It's Been 5 Years
(Prologue)
(Harry and Draco's POV)
'Goodbye, I'll love you forever' those words haunt me until now. Who would have guessed that those five words could have shattered my heart? That night he left I cried. I cried so much. I even woke up the next morning, my eyes all red and puffy. Even after that, I still cried. Oh, don't get mad at him. I know how much he's hurting. The letter which has those five words had tears stain on it. It had so many tears stains that the paper was all blotchy and the ink had become runny. But I was able to read it.
It wouldn't hurt so much if he had explained why he left. But he didn't and it hurt much more. It's been five years now. I'm currently living in muggle London. I left the wizarding world after that incident. I defeated Voldemort don't worry and captured all of the death eaters. They awarded me with the Order of Merlin, first class. I accepted it but after the awarding ceremony. I left. I haven't been in contact with wizarding world for a very long time.
Even Ron and Hermione didn't know where to find me. They did invite me to their wedding but I wasn't able to come. I had an accident that day but they didn't know that. I'm sure they hate me now but I don't care. I like my life now. No one is able to bother me. Still, I feel empty somehow. Like something is missing. And I bet I just had the idea what it is.
I spend my time in London walking in the park and reading books. Somehow, I find myself in a sad reverie just like now. I sigh and run my hands through my hair. Then, I heard something, someone crying. I looked at my back and there was boy with blond hair. I put down my journal and went to him. I bent down and looked at him more closely. His legs were brought up to his chest as he hugged them and his face was tucked in between those two little knees. He was about four or five years old.
"Why are you crying, little guy?" I asked gently.
He looked up and wiped his tears angrily. I was shocked upon seeing his eyes, if I didn't know any better it looked just like mine, although, there was a bit of silver in the center. "I wasn't crying. I'm a big boy and big boys don't cry."
"Who said that big boys don't cry?" The attitude of this boy reminded me of Draco. Draco, oh God, how I missed Draco, I wish he was here. Then, we could have children like this little boy here. Unlike muggles, wizards can have babies. That's why homosexuality or bisexuality is acceptable in the wizarding society. In fact, one-half of the people in the wizarding world are bisexual.
"Nanny said it when I cried because papa needs to go to work."
"Well, Nanny's wrong. Big boys can cry. So why are you crying?"
"I lost my papa. I was with him when we were buying ice cream and then I saw this butterfly. I followed it but then when I caught it, I went to find papa. I couldn't see him anywhere. I went everywhere but I couldn't find him. I want my papa." I could see tears forming in those big eyes as he tried to blink them away. I held out my hand and replied, "Come on, let's find your papa." I can see uncertainty in his eyes but he took my hands and stood up.
"Where was your papa before you followed the butterfly?" He looked thoughtful for a moment. After a few minutes, he said, "In the ice cream shop."
I smiled at him. "Well then, to the ice cream shop we go."
We walked for a bit before we arrived at the ice cream shop. Somehow, it reminded me of the time when Draco and I went to the Florean's ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. It was the time when I discovered I love Draco. That was seven years ago. I sighed and thought 'Stop it, Harry. It's been what seven years. Get over it already.'
"Mr.?" I looked down and saw the boy looking at me with those innocent big eyes.
"Hmm?" was my only reply.
"We're here now, could we find my Daddy?"
"Sure," I looked around but then I mentally slapped my head. I forgot to ask what he looked like.
"Um, what does your father look like?"
"Well, he has blond hair just like mine and he has silver colored eyes..." And the boy just goes on and on explaining everything and everything he tells me reminded me of Draco. The father of this child might be Draco but no I couldn't think that. It might be someone who looks like Draco. But what if it is Draco? What will I do? These things kept running through my head as I continued to listen to this boy. But then the boy stopped and he let go of my hand and ran. I looked behind me and saw the boy being carried by a man. I stood up and looked at him more closely. It was him. The man I swore to forget, the man that has been haunting my dreams, Draco Andrew Malfoy.
I was right; he is the father of this boy. I tried to blink back the tears that started to form in my eyes. I wouldn't cry now. I shouldn't but I can't stop it. Before I knew what was happening, tears spilled down my cheeks as it started to rain. There he was holding the boy I met awhile ago looking so happy, playing in the rain and I just can't ruin that for him. I started to walk down the other side of the street. The rain started to soak my coat and I ran to the nearest shelter I could find. When I felt my coat pockets for my journal, I couldn't find it. Well, so much for the journal.