Disclaimer: Not J.K.R…thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH…yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Anonymous Boy

"I think we have a break in the mysterious 'No Voldemort action' case," Lupin called, walking in on an Order meeting.

Dumbledore looked up at him.

"Tonks and Severus have restrained Crabbe and Goyle Sr. They showed up outside of the Dursley house shortly after you left."

Lupin nodded and took his seat next to Moody. "The anonymous tip I got wasn't so anonymous."

"You were with holding information from us, Mr. Lupin?" Minerva McGonagall asked.

"It wasn't important at the time, but now, Lucius has told me something that makes it significant."

"Go on, Remus," Dumbledore insisted.

"Well…the tip was from Harry."

Everyone's attention quickly shifted to the werewolf. He'd heard from the boy that no one had seen in three weeks and was presumed dead.

"The note wasn't signed, how do you know it was from Potter?" Moody asked.

"Because," Lupin began. "It was addressed to 'Moony', my nickname in school. James, Sirius, and Peter only knew it, but Harry found a map, and he was the last person to know. Harry's the only likely suspect, because it's not likely that Peter would tip me off, and I have no reason to believe that Sirius or James have risen from the dead."

Dumbledore nodded. "So what happened to make this adequate?"

"Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's heir, he's taken over the Death Eaters, and Lucius believes it was Draco that set him up."

There were murmurs and whispers around the table.

"So you think Harry and Draco are working together?" McGonagall asked.

"Impossible." Snape and Tonks entered the room. "A Slytherin and Gryffindor, that Slytherin and Gryffindor? It would never happen," Snape assured the room.

"Please, Severus," McGonagall went on. "You know as well as I do that the pair had been getting considerably close before they disappeared."

"She's right, Severus," Dumbledore agreed. "I noticed it as well, or at least, I didn't notice the quarrels."

Snape sat down in defeat.

"So now we figure out how to contact Harry, and see if he'll tell us what's going on," Arthur Weasley offered.

"No," Lupin said. "We wait for him to contact us."

"Potter," Blaise called from the kitchen. It seemed their little cozy cabin was getting littler and less cozy.

Harry popped his head in from the porch. "Yeah?"

"I've got to get out of here, you up for a movie?"

"What's playing?"

"I don't know, but at this point, I'll see anything." He grabbed his coat off one of the bar stools.

"I'm just going to stick around here," Harry said, walking into the kitchen.

"C'mon, Potter, I'm suffocating in this place. I have to get out," Blaise whined.

Harry hesitated. "One movie?"

"Just one, and you can come straight back," Blaise pleaded.

"Okay." Harry nodded and grabbed his own coat.

Six Hours and three movies later…

As Harry collapsed on his bed, he heard Blaise fumbling around in the bathroom.

It was almost two in the morning. They'd stayed at the theater for more than the one movie Blaise had promised, and with the hike home (busses had stopped running at midnight) Harry was wiped out. Blaise didn't look so good either.

The Gryffindor pulled back the covers and was about to settle in for the night, and most of the next day, when he noticed a piece of parchment lying on the usually empty desk in the room that his boyfriend typically occupied.

He walked over and grabbed the letter.

Harry,

Came by looking for you and Zambini, got a little worried when neither of you appeared to be here, but then I saw the remains of breakfast on the stove and figured that you had just gone out.

I waited around as long as I could, but I had to get back to the Riddle place by ten. Sorry I missed you.

Love, Draco

Harry's heart sank, he crumpled the note and tossed it back on the desk, and then he barged into Blaise's room.

"I'm going to kick your arse, Zambini!" He jumped on the bed, crushing the Slytherin.

"What the hell-?"

"Draco came by while we were at the cinema, for six, sodding hours!" Harry hit Blaise with a pillow violently. "He waited around then left at ten!"

"Calm down." Blaise was trying to block the repeated pillow hits. "I'm sorry! But think of it like this: If he was able to get away once, he can do it again!"

Harry stopped and stood up. "You're right. I just… freaked out. I really wish I could have seen him, you know? He tossed the pillow back on the bed and headed for the door. "Night."

"Bloody hell!" Blaise cried before lying back down in bed, his guard up for several minutes before he was able to try and sleep.

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