Harry age 5 POV

Location: Malfoy Manor

I was gazing into the mirror wondering why I looked so different from my family. I have raven black hair with red streaks here and there and stunning emerald eyes with a ring of brown surrounding the pupil. I had asked my brother once, and all he replied with was that I got my features from the Black family, but I could tell just by the way he was averting his gaze that he was not telling the full truth. I mean, I do look like Uncle Sirius, but there was just something not… right…

But I never expected the answer he gave me when I asked again, two years later.

. . . . Two Years Later . . . .

We were reading in the library next to the grand fireplace. It was winter and a bitter cold had started to blow through the manor. I had claimed the couch, lying on my stomach with the book propped against the armrest in front of me, my feet waving in the air. Draco had stretched out on the persian rug in front of me, doing almost the exact same thing I was, except his book was flat on the ground.

I had grown tired of reading, so I closed my book and let my thoughts take me away. Immediately, my curiosity had landed upon that question and I thought I could amuse myself by asking it. To Draco.

"Hey Draco" I said, leaning closer to the edge of the couch.

"Hm?" He responded, not taking his eyes away from the book he was reading.

"Why do you think I look different than our parents?" I asked him.

I watched him flip a page, the glow of the fire made his blonde hair look orange. "It's simple" He said, continuing his reading. "They're not your parents" He said it so casually, as if he was telling a stranger.

At first I thought he was joking, you know? Playing a trick on his brother. I laughed a little.

"What?" I asked, still hoping that it was a joke.

"Yep" He said, not taking eyes off the page. "We are in no way related"

I thought I could hear my heart shattering into a million pieces, as his feet waved in the air- taunting me.

I was too stunned and heart broken to respond. I just got and left the room, feeling the tears run down my face.

As soon as the doors closed in my room, I ran to my closet and grabbed the child sized trunk that mom and dad- no that Narcissa and Lucius- had gotten me. I wasn't sure what I was packing, but I filled it to the brim with the necessities that I had thought I needed. I didn't even know where I was going, but anywhere was better than here.

'It's official' I thought 'I'm running away'

It's been a couple of days since I left home, and I'm staying with Emily and her parents. I ran into them in a small town not to far from Willshire.

. . . . Flashback . . . .

I was running as fast as I could. I only stopped when I ran into something, or someone…

"Ouch!" I heard someone say just as I did. I looked up to see that I ran into a girl about my age with black hair and blue eyes. She was rubbing her head, and didn't notice me at first.

"Watch where you're going!" She snapped.

"Sorry" I replied miserably, getting up and dusting off the snow that clung to my clothes. "Are you okay?" I pressed closer to her, wanting to help her up.

"What about you? You sound miserable" She got up and dusted off, looking at me as she straightened.

"Uh…" I started, not sure what to say. Did she really want to know what was going on in my life?

I then noticed that she wasn't looking at me anymore, but at something that was next to me. I followed her gaze and saw that my trunk was sitting next to me full-sized, instead of shrunken down in my pocket.

"Are you going on a trip?" She asked me.

"No" I said, ignoring the chill that creeped through my coat. "I'm running away"

"Oh" She said, her gaze remaining steady as she looked at me. "Why?"

"Because they lied to me all my life" I responded.

"Oh, okay" I watched as she went over to my trunk, grabbing one of the handles, she started to drag it with her.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, not knowing if I should follow or not.

"You're staying with us" She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "By the way" She said, stopping to look at me. "I don't know your name"

"Oh" I said. "Hadrian, Hadrian Malfoy, but I'm not sure if that's my name anymore"

"Okay then, Andy" She said, throwing her hand out towards me. "I'm Emily" I smiled and shook her hand, happy that I might have found a place where I belonged.

She then proceeded to drag my trunk through the snow. I chuckled as I watched her struggle.

"You know" I said with a smirk. "You don't have to drag it" She stopped and looked at me.

"Well how else do you expect it to get to my house?" She questioned.

"Padfoot and Mooney" I whispered, watching the trunk shrink into her hand. She blinked in surprise and stared at it for a good moment before I gently took it from her.

"Why didn't you do that before?" She asked. "Wait, how did you even do that?" I shoved my trunk into my coat pocket as I smiled mischievously.

"That is for me to know, and for you to find out" She gaped at me and shook her head.

"You know, I will, and when I do, I will find a way to use it against you" We started to walk through the streets,to find Emily's parents.

. . . . End Flashback . . . .

Draco age 5 POV

Location: Malfoy Manor

I was reading while Harry was talking to me, but I wasn't paying attention to my words. The ones printed before me were more interesting than what I said, but when I heard the door slam behind me, I looked to see what it was. I shrugged it off, thinking it was a house elf being careless again.

When I was done reading, I got up and started to head for the door, but I paused, noticing that Harry was not in the room. I didn't think too much about it, I had just assumed that he went to bed early.

In the morning, I was aroused by the chaos that was right outside my door. I was agitated that they had awoken me so early, but I got out of bed to check out what was going on anyways. I pulled the door open and stuck out one of my feet to stop a running elf. He yelped as he fell face first on the floor.

"What is going on?" I asked him, pulling him to his feet.

The elf jumped on me, shaking my shoulders roughly.

"Master Harry is not in his room!" He squeak-yelled at me.

"Did you guys check everywhere else in manor? Harry's an early riser you know" I then glanced at my clock. "But usually… not this early…"

"Yes, Master Draco, we did check the rest of the house!" He started to bite his nails in fear for Harry's safety.

"Alright" I said. "I'll take the issue to my father." I was also worried about where Harry could be.

'Wait…' I thought, pausing in the hallway. 'Could it have anything to do with the conversation we had yesterday in the library?'

"Where's my dad?" I asked the elf, Dobby, I thought his name was.

"In his study" Dobby replied.

"Thank you " I said, running down the hall.

I ran to my dad's study, not even stopping to knock.

"Dad!" I said, pausing just beyond the door. "Harry's go-" I stopped when I heard a light snore, coming from dad's direction.

'No way… He's asleep!' I thought as Dobby tried to peer around my legs.

"This won't do" I said, gently turning to not frighten the elf. "Dobby, get me my megaphone"

He disappeared, but only for a moment, and when he reappeared, he held my megaphone in his hand.

I took it from him and crossed the room to get next to my dad. I pressed the siren button and he only snored louder. I sighed and shook my head.

"Well, it looks like I have to go to desperate measures" I then turned to Dobby and told him to close the door and plug his ears. When he had done so, I turned the sound all the way up and put the megaphone a foot away from my dad's ear.

"DAD" I yelled into the mic. "HARRY'S GONE, WAKE THE HELL UP. WE NEED TO FIND HIM BEFORE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIM!" I stepped back to look at my handiwork. by now Dad was sitting up in his chair with his hair a mess and paperwork stuck to his face. "Wha….." was his intelligent response. "Draco Malfoy language." He said. I sighed and picked up the megaphone again. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY LANGUAGE RIGHT NOW! I TOLD YOU HARRY WAS GONE AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS DRACO MALFOY WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" I shouted at him.

Lucius' POV

Location: Lucius' Study

I was awaken by a loud shouting in my ear. I couldn't make out what it was saying, all I could tell was that it was ear-splitting. I looked at the source and found my son Draco and told him to mind his language, making him sigh and bring the megaphone to his mouth again.

My only thought was 'oh dear'. I heard what he was saying this time.

"What do you mean Harry is gone? And don't use that megaphone again or both of us will turn deaf" I added before he could use the wretched sound fiend again. Begrudgingly, Draco handed the megaphone back to Dobby, who left the room with it.

"I don't know, Harry's just… gone…." My son replied, tears starting to well in his eyes. I cocked an eyebrow and reached for my wand.

"What's wrong Draco?" I asked, as gently as I could to him.

"Harry and I had a conversation yesterday" He said, sobbing.

"What kind of conversation?" I asked him.

"I don't remember what we talked about!"

"How do you not remember? It was only last night…" I started to get frustrated with my own son, but I saw the conflicted look in his eyes. I could tell that he was blaming himself.

"Draco" I said, going to him and kneeling to his level. "Would you mind if I looked in your memories since you don't remember?"

My son looked at me and nodded, not saying anything as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

I looked into his memories and was disappointed at what I saw. Clearly Draco had misunderstood what I had told him about Harry.

"Draco…" I said, pulling from his memories. "Harry is related to us. He's my nephew and your cousin" I had a firm grip on his shoulders to keep him from shaking. He looked up at me, tears still rolling down his cheek.

"Now" I said. "Let's focus on finding Harry"

. . . . Four Days Later . . . .

After four days of searching, we finally found him. We had made calls to every wizarding family in the area and had showed them a picture of him. We finally got a hit at the Peverells.

. . . . Flashback . . . .

I looked into the fire as Fabian Peverell's face showed up.

"Why hello Lucius, what can I do ya for?" Asked Fabian.

"My son has gone missing, I was wondering if you have you seen him?" I asked.

"Depends on what he looks like." Fabian said with a smirk.

"What do you know about my son Peverell?" I growled at him.

"More than you apparently do." He said with a grin. I had a feeling that he was messing with me, like usual, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Spill Peverell, I know you know something, and if you don't tell me right now-"

"Woah, woah, woah, Lucius" He said. "Cool your temper, I was just messing with you. I heard you were looking for him and he's safe here with me and my family. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? Adrianna has been dying to see Narcissa" I wasn't really sure if I wanted to have dinner with Fabian, knowing him, he'd probably try to prank me again… but, I really did want Harry back.

"Fine" I growled. "We'll be there for dinner"

"Oh, and please bring Draco, I'm sure he would be lonely home alone with the house elves…."

"What the hell did you think I was going to do? Of course I'll bring him1" I responded back to him.

"Fine, fine, until tomorrow Lucius…" And with that, the face of Fabian Peverell disappeared into the fire.

. . . . End of Flashback . . . .

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