Disclaimer: Still not mine. JKR is still the proud owner of Harry and Consorts. Mine are only Liliana and Serena Jameson.

Pairing: Draco/OC; Draco/Harry; Serverus?

Chapter 3

The house loomed at the top of the hill dark and haunted. Everybody evaded it as far as possible. Nobody liked the air of despair and depression that seemed to seep from every crocked nail, from every crack in the aged wood.

The garden was wild and untended to. The bushes had run wild and gone to great attempts to hide the door completely from view. But he knew what to look for.

The small dot in the middle of the once beautiful painting of a serpent coiled around a lion still gleamed in a bright red. He could not suppress a smile at the sight of the painting. Serverus had told them the story of the king of lions and the heir of the serpents shortly before the wars peak. He had told them that they should never forget to hold onto each others love in order to survive.

Hesitantly he pushed the button, and the old door opened creaking awfully in the process. Cobwebs hung across the floor, and dust covered every corner. Harry sighed, it got worse each time he came back, Serverus just let the place dilapidate, after all he had nothing to care for anymore, or did he?

He eyed the ceiling wearily, once it had been enchanted and it still seemed to be, but nowadays it always showed thunderstorms or blizzards.

The house was eerily quiet, but Harry knew where to look for his mentor. Yes his mentor strange as it might have seemed, but Severus Snape had been the one who pushed him towards greatness, with his advice, and his reprimanding manners. He had kept Harry from being too much of a Gryffindor and rushing into things on more than one occasion.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Harry called out

"Of course I am at "home" as you oh so eloquently put it, to what do I own the pleasure of welcoming the wizarding Worlds hero?" The voice dripped with sarcasm laced with bitterness and disdain.

"Well hello to you too, Serverus!" Harry's reply matched the older wizards in manner and tone. "I can't even pay you a visit anymore without you jumping to conclusions…"

"Tea, Mr. Potter?"

"Thanks…"

Severus had not changed much over the years, he still was a bitter man with pale skin and black hair, although it was much more frequently washed nowadays and had similarity to black silk interwoven with grey threads. It was his eyes that could tell the story of his past.

The eyes the colour of onyx, told a tale that spoke of sorrow, hardship, endurance , warmth and a love too great to be ended by death.

"It has been a long time, Harry." Severus said with the slightest hint of affection that was barely detectable. Harry Potter could not hide a smile, a genuine one that lit up his face, once they ended their stupid little game they were civil towards each other, maybe (although neither of them would admit it), they even cared for each other.

"Yes, it has." Harry answered him with a warm smile.

"So why are you here?" Serverus eyebrows had reacquainted themselves with his hairline.

"I killed Bellatrix the other day…" The way Harry spoke these words almost nonchalantly, belied the inner turmoil he experienced, bringing the topic up again.

"Oh, I see." Serverus replied quietly. "She was the last one right?"

"Yes she was, everybody else who is left doesn't matter anymore" Silence fell between the two men. A silence saturated with questions, and loss, thoughts and answers. A Silence that didn't feel awkward or strange. Harry and Serverus were used to silences like this one and waited both patiently for its moment to pass.

"Did you hear the wind?"

"Always"

"I still hear it, calling me home…"

"Impossible!" Serverus shot up, pacing the floor. "Draco died, I saw it myself!"

"When I killed Bellatrix, she told me that Lucius tricked us."

"And you believe her why?"

"Because the bloody wind is driving me insane! I can't sleep, and I feel haunted, the wind calls to me, and it can only do so if Draco is still alive. Or if part of Draco is still alive…"

"Are you implying that Lucius cloned Draco?"

"Damn it Serverus, you are the potions genius, you tell me what is and what isn't possible with dark magic…"

"Wait here." With a flourish of black robes the old man disappeared into the depths of the vast library.

Harry slumped back into the armchair, buried his head into his hands, finally giving in to exhaustion, desperate hope and grief. When his tears had subsided, he looked up and saw Serverus seated in the chair opposite of his. The face was closed to everyone but Harry who read understanding and grief in his eyes.

"It took you 5 years to cry for him?"

"You haven't cried yet."

"And I never will, I don't need to…" The unspoken sentence hung between them. Harry was quiet.

"I found the potion Lucius used, you won't like it."

"Why what has the bastard done? Is Draco crippled, does he only vegetate? Serverus tell me." Harry jumped up and gripped Serverus at the arms. The potions master didn't flinch although Harry squeezed so hard he almost broke his arms.

"Kindly let go, Mr. Potter." The polite request brought Harry back from his trance.

"Oh god! Serverus I did it again, didn't I? Let me see." The pale limbs under the black robes were already bluish discoloured. Harry held his hands over the bruises and healed them with slight concentration.

When Harry had sat back down, Serverus opened the old book that lay on the table. It was completely crimson, the colour of old blood. There was no title, and the content was blood chilling. There were potions to separate mind and body, to transform men into women, to twist emotions and to remove them completely.

"I think he used this one." The long fingered hand pointed to a potion far in the book.

"Abscido animus et corpus, discedo amor? What does this mean?"

"Roughly translated it means Separate soul and body to break up the love"

"Here is written, this potion allows the caster to separate the drinker's soul from his body to kill loving feelings… and the drinker has not to be present…"

"So Draco could have been somewhere in the manor when Lucius cast the spell, but it wasn't him that he killed… Well not entirely him only…"

"Only any kind of love that Draco felt for you, and there is something else I fear Harry."

"What can be worse than that?"

"Well if this potion works in any way the way I think, it stripped Draco of his core because he loved you with all his being; there is a big chance that Draco is not longer magical…"

"A Squib?"

"No a complete muggle, part of his soul has died. Remember what I taught you about wizards?"

"We can do magic because we have our complete soul, muggles miss a piece of their soul, because when every child is conceived they have a choice to leave heaven completely and prove themselves or leave a piece of themselves behind. Muggles are children that don't want to prove themselves over and over again so they leave a piece of themselves in heaven to be granted access again when they die."

"Right, although in the end it doesn't make a difference. We all are judged in the end according to our actions and not our souls."

"Serverus, he has forgotten me entirely is that the truth?"

"I don't know Harry. I don't even know how you want to find him."

"I will find him; I know that he is in Europe because the wind is strong here. I feel his presence in my blood. I will listen to the wind and then I will see what has happened exactly. Serverus, is there any way to counteract this potion?"

"Not yet, but I will try to find out what I can do for you."

"Thank you."

"Good luck, you'll need it."

Harry got up and left the old house behind. The wind had picked up again and called louder to him than ever. He closed his eyes and concentrated as if to apparate but let the wind decide his landing point. It was a risk, but right now Harry James Potter couldn't care less. He was going home and had no idea where that was.

When he opened his eyes, he started to laugh. Whatever he had expected this was not it.

He stood in the middle of literally nowhere. All that was in front of him was a small cottage, hidden beneath large willow trees and a small brook behind it. There was a small winding road leading to another village far of in the distance.

"Daddy!" The sight in front of him froze Harry in his musings.

Draco Malfoy stood right before him, with a slightly bewildered expression on his face. A little girl perched on his left hip. She was his daughter, the white blond curls and mercury coloured eyes where unmistakeable Malfoy.

"Good afternoon, Mr."

"Good Afternoon. The name is Potter, Harry Potter!" He extended a hand, a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Damien Jameson and this little lady here is Serena Jameson."

"Daddy I am cold!" She was squirming on his hip now.

"Let's go in then. Mr. Potter why are you here? If you excuse my nosiness, we don't have many visitors. But do come in it is rather cold."

Harry was baffled this Draco/Damien was so much at ease with himself. Not a trace of the troubled young man he had been when Harry had last seen him.

"I think about buying a house in the village, and decided to take a walk; I got further than expected…"

The smile on his face froze when they entered the house. There stood the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And she strode up to Draco; HIS Draco and took the little girl from him before giving him a short kiss on the lips.

"Mr. Potter this is my wife, Liliana Jameson. Darling Mr. Potter thinks about moving into the neighbourhood."

She smiled a beautiful smile at him "Come and have a cup of tea with us then."

His smile was mechanic. He could have lived with everything he thought, but Draco being happily married with a little girl?

Harry wished he had died in the war.

Please don't kill me. I did not plan on Liliana to actually show up, but I wrote and there she was, and for now she stays. Please review and tell me what you think about the story.

PS: Does anybody want a specific partner for Serverus, I plan on NOT letting the man die alone.