Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, and my psychiatrist tells me despite what I may think sometimes, I'm not J.K. Rowling

Rated M for future sexual content & strong language!

A.N.: This was a challenge issued by angelindisguise247 I was thinking about it and I'm not gonna post the entire challenge, the name of the challenge was the "The VERY VERY long challenge/idea. Very. " So that should give you a good idea as to why I'm not posting it...plus it just gives too much away :P So the plot is not purely mine. It's based off of her idea with my own unique spin on it.

It's Draco/Harry so obviously it's slash. If you don't like boy on boy action HIT THE BACK BUTTON. All flames will be answered publicly. I am not a professional writer so please don't expect me to be. However constructive criticism is always welcomed. I'd like to thank my betas, the lovely shadeshadows and aboxforpandora. Thanks!! Enjoy and Review!

"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwrit…"

The words of the song coming out of the alarm clock were suddenly cut off by a hand crashing down onto it, hitting the snooze button. A groan emerged from the lump tangled in sheets and blankets on the queen size bed.

"Ughhhh…What the hell was that crap?"

The lump revealed itself to be a boy, no more than 17, clad only in sleeping pants. The boy rubbed his eyes sleepily, and gave a stretch and a yawn worthy of a feline.

"Damn it, how many times do I have to tell Siri that it's really not funny to screw around with my station?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth then the offender came barreling through his bedroom door with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Mornin' Harry! I see that you're awake now," Sirius said as he chuckled to himself at the murderous glare Harry was shooting him.

"Siri, for the sake of my sanity please, please, and let me emphasize again PLEASE, stop messing around with my station. I'm liable to become homicidal if I have to wake up to emo bubbley-ness anymore. And I mean who knows…maybe when people get pushed that far into insanity the first thing they do is go after their pets…say their cat, a hamster, owl, lizard, or say…a black shaggy mutt?"

"Fine see if I help you out anymore," Sirius pouted and continued, " I only did it though after that contraption went off like three times and you kept hitting the snooze button. We both know that your father hates waiting to eat breakfast and your mum insists we all eat together. Here I was just trying to be a considerate godfather and help my ungrateful godson avoid getting lectured for acting like a squib and staying in bed all morning."

And with that Sirius tossed his hair over his shoulder with a toss of his head, held his nose up in an air of indignance, and stormed out of the room and down the stairs. Harry groaned and flopped back down on his bed. He hadn't gotten back from his lacrosse match till close to one in the morning and he was tired and had every intention of going back to bed. But just as his head was about to re-introduce itself to his pillow a voice called from downstairs.

"Harry James Potter, you get dressed and get your arse down here right this instant. Your mother made chocolate chip and banana pancakes and I'm not waiting anymore for them. So either you get down here in the next two minutes or I'm coming up there and getting you up myself!"

Harry glanced one more time at the red numbers glowing 9:37 at him ominously and groaned.

"Okay, okay I'm coming dad."

He peeled himself out of his nice warm bed, and the instant that his bare feet hit the cold wood floors he briefly considered jumping back into bed and letting his father actually come up and get him, at least he'd have ten more minutes of warmth. But being the smart lad that he was he knew better then to test his father's patience before he'd had his breakfast. So instead he got up and walked over to his closet and pulled out a pair of loose, faded jeans, a red studded belt, and his favorite Dead Kennedy's t-shirt and headed into the loo. Five minutes later he came out 

washed up and dressed and trudged down the stairs to the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him; His father and godfather were fighting each other over the first pancake as Remus sat back chuckling and stealthily snuck the plate of pancakes away from them and loaded up his and Harry's plates. Harry sat down next to Remus and started eating while watching the spectacle in front of them.

"James! Sirius! Really you two, do you have to have this fight every single time?" Lily said as she walked into the room with a plate of croissants and jams and a plate of bacon. She set the plates onto the table and then turned her attention back to her husband and friend. "Every Sunday morning it's the same thing with you two. You fight over the pancakes and every time you become so occupied in arguing with each other you fail to notice when Remi and Harry take them from right under your noses."

"Hey! Give those back you blimey thieves!" Both men shouted as they reached for the pancakes.

Lily chuckled lightly and shook her head while sitting herself down in between her husband and her son. Her eyes suddenly turning more serious and slightly concerned she looked at Harry, "Good morning sweetie. How'd you sleep last night?"

Harry looked down seemingly slightly ashamed before giving her a small smile and replying, "G'mornin' mum. I slept fine, no problems."

"Good to hear. You got in late last night, so I know that you're tired but I figured that we'd have breakfast earlier today since I know that Mr. Marieur wanted you to be at work at eleven."

"I was going to pop in to see Neville and Luna before work."

"Harry I know that you miss your friends and that you three are close however you can't keep popping in and out of Hogwarts constantly to see them. Just because your magic can get you past the wards doesn't mean that you should. Mrs. Longbottom has written me twice this year already asking me if I knew of any reasons why Neville keeps getting in trouble with Luna for wandering around the castle long after they should have been back in their rooms. Evidently someone has been helping them sneak out using magic, and very strong magic according to Headmaster Dumbledore, to make it appear to the professors and other students that both Luna and Neville are in their beds asleep while they're really off somewhere else. And another odd thing is that the Headmaster said its almost as if they could turn invisible or something because none of the prefects or professors spotted them out, almost like they had an invisibility cloak or something. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you Harry?"

"Wow, look at the time, is it really ten already? Gotta run!"

"Harry James Potter don't you…"

But before she could even finish her sentence he'd already apparated out of the dining room.

"Let it be Lils," Remus said amid chuckles, "He does have marauder blood in him after all. You can't fault a lad for following in his father's footsteps. After all I seem to recall a certain young Gryffindor chap who used to use something along the lines of an invisibility cloak to sneak out of his room at night to meet up with his girlfriend."

And the four old friends launched into friendly bantering, conversation, and reminiscing.

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"Good morning Draco!"

"Good morning mother," Draco replied politely as he walked into the grand dining room to join his parents for breakfast. "Is father not joining us this morning?"

"No your father said that he had pressing matters to attend to and would have to go to France for a few weeks. He wanted to stay till you got up but he really had to leave immediately."

For a split second Draco would have sworn that something akin to disgust registered on Narcissa's features, but it happened so fast he couldn't be sure if he'd imagined it or not. He was only seventeen but by no means was he stupid; in fact he prided himself on his superb observation skills. He knew very well that his parents' marriage was one of convenience and not much more. Lucius had long since decided that "playing house" was beneath him and he'd much rather throw himself into his businesses and mistresses.

"That is a shame. How long shall father be away this time?"



"He didn't say exactly. He said that in order to take care of everything that he needed to would take at least 3 weeks but more than likely longer than that. So it appears that it will be just the two of us for a while." Narcissa said while gesturing to a house elf standing by that she wanted more tea.

"What a shame, I do so hate it when father goes away for so long." Draco drawled with a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Well my dear, I say we take a holiday. Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to do. It's completely up to you. There's no point in staying cooped up in the manor while your father is away. Just name it and we'll do it."

"Anywhere?"

"Anywhere my dragon."

"I want to…." Draco hesitated before he continued. What he was about to say might not go over very well with his mother but if he couldn't be honest with his mother then who could he be honest with? "I want to go to the Muggle world…you know, live like a muggle and do what they do, see what it's like for them."

Narcissa choked on her tea before sputtering out, "You What?"

i Lyrics taken from "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield