It was raining outside. The black clouds hid the steel stars as a boy with the hair the color of the night outside and a scar of the electrical storm looked out of a crack in his boarded up window without seeing. Lightning flashed, but didn't completely pass through the aging boarded up windows of #4 Privet Drive.

The occupant had no use for any light, so between the lightning that sometimes seeped through the cracks the room became pitch black. It wasn't the boom of thunder or the pounding of rain that scared Harry Potter, but the black that remained the same when he opened and closed his eyes. The Golden Boy wasn't so golden anymore. He hadn't been since leaving Hogwarts.

The first thing his Uncle had done upon his return to the muggle world was to throw him in Dudley's second bedroom. At first he was rather relieved to find that he wouldn't be staying in the cupboard. That had only lasted through the first day though, the relief that is.

He didn't remember what happened that night. He only knew that he hurt when he woke up and the power had been out ever since. That was what Aunt Petunia told him. For some reason, his conscious told him not to believe her.

This year had been different from the last. He wasn't beaten and told to do chores, just sit and wait in this room, for what, he didn't know. He ran his hands over the rough boards of his window.

Draco Malfoy was finally going to see his boyfriend again. Dumbledore had finally let Draco get Harry from those muggle relatives. Ms. Figg had not seen hide or hair of the boy who lived since she watched him struggle with his trunk through the door. Draco was nervous about what he would find. He continued to walk through the storm untouched by the rain. Draco's birthday was in the middle of April so he was now aloud to do magic. Harry's birthday was today and Draco's present was to get him away from here. He knew how Harry detested his relatives, but he never knew why.

At 6'3'' Draco was trim and healthy. He kept his hair loose and it fell just above his eyes in lazy waves. After his parents' arrests and subsequent kisses, he had become more relaxed with his appearance and attitude, earning him the man he was going to take back to Malfoy Manor. At first their relationship had to remain a secret, but then Harry defeated Voldemort and they could experience a more open relationship. He smiled at the #4 on the mailbox. He would see his other half soon.

It was almost three in the morning and Dumbledore had given him orders to not alert the muggles. With an alohamora he was through the front entrance. Harry had told him all about the house and growing up, so he went immediately (and quietly) up the stairs to the last door at the end of the hall. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked at the multiple locks that ran down the side of the door. H took care of those quickly, but hesitated the briefest of moments before pushing the door open. The room was completely dark. There was a flash of lightning outside and through the cracks of the boarded window he could make out a figure.

"Harry?"

A/N: Harry didn't tellDraco everything about growing up. Keep this in mind.