A/N: I would just like to say that I've had more trouble with this chapter then it's worth almost, but since the rest of the story won't make any sense without it...I have to post it. If fanfiction will ever let me (smiles) (frowns)

So unless I get lots of reviews from some 'normal' people, (you can review too Rachael (smirks)), then I won't be doing another bonus up-date thing any time soon.

Enjoy! (Because it took me two tries to fix this thing!)

Weber's eyes darted back and forth across the width of the corridor, as he hurriedly searched for any sign of his boyfriend. As he passed another random hall, a flash of color caught his eye, and he paused to see what it was.

Sandy Weasely was standing with her back to him, looking out one of the windows.

"You!" Weber said, staying where he was, "Have you seen Chris Potter?"

The reddish-brown haired girl, turned around so quickly she almost lost her balance, "You're one of his…new friends?" she asked, hugging herself.

Cold grey eyes narrowed, "I'm his-," Weber stopped short, realizing in his anger, he almost told someone about their relationship, "Yes, I'm one of his new friends. Now have you seen him or not?!"

Her own eyes narrowed back at him, "I just saw him run down that way," she snapped at him, pointing down a hall. "You've turned my Chris into a monster! He acts like a…stuck up git to everyone! It's all your fault!"

"Christopher Harold Potter obviously has always been a monster, as you call him. He was put in Slytherin for a reason, and anything that happened to him after that was his own doing! I've only been his friend. If you really think that I'm the whole reason he's like the way he is now, then maybe you should blame yourself. You're the one introduced us in the first place!"

Sandy's mouth hung open in shock, "You used to be nice! On the train you were-"

Once again the air crackled with magical energy, only this time it was on a much smaller scale, "I don't have time for this! You are a Gryffindor, and Chris and I are Slytherins. I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen. Leave. Us. Alone. Or I will turn your precious Chris into a such a monster, that you won't be able to tell it's even him anymore. Clear?!"

Sandy nodded fearfully, backing as far into the wall as she could get.

Satisfied, Weber turned and went down the hall the girl had mentioned the ebony haired boy taking. He didn't know why but he was angry, more angry then he could ever remember being before, and he was also scared. The funny thing was he was almost sure what he was feeling, weren't only his feelings alone.

"Chris?!" he called.Weber only now realized he didn't know where he was. He'd never been in this part of the castle before, which wasn't surprising considering it was only his first week, but he didn't know how to get back to any place familiar from here. Chris would realize this too, when he calmed down a little. They'd both be lost and confused and-

"Are you lost, my dear lad?"

Weber swung around and yelped in surprise when he saw a ghost floating behind him, "No!"

"Well you certainly looked like you were lost, or maybe you've lost something? Your house dormitory maybe?"

"I'm not lost!" Weber said nervously.

The ghost however, didn't look like he believed him, "Then maybe you're frightened of something."

"I'm not scared of anything!"

Hovering closer the ghost raised an eyebrow as the blonde backed away, "It's alright to be afraid. Maybe you could tell me your name?"

"Weber Malfoy!"

"Draco Malfoy's son? Yes of course, why didn't I recognize you before? Look almost exactly like him, except for the hair."

"You knew my father?" he really didn't have time for this. He was getting sick to his stomach with worry, and his head was starting to pound.

"I knew of him. I'm the ghost of Gryffindor house. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, but you can call me Sir Nicholas. Your father was always trying to sneak around inside Gryffindor tower…" the ghost leaned in closer to Weber, "You're looking for that boy, aren't you? The one that looks like Harry Potter!"

"Have you seen him?" the blonde asked urgently, rubbing at his forehead to ease the pain, "I need to find him." The need to find the other boy was far more important than his fear of ghosts now, and he didn't know why.

Sir Nicholas nodded, looking at Weber thoughtfully, "Yes. He didn't look well at all when he passed by here. In fact he looked worse then you do now."

"Please! Where is he?"

"This way, follow me," the ghost said floating into a wall on the other side of the corridor. A second later he was back, looking embarrassed, "Right…You can't go this way…Uh…Ah! Here! This way Mr. Malfoy!" The ghost floated off down a hall on the left, mumbling to himself.

A dizzy feeling washed over the blonde, but he grimaced and hurried as best he could after the spirit. He didn't know how many turns they took or even if they'd taking any at all, let alone how long it actually took to get there, but for him, it felt much longer and slower then it should have been. Sir Nicholas finally came to a stop at a dead end of a hall.

It wasn't really the end of a hall anymore though. Someone had changed it into a sitting area, complete with a fireplace, arm chairs and couches. In between the two couches, on a large rug was Chris passed out and deathly pale.

"Oh dear," Nicholas mumbled, "He's gotten worse." The ghost turned to see Weber's reaction and found him collapsed to his knees, gripping his head in his pale hands. "Mr. Malfoy? Are you alright?"

"No! AHHH!!!" he fell to his side, still holding his head, "MAKE IT STOP!"

The ghost floated there taken aback for a moment, before hurriedly throwing himself into the nearest wall.

Draco settled himself on a comfortable couch next to Harry, who was trying his hardest not to make eye contact with anyone. He'd been that way since his son told him, in simplest terms, that he'd destroyed his life. Despite all attempts on Draco's part, Harry had remained silent and subdued, knowing that somehow, his son was right.

"Alright, Professor," the blonde said irritably, "What were you prattling on about earlier?" He wanted to get this over as soon as possible so he could talk to his lover alone.

McGonagall had seated herself in a comfortable red velvet arm chair. She too, had been silent since she offered to tell them what was on her mind, "First I must ask the both of you something very private, which I think I already know, but where these matters are concerned, I must be certain."

Narrowing his eyes briefly in irritation, Draco nodded, "Alright. Ask."

"Before you left Mr. Malfoy, I know you did not complete your bond, but did you promise each other anything?"

"Of course!" Draco snapped, "We agreed we'd wait for the other, unless one of us was unquestionably dead, or thought to be deceased."

She nodded, her eyes on the floor, "Were there any magic spells, knowingly cast, to insure this promise was kept?"

The Malfoy heir's mouth opened to tell the headmistress off, but before he could say a word, Harry answered for him, "No. We trusted each other too much for that. Agreement binding spells were not used. We trusted each other more then you could ever imagine, and the trust is still there, we just have to…" Harry trailed of frowning.

"The only spells cast then were for lubricant and one for long distance communication between two people," Draco whispered harshly.

At this, the older woman looked up, "You cast a communication spell?"

Harry looked up at her, "I loved him, I still do, and I wanted to be able to have him close in mind, if not physically by my side."

"Did you ever remove it?"

Draco frowned, "No! It wore off almost as soon as I-" he stopped dead, and took a deep breath, "It's gone. It hasn't been here for the last 14 and a half years. Do you really think if it had been working, we would have married different people? That he would have thought I was dead?!"

"Mr. Malfoy where did you hide during the war?" She asked, giving him a weird look.

"I can't tell you that," he bit out.

"Mr. Malfoy, your son and Harry's maybe in danger if you don't tell me! This is important!"

Cold eyes burned into her soul, "What does where I stayed, have to do with my son?"

"If you stayed where I think you did, that communication spell you cast, didn't fade. It changed into something else! Now where did you stay during the war?" she glared back at him, her lips pressed in a fine white line.

The blonde glanced at Harry, who was looking at him steadily, "I stayed in an Elfin Wood in Canada, hidden as one of the Lord's children."

"The Lord of the Canadian Wood let you masquerade as one of his own children?" she asked, shocked. "How did you even-"

"I had fled to Canadian wilderness to hide in the first place. One night messengers from the Wood saw my hair and thought I was of their kin, and showed themselves to me. When they saw I was only a wizard they, took me captive, and brought me to their Lord, to explain myself. I didn't even know there was a Elfin Wood in Canada, let alone that I was near it, and they thought I was a spy."

Harry smiled, "You played an elf?"

Glaring, the heir nodded tightly, "Yes. After I told the Lord of the Wood I wasn't spying on them, that I was only hiding from an evil wizard named Voldemort, while my lover destroyed him, he took pity on me. He changed my appearance, and gave me a room in his house, taking me on as one of his own sons.

"A few months into my stay at the Wood, I fell ill from my body trying to use Elfin magic in place of the type of magic a wizard uses."

"And that's when he gave you that charm," the Headmistress said softly, "but that would not save you. It emits Elfin magic."

Smiling softly Draco nodded, "He took all my human magic from me and locked it away in an orb. Then he gave me that charm, so even to magic reading devices, I would be an elf.

"None of the other elves ever knew I was a human hiding among them. Seldom did I leave the Lord's house, and when I did, I would stay near a 'brother' or 'sister'.

"When news of the end of the war reached the Wood, I wanted to leave, but the Lord, said it was not safe for me to depart yet. He wished that I wait a while. Little did I know a while, for him, was not the same for me. I tried to leave again in a month, but he said I could not go until a year had pasted."

Draco turned and looked at Harry, tears in his eyes, "I tried to escape. I got as far as the ocean once, before they caught me and brought me, screaming and kicking, back to the Wood. I told them you would think I was dead and they said you didn't think that yet. That they were watching you and you were still looking for me. They were lying to me to keep me there."

Harry reached over and cupped Draco's cheek, "Why didn't you tell me that? Why did you make me think you'd stayed hidden that extra year because you wanted to?"

"My Elfin father…didn't want me to mention this to anyone. He didn't want just anyone to think they could come to him when they needed a sanctuary, and be welcomed into his house."

"That is why you know all about elves, then," the headmistress said, frowning softly, "I must ask the both of you something else now. You may be offended by it, but I must know the answer."

The dark haired man brushed his lips against the blonde's in a soft kiss, "Go ahead."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "When you were with your wives, the time you impregnated them with the your first sons, were you thinking about the other?"

The heir snapped his head toward her, "I know what you're thinking now! That's not possible! It can't be."

"What?" Harry asked, taking Draco's chin in his hand and turning his face back toward him.

"I believe the good Professor here, thinks our magic attempted to make each other, since we couldn't be together ourselves."

"I don't-"

Professor McGonagall got to her feet and went to stand behind her chair, "When you didn't bond all those years ago, an unintentional void was made in your mind and hearts. When Draco's magic was returned to his body, the communication spell you cast all those years ago, had altered into a binding spell, linked directly to your minds. When one of you made love with your wife, you thought about the other, because you wanted the woman to be the man you loved.

"Powerful magic has a mind of it's own sometimes gentlemen, and I believe the magic in your bodies felt your incredible wanting for the other, so it made the next best thing. Haven't either of you ever wondered why your first born child acts almost exactly like your lover did?"

"I did wonder where on Earth he got that hair from," Draco mumbled. "He likes me, he just doesn't trust me all the time, and he's far more good natured then any other Malfoy I've ever seen or heard of."

Harry smiled weakly, "I just noticed the other day that Chris was acting like Draco used to when we were still fighting. He hates me with a passion, and acts like the world owes him for being alive."

"And he's in Slytherin!" Draco said smirking.

"Why isn't yours in Gryffindor then?"

Frowning, Draco pondered that,"Why isn't he in Gryffindor?"

"I believe your son was put in Slytherin, because that's where young Harry could have gone. Weber could have gone to either Gryffindor or Slytherin, but I bet he knew Christopher would end up in Slytherin, so that is where he chose to go. You see, the magic believed you would never be together, or it wanted to get you together. Not only were the boys a substitute for your lost lover, I believe they are really, mini-man-made copies of you. They didn't just fall in love which each other so deeply, so fast. The love was already there, thanks to that altered communication spell. They are as close to bonding as the two of you are."

"Oh God," Harry whispered, glancing at Draco, "They're 11 years old and they have to bond?"

"They are soul mates, just like the two of you. Actually, they are you. If you don't let them stay together I'm afraid they'll die soon, like yourselves."

Harry looked at his old professor, "Just how soon before we…"

"I'm afraid it can not wait until after your wife has passed on," she said as gently as she could manage.

The raven haired man drew a shaky breath, "Just the bonding right?"

"Of course. Marriage is only to show others you have bonded. That can wait as long as you need it to."

Draco paled as a thought came to him, "Then when Weber was in the Hall, that magic was…are they as powerful as us?"

"I believe so," McGonagall said gravely, "There is no other way a boy that age could summon that much magic, in love or not."

"We have to get them back together!" Harry snapped out, "They'll get sick if they're apart for too long, if they're really as close to bonding as we are!"

"In that, there maybe a problem," the headmistress mumbled.

"They won't go for it," Draco shook his head, "At least my son won't. He's not going to marry his own brother."

Harry got to his feet, "Then I guess we'll just have to get them to bond and marry before us. That way he won't be bonded or married to his brother. I thought it was a Malfoy thing to marry inside of the family any way?"

Draco was on his feet as well, heading to the door, "Then why am I marrying you again Potter?"

"Didn't you know? Sirius Black was my Godfather, and he's related to your mother, so in a weird way…we are related."

The heir frowned as he exited the room, "We are? Why didn't you tell me that? I thought I was being different for once. We're not really related that way to start with."

Once out in the hall, Harry gathered some magic into a ball and tossed it into the air, "Christopher Harold Potter," he said. A second later the orb floated off slowly, "Yes we are. Sirius was my legal guardian. I was close to moving in with him. Related by law Malfoy."

"Shut up Potter! We are not related. That doesn't count at all," Draco mumbled.

"Does too-"

"There you are! I've been looking for you!" Sir Nicholas said, coming through the floor at Harry's feet. "Your sons are in the Hospital wing. The Nurse said it was urgent that you get there as soon as you can."

Both men looked at each other before bolting off down the corridor.

"I just hope that the nurse had sense enough to put them in the same bed!" Draco said as he raced along beside Harry.

"I hope so too, if not-" he glanced nervously at Draco as they turned a corner.

Catching the look Draco, nodded, "She put them in the same bed, don't worry about it Harry. They're fine."

"I hope so," he mumbled speeding up his pace.

A/N: And there you have it...If you ever want this to happen again from me, I'm afraid you're going to have to do a lot of begging (sighs) Thanks for Reading!