Authors Note: Hi everyone, I know I had this story on complete for some time and it was, I just thought of this little one-shot today about how Harry saw the first of Draco's rebirth forms instead of the last. It does include a lot of repetition from the main story and I doubt anyone who hadn't read it would get it fully so instead of posting it as a one-shot I thought I'll just add it to the end here. I don't know if you'll like it because it is basically a recap of a lot that was already mentioned but it is from the point of view of Damion and such includes his feelings. How it was to live with those dreams he had about his previous life as Draco and too long to find that boy from his dreams (Harry) and never finding him again until he is twenty. If you find it interesting I might make a similar one for his next life and how that went but like I said I'm not even sure if anyone will like this one so I'll wait for your reactions and I'm not sure if I will yet so this will stay as a complete story.

Damion

A sigh comes over his lips like so many times before. Why did he have to see that annoying psychiatrist today of all day's? It's his birthday after all. But then again. What does it matter? Not like he has anyone to celebrate it. His psychiatrist blames his so-called depression for that fact. Damion blames his dreams as he had told her just today. His dreams of that green-eyed boy that he has ever since he was about six or seven. Or was it even earlier? He's not sure anymore. It feels like he dreamed of that boy all his life.

He rushes through a street with the strangest shops around him. If the boy isn't strange enough, the shops certainly are Damion still hasn't dared to talk about them. A shop for wands, one for cauldrons and another for parchment and quills. One of the strangest was a shop called magical menagerie that sold owls or the strangest cats he has ever seen. Well, to be fair it wasn't that much stranger than a wand shop but maybe that one was for kids or cosplayer, but those cats and owls? Was it for Halloween or something? He can't remember ever having seen anything like it for real though.

Damion looks up at the man he passes and glances into his eyes only to look away again sadly. They were boring blue like so many eyes around him. The street is mostly deserted on his way to the park. He likes taking the detour through that park and look at peoples' eyes. Always hoping to find those piercing green eyes of that strange boy he dragged through that strange street with those strange shops in his recurring dreams. He had mentioned that dream for the first time today in one of his sessions. Not the shops, but that boy.

With a sigh, he remembers the whole dream again. He had told her most of it. How he had rushed through a populated street. He was still small and could feel a small hand in his own. Damion was dragging that other person behind himself in that dream. His voice sounded terrified when he spoke, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Damion had only told his psychiatrist that he had tried to reassure him because clearly, he wanted to bully his own father to buy him something by running off. He didn't dare to tell that in his dreams he heard a strangers voice speak from his own mouth saying, "Don't be a chicken. I need a new broom and this way father will get me one for sure."

A broom. Why should he want a broom and why was his voice so strange? Granted it probably had changed since he was that age and he couldn't exactly remember how he sounded back then but still, he is reasonably sure that it wasn't like that. And he certainly had never run off on his parents to bully them to buy him something.

"But we can't just run off. What if something happens?" that terrified voice had asked from behind him. A voice that in his dream didn't have a face yet.

"What could happen? If I'm lost and father has to find me, he always buys me whatever I want if I promise not to run off again." That strange voice answered coming once more from Damion's mouth. It really was a silly thing to dream of. He had never done that. So why would he say that he had done it before?

That terrified voice answers again and clearly is more reasonable than Damion was in that dream "But then you promised before and shouldn't run off."

Damion stops his musing, passing another man and glances into his eyes. He looks a bit longer this time because they are green, but not as pure. There is a bit of blue mixed into it and the shape is all wrong. He sighs the eyes he is looking for belong to that voice he hears at the start of his dream. The voice that tried to stop him from running off but clearly failing. Damion sighs again remembering the response that had come from his lips after the voice reminded him that if he had promised not to run off he shouldn't do it. "How would I get anything I want then? You are such a wimp." Even in his dreams, he regrets it by now before he says it. The dream is so deeply rooted in his brain that it feels like reliving a memory that he regretted a long time ago already. Ever word from him he regrets but that wimp is one of the things he regrets most.

"But I don't want Sev to be mad at me." The terrified voice whines from behind every time he hears it Damion wants to turn around so badly to hold him and comfort him but he can't change the dream no matter what he tries. The voice just goes one while he walks on carelessly, "I don't want him to hate me."

"He'll be way to happy to find you again to be mad." His own strange voice insists uncaringly. His voice is harsh and annoyed more than comforting.

"But what if he won't buy me ice cream?" that terrified questions while Damion wants to wake up by now. Not to hear what comes soon and how helpless he feels every time he has this dream, "He promised he would but if he's mad he maybe won't."

"I'll get father to buy both of us some and now be quiet I need a new broom." Damion's dream self says, "And you better not annoy my Felix, I want to see him again when I next come." He wonders who Felix is whenever he dreams of that. He has no idea. He never heard that name and what does he mean with flying with him? Is it a pilot and has a small plane to take him out? Damion has never been in the air. He even asked his parents once to make sure of it, but he has never been in any plane!

"I promise you will." The scared voice says sounding even more scared than before and Damion once more wants to turn around and hold that boy he drags, "But please let's go back."

At that moment his dream self sees a blond elegant but a strangely dressed woman. But then again, they all are dressed in a strange way. But this woman, in his dream he always thinks it's his mother and that he'll get busted. He drags the boy into another, darker side ally saying, "Quiet, my mother walks there. She'll bust us if she sees me."

At that moment he turns partly to the boy he dragged to press him into the ally but his eyes are so focused on that blond woman that Damion still can't see that boy's face so he wants to see it and fears to see it at the same time.

"I wanna go back." The boy pleads desperately.

Damion wants to wake up more than ever to stop his mouth from saying the next words but he never can, they always come over his lips and he wishes to die from the mortification that he could say that word to that desperate boy a second time. "You really are a wimp."

"But what if he sends me back?" the boy asks and Damion finally looks at him at first he feels the annoyance he doesn't want to feel for him but than he sees those big green eyes with tears in them those eyes that beg Damion to protect him, to care for him, to never leave him alone. Eyes that are so full of emotions, so full of pain that the words that come next never surprised him, not with the pain in those eyes, "I don't wanna go back to Aunt and Uncle. I don't wanna be slapped and locked up again. I wanna stay with my Sev who gives me food that I like and tells me to tell him when I'm sick and promised not to get mad when I am."

"They locked you up?" Damion's voice is surprised but he never really is. He knows this happens and just wants to hold that boy close and never let him go again. To get him all the ice cream and food he likes to get him the best home and protect him from anyone and everyone.

"I want my Sev…I wanna go back." That boy whines and then the strangest thing yet happens, another thing Damion never once mentioned. He sees a blue light surround that strange boy and since he is still holding on to his arm from dragging him around the light surrounds him too and the next moment they are in the strangest toy shop ever. One with moving figurines flying toys that move without the need of a controller and everything is colourful and moving and makes sounds.

And for some reason, Damion always mumbles a shocked, "Felix."

"Don't tell, Sev said not to tell." The other boy whispers quietly his huge green eyes looking afraid and searching around for help until they tear up more, "Sev's gone…"

After that Damion always wakes up with a scream. Sev is gone is the last thing he hears and Damion always wonders, did they find that Sev. Did he forgive that sad boy or was he as mean as that Aunt and Uncle he mentioned. Damion would give his life to protect that child, to help him and hold him close but he never saw him in real life.

The need to find him is getting so overwhelming thought that he did mention it to the psychiatrist. Not that strange magical stuff about it. Just that he dragged a boy that turns out to clearly have been abused by someone and that he wanted to go back to the first person that had been nice to him but he stopped him and how he saw those eyes and his need to find and protect him. That is all he said. The psychiatrist had just told him that the boy was probably a representation for his own loneliness and that he needs to let go of that to find his own happiness. Stupid woman. How on earth should he let go of those eyes?

A couple passes him shortly after reaching the park and Damion looks into his eyes, grey, and at her necklace. It isn't the green one he feels forced to draw. A necklace that boy, though older in that dream, has given him. He might have the same one of that younger boy every night but for a few years now, not as long as the first one. He dreams of that necklace being given to him whenever he somehow manages to fall asleep again after that first one.

In that dream he is outside on the grass, both of them dressed strangely and the other boy has a black feather and a green stone in his hands, both in a different one, and then his eyes glow right before the stone in his hand glows too and he moves the feather towards the stone, slowly the stone changes and seems to move like it's alive, it's starting to turn into a chain of small round Emeralds that link into each other and move into a long circle that will easily fit over someone's head without hanging to low. In the middle, a snake starts to form and grow moving around the chain and eventually moving its body around the tiny feather and curling up and eventually stops to move. The snake's mouth is close to the feather but instead of biting into it, it seems to hiss towards whoever might have dared to come close. Like the small Emerald snake is protecting its treasure. "Do you like it, or do you want me to change it into something else?" the boy asks shyly.

"It's nice." Damion says with the same strange voice as he has in the other dream and with a blush taking it from the hand of the green eyes boy and already pulling it over his head, "It really is beautiful and I'm grateful, but it doesn't make it better that I have to share you."

The boy with the green eyes grins, looking much happier than in the first dream but his need to protect him is still just as strong, a fear that someone might take that smile from his face again and somehow he is sure that the smile is just on the surface. That the pain is just hidden beneath it and still just as strong. Still, that boy asks, "Does it change anything if I tell you that the feather is connected to me as well as the stone by now? Whenever you're touching any part of that necklace, I'll feel it. And if you call my name while holding it, I'll hear it. I'll hear whatever you say while you're touching it. But don't worry I made sure you have to want to touch it so if you're just wearing it and your neck is touching it, I won't hear everything. Just if you think of me and want me to hear you while touching it, it'll work."

After that Damion wakes up again. He had drawn that necklace many times over the year. It was the only thing he ever did draw because whenever he has a pencil in his hand and is supposed to draw anything that necklace is all that comes to mind. That and that saw boy but he just isn't able to draw well enough to do him justice, so he sticks with the necklace.

He walks by a bench and eyes the young man sitting there. He freezes seeing his face. And most of all his green eyes. A perfect replica, just slightly older vision than even the version in his second dream. And even though the man smiles gently at him, Damion can even nearly feel an underlying pain and fear that is hidden just beneath the surface.

"Hey." Damion can't help but say, feeling his heart speed increase and a small and happy smile form on his lips. "I'm Damion, who are you? I mean, I've never seen you around here.

"My name is Harry." The man replies with the same gentle smile. "But for some strange reason, some call me Felix. Maybe because the name means luck and I sometimes have the strangest luck. Do you live around here?"

"I do," Damion replies nearly shocked to hear the name Felix that he had heard in his dream. "And you, where do you come from?"

"I was born in a small area called Godric's Hollow. But I barely remember that. I've moved around a lot. Like, really a lot. I think I've been nearly everywhere on this planet by now." He smiles jokingly but something in his voice makes him sound as lonely as Damion sometimes feels.

"I've never been anywhere," Damion says sitting down on the bench next to him. "But I always wanted to see the world. How long will you stay?"

"A while I think," Harry replies with a gentle and caring smile. "Depends on a few factors so I can't say for sure."

"How long have you been around here?" Damion asks next trying to find out more about the stranger that looks like he jumped right out of his dreams.

"A little while," Harry replies. "Doesn't feel very long yet though.

"I could show you around some more!" Damion offers just to make sure he won't lose sight of him again right away and feels a blush come to his face. It must seem like he's flirting. Maybe he even is a little considering how a smile from that man makes his heart beat accelerate. He never even considered that he might be gay before. He hadn't thought about the tiny boy from his dream in such a way, probably because he was a tiny boy in need of a caretaker and not a paedophile monster! But this man, he certainly wasn't a small helpless boy. Despite the sadness, he could feel the strength and confidence behind his relaxed posture. Damion was sure that no matter what this man had been through to make him feel like he doesn't have a real home and move around so much, he has learned to take care of himself. And that certainly is a look that makes him unbelievably sexy. Damion doubts that any girl would push him from their bed. He certainly wouldn't, though that thought slightly scares him. But then again, he had never had any interest in any girl and just thought of those eyes. Those eyes that he was now slowly getting lost in.

"I think I'd like that." The man says gently and smiles caringly. "We could start with you showing me a good place to have lunch."

"It does sound good," Damion replies but looks worried. "I know a really nice little backer too. My mother loves it a lot, but I fear I won't be able to stay long. My mother might get worried and she was expecting to go out with me later for my birthday."

"Well, then happy birthday." The man says, "If you don't have time for lunch, then how about we meet up later for dinner? My treat!"

"That sounds great." Damion says, "But you don't have to treat me."

"I'd like to though," Harry replies still with that caring smile.

Damion smiles happily and says, "Okay then how about we meet here again around six?"

"Sounds perfect." Harry agrees. "I'll be counting the seconds."

Damion blushes. Was that Harry flirting with him too? He blushes and says, "Well, I'll see you then." He stands and starts to leave only to turn around and wave at the still relaxed sitting man who waves back at him.

Damion nearly runs home and smiles at his mother saying, "Hey, about our trip, can we keep it short? I think I've got a date."

His mother stares at him and Damion can understand it. He can still feel his heart race a million times faster than normal, or at least it seems that way to him. He also feels the huge smile on his face. He must look like a lovesick teen and that certainly isn't something his mother has ever soon on his face. He was diagnosed with a depression a few weeks after those dreams started and he had woken up screaming after hearing that lost boy looking for his Sev, whoever that is. "A date?" His mother asks. "With whom?"

Damion blushes, well, might as well come clean, he doubts his mother will care that his love interest is a guy as long as that smile doesn't disappear again. "I just met him in the park. His name is Harry and I don't know. I saw him and just. I never just never felt this way."

"A guy?" She asks confused and surprised but then smiles a little saying, "I just hope he'll be good to you. You have to invite him here so I can meet him though."

"Slow down, it's our first date." Damion laughs, a sound he himself barely remembers anymore and he sees his mother smile and a tear form in her eyes from happiness.

"Then let's go shopping for your date." She cheers and takes her handbag. "I'll buy you whatever outfit you'll like!"

Damion agrees after the shopping trip he walks with his mother through the park again and is surprised when he sees Harry sitting on the same park bench. Some girls sit on another close by and watch him. Their looks indicating that they do enjoy looking at the hot green-eyed man. Damion frowns. "Something the matter?" His mother asks worriedly. It's the first time the smile falters that day and she really doesn't want to lose it.

Damion blushes and says, "Harry is there, and those girls are ogling him."

"Where is he?" His mother asks and Damion just explains where the other man sits and she starts to look at him too before saying, "He looks hot."

"Mother!" Damion exclaims shocked. The outcry does get them Harry's attention.

Harry smiles at them as soon as his green eyes found them and waves at Damion who waves back. "Introduce me." Damion's mother insists. Go one." She drags her son over there and says, "Hi you must be Harry Damion has told me so much about you already."

"I doubt that." Harry replies but raises from his sitting position and shakes her hand, "Sadly we only just meet but I do hope that you'll hear a lot more about me in the future."

She smiles while Damion just blushes and asks. "Why are you still here?"

"I told you. I'll be waiting and counting the seconds until I see you again. I must say I'm pleasantly surprised to see you walk through the park again today." He takes Damion's hand and moves his thumb over the back saying, "I missed seeing you already!"

"What a charmer." Damion's mother says with a bit of worry.

They stay and talk for a while until Damion's mother asks, "Do you want to come home and get changed to impress your new boyfriend or should I take those bags of you and you two run along."

"But I couldn't make you carry all that on your own." Harry quickly says, "How about I just join and help carry those things and wait for Damion to get changed if he wishes to do so, though, he certainly doesn't need to." Harry looks at Damion with a caring smile saying, "You look absolutely perfect no matter what you wear."

Damion just blushes and mumbles "Okay!" And Harry does take most of the bags and walks home with them chatting easily about some of the places he's seen like an old castle claiming that it was filled with ghost including that of a man whose head was incompletely chopped off and still hung on to his shoulders by a small piece of skin. His story is so vividly told that Damion can nearly picture it.

Harry also talks about real things like the Pyramids and a tropical island that he visited at least once. Damion is fascinated and asks many questions mostly to keep hearing his voice and to stop his mother from asking or talking about embarrassing things. He doesn't need to worry though, his mother is just happy to see her son smile so relaxed and honestly and to see the caring smile on the strangers face. He truly looks like he already deeply cares for Damion. Looking at them it seems more like they had just waited to find each other again than that they just meet.

Damion enjoys the evening with Harry and by the time they have to depart they decide on another date. Damion is surprised to hear that Harry can't give him a mobile number to contact him because apparently he never needed a mobile not having anyone to contact in the first place but says that he'll buy himself one before they meet up again and to give it to him then and asks for Damion's number so he can maybe contact him before that. Just a few hours later Damion gets a voice mail from Harry already saying, "Hi, I've got a phone and one number saved into it already! That's a record for me. And by the way, I miss you already."

The next time they meet they watched a movie and Harry was constantly chuckling during the movie despite it being a horror movie about dark wizards turning people into zombies. After the movie, Damion asks him why and all Harry says, "How about we see each other in the park tomorrow at noon and I'll tell you a real story about witchcraft?"

"How can it be real when it includes about witchcraft?" Damion had joked.

Harry had just shrugged and said, "You'll understand when I'm done telling you."

The next day, on their third date. Damion sat on the same bench he had met Harry on, right next to the very same man and Harry just asks, "Ready to hear a real story about witchcraft?"

"Sure," Damion replies.

Harry smiles and then sighs saying, "A long time ago a small boy was born. His name was Harry James Potter and the little boy had no idea about a prophecy that said he was able to defeat the darkest and most feared dark wizard in the history of the magical community. What no one knew though was that he was a very special wizard himself. He could do something only very few could do. At a young age, younger than any before him, his family noticed that he could change into an animal on instinct. Some wizards can learn that they are called an animagus, but this boy turned not only into a normal animal, and he didn't need to go through the normal process of changing. He was able to just turn at will into a Phoenix, a magical and somewhat immortal bird that can be reborn from its own ashes after burning when it dies. The dark Wizard though knew part of that prophecy and to prevent his own demise he planned to attack the boy before he was too old. A few months after the boys first birthday he attacked the small family and killed first the father, then the mother and then the boy. The child's body burned and from its ashes, a small baby Phoenix was born that not long after changed back into a boy. Because a Phoenix grows much father that small amount of time was enough for the boy too look like a one-year-old though he was a few month younger again. Something no one noticed." Damion listens how the story goes on explaining about the boy being sent to live with his only blood relatives because apparently someone thought that it was his mother's love that had created blood protection and that would only last while he was with her family. And while he did have that protection that could save him from some things, it did not protect him from his own family that hated magic and everything and anything that had anything to do with it. Including their tiny nephew. The story explains how he grew up in a cupboard how he was neglected, barely feed and beaten until after one particularly bad night he was locked out of the house in a snowstorm only to risk his own life to hopefully find some acceptance or to die and be with his parents. Instead, he changed once again, on instinct into a Phoenix and found a man that could understand and protect him. The man thought he was a shadow Phoenix due to the unusual black colouring that the boy didn't use to have in his Phoenix form before. The story explains how the child slowly grew to trust the man, how he changed back to a boy and started to relearn to live as a human. Harry tells Damion how the boy found his first friend, a boy called Draco that had flown on a broom with the bird before he ever changed into a boy again. Damion nearly says something when Harry's story includes his first dream in pain striking details, even saying the exact same things and telling him how he felt being called a wimp by the older boy. Damion nearly cries hearing that and suddenly he knows. Harry has waited for him, he has waited to find him again. He's a wizard and a Phoenix. And Damion himself used to be Draco. Damion continues to listen to Harry's life so far and everything the man had been through from fighting a Basilisk with ease to curing the soul of his parents' murderer. How he fell in love with Draco and was together with him for a long time. How he saw the soul of his old headmaster again years after he had died and how he, or the Harry from the story, had always hoped to one day find his Draco in some form again. How he'd do anything to gain his love again.

After that story is done Harry just sits there and waits for Damion's reaction. All he can say though is, "Magic is real huh? I guess I was Draco wasn't I?"

Harry just nods. Damion watches him for a moment longer before he leans over and kisses him saying, "I love you. I always have and always will!" Harry just smiles and holds him close before he hands him the necklace, he had mentioned in the story more than once. Harry also explains how he has no papers right now but that they can still travel by flashing around and that he can show him the world and that Harry can flash into his vault in Gringotts and take out coins from there to support them both. Damion insists that he is working and will continue to do so there is no reason to treat him like a spoiled brat. But that a bit of extra money might be nice on occasion. Soon after Damion and Harry already move into an apartment together. Damion's mother is a little worried that they are moving so fast but since ever since Damion met Harry he seems to be magically cured of his depression, she doesn't say anything against it and just hopes that their love will last.

Damion, on the other hand, loves the fact that most of the housework is suddenly done by magic and that Harry really does flash with him to New York or LA for a shopping trip or the Amazonas for a "walk" or the great barrier reef for a swim. Damion is particularly happy when he sees Harry's Animagus form. A beautiful fiery red and gold Phoenix!