(chapter two. )

Draco Malfoy picked up the Daily Prophet one morning and nearly choked on his sip of coffee. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The front of the cover read in big bold letters : Harry Potter gone missing after he flew into a rage kicking his wife out of their shared Home! The pictures showed Ginny gesturing wildly to Auror's she was crying , mascara running down her face.

Liars! Draco's mind shouted. He had gotten skilled at telling lies from truth, and this was one big lie.

"Do you see this rubbish!" Draco shouted at Blaise Zabini who had stayed the night at the Malfoy Manor. The Italian boy looked wildly away from his cereal and saw the paper. He thought it might have been something else, but it was only the Potters.

"Yeah what about it?" He mumbled around a mouthful of cereal. He didn't really care what happened to Harry and his wife, and honestly didn't know why Draco seemed to care so much. They didn't hate Harry or that lot anymore.

They realized how stupid it was to live off of old prejudices' like that. Once the war had cleared and they went back to finish their last year, they realized how much alike they were with the other people. Half bloods, Muggle born , Everyone lost friends everyone had lost someone. Draco didn't want to be that hateful stuck up person anymore. So he changed, and only really did Blaise change with him.

What Blaise didn't know was that Draco had went steps further than that. He sought Harry out to apologize, he felt the only person besides Hermione he really needed to apologize to was Harry. He had only been so rotten because it got his father praise and attention. Draco realized after Lucius had died in the war that his ideas were flawed and following really wasn't best. So he broke away from all that and went to talk to Harry, and Harry amazingly started to forgive Draco. The became friends.

"This is absolute lies. Harry would never ever throw that ginger out, even when I told him she was no good for him! She's lying to smear his name, and look like the victim. Harry's probably out there hurting." Draco fumed angrily. Blaise sighed putting his spoon down staring his friend directly in the eye not really believing how protective Draco was sounding.

"Just let it go mate. He'll come back once he gets over that slut." Blaise said taking his spoon back into his hand. Eating another spoonful. Draco didn't say anything more, but he didn't let it go. He'd never let it go. Ginny was lying. Harry was missing and no tracking spell they tried was finding him.

Five years later Draco stepped out of another store with a false led yet again. For the past four years he had done nothing but work, and when ever he could try and hunt down Harry James Potter. The first year after Harry disappeared the papers were all over it looking for any clues to Harry's vanishing act. Yet near the end they ran out of leads, the got bored. Harry Potter became old news, but not to Draco.

There was this connection between Harry and Draco. It was like a tangible feeling that just was forming, like a half gas half liquid thing trying to solidify. Draco was slowly becoming obsessed. After the papers quit picking up the story Draco took things into his own hands. He went to the house he shared with Ginny and some how persuaded the slut to let him in so he could search. She had a baby on her hip, her new husband gone to work.

Draco could do math though. That baby was definitely conceived months before Harry disappeared. It enraged him to see her so comfortable even though she had divorced Harry with out him being around and definitely cheated on him while they were together.

"Glad to see your well Ginny." Draco said tonelessly stepping into Harry's study. He didn't want to be rude to the girl, not when she could through him out and he so desperately needed to find Harry. He couldn't tell you why, but Draco felt something like a crush for the boy, and could not leave him out their hurting.

Draco knew how fragile Harry really was, and wanted nothing more but to stop his pain and save him from himself. It was half repaying a debt to saving him from Voldemort, but it was also something more. He wanted the boy to lean on him, to love him, he wanted to posses all of Harry. It was an insane desire, one that he couldn't tell you where it came from. It was as if when all his hate his father drilled into him disappeared all that was left was like for Harry. Unconditional fondness.

The study had lots of books every where. Harry wasn't a smarty book worm like Hermione was, but he loved to read. On the desk in the middle of the room sat a journal. It was dusty in the room like no one had entered, and that's when Draco realized that it was spelled to forever stay. No one but Harry could disturb the rooms order. You could pick things up and move them, but if you put them some place different it would go directly back to the place Harry last left it.

Draco couldn't keep the smile off his face as he looked around Harry's study. It was nice being around all his favorite things, all the things Ginny hadn't been able to pack up and shove the boxes in to Grimmauld Place. Sighing Draco sat at the desk pulling the journal closer to him. Never would he do this to Harry's private journal, but he needed to now. It might fill him in to where Harry would go because he wasn't at Grimmauld place or the ruins at Godric's Hollow.

Draco opened the book and read aloud.

"…Its so quiet in the house. Ginny is never her anymore. After the miscarriage I lost interest in sex with her…" Draco noticed how his writing was shaky like the was reluctant to write those words down.

"She told me the reason I wouldn't make love to her was because I was struggling with my homosexuality, but I'm not a homosexual, I can't be! I wont be." These words were written so harshly so fearfully that the left grooves in the paper that Draco could feel when he ran his hands over the page. He read the whole journal, and found out many things, but nothing about where he went.

As he read Draco got a sense of the real Harry. His complete personality which was very broken and in need of care and love and support. When Draco read about the abuse Harry suffered at the hands of his uncle Draco wanted to cry. According to this underneath the glamour's Harry held twenty four seven there was a myriad of scars that marred his back abdomen and arms. Two of them of his own making when he tried to kill himself on the broken glass of a mirror his uncle through him into. Harry slit his wrists, but cried for help too afraid at the age of eight to really die.

It was sad to read of the torment, and how much Harry hated his scars, and felt they disfigured him. Draco knew though that if he saw these scars Harry would still be as beautiful to him as he had always been.

Draco learned through Harry's words that Harry couldn't sleep alone or he would have nightmares of the war. When Ginny left the bed in the middle of the night Harry would wake up gasping and in tears. He learned that being abandoned was the last thing Harry could take. He also learned that Ginny was a cheater or that Harry didn't want to believe it, but he documented all the evidence never putting together that Ginny cheats. He needed the love and comfort she was supposed to offer.

Read this Draco launched himself from the desk chair, out in to the hall.

"Weasley!" Draco hollered trying to find that blasted woman. He found her with her wand in had in her baby's room. Completely disturbed by how this looked. Like he was another Voldemort and she and he baby another Potter family. He stopped dead in the door way and calmed himself.

"I know that you conceived that child while you were married to Harry. I know that you cheated, and that the story you told the papers was false. Just tell me where he is. You know don't you?" He asked trying to keep his voice neutral. Ginny never relinquished her wand, and Draco made no move to grab his own.

"I don't know, I didn't lie-" Draco couldn't stand her lying and momentarily lost control punching the wall besides him. Ginny flinched, but her baby just cooed not afraid at least.

"Okay! He Apparated or something in the middle of the room while I was telling him I was pregnant. His magic went wild and the there was this blinding light and he was gone! I swear!" Ginny yelled pointing her wand directly and Draco's face. There was no more questions to be asked here though. Ginny finally told the truth. Quietly he backed up out of view and left the house. He needed to check some things.

For the next four years Draco was all over the world. After he had done some research he discovered that what Harry might have experienced was a Magical meltdown caused by extreme mental trauma, causing his magic to explode Apparating him to some unknown location, and the blow back of a such a high magical surge could have wiped his memory causing him to be lost. His magic drained to a point they couldn't track it.

For four years Draco traveled to anyplace he heard rumors of having seen the great Harry Potter. Even after Harry Potter had been declared dead. Yet every where he went he could feel it wasn't the right place. He could feel Harry wasn't dead. He wanted to spend all his time searching, until his mother sent him on a forced vacation.

She said that the stress of work and searching for Harry was making him sick. With a kiss and a very stern terrifying look Narcissa sent Draco to Edinburgh Scotland setting him up in a little apartment with two bedrooms and a nice bathroom, wonderful kitchen and living areas.

He was twenty six years old, and walking through a park in Edinburgh. The trees were green and lush along with everything else, but there was a chill in the air that required a jacket, pants and the scarf Draco was wrapped in. This place felt peaceful, and even though he didn't want to stop looking for Harry, but this place felt right. It felt like it had something he was missing. Something he needed.

There were children running in the park laughing in merriment. Draco watched them smiling as well. He loved children and wanted to have a nice cozy family one day. Preferably after he found Harry, and maybe if Harry could ever love him, They could start a family together. The thought made Draco smile even brighter as he walked further into the wooded trails of the park.

There were giggles somewhere near by, giggles and something else. Something Draco had to strain his ears to hear. It sounded like crying. Soft muffled crying. Hearing the giggles and crying made him think of Harry, and how he wrote of his cousin and his friends bullying him in the woods near their school playground, leaving him to cry. Suddenly Draco couldn't just ignore the children, he leapt from the trail and over a bush getting closer and closer to the children's voices.

"Look at those big glasses, and that stupid scar. How'd you get that dork?" They said in a Scottish accent. They were maybe eight or nine, and he saw the boy they bullied. A small scrawny boy who cried . His big glasses sitting broken besides him, his slightly babyish hands rubbing his eyes full of tears. He was maybe five years old. \

Then there was the scar.

A Lightening bolt shaped scar.

Draco rushed towards the kids suddenly filled with insane joy and hope. Could it be? Could this child really be Harry? Merlin he wanted it to be him so ,so bad.

"Hey get away from that kid!" Draco yelled firmly, the kids took one look at the adult and ran leaving the dirtied crying Harry look alike on the ground sobbing. Draco stopped his sprint once he was a foot away not winded at all. He was to excited to be tired. The boy looked exactly like he though a little Harry would. Scar, big green innocent eyes, black unruly hair. It was him it had to be him! Draco could feel it in his heart that this had to be his Harry.

"Are you okay? The didn't hurt you?" The little Harry looked up at Draco, sobbing stopped. His had closed around his broken glasses and Draco realized the boy couldn't see with out them. Just like older Harry.

"Do you want me to show you something cool?" Draco asked the child pulling out his wand. The little boy's eyes light up like he recognized a wand, but just couldn't place what it was and why he should know it. He nodded eagerly wanting to know what this man was willing to share with him. Draco had the boy hold the glasses in his open palms and touched the wand to them.

"Reparo!" Draco said with a dramatic flourish to entertain the boy. The little boy giggled wildly placing the fixed glasses on his little face. He looked at Draco with complete adoration.

"What's your name ? Mine's Draco Lucius Malfoy." The little boy giggled smiling brightly. He liked Draco's name.

"Hadrian Willow. I'm Willow cause I was born under a tree." Hadrian said brightly, and that's when Draco knew. This boy wasn't born under a tree, Harry James Potter's magic went beserk Turning Harry in to a little boy, found here under a Willow tree stuck in a group home for orphaned children. It made sense if you really tried to think about it. What do you do when something is so broken you cant figure out how to fix it? You go back to the beginning, and work form there. This was like his magic's way of protecting Harry. Giving him a chance to be in a place that was good for him.

"Pretty." Hadrian said touching Draco's wand gently. As he did it sparked slightly in a pretty shade of green almost exactly like Hadrian's eyes. Draco had no doubts them. A magical child with glasses, green eyes, lightening bolt scar, and unruly black hair? This was who he had been searching for. He couldn't let him go now.

"Hadrian. Will you take me to the place you live? I want to talk to someone there." The boy beamed at Draco taking his hand. The blonde man was led away from the park, and down busy streets. Surprisingly the Group home wasn't far from the park. A tall old building. On the garden out side children were playing. When the two walked through the gates a nun spotted them and ran over eyes wide in relief, and anger.

"Where have you been! This is the third time this week you've gone out side with out telling anyone!" She chided the boy taking his hand from Draco's not even paying attention to the man. "You're barely five years old you can't go wondering on your own."

"But I had to find it! It was here!" The boy screamed trying to pull his hand out of the woman's grasp.

"For the last time Hadrian, Your soul isn't missing a piece! Its all inside of you." The nun exclaimed, and Draco's heart leapt. Mates have been said to be souls that belong together. That fit like two pieces of a puzzle. Their meant to be no matter what. A child's mind could easily mistake that for his soul missing. Is that why Draco was so drawn to Harry? Why he was so desperate to find Harry? Were they mates?

That would be why for the past week Hadrian was out looking for something in the parks. For the past week Draco had been in Edinburgh. And walking through that park so close to Hadrian's Group home. Maybe the magic bond of Mates made Hadrian have to find Draco.

"Yes it is! I found it! Its in him!" Hadrian screamed in his little Scottish accent pointing to Draco and for the first time the nun took notice of the pale blonde that was standing a few feet away from them. Waiting for their attention to turn back to him.

"Oh dear I didn't even notice you were there! Thank you so much for bringing Hadrian home, He's a difficult child, and there's so many to watch…" She said trailing off looking at the other many children playing around the grounds. No doubt there were more inside somewhere. However hearing her call Hadrian a difficult child didn't really make Draco the happiest at the moment. Hadrian was looking up at him with big eager green eyes. He wanted to be holding Draco's hand, but the Nun wouldn't let go.

"I was looking for this place any ways, Sister…"

"McCain." She finished for Draco.

"Well Sister McCain. I was looking for this place anyways. I'm looking to adopt a child." Draco lied flawlessly. He really hadn't been looking to adopt a child, but he couldn't just Leave Harry now that he found him. Draco fully intended to go in the room with that Nun, and make all the documents of Hadrian Willow completely disappear along with her memory of him. And anyone in charge here.

"Really?" Hadrian and McCain said in unison. They both new that Draco was talking about Hadrian when he said 'child'. A little shocked the nun let go of Hadrian's hand. Hadrian now free ran into Draco's arms who scooped him up effortlessly. Hadrian had the biggest smile that would not go away. Draco didn't want it too. This was the happiest he ever saw the boy. Even when he was Harry, there was always a darkness lurking behind his happiness that he just wouldn't let go. Now he didn't remember it, there was not darkness to let go.

"Lets go to my office. The Father in charge here. Father McKee will join us." McCain said leading them into the building. Three other nuns were watching the children out side so McCain didn't bother to call someone else to watch the children. She just ushered them in to a office with a desk and four chairs. One be hind the desk two in front, and one by the door.

Draco put Hadrian down well The nun sat. When she was far enough away he turned to whisper to the boy.

"Go to your room and put your things together this will be done soon, and you can come live with me." Hadrian smiled and ran off up the stairs to his room. Draco turned his attention back to the Nun just when a tall old man walked in. He had short white hair and wire rimmed glasses, and even though there wasn't a beard and weird hat he sort of reminded Draco of Dumbledore, if only a little. Something about the warm twinkling blue eyes. He sat in the chair be sides the other in front of the desk and Draco took the vacant chair.

"Hello my name is Father McKee, an nun said to come and discus adoption with a young man wishing to adopt little Hadrian." The Father said talking to Draco. He smiled brightly, like Dumbledore would do.

"Yes my name is Draco Malfoy."

"You don't sound like you're from Scotland. Mind telling us why you came all the way here to adopt a child?" Draco sighed it wasn't like the people would remember anything about this, he wanted to just spell them now.

" I was looking for a friend of mines child. He and the mother died in an accident, and the child was left somewhere. I've been looking every where and Hadrian is that little boy. So if you will just bring me all his papers, and we can be on with this ?" The Father looked at him suspiciously and Draco decided that he really didn't have any patients with this. He pulled his want and pointed it at the door.

"Defigo." He recited and the door shut and locked with a definite click. The nun fainted but The good father just sat there shocked.

"Accio Papers on Hadrian Willow." The papers in the file cabinet flew out landing in a pile on the desk. A few moments later papers drifted in from under the door to be with the rest. Draco sighed glad he had all the papers in order. Then he turned to the Father wand drawn.

"What are you?" The Father gasped staring fearfully at the wand in Draco's hand. The silly Muggle probably thought he was some demon sent from Satan. The thought mad Draco smile a bit.

"Don't worry Father I'm not a Demon, I wont hurt the little boy. But you don't even have to worry, because you won't remember a thing." And the Draco spelled them using a combination of the Privatus spell and binding spells to make them forget the meeting they shared and anything about the young child they raised for five years. So not to leave a blind spot in their memories he just replaced Hadrian's face with another child's face that was in their memories.

When he had the papers in hand and the pair in the room where completely enchanted he unlocked the door stepping out of the room. Draco had just enough time to shut the door before Hadrian came crashing into him with a giant smile on his face. The boy had a rucksack on his back, and a teddy bear in hand.

"Is that all you have?" Draco asked and the boy nodded. Oh well Draco thought. Once he found a way to make Hadrian Harry a gain the boy would have all he needed. Once he got his love back and got him declared alive again, everything could start working out in the wizarding world. For now though Draco was happy to spend time with the child Hadrian. A version of Harry Draco never knew, and he would fully take this opportunity to see what Harry was like as a child.

"What do I call you?" Hadrian asked from Draco's arms as they neared the apartment Draco was staying in. Draco just smiled and opened the door.

"Call me Draco, little Dragon." With a smile he set him down gesturing to the modest apartment. " And this is our home. For now.' Hadrian giggled excitedly and ran to find his room, which thankfully was furnished as a guest bedroom. Hadrian would be fine in it for now.