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Harry and Sirius had gotten distracted on their way to find James and Lily. Instead, they ended up on the Hogwarts grounds, Harry throwing a stick for the bear-like dog to lumber after and retrieve. When it started to get dark, Harry realized he had to go in for dinner. He and Sirius parted ways, and Harry ate with Ron and Hermione. Afterwards, he sat quietly in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, completely ignoring Ron and Hermione, working up his courage to face his parents.

"Honestly Harry, have you heard a word I've said all night? Harry? Oh, that's it, get up!" Hermione snapped, finally waving her hand in front of Harry's face. Harry looked up from where he had been staring into the fireplace.

"What? Did you want something?" he asked stupidly. Ron rolled his eyes and let his eyes wander back to where he was nervously and anxiously watching someone's pet tarantula poke its way around the room.

"Oh, I've just been trying to have a conversation with you all night!"

"Sorry, Hermione. I guess my thoughts are sort of distracting me." he admitted.

"Just go and see your parents, Harry." Ron ordered somewhat tensely, eyeing the spider with obvious distaste. His foot was twitching, as if it was itching to stomp the spider flat and past the edge of life. Harry grinned and stood up.

"I guess I'll do that, then." Hermione rolled her eyes and flopped down on the couch as Harry took his leave.

"You'd think that after facing You-Know-Who, Harry would be able to talk to his parents." she said out loud, not really directing her thoughts to anyone.

"I know my mum can be terrifying." Ron muttered, before crossing the room to sit as far as humanly possible from the tiny vessel of death.

Harry took out his wand and muttered the spell that would guide him to his parent's new room. He arrived outside a portrait of two young people, a girl with long black hair was being held in the arms of a man with dark hair. Harry cleared his throat, but neither addressed him.

"Excuse me? I just want to talk to my parents." he said, feeling rather stupid at trying to get these two otherwise occupied people to give him entrance. The girl's eyes suddenly opened and she stared down at Harry.

"What do you want?" she asked, withdrawing from the arms of the young man, but linking her hand with his.

"I want to see my parents." The girl crouched down, as if to see him better, her eyes widened with curiosity.

"Oh, so you're their boy! The son of Lily and James Potter." the girl said kindly. She didn't look any older than him.

"That's me." he finally said awkwardly. "If you'd let me in, please."

"Juliet, should we let him in?" the young man spoke for the first time.

"Yes, Romeo, do." Juliet answered. Harry stared at them.

"Are you...Romeo and Juliet?" he asked. Juliet looked amused.

"Who else would we be?"

"I wouldn't want you to be anyone but you." Romeo said fondly, kissing the back of her hand. Harry desperately hoped they wouldn't be distracted by another round of affection.

"Let him in." Juliet advised imperiously. The portrait swung forward, and Harry entered quickly. When the portrait shut behind him, he was doused in darkness. All the lights in the room were off. Cautiously, Harry walked forward, his fingertips out, searching for any obstacles. Finally, he felt tendrils of light touching his eyelids and he opened them. The moon was coming in through a window, to where his parents were laying in bed. Lily was asleep, her long red hair curled around her shoulders like an extra blanket, her eyes closed, her body curled against James's. James was awake, he was staring out the window. He was lying flat, rigidly almost, Lily's head on his bare shoulder, his arm was around her, but he was distracted.

"Dad?" Harry whispered into the darkness. He hung back from the edge of the room that light illuminated, however dimly. Instead of stepping forward and letting the light show him, he hung back in the darkness, feeling comforted by the anonymity. James looked up sharply, and found Harry's shape in the darkness. He sat up quickly, at the same time gently sliding Lily onto her own pillow.

"Harry?"

"I'm here. I just need to talk to you." James leaned over and kissed Lily's cheek, gently nudging her.

"Wake up, Lil. Harry is here, he wants to talk to us." Lily struggled to open her eyes and shake off the chains of sleep. She sat up too, her eyes searching and raking through the darkness until they settled on Harry, still cloaked in darkness.

"What is it, baby?" she asked softly. Harry's heart lurched at the sound of her voice. He took a deep, calming breath.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know this is a big...change. And a big decision. I wasn't trying to make things harder...I just...like having you here. I wish you could stay forever. But I know you can't. I uh, I'm sorry I got mad at you Dad. I know we don't have much time together, and I was just hoping we could make the best of it." Harry spoke the words with confidence he could muster, venturing to try and get closer to these people that without really knowing, he loved. Lily took James's hand and squeezed it.

"It's OK, Harry. We want to make the best of this too." James said, his voice tight with emotion.

"Come here." Lily said gently. Harry took a deep breath, and then stepped out of the shadows. He stood at the foot of their bed, and Lily smiled at the mere sight of him.

"D'you think it would be OK, if, just tonight, I slept with you two?" he asked, his heart pounding, feeling foolish at the same time. Lily felt like singing. She'd get to spend another night with her boy, having him close to her heart!

"It'd be fine." she said warmly. Harry climbed up onto the bed and settled down between them. Lily removed his glasses and found a blanket for him to snuggle under, since he declined the covers she and James were sleeping under. They all acclimated after that, and James fell asleep first, a smile lingering on his lips. 'All the Potters, finally together!' he thought happily. Harry lay perfectly still, smiling up at the ceiling. He couldn't remember feeling more content, more loved. Lily was lying on her side, staring adoringly at her son. She smoothed one of his crazed strands of hair off his face.

"You look just like your father." she whispered into his ear. Harry grinned stupidly. He had loved hearing that since he was younger, but coming from the lips of his own mother, it sounded higher praise than ever. Lily fell asleep next, after kissing Harry's forehead. And then, finally, Harry fell asleep, sandwiched between the people that loved him most.

Draco woke to the sharp, shrill cry of his eagle owl. He struggled to get out of bed, but finally accomplished it and opened the window. The owl swooped in like an avenging bat and then perched vulture-like on his dresser. Draco quickly retrieved the letter that was clamped in the owl's beak, and then, with a flick of his hand, dismissed the owl. It gave another shrill shriek (one that had his roommates, Goyle and Crabb, shift uncomfortably in their beds) and then took off, spreading its wide tawny wings as it found the open air outside the window. Draco quickly shut the window and returned to the warmth of his bed. His hand scrabbled on the bedside table, searching for his wand. Once it was found, he muttered lumos and allowed the light to flood over his sheets. Crabbe and Goyle grunted and rolled away from the light, Crabbe rolled so far in his bed that he would've rolled off if he hadn't been stopped by the wall. The seal was the Malfoy crest, and he smiled as he opened the wax seal, brushing off his lap and sending the red wax onto the floor. The letter was from his father.

Draco -

We're coming. Tomorrow night. Be ready.

Lucius

For whatever reason, Lucius rarely signed his letters to Draco as 'father'. Draco had come to realize that he didn't find the role important enough to replace his name with. Still, Draco grinned in spite of himself. It was happening. And soon, in almost twenty-four hours, things would be different. The world would look upon Draco Malfoy and stare, open-mouthed. Malfoy would have laughed, but he was never one to disturb the quiet of the night without a very good reason.

"Things are going to be different." he muttered out loud. He methodically tore up his father's letter and set the pieces on fire, immediately vanquishing the letter. And soon, he wouldn't even be associated with his father. His name would be more important, it would be his name raised on high and exalted. For it was coming, the chance of a lifetime, and Draco would not miss it for anything. It was his chance of greatness and -make no mistake- Draco was taking it.

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