Title: Mistaken Actions

Pairing: HP/DM, RW/HG (slash eventually)

Rating: M

Summary: After the Dumbledore's death, Harry receives a letter from none other than Draco Malfoy.

Legal Stuff: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognise and the plotline.

Author's notes: SuperiorityComplex88 and Draco Malfoy Is The Sex, thank you both for your reviews. That's what makes it all worth it. .

Chapter Two: Searching

Harry Potter read over the letter from Draco Malfoy one more time, then glanced up at Arthur Weasley, now Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Arthur just looked back at him, worry showing in his tired blue eyes. Harry just sighed deeply, then got up from his chair, the letter still in his hand.

"I'll go find him, Arthur, don't worry," Harry said, turning to leave.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, Harry?" Arthur asked anxiously, tapping his foot nervously as Harry turned his brilliant green eyes on him. "I mean, he's a Malfoy, for crying out loud, he as good as killed Dumbledore… he serves You-Know-Who!"

"Sirius was a Black, Arthur, one of the other notoriously Dark families. Are you saying that if it was Sirius in need of help, you wouldn't go because of his family?" Harry snapped, glaring at the older man. Arthur swallowed with difficulty.

"Of… of course not, Harry, it's just… well, you saw Draco committing his crimes…"

"Yes, and he's apologised and begged for help, Arthur. Malfoy would not do that unless he truly needed help. You know what a prat he is normally, and you know that he would never ask for help normally, especially not from the Golden Boy Harry Potter," Harry snapped, his green eyes flaring angrily. Arthur shrank back from him and nodded nervously. Harry spun on his heel and left quickly.

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"Is this some sort of joke, Harry? Because if it is, I don't see what so funny about it!" Tonks burst out, staring at her cousin's godson. "He's a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake." Harry just rolled his eyes. He was starting to get really sick of all this prejudice over last names.

"Nymphadora Tonks, Dumbledore offered Malfoy sanctuary before the other Death Eaters came up to the tower. Malfoy almost took the offer. I'm willing to extend that courtesy again, and quite frankly, only I have the right to, because only I was up on that tower when Snape killed Albus," Harry paused to take a breath, only to find Tonks' eyes filled with tears.

"Harry, I just don't want you to get hurt. There's been too many casualties already… if this is a trap…"

"Then the Wizarding world is in peril, because their saviour won't be here to wipe their asses for them," Harry smiled gently at Tonks. "I'll be fine, Tonks. I can take care of myself. I've been taking care of myself since I was only a year old, remember?"

Tonks let out a wailing howl, then hugged Harry tight, sniffling. "Be careful, honey… We'll be waiting." Harry pried her off of him, smiled softly at her, then turned to leave. He was stopped in the doorway by Remus Lupin. Looking up at Remus, he was surprised to see the man smiling.

"Happy birthday, Harry," the werewolf murmured, chuckling at the look on Harry's face. He had known that the boy had forgotten what day it was. "Take your invisibility cloak, make sure everything is as it seems before going to Malfoy, okay? And come back, we'll have dinner out in Muggle London."

Harry grinned slightly at Remus, then wrapped the werewolf in a hug, before turning and grabbing his cloak off a hook on the wall.

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Sitting in the hovel that was once the great house of Lily and James Potter, Draco Malfoy was scared shitless. At every sound, he jumped, his aching body crying out with each movement he made. He was hungry; the sandwiches that he had brought with him had been finished long ago. His head hurt, his arms and legs hurt, and most of all, his heart hurt. He always know that his aunt Bellatrix was insane, but to sell her sisters only son out to the Dark Lord… well, no wonder the bitch was Voldypants' right hand man.

Draco sighed heavily, staring at the sky. In the stars above Godric's Hollow, there was still the faint shape of the Dark Mark, the hideous thing that it was. Draco wasn't sure what it was still doing there, what with it having been almost 16 years since the Potters' were killed.

Looking down at his own left arm, he saw a mirror of the image in the sky, and cringed revoltingly. The Mark burnt almost everyday now, and he often found himself wondering if he should Apparate back and take what was coming to him. It was obvious that no one was going to come looking for him, let alone want to rescue him from his horrible fate. Least of all Harry Bloody Potter. The Golden Boy. Draco now knew that Potter had been on the roof with him when Severus had killed Albus.

Somehow Draco had sensed him, just as he had always been able to throughout their six years at Hogwarts together. Anytime the Golden Child was anywhere near Draco, it was almost as if the boys' could smell each other. The hair on the back of Draco's neck would rise, and he would feel tingly all over, but in their fourth to sixth years, that tingling… often centred on a specific part of Draco's anatomy.

Speaking of which…

Draco's head shot up, his neck muscles crying out in agony as he twisted his head around, trying to see where the damn guy was. Then he remembered, Potter had an invisibility cloak, and he stopped trying to look.

"Potter…" he murmured, then louder, "Potter, I know you're there, please… come out…" He knew he sounded like a lost child, but goddamn it, that's exactly what he felt like. Draco stayed, staring at his feet, because he knew that the instant he made any sudden movements, Potter would have his wand on him in a flash. Sometimes, Draco could swear that that boy belonged in Slytherin.

"Malfoy, are you okay?" came Potter's voice from Draco's left, causing Draco to look in that direction, his grey eyes focusing on a floating Harry Potter head. Draco remembered seeing this once before, and smiled vaguely at the memory. He could see Harry frown slightly.

"Potter, I'm on the run form the Dark Lord, my mother is dead because she tried to protect me, my aunt sold me and Severus out, and now I fear for my own life. Plus I'm hiding in a place where the deepest magic alive is centred. Also, there is only one of you here, even though I know that you might possibly be enough for anyone that tries to come and kill you, if not me. I assume, then, that the Weas… that Weasley and Granger are no longer with us?"

"None of the Weasely's are," Harry replied shortly, before taking the Cloak off and covering Draco with it. "They were the first to go when Voldemort invaded the Ministry and took over. The only one left is Arthur. Can you walk?"

"I think so, Potter," Draco replied, his grey eyes scanning Potter's face for any sign of emotion. He was beginning to think that maybe Potter had seen enough, and was only going through the motions of living now.

"Who else has died?" he asked carefully, leaning his weight on Harry's broad, muscular shoulders, his longish blond hair covering his eyes slightly. He could feel Harry take a deep breath.

"Cho Chang, Fudge, Scrimgeour, the Diggory's, the Weasley's, Moody, Lockhart, Bagman, Katie Bell, Miles Bletchley, Terry Boot, Lavender Brown, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Penelope Clearwater, Vincent Crabbe, the Creevey brothers, the Delacour's, the Dursley's, Seamus Finnagan, Gregory Goyle, the Granger's, Hagrid, Angelina Johnson, Lee Jordan, Viktor Krum, Neville Longbottom, the Lovegood's, the Centaurs, Madame Malkin, Madame Maxime, McGonagall, Filch, Ollivander…" Harry started, his eyes glazing. Draco interrupted him.

"I get it. A lot of people," Draco was breathing heavily by now. He had assumed that Voldemort would leave the Slytherins alone, but apparently not.

"Hold on," came Potter's terse voice, and then Draco felt the familiar sensation of Apparation.

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A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated this, I've been busy moving and starting university, so updates will be very sporadic from here on in. I hope you enjoy the story!