Harry's solution to his confusion over kissing Draco was simple. Never ever speak of it again and ignore Draco as much as humanly possible. It was certainly difficult when Draco was right there and that was all he could think about, even on this insane island, even with Anubis to keep him preoccupied. But somehow he managed. They'd packed their tent and Draco was equally silent and this unnerved Harry, but he kept working and didn't say anything. He couldn't. Everything he thought to say sounded stupid – it was either far too cheesy or harsh and mean and Harry didn't want to hurt Draco, he'd already told him that.

Of course, he didn't really realize he was hurting Draco already by not talking to the other boy until it was nearly a day afterwards and they were trudging through the cool forest and through the mountains. They had no idea where they were going, but they hoped the other side of the mountains held an answer to where they were and how they were to get home. Harry worried that the war was going badly, especially without him there to spur on the troops, so to speak.

"We don't know where we're going," Draco said in a biting tone as they walked along the path, Anubis running ahead of them and then running back. He'd probably run three times the distance they had walked already.

"No," was all Harry could bear to say and he glanced at the other boy out of the corner of his eye. What he saw halted him in his tracks. It wasn't Devil's Snare, nor a beast he couldn't recognize or even cannibals come to skewer them and make them human shish kebobs. It was confusion, loathing and something else. Hurt. And this was all in Draco's eyes and his face, the way he held himself. He no longer carried himself like an aristocrat. It was strange and it was scary. Harry liked it better when Draco was uncaring and stuck up and amused with everything Harry did, even when he mocked it.

"Malfoy," he said slowly, and Draco stopped and turned around equally slowly as though he didn't care. But the fact he turned around showed that he did, and he couldn't deny the look Harry had seen earlier. "We should talk."

"Oh, whatever about?" Draco sneered, attempting to make a gesture with his right arm, except that it was currently being held in a sling and he winced at no doubt the pain it caused him.

"If you don't want to –" Harry began, but Draco swiftly cut him off.

"I don't want to," Draco said irritably. "The last thing I want to do is talk. I want to get off this blasted island, I want to go back to the war where you and I are sworn enemies and I never have to see your ugly face again."

"You don't mean that," Harry said, taken aback by Draco's words.

"I really, really do," the blonde boy snarled, before stomping onward. Anubis had halted and had his ears pinned back and his tail between his legs. He whimpered as Draco stomped past him, almost sounding as though it had been him he'd snapped at. Harry sighed and continued to walk on, but as soon as Draco had started walking, he stopped and swung around, fury on his features.

"You know what, let's talk. I want to know how you explain what happened back there," he snarled, folding his arm over his other as best he could. He was standing a bit straighter and looking exactly how Harry remembered him in school, save for the tanned skin and slight freckles. "What's your excuse? You accosted me! I'm an invalid; you know I couldn't fight back if I wanted. What's your excuse for taking advantage of me?"

"I just – wait, what?" Harry was baffled. Taking advantage of him? Fight back? What was Malfoy talking about? From Harry's point of view, Draco hadn't minded it. He would've said something earlier if he had. "I didn't think –"

"That's exactly it, isn't it? You don't think at all. That's how we ended up here, in the middle of no where," Draco snapped angrily. "Forget it. God, Potter, I wish you would just die already."

"Malfoy, don't –" Harry started to say as Draco walked off again and he followed, but before long, Draco had disappeared into the darkness ahead of him. Harry hurried, looking this way and that. Knowing Draco's luck, some more Devils' Snare probably snatched him, but there wasn't even a trace of Draco, as though he hadn't been there at all. Harry doubled back, thinking maybe he'd somehow gotten turned around or off track, but found nothing.

Malfoy was gone. Disappeared.

Maybe he apparated some place, Harry thought, trying to think as positively as possible. His breathing began to quicken as he thought of some of the things that could have possibly happened to the other boy. The thought of being alone in the dank forest didn't bother him. He knew he could survive on his own (Merlin knew that he probably would do a lot better than Draco.) It was the worry that something horrible had happened to Draco that bothered him, and he wasn't entirely sure why.

Draco had wished him dead. Draco wanted to go back to the war so that they could go back to being enemies. Perhaps Draco really didn't care for what had happened; maybe he really did dislike Harry that much. But he couldn't get the image of Draco looking confused and hurt out of his head.

It was it this moment Harry remembered Anubis, and looked about. He was gone, too. That was certainly strange. Anubis didn't care for Draco as much as he cared for Harry, which was shown by the way he had a tendency to avoid Draco as much as possible. Maybe he had followed Draco. At least then Draco had some protection, because Anubis was not a force to be reckoned with.

Harry sat down on a rock and pulled out his wand. He stared at it for a long while before casting a locating charm on Draco. The wand began to move back and forth as a compass needle would, but quite suddenly it began spinning wildly in the palm of Harry's hand. He gripped the handle of it to get it to stop, but it shook his hand about. Eventually when it stopped, Harry had a moment to think. Was it possible it couldn't find Draco because the boy was dead? Maybe he wasn't on the island at all anymore. Maybe something had happened to him.

It was then that Harry spotted a spark of light in the trees. Surprised, Harry stood up and squinted into the dark. Another spark and another. It suddenly sounded as though someone were crashing through the bushes at a slow pace. Harry's heart sped up and relief spread over him. Draco wasn't gone, he'd probably just gotten lost. Harry walked towards the noise swiftly, but it abruptly stopped and started to come from behind him.

Confused, Harry turned and followed the noise again. Again and again it would change direction and it was almost as though he'd walk right past the spot the noise was coming from. This time he walked slowly and when the noise stopped so did he. He couldn't see anything around, and the darkness of the forest was beginning to press in on him and create an eerie atmosphere as night fell.

"Malfoy?" Harry called out, turning on the spot but otherwise remained unmoving. He bit the inside of his lip. "Malfoy, are you there?" he said again, and swung around as he heard another crack that seemed to come from directly behind him. "Draco?"

A figure began to emerge. It was not Draco. In fact, it was one person in the entire world Harry had never thought he'd see again.

"Oh, God."

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Author Notes: Who is it that Harry has discovered? Where did Draco go? Did Anubis go with him? Did Anubis eat him? Okay, I would never do that, but MYSTERY ABOUNDS. And the most important question: Where are they? Fleur and Bill never did divulge that information, did they? Or perhaps, maybe they don't even know where Harry and Draco are? Review & Constructive Critism are most welcome. Don't worry, since this chapter is so short, the next will be coming up very soon. I hope you enjoy!