Chapter ten: Happy Birthday Harry

Draco woke long before Harry. His neck was stiff and his body was sore from sleeping in a chair. His head pounded from oversleep and the cuts on his legs burned. He stood up and groaned in pain. His back felt all twisted out of shape and his cuts had healed in a sitting position and they pulled when he stood up.

He felt worse than he had when he had first woken up.

He shook his head then quickly clutched it as a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled over to the desk and slumped into the chair waiting for his head to clear. He opened his eyes and looked at the bed.

Harry was still sound asleep. He quickly averted his eyes before his ego and self-doubt could start in again. He couldn't take it.

He instead moved his gaze to out the window. By the looks of it, it was early afternoon.

He continued to stare out the window. He wasn't thinking or taking in anything he was seeing. He seemed to be having a staring contest with a fluffy white cloud that looked like a bunny.

Hours later, Harry began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked around the room confused and disoriented. His gaze was directed toward his desk when he heard a shriek of surprise.

Draco had been alternating between idle doodling, homework and staring out the window. At the moment he had been staring at the window and once again not seeing anything. That's why it took him by surprise when a large barn owl came swooping into the window and landed right in front of him. He shrieked in surprise.

"Draco?' Harry called from the bed as he lifted himself up and groaned. Draco was sure he was stiff. He hadn't moved since he found him lying on the bed. Draco had begun to rethink his theory that Harry was a mover. Boy sleeps like the dead.

"Evening, Harry." He chirped. He was glad Harry was up. Besides the shock he had just gotten from the owl's arrival he had been dreadfully bored. Not to mention a bit frightened- the whole Dudley thing and all.

"Evening? How long was I asleep?" He questioned.

"A long time." Draco replied yelping in pain as the owl nipped him when he tried to untie the package it had tied to its leg. "Bloody bird,"

"Whatta you got there?" He asked his voice still thick from sleep.

"Actually it's for you and the stupid bird won't give it to me so get off your lazy arse and get this thing off my potions essay." He glared at the owl who hooted reproachfully back at the blonde. Harry chuckled and eased himself off the bed and shuffled over to the desk.

"Ah it's a school owl," he said more to himself than Draco. He untied the package and the owl hooted before flying off out of the window.

"Good riddance," Draco growled then looked at his essay. There was a large spot of bird poop on it. "BLOODY BIRD!" He roared out the window at the retreating animal. He could've sworn he heard hooted laughter from the owl.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. He pulled out his wand and did a quick cleaning spell.

"Thanks," the Slytherin said. Harry nodded in acknowledgement and turned his attention back to the package.

"Oh, it's from Hagrid," he exclaimed as he sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled a card off the top of the package. He read it and snorted in laughter.

"What?' Draco asked curiously.

"Hagrid says…'I have full faith in Dumbledore, don't get me wrong, I just don't get why he made Malfoy stay with you. I'm sure he's being a right awful git but just remember you always have the 'ferret thing' to hold over his head.'" Harry read aloud, his accent a lot more understandable than the half-giant's.

Draco crossed his arms.

"I don't think that's funny."

"You wouldn't," Harry replied with a grin. "Aw there's that pout again."

And indeed Draco was in a full pout. His bottom lip was sticking out, his arms were crossed and his head was turned away from Harry. But Harry refused to take the bait. Instead he just opened up the package that Hagrid had sent.

"He sent me a birthday cake," he announced. Draco, who had almost forgotten it, was Harry's birthday, still refused to look at him. The whole 'ferret thing' had been extremely embarrassing and not just for him. His father was mortified that Draco had 'allowed' himself to be transfigured into a rodent.

Draco had paid for embarrassing his father. Lucius had nearly killed him. Draco suspected that he wasn't only upset about the incident but that things weren't going so well with the Dark Lord. The punishment had taken place the summer before his fifth year. It had been the worse summer of his life.

Draco knew that his father was being punished by the Dark Lord for abandoning him. His father than took it out on Draco. His father's reenactments of his own punishments coupled with Draco's were not a good thing for the youngest Malfoy.

"Draco?' Harry was calling his name. Draco fought through his dark memories. "Draco?"

Now Harry was shaking him. Touching him. Draco's vision cleared and he was staring into a pair of brilliant green eyes.

"You ok?" He asked. Draco sighed in relief and nodded. Harry looked at him. "Memories? Of your father?"

And again Draco nodded. Harry opened his mouth to say something else. Draco knew he was going to ask about his childhood and about his father. He knew it. It was written all over his face and Draco would've told him, everything.

But luckily or unluckily, however you look at it, another owl arrived. This one was too a brown barn owl, another school owl. Harry closed his mouth and relieved the owl of its package.

He pulled off the card and red it.

"This one's from Dumbledore. He says that he's glad to hear we have been getting along and that our training is going well. He says that now that we are finished with spells and charms that we are to couple our physical training with potions. He says that you have 'a great aptitude for potions. A talent, a gift. One like I have never seen before. Not even your Godfather has such skill. I think Mr. Potter would do well to learn from you….'" Harry looked up at Draco. "Who's your Godfather?'

"Severus," Draco answered distractedly. He was deep in thought.

Does Dumbledore really think that? He wondered. His thoughts were interrupted by Harry who was gaping in shock.

"SEVERUS SNAPE is your Godfather?" He cried incredulously.

"Yeah" Draco asked calmly. "And I am damn proud of it too. Severus is a great man and a bloody amazing potions master."

"No wonder he always favored you," Harry accused.

"I always asked him not to. Though I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Severus knew what my home life was like as well as those of my housemates. He figured that he would take care of us and spoil us when the rest of the world berated us." He said looking out the window lost in memories. Many times Severus had held Draco in his study after a threatening letter from his father. Draco never cried and always fought him at first but Severus always held on so tight.

He had visited Draco after his first time experiencing the two less lethal Unforgivables. He had promised to Draco right then and there that he would do what he could to make his life better. To help him. He had explained to the young wizard that he would never be able to make his father stop, to make the pain stop, but he would protect him in any way he could.

And he did. At school Severus was sure to keep an eye on Draco. Make sure he was hurt or wrongfully punished. Though Draco was a brat in his younger years and a parrot spewing forth his father's hateful mantra, Severus still tried.

In fact, in Draco's fourth year Severus began to try and plant the idea of turning his back on the Death Eaters into Draco's head. Severus knew that Draco wasn't fit for the horror of the Death Eater life. He didn't believe Draco was a killer. He had been wrong, and Draco didn't have the heart or guts to tell him.

Draco pulled himself out of his musings. Harry was now opening the package that went with the letter. He pulled out an object.

It had a tube that was in the shape of a triangular prism and at the top was a sliver ring that attached a sphere. The tube was a slivery blue color decorated with stars; the ring had little pictures that Draco couldn't make out from where he was sitting. The sphere was a dusty purple that glowed with an inner light.

"What is it?" Draco asked. Harry pulled out a slip of paper from the box.

"Um, it says here that it's an aura-scope. Says it's like the muggle kaleidoscope but instead of showing a broken up picture when you turn it, it shows auras. Says that there are four symbols on the ring, the first is an outline of a circle. This shows the first level of a person's aura.

You look through the aura-scope on this setting and you see a person's outer aura. This shows if they are physically healthy. If it is blue then they are healthy. Green means they have a mild injury like a scratch or a cut. Yellow means they are really hurt. Red means fatal and black means dead. It's suppose to glow darker on the area where the person is hurt.

The next symbol is a filled in circle which shows internally injuries. The colors are the same. The next symbol is a triangle. Says that this shows the metrophysical aura of a person. Shows if they are under a spell.

Blue still means healthy, purple means a simple spell like binding, red means a more advanced spell like a stunning spell, black means a dark arts spell and green is death.

The last symbol is a heart. It shows a person's emotional aura, says that this shows if a person is emotionally hurt. White if for perfect, yellow is happy, blue is sad, red is angry, purple is sick and black is dead." Harry finished reading the information and looked up at Draco. "What's it mean by dead?"

"Sometimes a person can die but still be breathing and walking around. They die on the inside, go numb." Draco answered still looking out the window.

"Can they be brought back?' Harry asked softly, sounding almost afraid of the answer. Draco turned and looked at him. His eyes connected with Harry's

"I believe they can, given the right circumstances, of course." He said with a small smile.

"Of course," Harry replied and looked down at the aura-scope in his hands. "Mediwizards use these, that's what the card said." He indicated the small information card he was reading. "Helps them know how to treat people, normally on a battle field."

Draco nodded but he was confused.

"Why did Dumbledore send you one?" He asked.

"His letter says that it could be useful." Harry shrugged. "Besides I am doing Mediwizard training with Madame Pomfrey this year." Draco looked at him in shock.

"You are? Why?'

"Because," Harry shrugged. "I like helping people. I know everyone thinks I am the savior of the wizarding world and maybe I am but I would like to be able to actually do something to help them. Besides getting rid of Voldemort of course."

"Of course" Draco replied and thought about what Harry had said. Draco had always been jealous of Harry but not in the way you'd think. He was jealous that Harry was a better flier, had a better broom, always won Quidditch and got all the attention. But he did not envy what the boy had in store for him. He knew he would have to face the Dark Lord one day but to have to go up against him time and time again starting from eleven years old. Draco couldn't begin to imagine.

The two boys sat in silence for a long while before yet another owl came swooping in. This time it was a small, hyper-active one that twittered shrilly and zoomed around the room.

"Pig!" Harry cried as the small owl almost knocked him out with the package it had tied to its leg. The small owl hooted an apology and landed on the desk.

"Pig?' Draco asked looking at the tiny owl.

"Pig is short of Pigwedgon. It's Ron's owl." Harry explained untying the package. The little owl nibbled Harry's finger in what it thought was an affectionate way. "Ow!" Harry cried and the owl once again hooted an apology. "Help yourself to some water and food in Hedwig's cage." He told the little owl who took off over to the cage of Harry's snowy owl who was not in it at the moment.

"Weasley? He has his own owl!" Draco couldn't believe it. The weasel had an owl! And its name was Pig!

"Yeah, Sirius gave it to him." Harry said as he read the letter Ron had sent. Draco gathered that Harry didn't know what he had just said because as soon as it registered the dark-haired boy looked up and paled. "What I meant to say is that it's a serious occasion?" He tried and Draco just snorted at his ill attempt at covering up what he had said.

Draco of course was informed about Harry's family ties to the accused murder of not only Peter Pettigrew a.k.a Wormtail the Dark Lord's now right-hand man but also of twelve muggles. He knew, possibly before Harry did that Black was not a Death Eater. His father was very irate when they put that 'blood-traitor' in with the Dark Lord's servant. Sirius Black was a taboo in the Death Eater society.

Many Death Eaters shared Black blood and it was well known that Sirius had befriended the late James Potter and the werewolf Lupin while at school. Not only that but he had been a Gryffindor and ran away from home the summer after his sixth year. He was disowned and everything went to his younger brother Regulus.

But when he died The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black a.k.a Grimuald Place was left empty. But Harry dint know that Draco knew this. And unbeknownst to Draco was a lot more concerning Harry's Godfather.

"Wow," Harry said as he looked into the box that Ron had sent him. "He got me a wizard chess set." He pulled out the set. It was made out of what looked like painted stone. In Draco's opinion it was a hunk of junk. He, himself had a set at home. The white pieces were pure ivory and the black were ebony. But to Harry it seemed to be made of gold. His eyes lit up with excitement and appreciation.

Inside the box was a note, Harry pulled it out, read it and began to laugh his arse off.

"Another ferret joke?" Draco asked still hurt. Harry was unable to speak and just shook his head. After a few minutes Harry calmed down and was able to explain.

"Ron's note says 'no offense mate but your shit at chess. Let's hope that Malfoy is better and can teach you. I need some real competition. It's sad when the best I got is Crookshanks. And I refuse to play him again.'" Harry looked up from the note his eyes shining in amusement.

Draco was confused.

"I don't get it."

"Crookshanks is Hermione's cat. Ron was bored one day last year and I really am shit at chess. He set up the board and was looking around for an opponent. Then Crookshanks hopped up to the table and stared at him as if he was waiting for Ron to make a move and start the game. Ron was desperate so he made a move and was surprised to say the least when Crookshanks's pawn murdered his. In the end Ron won but just barely." Harry explained grinning. Draco couldn't help but laugh. The image of the weasel and that ugly cat in a heat game of Wizard's chess was just too funny.

"If he won and had a good go then why won't he play him again?" He asked once his giggles settled. Harry began to laugh again.

"Crookshanks is a bad loser. He went up into the boy's dorm and tore up Ron's bed, there were feather's everywhere and there was Crookshanks in the middle of it all chewing up Ron's king. He was so angry I swear there was steam coming out of his ears!" Both boys were now clutching their sides laughing hysterically.

"He damn near killed that animal. Hermione had to hex him to get him to stop. Full-body bind that sent him straight into a group of first years who were playing exploding snaps. Burnt his face and singed his eyebrows! We took him to Pomfrey who healed the burns but she couldn't do anything for his eyebrows since it was cosmetic not medical, but Lavender Brown said she had an idea.

She took Ron up to the Boy's dorm and wouldn't let anyone in. A few minutes later he comes down. She had drawn on his eyebrows in pink lip liner. She said that that's the closet she had to red! They were awful and he looked perpetually surprised.

We couldn't stop laughing. In the end Ron refused to leave the Common Room until they grew back so I guilted Hermione into fixing them. She knew a hair growing spell, but she had to get the last laugh seeing as he had threatened her cat. The spell caused his eyebrows to grow until they reached his nose!

McGonagall finally fixed him. But it was hilarious! "Draco was now wiping away tears of mirth. He enjoyed laughing like this with Harry over a funny story. Not just cause it happened to Weasley.

"Ah, that was good," Draco sighed once he calmed down. Harry was still giggling as he set his new chess set aside. The two suddenly jumped in surprise at a hoot. Sometime while they were laughing a trio of owls had arrived.

One was a regal eagle owl from the ministry, one was Harry's own snowy owl and the other was a lump of feathers and limbs. Harry got up from the bed and quickly took the letter off of the ministry owl's leg who hooted importantly before flying off. He then turned to the pile of feathers and took off a package and carried it to Hedwig's cage then turned to his own owl.

"Hullo there, Hedwig," He greeted the bird stroking her feathers before untying the package. She hooted a greeting before flying into her cage where she was greeted enthusiastically by Pig. She glared at the small owl but took his affection as one who was use to it.

"Whose is that other owl?" Draco asked wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"That's Errol. The Weasleys' family owl." He said.

Figures Draco thought but remembering the semi-compliment Weasley had paid him about his chess skills, he didn't say anything.

Harry opened the letter from the ministry first.

"They're just telling me that I am now of age and what that entails. I can do magic blah blah blah, get a job once my school has finished yak yak yak." Draco nodded; his own had said the same. "'Congratulations Mr. Potter, I am sure I speak for the rest of the ministry in wishing you well on your birthday. May there be many more.' Of course you wish for many more than that means your poster boy is still intact and you're not all being ruled by Voldemort." Harry spat bitterly at the parchment.

"Bastards," He growled and crumbled up the parchment before tossing it at the waste paper basket where it sank in neatly. Draco raised an eyebrow in question. Harry sighed. "Jerks spread rumor after rumor during my fifth year telling everyone I was mental when I said that Voldemort was back. Now they're begging me to be on their side. Tell the public that their doing a spot on job. Sucking up to me so I will save their stupid little government instead of saying 'fuck it' and letting Voldemort kill them all like I should." He glared at the ground.

"The ministry is full of weak-mind imbeciles who need a map to find their own arse. How else do you think my father was able to rise up in ranks? Manipulation, extortion, well-placed threats, false promises and money. That's all it takes. He would've made minister had he not gotten caught being in leagues with the Dark Lord." Draco said. Harry nodded.

"Bastards" He said again before remembering the package Hedwig had brought.

"Oh, it's from Hermione." he commented once again reading the letter before opening the present. "Oh that's nice. She says 'I have to admit Harry that I was a bit surprised to hear how well you and Malfoy are getting along but I probably shouldn't have been. He's been different this year. And I have done some thinking. I hope you read this to Malfoy because I would like him to know that I am sorry. I have thought about it and I have to admit that I have been as prejudice against you as you have been against me.

I do not know you so how can I say anything about you? I am not apologizing for everything, mind you did give me several reasons to hate you and think ill of you but I am apologizing for not thinking about it. I never questioned your actions though I should've I mean I question everything else right? I don't know how you really are or anything else but I do know that I trust Harry and if he is willing to give you a chance so am I.'" Harry looked up at Draco but he didn't notice. He was blown away. He never expected that. It was one thing for Weasley to make an off-handed comment about his possible chess skills but it was another for Granger to be apologizing for thinking ill about him.

Draco noticed Harry's stare. He swallowed the lump in this throat.

"She had every right to think ill of me. I was a bloody git." Was all he said and Harry nodded in away that said he understood. He then turned to Granger's gift.

"She got me an advanced potions kit," Harry said not the least bit excited. But Draco was. He quickly got out of his seat and picked up the kit and took it back to the desk. Harry let him and paid him no mind as something else in the box caught his attention.

"Wicked!" He exclaimed picking up a golden snitch. "It's a clock!" As with all the other gifts this one to had a note inside to explain. "'Harry, Dumbledore told us about your lessons with Malfoy. I thought it would help to have a proper potions kit.-"

"This is amazing! It's top of the line. Has everything you'd ever need to make any potion and a coupon for a year's worth of free restocking!" Draco cried interrupting Harry, as he caressed each vial of potion's ingredients. "Look it has dragon's blood."

"'As for the clock, it is charmed to hover around your bed. You just say the spell Tempus and it will tell you the time. Also I modified it so that you can use it as a regular snitch for quidditch practice.' Cool." The boys admired Hermione's gifts for a few minutes. Once Draco was done inspecting the kit, he turned to Harry.

"What's the other one?' He asked. Harry looked up.

"What?" He asked confused. Draco pointed to the large package by him on the bed. "Oh,"

Harry grabbed the package.

"It's from the rest of the Weasleys." He said reading the letter attached while opening the package. "Says here that 'I made the Cauldron cakes for you, dear. I remember the incidents when you were being starved to death by those horrid muggles.

Fred and George sent you a few prototypes they have made for their joke shop. I'd be careful with those, Merlin know how many times they blew up their rooms while making them.

Ginny knitted you a hat. She told me to tell you that I forced her to do it. And in truth she's right. She's been hanging around the twins a bit much for my peace of mind and I would like her to do something a bit more lady-like rather than constantly playing Quidditch.

Charliesent you a pair of dragon-hide gloves. He wants you to know that they came from that ornery horntail that you met during the Triwizard tournament. Seems the poor girl got dragon pox.

Bill sent you a, well I'm not sure what it is. He says he found it in one of the pyramids in Egypt and thought you'd like it. Seems there's some interesting history with it. It's a muggle object though so I don't know a thing about it.

Mr. Weasley sent you a muggle ball. It is brown and shaped like a lemon and has white laces. He says it's an American ball called a football. Sometimes I just don't get that man but I love him all the same. I do believe Ron had already sent Pig off with his gift for you.

We all love you and can't wait to see you at King's Cross.'" Harry finished reading and looked through the box. Sure enough there was a smaller box of freshly made Cauldron cakes, a case of something called boom babies, a knitted orange and yellow hat with a puffy ball on the top, a pair of black gloves, a book and the football.

Harry opened up the cauldron cakes and took one before passing them to Draco. They were delicious. Draco had never had a cake this good. Mrs. Weasley was an amazing cook he'd give her that.

The boom babies looked like miniature dolls. According to the label they moved and acted like real babies but when they cried they exploded turning the holder into a large baby with booties, a bottle and a diaper.

Draco once again had to say that the Weasley twins were good at what they did. The boom babies were brilliant and there were a few people he would love to try them out on. Who wouldn't want to see Flitch in a baby's outfit?

Harry picked up Ginny's hat. It was quite awful and had a tag on it that Harry said, said that it was ugly for a purpose and that purpose was so that she would never have to knit again. Harry put on the hat. He looked ridiculous and Draco didn't hesitate to tell him so. Harry just smiled and moved on.

Charlie's gloves were beautiful and Draco was sure that there was a bit of satisfaction to have a pair of gloves made out of a creature that had tried to kill you three years previous. The football was a muggle ball and Harry seemed as confused by it as Draco.

"It's American," He cried in defense when he couldn't explain to Draco what the hell a football was.

Harry kept Bill's present for last. It was a big black book with rotting pages. On the front it said something in Egyptian hieroglyphics. Draco did a translating spell.

"Book of the Dead?" Harry wondered aloud. The pair flipped through some more pages using the translation spell to read it.

It told them a story about a god named Osiris. He had had been grandson of the Sun-God Ra who declared him heir to the throne. He took the throne when his father Geb retired and his sister and wife Isis was his queen. His brother Set was jealous and plotted against him. He held a banquet and invited Osiris. After the feast Set held a contest, he had a magnificent coffin and he announced that anyone who fit into it could have it.

The coffin had been made especially for Osiris and he fit perfectly. Once he was inside Set closed the lid and threw the coffin into the Nile River. Set claimed the throne and the grieving Isis searched Egypt for her husband. Unfortunately, Set found him first and cut him apart. He then threw the pieces into the river.

Isis collected all the pieces but the genitals which had been eaten- both boys shuddered upon reading this- and put her husband back together wrapping him in bandages making the first mummy. Osiris then went to the underworld to rule over the dead and the practice of mummification had lasted ever since.

The two then skimmed the rest of the book. It had step by step procedures on the process of mummifying someone.

"Ugh," Harry cried shutting the book.

"Muggles are strange," Draco said looking a little green. "I can't believe they pull a person's brain out through their nose, with a hook."

"I know. And…ugh…" was all Harry could say catching sight of the cauldron cakes. The pair sat in silence thinking about the ancient Egyptians and mummies.

Then another owl swooped in through the window. It was a worn looking creature but no where near the Weasley family owl which had yet to regain consciousness. Harry took the package from the owl and it turned around and flew out.

"It's from Remus," Harry informed the blonde.

"Remus? Remus Lupin, as in Professor Lupin?" Draco asked and Harry nodded. "What's he sending you stuff for?"

"We've been writing each other ever since…uh, the summer of my fifth year." Harry said and Draco could tell that's not what he was originally going to say, but he kept quite while Harry read his letter.

Then Harry began to cry.

"Harry?' Draco asked unsure of what to do. The dark-haired Gryffindor ignored him and continued to read. Once he was finished his silent tears turned into frame-wrecking sobs. "Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked.

Harry couldn't answer so instead he just handed Draco the letter.

Dear Harry,

The best of birthday wishes to you. I apologize for my inconsistency with writing but I have been on several missions for the Order. I am safe so do not fret. At the moment I am at Grimuald Place.

I have been informed of your guest and I must say I was shocked. I do not know where Dumbledore is going with this arrangement or what he has up his sleeve but I trust him as should you. Severus swears by the boy and though my sixteen self would never believe it I do trust him.

Sirius would've had a cow if he knew.

Ah, I must apologize again. I tend to forget that Sirius is no longer around. But there is something I feel I must tell you. Sirius and I had planned to tell you ages ago but time just slipped away and now seems as good of time as any.

I do not know how you will take what I am about to tell you and I pray that you wont think ill of your Godfather nor me.

Sirius and I had a relationship that extended friendship. We were in love. We got together during our seventh year and moved into a flat together once we graduated. We lived a storybook existence. Finding our prince chamrings and our castles.

But our ending was far from happy. Voldemort began to wage war on the Wizarding world. Times grew dark, lines were blurred and loyalties were foggy. Sirius began to stay out later and later and I grew suspicious. I had heard tell of a mole, or rather, a rat in the Order.

Someone was informing the other side on our plans. I wasn't the only one who had noticed Sirius's strange behavior. One night many Order members came to me. They had a theory on who the spy was.

They believed Sirius was really a Death Eater. I protested that Sirius would never, could never. But then your parents were killed and he was their secret keeper. The night of their death, after I had found out, Sirius was waiting for me in our flat.

He looked awful, his hair was dirty, his eyes wild and his skin pale. I saw him and I pulled out my wand.

He begged me to listen, said he didn't do it. That he was set up. That it was Peter. But I didn't believe him. How could I? The evidence was all there. He did it. He killed Lily and James. He was the murder. And I told him so. And he cried. He cried and cried and said that if his Moony didn't even believe him then he had nothing. He had no one.

It hurt so bad to watch him walk away. He was broken man when he left that flat and it was me that drove him to confronting Peter. He wanted to prove that he was innocent. All it did was play into Peter's hands. He was caught.

Then that night four years ago when you told me you saw Peter on the map. The map that we, you father, Peter Sirius and myself made -- the Marauder's map. Well, then I knew that I had made a mistake.

After the mess at the shack and Sirius escape, Dumbledore had him lay low in various spots, one being my home.

I was so nervous. I was afraid of what he would say, what I would say. I wanted to beg his forgiveness but I knew I did deserve it. But when he showed up the first thing out of his mouth was an apology.

He told me that he had thought that I was the spy. That is why he made Peter the secret keeper. He felt that he was too close to me and if I was the spy than I would be able to break him down.

I told him that I was sorry as well. That night…well let's just say we reconnected. And we have been together again ever since.

I tell you all this Harry as a warning. Our happy ending might've been snatched from us twice but who's to say you will have the same fate? I have seen you over the last year. You've closed yourself off ever since Sirius's death.

You can't do that. You have to keep living. I don't want to play 'who loved Sirius more' but I do want to be an example for you. I am hurting, oh Merlin am I hurting but I keep fighting. Keep going. I want to remember Sirius and I don't want his death to be in vain.

Keep fighting Harry, keep living, keep breathing and keep loving. One day you will find your princess (or prince), don't push them away. Let them in.

Now besides the sob story and advice of this lonely old werewolf I also sent you a present. Sirius and I planned to give it to you on your seventeenth birthday. It was your mother's.

Take care of it and yourself and I can't wait to see you,

Love,

Remus 'Moony' Lupin

Draco finished reading and looked up. Harry had stopped crying and was looking at him.

"So, Black and Lupin, huh?" He said with a small smile.

"I never knew. Didn't even guess, should've but didn't." Harry said his face blank. Draco nodded thoughtfully.

"Harry, what do you write in that notebook?" He asked after a moment of quite. Something inside him told him to ask, that he would get his answer.

Harry sighed heavily.

"I write to Sirius." He said quietly. "He had always been my confidant y'know, so ever since he died I have been writing to him. Telling him everything as if he were alive."

"How did he die?" Draco asked.

"He was killed by Bellatrix in the Department of Mysterious at the end of fifth year. He had been confined to the headquarters, but I was in danger and he wouldn't, couldn't be left behind. "Harry deadpanned. Draco hadn't known that. He hadn't known anything about the night his father was arrested. He didn't want to know. "I blamed myself for a long time; everyone told me it wasn't my fault. But I wouldn't let myself believe it. I wanted to but I couldn't. I guess I felt I had to punish myself.

Then one day Hermione comes up to me and smacks me. she said 'Harry James Potter, if you don't stop moping around blaming yourself and ignoring your friends who are very worried about you and just trying to help I swear I will hex you' she even pulled out her wand and everything and I knew she would do it. I apologized and I made an effort. Eventually it got easier and then I didn't have to try at all." Harry informed the blonde.

"That's why you were so cut off last year." Draco said rather than questioned but Harry answered anyway.

"Yeah," he said quietly laying back on the bed.

"Harry, what did he give you?" Draco asked after a while.

"My mother's locket," the boy said pulling out a sliver heart-shaped locket. "There's a picture of my mom, dad, Sirius and me." He handed Draco the locket.

Draco opened it and there was a young Lily Evans holding her little baby boy with jet black hair and blazing green eyes. Next to here was a man with hazel eyes, black glasses and messy black hair; James Potter. On the other side was a young Sirius black. He had the pale sharp features of an aristocratic with flashing grey eyes and long silky black hair.

"They look so happy." He whispered.

"They were." Harry said. The pair lapsed into silence.

"Thank-you," Draco jumped at the sound of his voice he had been so lost in thought that he had forgotten that the other boy was there.

"For what?" He asked.

"For listening. Sometimes that's all a person needs. Someone to listen." He answered.

"Now who's throwing whose words back at him?" he chuckled.

"Draco don't," Harry said wearily. "Don't make light of this. I'm serious.'

Draco was quite for a minute before he spoke again.

"I'm sorry." He said. Harry sat up and looked at him.

"Are you?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Draco nodded.

"Yes," he whispered. Harry lay back again.

"Then I forgive you," He said in a way that told Draco that he meant it for more than just the recent incident as Draco's apology had been more too.

"Good," Draco choked out over the lump in his throat. As the dark-haired Gryffindor stared at the ceiling lost in thought Draco watched him and decided something.

At first opportunity he would tell Harry what he wanted to know. He would tell him everything. He would trust him.

(A/n: Finally I have this chapter written. I have been trying to put Harry's birthday into the last three chapters.

I am not sure if this is the exact title for the Black family. I feel like I might have it reversed and if I do than I apologize.

might've switched up the two oldest Weasleys I don't think I did but just in case.

The real Book of the Dead is a bunch of hymns and the like. It does not say what I say it says. This is the website I got the Osiris myth from. Not even I know it by memory alone (I am a huge mythology is all. Thanks for the reviews. You know I never got why authors were always like 'review, review, review' but now I know. I AM A REVIEW WHORE! AH! Lol)