A/N: Hey guys. I hope you like this chapter, as it wasn't as easy to write as the first. I hope this clears up a couple of questions some of you had from the end of the chapter, but still keeps some mysteries for you to find out more about later in the story. I'll see if I can't post a chapter at least once a week. Later!

Harry paused outside the door, taking the moment to gain his bearings and figure out where he was going now he had left the store. Leaving the store brought back memories of when he and Bill together opened The Devil's Disjunction, a place catering to wizards and witches who needed the help of a curse breaker or defense items to make and keep their houses secure. Bill turned out to be the perfect business partner for the shop, they worked well together until recently. Harry told himself that he should have seen the signs, the way that Bill was always staying out later than usual, doing jobs that were never on the schedule, and then never being able to tell Harry what he had done that day.

Harry started down the alley, intent not only to put physical distance between himself and Bill, but also to find a place to fill his stomach and start looking for a new man. It had been a couple weeks since Harry had caught Bill cheating on him; Harry had taken the necessary time to mourn the lost relationship. He figured that the sooner he moved on, the sooner he would be able to work with Bill again, proving to both himself and Bill that they could move passed the stage of the awkward exes and back to being great co-owners of a very profitable shop.

He squared his shoulders and continued on, into the Leaky Cauldron. He paused a moment inside the door, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He sent a small smile towards Tom, the bartender, and walked to his regular table. After ordering his meal, Harry pulled out the muggle pen he had started carrying thanks to Hermione and a piece of parchment which on one side held the groceries he required when he stopped next at the market.

Harry turned over the parchment and wrote the word "qualities" at the top. He chuckled slightly at the idea of placing this list on the back of his market list, but continued anyway. Each word that came to mind that he hoped would be a quality in his next lover he wrote down on his list. As Harry looked down the list he created, only one man he knew seemed to fit all of it. Harry had no idea how to get in touch with him, or even talk to the man, as they had yet to have a civil conversation in the years they had known each other.

He sighed and placed the list into his pocket. The waitress brought him his food to the table, and he gave her a small smile as she set down the basket of fish and chips. Harry was just about to take a bite when the door to the Leaky Cauldron was harshly pushed open and a tall man stumbled in, barely catching himself before he fell.

Harry's heart began to race. The man that had just walked in was the man that he had decided to pursue. Harry never expected to see him in a place such as this nor in the shape he was in. At that thought, Harry stood up and quickly made his way to the man; it would not do to let his future lover hurt himself by falling in a place such as this. He took the man's arm, starting to guide him back to the table. It was then that Harry realized the shape the man was in.

He looked at the man's face, which was paler than normal, all blood seemed to have been drained from it. The moisture under Harry's hand that he had thought was sweat he now realized was too thick to be, He looked at his hand only to gasp at the sight of so much blood.

"What happened?" Harry demanded to know, hoping to hear the silky tones of the man's voice come towards him without an undertone of disdain. "Who did this to you?"

"No time," the man responded, his voice cracking and hoarse. "You must get help." And with that, he promptly fell unconscious.

Not expecting to have the added weight, Harry nearly dropped him. Harry looked over to Tom at the bar. "Tom, can I use your floo connection?"

"Why certainly, Mr. Potter. You never need to ask to use it, Mr. Potter."

"Thanks, Tom." And with that Harry grabbed a handful of floo powder and said the name of the place that first came to mind where he could seek help for the injured man.

"SNAPE MANOR!"