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Harry watched Draco pace back and forth outside McGonagall's office like he was watching a tennis match in session. Finally, after at least ten minutes of watching, Harry had had enough. He threw his hands in the air and, jumping to his feet, shouted, "My Gods Draco, quit pacing."

Draco stopped and looked at him pointedly. "I wasn't pacing."

"Oh yeah? Then what do you call walking back and forth a million times?" Harry asked.

"If it were you, I'd call it pacing," Draco said. "But since it's me, I call it doing what I damn well please!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You need to relax Draco. Just sit down and calmly wait for Minerva to come down and get us."

"How do you expect me to calm down?" Draco asked. "Potter, my son has just been kidnapped and I thought his kidnappers were the ones throwing spells at us. But no, it was my best friend."

"You think he may have been in on it?" Harry asked quietly, not completely sure if he should have asked the question.

"I..." Draco shook his head, frustrated, and sat down on the bench Harry had just vacated. "I don't really know what to think."

Harry sighed and sat down beside him. "Look Draco, I know that this is hard for you, but you have to keep a level head about things. Why would Blaise help kidnap Lucas? He's the lead auror on the case."

"Yes, I know," Draco growled. "But why else would he be out in the woods in the middle of the night with a black cloak on shooting curses at me?"

"I..." Harry sighed and patted Draco's back in what he hoped was a comforting way. "That's a very good question."

Draco shrugged in response and the two let silence rein on once again. A few moments later the stairs could be heard creaking and shifting behind them and both turned around just as the statue opened up and Minerva presented herself. She looked at both of them before cocking her head as a signal for them to follow up to her office.

The trio climbed the stairs silently. Harry looked over at Draco about half way up, and upon seeing Draco's tell-tale sign of weakness, cold, burning eyes and a clamped jaw, grabbed his hand and held on tight. Draco glanced at him, but if he was grateful or mad, didn't let either show.

"Drake," Blaise moaned as the three entered Minerva's office.

Draco looked at him, a look no one could decipher on his face. "What have the aurors found out?"

Right after Draco had taken the hood off Blaise, he'd immediately ran to de-ice Harry. With his help, they hovered Blaise back to Hogwarts and to McGonagall's office. She'd immediately took Blaise off their hands, called for aurors, and had the two wait for her downstairs.

"There's four in the Forbidden Forest right now, looking for any sign of the second attacker," she told them as she took a seat at her desk. She folded her hands together and stared at Draco, a calculating look in her eye.

"And what about Zabini here?" Draco asked coldly.

Minerva's eyes flicked to the woman standing in the shadows just to the left of Draco and Harry. "Miss Brown?"

"Headmaster," Lavender smiled as she took a step forward. "Mr. Malfoy, Harry..."

The two acknowledged her with curt nods.

"We've been questioning Mr. Zabini here for the past half-hour," Lavender started. "Apparently, he'd apparated to the gates of Hogwarts at 10:16 p.m. and then proceeded through the grounds to inform Mr. Malfoy of the attack at St. Mungo's when he says he saw a cloaked figure lurking around the school's grounds. He then followed the figure to the edge of the Forbidden Forest until it abruptly turned and went a different way. By this time, Mr. Zabini realized he was not only following someone, but being followed himself."

"That would be us," Harry said.

"Yes," Lavender nodded. "Although, at the time he didn't know who it was. So he followed the first figure into the forest until he lost it. He then waited in the shadows of a nearby bush, hoping to get a glimpse of one of the three of you. But, just as you two made yourselves known, the figure stood up across from him, wand raised, and without hesitation Mr. Zabini threw a curse. Unfortunately he hit you Harry, thinking you were an associate of whoever he was following. The attacker threw a curse and then fled. Mr. Zabini was then hit by the rebound of his own curse and fell to the ground, where Mr. Malfoy found him."

"So he was..."

"Wait a minute," Draco looked confused. "What did you say about the attack at St. Mungo's?"

"At precisely 9:48 p.m. an auror was hit with the crutacious curse at his post outside one Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy's hospital room. Before the perpetrator could get into the room though, three more aurors arrived on the scene and the attacker fled. We have no descriptions and no leads to go on at this time. Although we do believe it may have been Lucius Malfoy or Tawny Mack," Lavender explained.

"Lavender," Harry said quietly, "were you at home when Blaise left tonight?"

Lavender nodded, her features softening as her eyes wandered to her boyfriend laying on the other side of the room. "I can vouch for his story. He'd just received the information and went to inform Draco the moment he found out."

Draco looked down at Blaise, who was lying down on a cot to the very right of the room, and sighed. He'd been so quick to judge his best friend, but here he was, just trying to help him out. Draco quickly walked over to Blaise and kneeled down beside him.

"I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions," Draco said softly. "You're my best friend, the one who's been with me through thick and thin. I know you'd never betray me that way."

"Drake," Blaise smiled tiredly. The curse he was hit with had put him into a deep sleep and he was still feeling the after effects. Both McGonagall and Lavender had been surprised that he'd even been able to tell his story. "It's okay."

Draco smiled down at him and, through watery eyes, bent down to kiss his forehead.

A few days later, Harry and Draco were walking around the lake looking for a good place for a picnic. They'd finally settled down a few feet away from where Lucas had tripped Harry and Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought of the little boy's antics. Gods, he missed Lucas.

"Have you talked to Blaise today?" Harry asked as they spread out the blanket.

"No," Draco said, somehow gracefully plopping down onto the ground with the picnic basket. "He's been busy with the case. They've searched all of Tonga for clues, and found out they'd stayed there about a week before the kidna...." He took a deep breath. "The kidnapping."

"Nothing else?"

"Blaise said one of the shop keepers remember Lucius and Tawny coming in to buy a Saturn 5 and some second-hand children's robes. But he doesn't know anything else," Draco's eyes locked themselves on the lake. "St. Mungo's has decided to let my mother come to Hogwarts."

"That's good news," Harry grabbed a sandwich from the picnic basket and handed it to Draco. "Is she going to stay with you?"

"No," Draco took a bite of the sandwich. "Minerva's set up a place for her in the hospital wing. Although, she may not need it soon. The healers told me she's coming along nicely."

"So she's woken up?"

"Yes, but she's having a hard time remembering things," Draco sighed. "She couldn't remember my name when I went to see her yesterday."

"Oh Draco," Harry looked at him sadly. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm not," Draco smiled grimly. "At least she's awake."

"Yeah," Harry said, grinning. "So was that the reason you brought me out here? To tell me the mother in-law is moving in, or was it so I could lug your picnic around?"

"Neither," Draco told him.

Harry looked at him, confused. "Then why?"

"I've been thinking a lot these past few days," Draco said slowly, almost unsure. "And I've come to the conclusion that, while Blaise is doing a terrific job, he's not doing enough. So that's why I've decided to go out looking for Lucas myself."

"What?" Harry asked, incredulously.

"As soon as I get my mother settled in tomorrow, I'm going to look for Lucas myself," Draco said. "I can't tell Minerva though, because I know she'll stop me. So I was hoping..."

"I'm going with you," Harry said suddenly. "I want to help you look for Lucas."

"Look Potter, you've got a life here. You've got students and papers and... Things you have to do," Draco glanced at Harry. "I can't ask you to come with me."

"You're not asking," Harry said. "I'm telling."

"If we just leave, we could lose our jobs," Draco said, his eyes floating over to Harry's.

"Draco, I don't care if I lose my job," Harry turned his body to Draco's. "I don't care about anything but you..."

Draco's head snapped from the lake, where his eyes had begun to drift to again, to Harry. He looked at him for a moment, his eyebrows narrowed almost gawkingly. "What?"

Harry tried to recover quickly but failed miserably, "Um... You and Lucas. You two are really important to me."

"I don't want you to go," Draco said quietly and somewhat suddenly. He stood up and, wiping his hands on his jeans, looked off into the distance. "I'm sorry, but this is something I need to do on my own."

"Draco, I can help you," Harry said as he climbed to his feet. "I can help you get Lucas back."

"Please Harry," Draco slowly let his gaze wander back to Harry who was now standing up next to him. "Just let me do this myself."

"No Draco," Harry said, grabbing Draco's arm as he turned to leave. "You didn't want my help last time and look where it got you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry knew he shouldn't have said that. He winced as Draco's gaze shifted from pleading to anger in less than a second. Draco wretched his arm away from Harry and glared, his eyes narrowed into small slits.

"I..." Harry began to apologize, but Draco wouldn't hear of it.

"Don't you think I know that Potter?" Draco spat. "Don't you think that I regret that choice every day, and that I will for the rest of my life? I know that I should have told you. I'm not fucking daft. I'm not. Look... I... I can't take back what happened. But you don't have to rub it in my face. My son... My son's gone Potter. So just leave me the hell alone."

This time Harry didn't grab his arm, but chose to let Draco stalk back to the castle, his back hunched over, defeated. Harry couldn't believe he'd said that, used something like that against Draco. But he did, and now there was no chance that Draco would want his help.

Harry sighed... He'd help; Draco just wouldn't know.

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