Summary: Harry's P.O.V. this time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and everything else that I don't own basicly.

AN: and now for chapter three! The last chapter was really short… I apologize.

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Harry smiled watching Ginny play with the neighbor's daughter. It was a hot summer day and all the neighborhood kids were outside with some form of water carrying device or another intent on becoming entirely soaked before the sun could cook them too much. The little three-year-old blond had been splashed with a bucket of icy cold water and had run to the nearest grown-up crying. Ginny had cheered her up almost effortlessly and they had decided that they would rather play dolls than take part in the splashing games of the bigger kids. It was heartbreakingly adorable.

Ginny would be a good mother someday, but neither of them were ready for that yet. He turned to see Remus watching him watching Ginny with an amused expression and Harry laughed.

"Remus?" An unmistakable voice called from inside the house. Harry and Ginny were on a weekend visit to Remus and Tonks' new house, the two newly weds weren't exactly done unpacking yet and they had volunteered to help. "Where is the-"

Remus waved and disappeared back behind the somewhat quaintly creaky screen door.

"Be right there Tonks! What was it you were looking for?"

"The coffee? Where did we put the coffee?"

"It's the middle of the day, why coffee?"

Their lover's argument faded into the kitchen and Harry sighed closing his eyes. Times had changed. They were all getting older and settling down and finding happiness. He knew that was good. It's what he wanted after all, but he somehow only felt restless.

After a while he opened his eyes and got up off the whicker porch chair and climbed down the steps. He squinted shading his eyes from the sunlight and waived to Ginny.

"I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back soon."

Ginny looked up and flashed a brilliant smile at him. Her hair was blowing in a slight breeze and the sun turned it molten red, like lava. She was beautiful in her pale yellow sundress, her brown sandals kicked off and lying nearby.

"Alright. Do you want me to come?" She asked. The little girl sitting on the grass beside her looked crestfallen at losing her playmate.

"That's alright. I think Susan wants you to stay." Harry smiled as Susan's little yellow ringlets bounced from her nodding in agreement. "I'll only be a little bit."

"Alright then, see you in a bit."

Harry walked over and kissed Ginny on the cheek then waived and strolled down the brick walkway and onto the sidewalk.

A car honked somewhere in the distance a dog barked in answer. The birds were somewhere out of the sun, but still audible. The sky was blue and dotted with a few puffy white clouds. But Harry had never been one for perfect times and places. Maybe he was becoming a bit like Mad-eye. He thought to himself a bit bemused. Every shadow held a death eater or a looming white face with red eyes. Every alley was an ambush or a deathtrap. A man mowing his lawn was a ministry spy sent to watch him "for his own safety." His paranoia was getting out of hand and he knew it, but had no idea what to do about it. After so many years of terror and fighting, peace and happiness seemed surreal.

He was leaving the suburbs behind and getting into the more crowded business district when he actually did hear something in one of those suspicious looking shadows. It was in the doorway of a Laundromat that was closed on weekends and therefore dark and abandoned. Harry stopped facing the shadow with a mixture of nervous fear, excitement, and incredulous disbelief at him self for getting so worked up about something that was probably just some drunk hobo. The sound came again, the shifting of fabric uneven breathing. He slipped on hand into his back pocket, fingering his wand, and took a step forward. Whatever it was shifted again, moving away from him, farther into shadow. Harry took a deep breath and then left the sidewalk marching up the stairs and penetrated the darkness. At first he couldn't see and he was terrorized by his temporary blindness, but when nothing happened, no one grabbed him or made any move to harm him at all, he relaxed and his vision began to adjust to leaving the sunlight. The first thing he noticed was a shock of white-blond hair falling around a thin pale face with hollow blue eyes. For a brief moment he mistook the man for Lucius because his hair had grown so long, but then remembered that Lucius was dead.

"Draco." Harry breathed in disbelief. Draco didn't answer. He was sitting with one knee drawn up and the other out and Harry could see the eagle design on the bottom of his right biker boot. "Draco, what are you doing here?"

For another long moment Draco said noting then it may have been better if he had never said anything at all.

"I came to see you." He looked up to meet Harry's gaze square on and Harry was rendered incapable of looking away. He was taken aback, and horrified that Draco would risk his life returning to England to come see him. He wasn't going to try and kill him now was he?

"I want to know why." Draco continued and Harry completely lost him. So he wasn't here to kill him?

"Why what?" Harry asked bewildered.

"You really don't know do you?" Draco asked arching one eyebrow in that familiar way of his that, come to think of it, was a lot like Hermione. "I want to know why you didn't let me die. I was your enemy. I've been a complete prick since the first day we met, and yet when you spoke to me then, it was as if I were something more. Almost as if I actually meant something more to you besides the piece of thrash that I was."

Something was wrong, horribly wrong. Harry felt a sharp pain in the same place that he loved Ginny and had mourned Sirius and hugged his best friends. Draco would never admit to his wrongs, this wasn't Draco, or rather it was, but he was broken. Harry bent down to look Draco in the face and his breath caught in his throat as he saw how hollow his cheeks had become, how his ice-cold eyes full of witty meanness had become dull, and how his clothing hung off his frame as if they had fit once but were now sizes to big.

He didn't have to ask what had happened, he already knew. Running from the ministry and Azkaban had done something similar to his Godfather all those years ago.

"Answer me Potter." Draco snapped and a bit of the life crept into his voice with the annoyance. Harry smiled slightly and stood up.

"Come on lets go somewhere else. Have you got a place to stay? Of course not, and we should eat something too."

Draco glared, "There you go doing it again, you and your damn kindness. It would have been kinder just to let me die you know."

"Come on." Harry said holding out a hand. "I'll help you up."

"You've helped me up enough already." Draco grumbled but took the proffered and anyway.

Together they left the shadowy stoop behind and ventured out into the sun washed street.

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And that's the end of chapter 3! See you soon in chapter 4!

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