Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 13

Months began to pass. And Harry's former soul became one with his current. He had both sets of memories now. His own current ones. And his past. But his past seemed to now be the more dominant. So, Harry checked himself out of Mungos and went in search of Draco. But he didn't know where to start. He collected Sirius...and disappeared from the view of the world. Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. And months turned into four years. Harry had a thick beard now. He looked very much like a vagabond. He had decided this time around to not adopt Teddy. Perhaps they could avoid a repeat of history...should he ever find Draco.
Sirius was full grown now. And he loped ahead of Harry, sniffing out for Draco. Harry carried with him a single clothe that he had stolen from Draco's old family home. And he was using Sirius to find him, since tracking spells didn't seem to work. His legs, ankles and feet hurt. He wanted to sit down. But walking through the dark rainy streets of London...he felt he was close. He HAD to be.

Draco never did return to Hogwarts. Between Christmas and the end of the year, he lived in Snape's house, studying his books. Severus knew he would be there, at one point, and had instructions for him. Make a potion, not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. And Draco stared long and hard at these instructions. Why would he want to make one, for the sake of making one? And then one day, weeks after the note was found, boredom kicked in and a potion Draco did make. He picked it from memory, and as he gathered the ingredients and mixed them all together, he found that, without the pressure of a teacher watching, or the threat of Neville blowing the classroom up, this was actually fun. And so began his journey, of discovering the passion.
He did write his N.E.. Just not at Hogwarts. He went to Durmstrang, they understood him and his unique situation, and they allowed him to write the tests and graduate there. And he scored the highest mark on the Potion's test since Severus himself took the exam. He was even accepted by the Ministry to go for Auror training. And he did well, until an assignment almost got him killed, and maybe it was the coward in him, but he wasn't ready to die like that. He tried Professional Quidditch, that didn't work out. Even taught Potions at Durmstrang for a year, to cover the current teachers maternity leave. When that ended, he tried Muggle jobs, a few months at McDonalds, he tried working at a mens clothing store, nothing seemed to work. Plus he was still getting the dreams, and memories, though with a potion that he managed to create, the memories were manageable, currently he was living with the current ones, and the past, not sure of what to do or think about them. For four years he dealt with the memories, along with jumping from job to job.
He was living in a small basement suite in London when he finally caught his break. He had long since gathered all of Sev's books and notes, cauldrons, even his old hat. To Draco, these things meant something. He was working some dead end muggle job at a convenience store, but he had finally got the nerve to send out the letter for the job he seemed destined for. The day he got a reply, he was outside, with Olivia. It was dark, and rainy, but for some reason, the cat wanted to be outside. As the owl swooped in and dropped the letter, Draco's hands were shaking. And yet as he opened it, and read the letter, he let out an excited yelp. "I got the job, finally Slughorn can actually retire!" And finally he could be out of Minerva's hair. Olivia leapt into his arms, and he laughed, holding her close, and then she did that singing thing, and he was glad he had the radio with him. Easier to explain, having a radio. Singing cats weren't exactly normal.

Suddenly Sirius stilled, head tilted to the side, hearing the singing. He raised his nose and sniffed the wet air. Then he gave an excited bark and took off down the road. Harry only used a leash when they went about in the daylight. At night, he knew Sirius wouldn't wander far...until he took off running. "Sirius!" he yelped, and took off after him. The funny thing about a black dog running down the street at night...you never see him until he finally runs into the light and jumps up on you. As Sirius did to Draco. He licked Draco, and then Olivia, and gave another excited bark. "Down boy!" Harry said, finally running into view. "S-Sorry about that." Harry gasped out, hunched over, hands on his knees. He raised his head, scratching his beard, he looked like a smaller thinner Hagrid...with glasses.

As the dog hit him, Draco hit the ground. The wet...muddy ground. And he was sputtering and trying to push the beast off him when some forest hermit Hagrid cross came running up. "That's why they invented leashes you moron, to keep wild animals from attacking innocent citizens." Apparently Draco good mood had turned foul. He was really good at flipping emotions like that.

"He's not a wild animal, he's a dog." Harry whistled and Sirius climbed off of Draco, running around him happily and then back to Harry where he jumped in place. Harry patted his wet head and smiled at him. Then he went over to Draco and grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet. Then he stared at him hard. His eyes widened. "Draco? I...I almost didn't recognize you! You have scruff!" He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell, and the mud seemed to melt right off Draco. "There. Good as new." He grinned at him, looking like a wild rapist in the night.

Draco looked at his arm after the wild man pulled him up, like he was going to develop some kind of rash or something. He wasn't sure how the guy knew him, but he was certain he needed to get away. "Look...go back to your cardboard box, or park bench, or whatever, and get off my property." He scooped the Hogwart's letter from a puddle and backed up a few steps.

"And what? Sleep? I haven't slept for..." He counted on his fingers, head tilted to the side. "...Almost three days. Been busy looking for you. Oh! You got a Hogwarts letter! Did you get the Potions job? I knew you would! You shouldn't have been such a brat about it though."

"Look...I - I don't know you..." He backed closer to the stairs leading down to his door. "Get off my property and leave me alone, or I will call the police." And with that he bolted inside, Olivia right behind him, the tone of her meows basically calling Draco an idiot. He slammed the door, locked it, and cast a spell to keep the bum from apparating inside. He was safe...for now.

"Draco! MMPH!" He ran face first into the door. He pulled back and rubbed his nose. Then he pounded on the door. "Draco! Draco open the door! Look, just...Just let me use your bathroom. You'll recognize me then! Please! Come on, it's pouring out here!" He sneezed.

Draco was curious though, how the bum knew him, but he could have known him from anywhere. At McDonalds he had to wear a name tag, even at the place he was at now. Could just be some weird stalker rapist guy. And he was much to sexy to be raped by a mini Hagrid. "Go away." He called out, before moving away from the door. He needed to get changed into something dry.

"Draco Malfoy!" He pounded and kicked at the door, Sirius barked. Finally he sighed, slipping down and leaning against the door frame. If Draco would give him the chance to get cleaned up then he would know. He sighed and Sirius gave up barking and laid his head in Harry's lap. Harry lightly petted him. "Good boy." He murmured.

Yet Draco felt...bad. So he did his one good deed of the year. He took the last of his cash until payday and put it in an envelope, along with a note. He had a hunch the bum was sitting right outside his door.
Go get cleaned up, and leave me alone.
He slid the note and the money outside the mail slot. Maybe that would give him some peace and quiet for a while.

Harry stared at the money and sighed. "Come on Sirius." He grumbled, getting to his feet and walking down the street with him. He returned about an hour later and knocked on the door. He had little nicks on his face, having not shaved in a couple of years. His hair was trimmed again. His clothes were still filthy but he was fine with that for now.

"No one's home." He called to the knock. His place was a mess, not where one would ever think a Malfoy would be living. But being cut off from his parents money, and jumping from dead end job to dead end job, this was it. A little hole in the wall.

Harry tried again. Finally he sighed and drew his wand, he looked down at Sirius. "You, be good." He ordered. Then he pointed his wand at Draco's door. "Bombarda!" And the door flew inwards. Sirius jumped in and Harry walked in calmly. A silohuette against the street lamps. He stepped over the wreckage and waved his wand, and the pieces flew back up into place. "Really Draco? Making me use spells to get in? I see you haven't changed much." Harry looked at him.

Draco jumped at least a foot in the air when his door was blown inwards. "You should learn to knock." He muttered. Apparently he was still clueless when it came to who was standing in his house. But Olivia was rubbing against his leg, meowing happily.

Harry scooped Olivia up and pet her. "Hey girl." He said quietly. "Kept him safe but didn't improve his manners." He snorted. "I did knock. You chose to ignore it." He went over and took a seat on the couch. Sirius jumped up too. "No Sirius. Down." He pointed at the floor. Sirius made a noise like a grumble and slipped to the floor.

Sirius. Sirius? Wasn't that the name of. Oh hell no, Potter was the wild man? That's why Olivia was alright around him, around the dog too. Potter the guy he was apparently supposed to love? Oh no. No no no. He was not about to be dealing with those memories. Not right now. He darted into the fridge and downed the potion. It would suppress them for now. He took a deep breath, and returned to the living area. "Come here you big dumb dog." He said with a smirk, looking at the black lab, all grown up before him.

Sirius came running over, jumping onto him again and licking his face. Harry laughed. "Oh sure, you remember the dog but not me." He shook his head. Harry raised a brow at him. "...Are you...alright?"

Draco laughed, and finally got Sirius off him. "Go sit down. Yes on the couch if you want." He sat up and looked at Harry. "Why wouldn't I be? I wasn't the one wandering the streets looking like wolfman."

"Not my fault." Harry said, frowning at him. "I've been searching for you for four years." His lips pursed and he slowly bowed his head. "...And...you still don't remember..." He lowered his gaze. "I had hoped..that after a few years...you might remember."

"What don't I remember? Being seduced by female Weasley, almost dying? Or being in love with you?" He watched Harry carefully. He was struggling with both sets of memories, reality and the reality that never was. The potions helped him focus.

Harry looked at him hopefully. "Do you...remember being in love with me? Are you...?" He asked, fearful of the answer.

"Yes I remember it. Am I though?" He paused. "I haven't seen you in four years...what do you want from me?" He sighed and turned away from Harry, again looking around the place he called a home. Hogwarts would be good for him. Better then this little piece of hell.

Harry looked a bit hurt and bowed his head. "Understandable..." He said quietly. He looked up at him, forcing smile on his face. But it was clear that he was hurt. "I'm sorry...I tried to get to you sooner...but...yeah...I'm sorry..." He bowed his head and stood, setting Olivia on the couch. "I should be going..."

"You better be going back to that hotel room I paid for..." It was only two days until payday. And he had some of those ramen instant noodle things. He'd get by. "Hey Potter...I did get the job..." He knew Harry was hurt, but he was confused.

Harry smiled a bit and shook his head. "Here." He handed back Draco's money. "I have money. I just..." He shook his head again. "I knew you would get the job. Its perfect." He turned and opened the door. "Come on Sirius." Sirius whimpered and trotted out. Harry opened his mouth to say something and then thought better of it. "...Goodbye Draco." He finally said and the door shut with the sound of finality...

Draco shook his head. Potter couldn't even accept the tiniest bit of kindness from him. It wasn't often he was nice like that.

P.S.: And so the story continues...