile as the rest of the students boarded the train and couldn't have been happier when it started to move.

He was brought out of his thoughts when the compartment door flung open and his heart dropped at who was standing, smirking at him.

A/N: Well my son's party ended and the kids are crashing from their sugar high's, so I thought I would post another chapter to this story. I hope everyone enjoys.