"There has to be a way!" Sirius yelled out in frustration, red in the face, eyes blazing in fury. His son sat by his side quietly, trying to take in the thought that in another life his father was dead and he was never born.

"Of course there is. Two twenty-six year olds managed it on their own," James agreed, looking rather irritated himself, taking his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked as though he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep since the discovery of the Other Harry.

"Yes, but they didn't try to find a specific universe to travel to, he ended up here by accident..." Lily Potter looked solemnly.

Her son had barged into her bedroom the other morning with tears falling down his face uncontrollably, trying to piece words together for her to understand. Once she and James calmed him down to a gentle sob, he had finally explained what had happened to him and what he had learned.

There was another Harry out there that had no parents, no sister, no Sirius, no Alekz. His experience had haunted him, seeing his childhood home destroyed and kept as a memorial for his deceased parents. Of course he had known his parents weren't dead, but knowing he could have had that life truly disturbed him. When he returned after three days of that life, the moment he opened his eyes he broke down to his parents, whom held him for hours it felt like, crying along with him.

Lily and James locked eyes the moment they realized their son didn't just have a bad dream. The moment they saw this other Harry, he had brought them both into a crushing hug and told them he loved them any chance he had. They didn't appreciate it as much as they did until they found out that boy wasn't their boy, but another that had lost his parents before he could even walk.

They had contacted Albus Dumbledore almost immediately to try and find that other Harry. Charlotte seemed just as distraught as Harry did, realizing she didn't even exist in other worlds. She felt like her existence was suddenly wrong, but switched her mindset, determined to find a way to be in contact this other Harry and be a sister to him, even if it was just through letters. She was so bonded with her brother, she could feel the guilt he had for having such a perfect life. She knew all of them would just like to say something...anything...rather than just live on as if nothing had happened.

"I'm afraid there isn't any experiences we can read about when dealing with alternate universe travelling, there's no known wizards that have done it and lived to tell about it. It's remarkable that Harry and Draco managed it on their own. However, I must admit I had attempted it for enjoyment purposes only..." Dumbledore humored (Harry pictured Dumbledore talking to a bunch of other Dumbledore's and found himself laughing), "Meditation with oneself can open many doors. I think the first step is for us is to have our Harry open up his mind in ways not many could do."

~*~HPDM~*~

"So I hear you slept with Harry on your first date," Hermione said bluntly, which caused Draco to spit out his butterbeer. Just the reaction Hermione was looking for.

"Bloody hell, we didn't sleep together!"

"Oh I know, I was just teasing," Hermione grinned at her idiot friend, "He told me all about it. I must say it's about time."

"Yeah-yeah. You're always right. What's this I hear about Blaise suddenly asking Ginny Weasley out on a date?" He raised his eyebrows at her.

"I saw him in the office when I dropped off sweets to Ron and suggested he take her out," Hermione said firmly, standing by her match-making.

"Yes, so I was told. Apparently they already had their date and it went splendidly," Draco revealed.

Hermione squealed and clapped her hands together, she was always right. Ginny and Harry may not have worked out, but Hermione had been determined to find her sister-in-law a new mate and when she saw Blaise everything just clicked. He had been Ron's partner in the Auror department before he quit to help George in the joke shop and remembered him to be a real gentlemen. She would never tell Ron that she was the one that set it up, but she knew Blaise was a good man and she knew Ron would eventually approve.

"Harry has been dismissive," Draco said out of the blue. He sighed and looked out the window of the little restaurant.

"What do you mean?"

"Our date was amazing. Perfect even. But now he's being dismissive and won't open up at all, I think I messed something up," He explained, rubbing his chin.

"I've noticed he's been a little down today, but I thought he was just tired. He also mentioned having weird dreams about one of the glimpses he experienced. As if he was seeing them again. Maybe that's why he's acting strange. Maybe he just misses them. I'll have to talk to the bloody git," Hermione huffed, rubbing her large pregnant belly.

"You think he misses his parents?" Draco asked, feeling sorry for Harry.

"He could miss them, yes. But it doesn't make sense that he'd cut you out the way you say."

"When's that thing coming out?" Draco pointed down at her stomach.

"That thing is my son, and he has a name already you know! He's over-due now, I'm hoping he'll be exiting the building any day now," She winced as her little baby kicked her rib.

"Well, I'm off to wallow in my misery until Potter talks to me again," He stood up and put money on the table for lunch and gave Hermione a good-bye hug with a kiss to the cheek, "See you and your spawn soon I hope."

~*~HPDM~*~

Harry hated to admit it, but Narcissa Malfoy's words had been running through his mind the moment he heard them. He knew from the glimpses that he wanted to have a family, he had grown to love Marcelline, Brin, and Forest in those short three days. He knew he wouldn't be happy if he didn't have a family of his own. He hadn't thought about it since choosing to be with Draco, and now it's all he thought about.

He sighed loudly and visualized the large tree from the backyard of the home from his first glimpse. He wondered if that home was an actual place in this world. He pictured it in his mind with great detail, just the backyard and the massive tree, and took a chance and apparated.

He felt the pull of apparition and landed somewhere, slowly opening his eyes. It turned out the place was in his own world as well, only abandoned and untouched. The grass was tall, the forest was unkept, the house was old and battered.

The tree was there in all it's glory, so Harry made his way over and sat at the base of it, stretching his legs out. The tree was older and larger, but still a perfect spot for thinking and relaxing. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind around him, trying to clear his mind.

Harry had lived a life without real parents, without acceptance, and even without love for the first eleven years of his life. Hogwarts had shown him a home, gave him a few life-long friendships, and even love. And yet he was still teased and picked on by other students, almost always called a liar in some way, shape, or form, and had the world weighing on his shoulders. He had always felt like the universe was constantly shitting on him like a seagull; out of no-where, unexpected, and unwanted.

Being able to look beyond all of that was always easy to Harry, but he never expected the universe would turn up-side down and give him everything he had always wanted. He had a good thing started with Draco Malfoy, he had met some amazing children in his glimpses, and he even met a mirror of what his parents could have been.

His dreams since returning home had been strange, as if he was still spying in on their lives. Well, one life in particular - Potter #2. He dreamt of that life every night, thinking about his parents, his sister, Sirius and Alekz. He had hoped deep down they were thinking about him, and his second night home he dreamt of them arguing about him and wanting to find him. He woke up feeling sad but happy, wishing it were all real rather than a dream.

As Harry sat there, he let the idea of him and Draco really sink in. They had been partners in the Auror Department for years and had been so comfortable with their relationship that it had occupied his time and without realizing, it had even satisfied him in the sense he didn't even think about finding a romantic partner. He didn't need one, because somehow he knew he already had one; a partner. He didn't realize how lonely he had been for comfort and physical contact until that date the other day. Feeling butterflies from head to toe was foreign to him at twenty-six years old.

And yet there he sat, avoiding the very man he had on his mind, drowning himself in his thoughts of what Narcissa Malfoy had pointed out. Why was Draco angry with her for pointing it out? Did Draco not want children so he lashed out at the very mention of them? He knew he should just ask him, he had never had a problem confronting Draco as best mates.

He took his little journal from his back pocket and wrote to Potter...

"Harry?" He wrote, hoping if Marcelline saw it that she would pass it to her father.

"Everything alright?"

"Having some dark thoughts, have time to share some advice about something?"

"Sure thing, I'm with Hermione too, I'm sure she'll be even more useful than I."

Harry grinned because he knew Potter was probably right.

"I've found out what my heart wants... It's Draco Malfoy. But meeting your children really got me realizing I want a family of my own and I'm afraid Draco won't want kids or that maybe he wants his own biological kids... I've never thought about a man this way before. What if I'm just temporary until he had to find a woman so he can carry out his family name?"

"Harry, it's Hermione. You're so daft! There's other methods of having children! You could adopt if you'd like to find a child that's not very well off or needs a home, or you could find a woman that would surrogate for you or Draco so the child is at least one of yours. As for your fear of him not wanting to be a father some day, just be an adult and talk to him about it. I'm so happy that you've found your hearts desires, don't let it bring you down! If you're concerned about being temporary, just ask him! You have nothing to lose, better ask now rather than later."

Harry could have smacked himself in the face, he felt foolish for not thinking about that. Of course there was other methods of having children, if had just told his own Hermione of his worries she would have saved him days worth of worrying.

He stood up from the tree, wiping dirt off his jeans and apparated to Malfoy Manor... It was time for some serious sucking up. He would show Draco he was worth keeping around.

~*~HPDM~*~

Harry met once again with the entrance to the Malfoy Gardens, it was truly beautiful even on the cloudy summer day. He found himself walking barefoot through the pathway that he knew would lead up the little house, but quickly trailed off, curiosity taking the better of him. There was so much of the garden that he hadn't yet seen, and he had to think about what to say to Draco when he found him.

He stumbled upon a white wooden bridge, it had a high arch that went over a large pond filled with funny looking water creatures. The bridge was surrounded with pink cherry blossom trees, the scent alone calmed him greatly. He stood in the middle, looking out at the beautiful scene before him.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry jumped, startled, at Narcissa Malfoy – the cause of his recent confliction.

"Er- yes, quiet beautiful," Harry nodded, focusing his attention back to the scents and sounds around him.

"I hope our last meeting didn't upset you, Mr. Potter," She spoke again, looking ravishing as always.

"Actually, you did upset me," Harry said bluntly, feeling frustration boil in the pit of his stomach, "I've only come to terms with my feelings for Draco, and your comment gave me the impression you assume I'm only temporary to him. But I'm here to tell you now, I don't plan on being temporary."

A smile spread across the woman's face, leaving Harry slightly confused.

"I must say I'm more than pleased to hear you say that. You see, my darling Draco had been so happy with your recent arrangement but darkness clouded his judgement and doubt had him thinking you'd eventually leave him for a woman, thinking it's much easier in many ways."

"Why would he think I would change my mind eventually?"

"Mr. Potter, we all know you've had a hard life. One can only assume you'll want to live an easier adult life, and seeing you have such a hard time choosing to leave Ginny Weasley gave Draco the fear you'd eventually go back to that easier path. So he's decided to live life day-by-day, trying to enjoy it while he can. But I was having none of that nonsense, because I know my son deserves the world. I had to know if you were in it for the long run or not willing to work hard at it."

"Well, I'm here to tell him that I am in it for the long run. In fact, he's got the choice to have me either forever, or not at all." Harry admitted easily, "I should be off to find him now." Harry nodded his head to her and ran off towards the little house.

He slowed down his pace after a few moments, thinking of all the things he should say after his discovery, when he was nearing his cave of lily flowers and saw feet sticking out from the opening. He grinned as he realized Draco had been laying in the tunnel, probably moping about him.

"Hey," Harry said, still grinning widely. He kicked Draco's barefoot and made him jump.

"Oi, you wanker, I was napping," Draco grumbled, looking up at Harry, "Is that an owl behind you?"

Harry turned and face a large brown owl perched on a branch above his head. It stuck out it's little foot and Harry untied the letter so it could fly off once more. He unrolled the little note and read aloud:

Hermione is in labour, St. Mungo's whenever you can!

Harry held his hand out to help Draco up, which Draco took easily and stood, wiping his pants off of any dirt or grass.

"Shall we?" Draco said walking off to the apparation point, not bothering to check if Harry followed or not.

Harry smiled, Draco was sulking. He'd talk to Draco in the waiting room.