DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters mentioned in this fic save a few -Sin, Will, Aedri, Journey, and Valorie (pronounced Vuh-LORIE, if you wanna get technical) are all mine. Most all others belong to JK Rowling herself. Disclaimer applies for all chapters.

WARNINGS: AU, M/M slash, Mpreg, perhaps some language. Sequel to When I Met Him -I think you should read that before you read this.

SUMMARY: Six years since Harry met Drake. Five years since Harry defeated Voldemort. Harry wonders if he'll ever get his chance to see Drake again... SLASH.

THANKS TO: Kyo-nezumi, fragonknight01, Alexa, insanechildfanfic, mickeylover303, and Sheree for their wonderful comments. Sheree and mickeylover303 -get out of my head. big grin

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was going to wait a week before posting the sequel, but then I realized I was going to be on vacation with my parents for an unknown period of time (first they said a week; then it became two days. Now it's back to a week, and I have no idea what's going on). I decided to post the prologue and the first chapter, at least.

He Was Just A Boy
Capricious Purple Clarity
Prologue

On the anniversary of Voldemort's defeat, Harry Potter always found himself drawn to Guiltless Paradise, a club aimed for the young and lost. Though he no longer considered himself young or lost at all, he always somehow gravitated there one way or another, alone, hopeful to find the one person he couldn't forget, even after six years of never laying eyes on the familiar form of the boy he had somehow come to call his silver-eyed angel. How could he forget the other's grace, beauty, and poise? How could he bring himself to ignore the fact that, if it weren't for the boy who Harry only knew as Drake, there was a great possibility that Harry wouldn't have fought Voldemort with as much ferocity as he had, wouldn't have persevered where others had failed?

It all came down to need. He wanted... no, needed to find Drake, to tell him that, in the memory of their one night of passion, Drake had helped him in more ways than one. Drake had unintentionally inspired Harry to do something that Harry himself nearly lost all confidence in his ability to do... To fulfill a prophecy, something his parents died for, something that he'd been praised as a hero over for all of his life, though he hadn't known about it until he was eleven.

Of course, he couldn't explain it all to Drake -his silver-eyed angel happened to be a muggle. But he could at least say something, maybe... show some form of gratitude he was desperate to get out. A part of him wanted something more than just to see the boy, no doubt a man as Harry was now. There was an every-aspirant being in him that hoped that maybe, just maybe he could initiate a more permanent relationship with Drake, desiring for more than just a one time thing. Because when Harry fell, he fell with his everything.

The last trip Drake had made to England, it had been because of his father. So, of course, his next trip to England was basically for the same person, for a different reason.

At least he wouldn't be forced to even attempt to get along with his father this time, he mused as he stared toward a distant point in the passing scenery, two small, blonde heads lying on either knee, his two best friends and his guardian sitting across from him in uncomfortable silence. They knew how to handle the situation only a little better than Drake himself did.

How was a man to react to the news of the death of a father he never really knew and never really cared to get to know? Whistling was out. Mostly Drake occupied himself with staring off into the distance. Should he mourn the passing of a complete stranger? He wasn't really in the mournful mood. He just wanted to get everything settled with the lawyers as quickly and efficiently as possible so he could spend his time doing better things for the rest of the summer -which was how long this stay in England was supposed to last. Like find Mr. Green Eyes.

He smiled to himself when the memory of that long-used nickname for the unknown muggle boy from years ago surfaced again, and he stroked the blonde curls of his daughter's head absently as he laid a hand on his sleeping son's shoulder. At least this whole unpleasant experience gave Drake the opportunity to maybe search the man out... and he couldn't hide the side of him that wanted to search him out for more than just a chance to explain what their one night of passion wrought. Though small in comparison to the United States, England happened to be a very big place filled with people. It could take months, even years to search out the unwitting father of his children with nothing but a description... and things changed over the span of six years.

Drake was a bit taller than he had been when he'd met the boy, and his face had matured somewhat. He no longer had the rebellious hair -instead, it had grown out, the dye cut away long ago, leaving his white-blond tresses ending just below his earlobes. He was still prone to wearing muggle clothes, as he found them more comfortable then the more traditional robes fit for his kind. Fatherhood had soften him around the edges -he didn't smoke or drink, destructive things he'd given up quickly when he realized he was to be a father. Would Green Eyes recognize him as he was now? He liked to think so.

Would he recognize the other if they ever did meet again? Drake imagined how Green Eyes would look after six years -gone would be the awkward boy entering manhood. Taller, maybe, but not by much because Green Eyes was already inches away from 6" when they met. He'd have the same magnetic, myopic green eyes that Drake knew him for, of course. Perhaps the same hair? Drake remembered running his fingers through that midnight black hair as Green Eyes slept, amusing himself with attempting to make the wild tresses stay flat. He remembered running a finger along the pinkish, jagged scar on Green Eyes forehead, curious as to where something so distinguishing came from -like an N, with the legs of the letter spread out a bit. Years ago he amused himself by guessing that the scar was actually an initial in the boy's name. Nate or Nathan or Nathaniel, Nicholas or Nick, Newton...

"There's that look again," Will said suddenly, a smirk on his lips as he gave Drake a cunning glance. "Thinking of Green Eyes, Draky old boy?"

"Of course," Drake murmured softly, threading his fingers through his daughter's hair as he rubbed his son's back.

Sin made a face at him. "So, what, are we finally going to ferret out the little deserter?"

Sin's father grinned and clapped his palm against the back of his son's head. "Now, Sin. How many times does Drake have to explain the situation? Neither of them knew the repercussion of their one night together. Besides, Drake was the one that left him in the morning, remember?"

"Whatever," Sin grumbled, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"You know Sin, Uncle Aedri," Will said laughingly. "Drake's the sweet, innocent, can-do-no-wrong one of the group. Of course we're going to feel overly protective of him, thus in Sin's mind, it's all the other guy's fault."

Drake made a face. "I'm not sweet."

"Sweet on Green Eyes," Will retorted with a smirk. "Maybe we'll make a trip to Surrey, hey? See if he's still hanging around."

"I don't think so," Drake said heavily. "He lived with family in Surrey -family he didn't get along with. I suspect he did what I would have done -moved far, far away from them."

"Where there is Will, there is a way," Will proclaimed knowingly, smirking at his play on words.

Sin rolled his eyes knowingly. "And if there is no way, William will be sure to make one with cleverly placed nuclear explosions. Conceited jerk."

"Ignorant Yank," Will tallied whimsically, knowing full well that Sin was the only one born in the States... besides the twins, but Will fairly doted on the children.

"How about I clip this startling exchange of wit in the butt and inform the both of you that you're idiots," Aedri said mildly. This, of course, only inspired hefty retorts and continued scathing from the other two.

Drake rolled his eyes, unable to prevent the fond smile from crossing his lips. Sometimes he felt like he really was the only adult in the group...

END Prologue

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