Hi guys.. I wish to say that I was doing some really important thing that really makes sense and make you all forgive that I ignored you all and threw this fanfic to the bin. But, no.. I have no good excuse..
The only thing that have happend was that I got a virus that made me have to delete EVERYTHING on my computer and that Ive been very depressed lately... But Im alive and kinda well, so even with my new school that started some days ago Ill try to continue on this, and make it as good as I want and you guys deserve. So enjoy~
Just letting you know that my WordPad have no spellcheck and Im not good at spelling so there WILL be grammatic errors. If you review to comment my horrible spelling you have to write three things you like and three things I could make better. No flamers, please.

From that moment Draco visited the mirror every day, he watched his family go on picknicks, Johnathan go to daycare, Johnathan get kicked out of daycare when he lit his caretakers hair on fire, the other twin, Neal start school and just be a family. Draco sat there on the floor, wrapped up in a blankets for hours at a time, only slept when his body shut down.
He did go to lessions but his grade had dropped, he didn't care about that anymore, every second he wished himself back to the mirror, to the life he had.. Or would have in the future. He looked into the golden mirror, wawed his wand and make the blanket came that covered the golden frames.
OK, he really needed to sleep and do his homework. He turned to the door to leave but felt like a part of his soul was ripped from him, like it hurted him to his bones to leave the only bit of love he had: A piece of mirror.. When he got out he almost smiled as he looked at the clock on the wall, it was morning and he was late. Again. He started to go to the lession, again missing a night of sleep.

Harry looked at the empty chair, Draco was late. Again. He knew that he was some minutes late himself but why did he had to be paired up with Draco as a punishment..? Before he would have loved it, to just look at Dracos face, maybe 'accidently' splashing him with a spell, having to wipe him off or 'accidently' touch his hand. But now it was pure torture, to see Draco like that, rings under his eyes as black as Harry's hair. The hottest talk right now was what Draco was doing instead of sleeping. According to a slytherin student he was never in their commonroom and seemed to dissapear into thin air. But Harry knew, he never were anywhere visable on the Marauder's Map, meaning he had to be in the Room Of Requirement.
He tried to get into there, walked past it time by time thinking of things that would open the door. He was down at plan Z when he had stopped trying, he wasn't going to get in. He looked up from his thought as Draco walked in, or more dragged himself, he looked dead tired, like he would faint at any second. Draco took the only empty seat that was next to Harry, didn't even greet him. In fact his face turned a slight red-ish color.
Harry looked over at Professor McGonagall who continued to explain. The consept was simple, say the spell and look into the water, picture your workingpartner in your mind, she explained and showed as the water started to shift colour, just slightly and then more until it was a picture of Dumbledore on the water. She reached her hands in and grabbed the.. Thing which now looked like a painting.
She held it up for them to see. "As you can see there is a slight gray tone in this picture, and he looks pretty busy, but if you look pretty closely you can see the pink details and how his face seem to glow. That is because he is my boss, but yet a person I like. Now, the person on the right will start and remember to say the spell; 'Verum Speculum' clearly and focus on the picture in your head. Then you will both analyze it together and see if you see any feelings in it. When you are done then the person to the left will do the same."
She looked around in the classroom with the look that seemed to pierce your soul. When noone made a move she put her hands on her waist, "Get to work, now." She said, made everyone look down at the water.

Harry turned to Draco and looked at him, trying to picture him in his head clearly. Not that it was hard, the perfect skin, lovely thin face and grey eyes. He smiled slightly at Dracos turned away face and looked to the water before closing his eyes, taking his wand and mumbling the spell. He opened his eyes and gasped some seconds after as the picture started to show. It was Draco there but he looked different. Draco was sorrounded by a slight glowing and had a slight smile that could compeat to Mona Lisas (And probably won).
Draco looked like an angel on earth, complete with the pink clouds in the background, one could almost see the small hearts around him. Draco looked at it and found himself smiling, but as soon as he noticed his actions he looked away, blushing. Harry smiled at Dracos rosy cheeks, "Your turn, Malfoy." He said as he took up the picture from the water and put it next to himself.
He watched as Draco said the spell as clear as his small voice could. Harry saw his face starting to show on the water. Harry smiled, how would it look? Was he still mad..? Would the water turn dark or blood red from his hatred? He looked as the image started to get more clear. But it was something wrong..., it wasn't him.
Well, it looked like him but it wasn't him. The face was younger, around 7 or 8 and the eyes was grey, the nose was more thin than his own too. And he didn't have glasses. It more looked like it could be his child if anything. Draco opened his eyes and opened his moulth in fear. "It's OK. McGonagall said it sometimes happens if you don't concetrate enought." He said and lifted the picture up from the water.
"Though it looks like my child. Heh, if I had a son I would name him-" "Johnathan." It was a long paus as Harry stared at Draco, how did he know..?! "Yeah.. Either that or-" "Neal." Draco interupted again before looking down at the floor. "I-.. I heard you say it..?" It sounded more like a question than an answer but Harry accepted it, it was the only logical answer.
It was quiet for a while before Harry talked "So.. How is the room of requierement?" He said, continued to write down what he saw in his painting. Draco tried to ignore what Harry said, but tensed up "Its good. That room can never be explored enought."
Harry smiled and nodded "I agree. Did you know that you make the room do the weirdest thing. Combined with what's inside it, you can even make it bring your dreams to life? Even if its not for real"
Draco at the painting, writing down the emotions he saw in the picture of his son.. Their son..
He tried to not get any 'good' ideas from Harrys talk. But appearently it was too late.
He already knew what to do.
He would get to meet his family.

For real.