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Half Baked Pizza

Ch 3-

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Walking down the road with the brisk morning wind woke Draco up by the time he reached Harry's house. Ringing the bell, he waited patiently until he heard footsteps hurrying down the stairs. A moment later Remus Lupin opened the door with a nervous Sirius Black standing behind him.

"Thank god you're here Draco," Remus gestured him inside and shut the door quickly.

"It's really bad today. I don't know what's happened but this is the worst I've seen him. Not only is he hallucinating about Dumbledore's death but now he's saying that he killed Sirius as well."

Draco paused in mid-step and turned quickly towards the other man.

"He thinks he killed Sirius? Has he ever said this before?" Draco's stomach gave a flip and he waited on pins and needles for the response. Back at Hogwarts his father had informed him on the upsetting news that Black had been killed by his cousin Bellatrix. Also he was told that Harry had been there to witness it, so he had made a point to comment on it during more "private" moments at Hogwarts. This Harry, though, his Harry had never said anything like that even when he relapsed horribly.

The grey haired man watched as the youth kept in deep thought for a few moments.

"No, never anything like that. You've seen his worst before Draco, when he stopped talking and eating for a week. When he remembered how that lunatic nearly killed him and Dumbledore died instead…"

Nodding, Draco turned and headed up the stairs, praying that it wasn't what he thought it was. He never realized the two pairs of eyes watching him curiously.

Stepping into the room, Draco was confronted by a very tragic scene. Harry had indeed seem to lost it. He had backed into a corner of his room, curled up with a photo album that he stared at intently. He didn't look up as Draco passed his parents and moved towards him.

"Harry?" He gently reached down and touched his shoulder, steadying himself for what was to come next.

"They're not moving…"

The sound of that voice being so broken, nearly ripped his heart in two. A pair of dull emerald eyes slid from the page up to his own silver orbs and slowly began to focus on the speaker. All at once, a flame ignited in them and he lunged for Draco. Caught off-guard, he barely had time to grab Harry's hands before the closed around his neck.

"Malfoy! What have you done?!"

Shaking slightly he called over his shoulders, "Everyone out please. I need to talk to him alone."

Lilly made to say something, but James shushed her and soon everyone was gone, the door shut.

Releasing his arms, Draco stood and deliberately took a few steps back.

"Who am I?" he asked.

"What has the ferret gotten amnesia?"

The biting reply didn't seem to suit his Harry, but at this point Draco knew it wasn't his Harry. Never, not even when the relapses had been at their worst had Harry called him Malfoy and this Harry didn't know about the ferret incident from fourth year.

Sighing, the blonde sat down on the edge of the bed. It had all been so wonderful and now the Boy-Who-Lived had showed up to ruin this life as well.

No, I can't blame him for what happened at Hogwarts. He didn't know and I know he wouldn't ever trust Snape again. Turning his attention once again to the boy on the floor he saw that he was expected to answer.

Well I can't let him know. He'd never forgive me for what happened to Dumbledore and I hope this doesn't happen again. I won't tell him. He'll never need to know.

"Oh come on Harry! I was just joking with you! And I did the ferret imitation one time and you never stop teasing me!"

Laughing Draco moved over and cautiously wrapped his arms around him.

"Come on that's no way to speak to your best bud." He smiled, but his whole body was tensed ready to defend himself any way he could.

Harry looked suspiciously at Dr-Malfoy, Hmm I wonder where that thought came from.

It didn't seem like the Malfoy he knew and taking in the appearance it was if that Malfoy never existed. Relaxing slight, Harry mulled a few things over in his mind. It was obvious that this was some sort of other reality, whether by magic or not he definitely liked things better here. It seemed like by taking away magic it took away all the bad things too. Pettigrew, Deatheaters, even the Dark Lord didn't seem to be a part of this world and there was no war that was carried on his shoulders.

Though questions stilled nagged at him about how he obtained his scar and what exactly happened that he was supposedly relapsing from. Sighing he decided to let it go and trust his gut, who at that moment was telling him that everything was okay and that he was ravenous.

"Sorry, Mal-Draco. I suppose I'm not myself today. Would you mind hanging out with me today? I'm not feeling quite so well and it'd be great in case I need you."

Smiling, he realized that here he could act out on all the disapproving things that he could never do in the wizarding world. The way he dressed, the people he hung out with, it all had to look good for the savior of the wizarding world. Here it seems he was a normal kid and the possibilities were endless.

Draco smiled softly as he watched Harry relax slightly into this unfamiliar territory and himself.

"Okay up and at 'em Harry!"

Laughing Draco jumped off his bed and over to his wardrobe, pulling out a few items of muggle clothing and throwing them to the brunette on the bed. After disengaging himself from the clothing, Harry peeked out to find that Malfoy had left him to dress. Pleased with the choice of clothing he quickly made his way to the connecting bathroom and got ready.

Outside the room Draco took a shaky breath, steadying his nerves to face the people downstairs that thought of him as family. As he made his way down the stairs, Draco fought down the urge to bolt and run out the front door and away from the house. At the bottom of the stairs, he came face to face with the members of Harry's family who looked on him with worried glances.

"He's fine," Draco said with a soft sigh, "But I'm not sure he's quite himself at the moment. I'm not sure when he'll be back to his old self." The blonde reached up and ran a hand through his shoulder length locks.

James and Lily sighed in relief while Sirius and Remus smiled, more relaxed for the moment.

"Well if that's all over for now I think I'll get breakfast going. Care to stay Draco? I know Harry would appreciate it." Lily smiled at him and gave a nod towards the kitchen. Draco smiled and nodded, he watched wistfully as the redhead and her husband made their way into the kitchen. I wish I could have known her, or someone like her. I really would have loved a mother like that.

Lost in trance, he didn't noticed as he was guided towards the front parlor and sat down, coming face to face with Sirius and Remus. Slightly confused, Draco stared back and forth between the two and the stony expressions they wore.

"Sirius? Remus? What's wrong? I haven't done anything I promise." He held his hands up in mock innocence. Ever since he had known them, both men were always laughing and lighthearted. The new change of expression threw him for a loop, to say the least.

Looking back between one another, Remus and Sirius sat pondering the best way to broach what they needed to say. They had followed the blonde up the stairs and when they heard Harry calling him a ferret, they new something was up.

"Draco, how long have you been coming here?" Remus questioned him, not able to look into his eyes.

"What are you on Remus? I've been coming here all my life." Draco looked suspiciously between the two.

"No, not here…" he looked up and gave Sirius a silent plea for help.

"Remus means how long have you been coming to this world? I know you father is crazy but I highly doubt that he would practice the Dark Arts on his own son." Sirius watched intent as he spoke, waiting for the words to sink in.

This world? Dark Arts? Does that mean? Draco's hand twitched and moved slightly as if to draw his wand before he realized exactly what he was doing. Sighing, he realized it wasn't there and that the simple movement have given him away.

"Alright. How did you know? I swear to you I mean no harm." The stoic Malfoy mask sank into place, something he never wanted to have to use here.

"First tell us how long you've been coming here?"

"Better part of 2 months, off and on ever few nights. There's no pattern and it hasn't increased or decreased. Wait… how did you know it was me and who are you?"

Sighing sadly, the two looked at each other and nodded.

"We are Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, Draco. We are dead."

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Please, please don't hurt me… I will find a way to make this work, but you have to trust me. Kinda leaves you hanging on about Draco's situation though huh? Trust me it'll all come into play. Oh I'm so evil. Please read, I'm sorry about not posting but I've run into some big life problems. Please review. The more reviews the more I'll be excited to write more. The faster I'll write it. Otherwise I really don't know if people will read if I post more.