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Chapter 3

The delivery guy frowned. "Uh, no. My name is John." He pointed at his name tag to prove his point. "And your total is $15.72."

Harry knew he was staring, and he knew his mouth was wide open, and he knew that if this was the real Draco he would have made a quip about it already.

"Look, I don't have time to waste. If I'm not back at the store in ten minutes I'm fired, so you can either stand there with your mouth open like a simpleton, or you can pay me and let me on my way." 'John' said.

Harry's mouth instantly closed, before he smiled. That was it; there was no way that this couldn't be Draco. "No."

"No?"

"No." Harry repeated and before 'John' could react he had grabbed the guys arm and pulled him into the house, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Harry ignored him and looked at Zak.

"Zak I need you to run up to my room. In my bedside table is that picture I showed you yesterday, grab it and come back down as fast as you can." Zak nodded and took off. As soon as his son was out of sight he turned to 'John', who at some point had dropped the food on the floor.

"Look dude; just let me go, okay? I'll give you all my money, how about that." 'John' said bringing out his bank bag.

Harry shook his head. "I don't want your money." He took a step towards him and pinned his arm to his throat, his anger getting the best of him. "All I want is the truth. WHO ARE YOU?" Over the years Harry's temper had taken the back burner in his life. Most of his emotions were happy ones; he couldn't help but be happy with a son as great as Zak. All these memories however had brought out a scary and unpredictable side in him, a side that only Draco Malfoy knew how to handle.

"I told you! My name is John Smith, what else do you want?"

"What the hell kind of fake name is that? John Smith? Couldn't be a bit more original, huh?" Harry was getting worried. There was a chance that this wasn't Draco, maybe all the memories he had brought back today were catching up to him?

"Dad?" Harry turned to Zak and took the picture from his out stretched hand.

Harry turned back to the John/Draco and thrust the picture in his face, ignoring the fact that this could very well be a look-a-like muggle and he was risking exposure by showing him a moving photo. "If your name is John, then who the hell is this?"

The blond haired man's eyes went wide as he looked at the photo, but instead of exclaiming on the fact that the paper had moving people on it he said. "Is that me?" In a quiet voice.

Harry relaxed a bit. "You tell me."

'John', who had previously been breathing normally, started taking big gasps of air in and out. "Look I don't know who you are and I barley know who I am! Please just let me go!"

Harry dropped the photo and grabbed 'John's' red delivery shirt.

"Not until you tell me the truth! Say it! SAY YOUR NAME!"

Instead of answering the man just started to breathe faster. Harry cursed silently under his breath, realizing too late that he had lost control. "Hey! Breathe okay? Just take some deep breaths!" But it was too late and his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he promptly fell forward in a dead faint. Harry groaned under the unexpected weight, but inside his heart was fluttering at having the familiar body in his arms again. In all of the excitement only one thought was running through his mind, 'what the fuck is going on'.

Harry took calming breaths to keep the tears at bay, tightening his hold on the blond he dragged him over to the couch in the living room and laid him gently upon it.

"Dad, Is that Draco?"

Harry turned around and pulled his son into a tight hug. "I don't know Zak." Pulling back he sniffed and brushed away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. He couldn't believe what had just happened. "I need you to go to your room right now, and stay there until I come get you."

"But dad-"

"No but's Zakarias. Go."

Zak glanced at the motionless body on the couch then back to his father, and knowing that now was not a time to pick a fight he turned and quietly left the room.

Harry stared after his son, but it soon disappeared once he remembered the motionless body on the couch. His breath hitched as he took in all the features. He could remember everything just like is was yesterday. Everything from his pale skin and short blond hair, his pointed nose, and the birthmark in between his shoulder blades-

"Wait." Harry practically pounced on the unconscious body, there was a chance that this guy was in fact NOT Draco, all he had to do was see if that birthmark was where it should be. He flipped the boy over and wrenched up the horrible, red, collared pizza boy shirt and stared intently at the spot between his shoulder blades.

And there it was, a small heart shaped birth mark that would have been invisible if he had not spent two years looking, caressing, kissing, and licking that very spot. Harry fell back and scooted up against the far wall. It really was Draco; Draco Malfoy was in his living room. Flash back of the past darted in front of his face.

Harry laughed as Draco chased him through the halls of Hogwarts. It was just last week that Harry had rescued him from his father and Draco was one hundred percent better and showing it by tickling him whenever he got the chance, only because he knew Harry would run and he loved chasing him. Harry bolted out the front doors and around to the lake to a secluded tree that they usually spent time under. Harry hid behind the tree and peaked around, his breaths coming in short pants. He had a smile that reached his ears but it disappeared when he didn't see Draco chasing after him. Maybe he gave up for once, Harry thought a little hurt.

Out of nowhere hand's encircled his waist and started tickling him in earnest. He screamed and threw his body backwards laughing as he heard Draco grunt from being slammed on the ground. He giggled as he straddled the boy underneath him and pinned his arms to the ground. "I win." He whispered, still panting.

Draco, equally out of breath, smiled. "No, I think I still won." He leaned up and locked lips with Harry.

Harry smiled into the Kiss, and lost interest in who won or lost at that point, he was just happy to have his Dragon back.

Harry felt the beginnings of a panic attack start and he fumbled in his pocket for his cell phone. He quickly dialed Ron's phone, not caring that it was 9 o'clock at night and Michelle would probably already be sleeping. Sure enough Ron's voice answered the phone and a screaming baby could be heard in the background.

"God dammit Harry! We just got her to sleep! We told you not to call after 7!"

Harry, breathing heavily as if still in his flashback, tried to put a sentence together and failed miserably. "Come –now . . . I can't, I don't – "

Ron must have left the room or cast a silencing spell because the baby's cries instantly stopped. "Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry chocked back a sob, still staring at the blond laying on his couch. "It's. . . I need you. . . come over. . . please. . ." not able to keep the phone in his shaking hands anymore he dropped it and brought his knees to his chest, still staring at Draco.

He couldn't think and just stared at his ex-lover. Harry had spent years hoping a praying that He would come back to him and Zak. He had wanted a family with him, and some parts of him still did. But right now the shock was too much and all he could do was stare. Harry didn't even flinch when minutes later Ron appeared in front of him, having apperated straight into the living room.

Spotting Harry on the floor, he slowly knelt down in front of the man, afraid to startle him.

"Harry?" Harry's eyes focused on Ron his chin trembling. Ron's eyes went wide suddenly. "Where is Zak?"

Harry frowned and shook his head. "Fine. Room." Single words, that was all he was capable of.

Ron frowned. "Then what's wrong?"

Harry closed his eyes as if in pain, and then pointed past Ron, towards the couch.

Ron wasn't sure what he expected to see, but a familiar blond haired man was not what he expected. All the breath left Ron's body, all but enough to let out one single word. "Fuck."

Ran hurried over to Draco who was still unconscious, cursed again and brought out his cell phone. Hermione had made Harry and Ron get cell phones when Harry refused to enter the wizarding world again, at first it was a hassle to learn how to use them but he silently thanked her for situations like these.

"Ron? What's going on?" Ron heard Hermione Answer.

"Baby I need you to take Michelle over to the burrow, tell mom it's an emergency. Then apparate straight to Harry's living room."

"Ron, you're scaring me. What's happening? Is Harry okay? Is Zak alright?"

All Ron said back was two simple words. "Draco's back." He heard Hermione gasp then the line went dead.

He shoved the phone back in his pocket then turned to Harry. "Hermione will be here any moment mate; I'm going to go check on Zak." Not waiting for an answer he ran up the stairs and into the familiar blue room. Inside Zak was sitting cross legged on his bed, twiddling with the silver bracelet.

"Zak?"

Zak's head popped up. "Hey, Uncle Ron."

Ron smiled and sat on the bed next to him. "Hey man."

"Uncle Ron, is that Draco downstairs?"

Ron shook his head. "I honestly don't know, can you tell me what happened?"

Zak nodded but he had a frown on his face. "He delivered our pizza. Dad and I were going to watch a movie and I answered the door. It was Draco! I swore it was him; it was like he hadn't aged a day from the picture. But he said his name was John something. So I called for Dad . . . then. . ."

Ron smiled encouragingly, his Auror training paid off in times like this. "Then what happened, Zak?"

"D-Dad got really angry. I was kind of scared; he threw Draco against the wall and told me to grab the picture he showed me earlier. Dad shoved the picture in his face and then Draco passed out."

Ron frowned. "He said his name was John?"

Zak nodded. "Yeah, John Smith I think."

Ron smiled reassuringly at his un-official nephew. "You did good Zak. Why don't we go downstairs and see how Harry is doing?"

Zak smiled a bit and slipped off the bed and headed for the door but turned around last second and asked. "Uncle Ron? Are you really a wizard?"

Ron chuckled at Zak's ADD and moved to walked back downstairs with him in tow, happy for the momentary lapse in sorrow. Could Harry ever catch a break? Just as he thought those words a loud crash came from the living room. Ran glanced at Zak and they both darted down the stairs.

Hermione moved as fast as she could without hurting her still crying daughter. She knew Molly would be thrilled to see her granddaughter again but would want to ask questions, and Hermione just didn't have time. She threw a blanket over her daughter and then stepped into the floo. Once within the walls of the burrow she yelled for her mother-in-law. "Molly? Molly, are you here?"

Molly Weasley, a slightly plump witch with greying hair stepped out of the kitchen. "Hermione, how many times must I insist you call me mom?" She frowned when she noticed Hermione's stricken face and instantly reached for her grand-daughter. Hermione passed her over gently with a small smile. Molly feared the worse but knew to stay calm. "Is Ron okay?" This was always her first worry, that Ron had been killed on a mission.

"Yes he is fine, everyone is fine, at least I hope."

Molly frowned. "You hope?"

Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry Mol- I mean Mom. Its Harry, I don't know the details, all I know is it evolves Draco."

Molly's eyes widened and her body stiffened. If there was anyone who hated Malfoy more than Harry it was Molly Weasley, no one hurt one of her babies and got away with it. She nodded then said, "Well you do what you have to, and Michelle will just spend some time with her grandparents." Molly kissed Hermione on the cheek and started to rock Michelle to calm her down. Hermione smiled gratefully at her mother-in-law, she hoped she could be as strong willed as she was someday. Hermione gave one last peck to her daughters head, then apperated straight into Harry's living room and straight into chaos.

Harry couldn't breathe anymore. He wanted to cry and ask Draco why he left, he wanted laugh and smile and hug him for coming back, and he wanted to beat the life out of the man for leaving in the first place. There were too many conflicting emotions to sort out and his wild magic started to swarm around him, picking up the smaller objects around the living room. Throughout all this, all he could do was stare at the Draco begging, almost daring him to wake up.

He heard Ron's voice first, yelling at him to snap out of it. He ignored it and kept staring. Then he heard Hermione's voice begging him to calm down. Once again he ignored the voice and kept staring. It was Zak's voice that brought him out of his trance, his terrified yell at seeing firsthand what magic could do. Harry shook himself out of his trance and took a calming breath, everything falling back into place. After the final battle he had an abundance of wild magic that he had to learn to control. Severus Snape had created a potion for him to help lock it into his core, allowing it to slowly seep out without taxing his body. But after not using magic for years, he slowing had to take less and less of the potion until he no longer needed it. As he calmed down the living room returned to its previous state. Hermione, Ron, and Zak rushed over to him but he shooed them away with a mumbled "I'm fine." He stood shakily and left a hand on the wall for support.

Ron, the ever blunt one, spoke up. "So, is it Ferret face?" Hermione smack Ron on the arm for the comment but she too looked at Harry with questioning eyes.

Harry nodded. "His birthmark is there, I checked." Harry shook his head when black spots shook before his vision.

"Harry where is the potion?" Ron asked wearily, knowing that what they had all just witnessed was just a small fraction of the power Harry could wield.

Harry ignored him and glanced at Hermione. "It's in the hidden cabinet behind the fridge. The blue one."

Hermione frowned at the amnesty Harry showed Ron but rushed to get the potion.

Harry glanced over at Zak. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Zak stared wide eyed at his father. "I guess you have more to tell me huh?"

Harry simply nodded losing his strength to talk.

Hermione returned with the potion and while they all waited for it to kick in, Ron turned on his Auror mode and went over to Malfoy.

Ron frowned. "Harry I have to take him in."

"You can't!" Yelled not Harry, but Zak.

All eyes turned to face him and Zak gulped. "Zak it's my job to do this." Ron said.

"But he didn't do anything wrong did he?" Zak insisted.

"No but he is a missing person."

Harry sighed. "Just leave him here Ron. I'll take care of it."

Ron scoffed. "Like you took care of it the last time? Get off your high horse Harry, Malfoy left okay? He Left you pregnant and alone! And now that he is back your just going to accept him with open arms?" Ron was Red and screaming right into Harry's face.

Hermione put her arm around Zak knowing that he shouldn't be seeing this but helpless to stop them at this point.

"I know Ron! I think about him leaving me every damn day, but I'm not stupid! What do you think the Aurors will do with him once they have them? What would you do with him? You guys would lock him up without giving him a chance." Harry finished quietly.

"Your damn right we would lock him up! As far as the world see's it Draco tricked you into sleeping with him, just so he could get close to you and lead Voldemort straight to you. And it worked! Only Draco was planning on having you die that day, not the other way around. Why do you think he left so soon after the war! He hated you Harry! I've been trying to tell you that for years but you would never listen!"

Harry shook his head, defeated. "Get out. . . just. . . leave, and don't come back."

Ron shook his head. "My pleasure." then apperated straight out of the house.

Harry put his head in his hands feeling emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Hermione's voice close to his ear. "I'll calm him down and make sure he doesn't tell anyone, but I want you to call me if something more happens okay?"

Harry nodded. "I'm scared Hermione."

She nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be back first thing in the morning, okay?" She then walked over to Zak, and murmured something to him then left with a quiet pop.

Harry felt ashamed with himself for loosing control and showing Zak such a ugly side to him.

Harry blindly held his hand out for his son, who grabbed it without question and pulled his father into a tight hug. It was all he could do to stop the tears from flowing.