Something was wrong. Ever since he came back from Hogwarts for summer holidays he has known that his parents were hiding something important from him. They would spend hours researching libraries, his father almost everyday have been visiting ministry and every night he could see them whispering or arguing and every single time he was near their conversations abruptly stopped.

If he was a Gryffindor he would just ask that what is going on but he knew better than that. They wouldn't tell him and his questions would make them even more secretive and cautious in their hiding. His plan about discovering the matter would be harder to accomplish.

They weren't unfaithful to each other that at least was obvious by the way they were acting. They loved each other and had no secrets between them. The one person they were hiding something frow was Draco.

And just like any other secret one day it was revealed.

It was another normal summer day. Draco came back before the noon from his stay at Zabini Manor where he and his friends spent night enjoying their free time. When he stepped to the main hall he heard his mother voice. Trying not to be noticed and deciding to use this maybe only opportunity when his parents were not aware of his presence he quietly went as near the salon his parents were in as he could without exposing himself. He hid behind a pedestal on which there lay an antique vase and listened.

"You know that nothing is sure yet. We can't give him hope and then brutally take them away. He grieved once don't make him do this again." he heard his father's voice.

"He deserves to know even if it will hurt him. Severus agrees with me on this matter. You can't protect him from the truth forever."

"You can't expect him to just went on with our plan without acting on his emotions. We can't stand this that we are stuck in place imagine how will it affect him."

"He is our son. He is strong and composed enough not to act on his emotions."

Hearing that it is him that is the topic of their conversation only made Draco even more interested. This was his chance to know the reason of those secrets kept from him.

"We should wait, find more informations. It was our responsibility to protect him and we failed and he shouldn't be burdened with our mistakes. We will fix it. I can't let him hope and suffer when we fail them both again." said his father more calmly but with the same determination as at the beginning of their fight.

"Wouldn't you want to know in his place?"

The quiet followed and Draco could hear then move to sit on one of the loveseats. He was about to go and expose himself as if he just has arrived when he thought that the discussion is over but then he heard his father's silent response.

"How can I after all these years tell Draco that his brother is alive?"

Draco felt frozen. Since the funeral no one has spoken a word about Alessander and now they say that in reality he is still alive. But he personally saw his death.

He heard his heart pounding like a loud sound of drums. Everything seemed to be numb, not real. Like through a water he heard a sound of crushing of the vase and his name screamed by his parents alarmed of his presence by the clatter.

He ran not even daring to think about how it is even possible or what happened. His thoughts seemed shrewd to only one - how he could find if what they said is true. He knew only one way and he held to it like to a lifeline.

Twenty seconds up the stairs. Ten seconds of a corridor. Half minute it took him to reach his chambers. Five to lock the door that only he could open it. Next thirty seconds to open a secret shelf under his bed that hasn't been touched or looked at by him for last five years and take out plain silver box.

He stopped from opening it when doubt overwhelmed him. Maybe he misunderstood and hoped in vain? He sat on his bed and making his decision with shaky hands opened the box.

Inside there lied a identical pendant he gave his brother the day he wanted to leave their family because of danger he posed to them. Necklaces were a promise they made for each other that night.

Always and Forever.

With the necklaces they could always meet at their secret place - the cave they found in the forest near the Malfoy Manor as a kids. It had been their shelter from the outside world. It was like a seal for their brotherly bond to always help and keep their secrets from everyone and just be when other need it the most.

Draco looked at the word 'Forever' engraved on the surface of the necklace and with the new power that came to him grasped pendant firmly and spoke words activating hidden in it portkey.

"Always and Forever."

He felt a familiar feeling accompanying apparation and soon found himself at the entry to the cave. He rushed as fast as he could down the tunnel at the same time casting a Lumos with his wand he had with himself. After not even a minute he saw a widening of the corridor and knew that he was almost there. He entered the wide space before him and strengthened his spell only to see than someone already is there.

He felt anger that someone would dare to came there to their place. Even their parents haven't know about its existence. It was their secret place and their alone. He tried to calm himself before he could do something he would regret later and forced himself to rethink all this situation.

He looked at the boy that was standing in a centre of the chamber this time more closely and not blinded by his emotions. He was quite short and had a petite build. He couldn't see his face because of a hand shielding it. His hair however were the most peculiar - pure blond shade worth of the pride of every Malfoy but with a lot of black strings in them. Just as his clothes they lacked of elegancy and just by looking at them one could tell that boy was after some unpleasurable journey. Speaking of his clothes he was wearing a once elegant white robe now dirtied and a little torn in some places.

The boy made a poor sight but what captured Draco's attention was a pendant which chain boy had tightly clasped in his hand. Only one person who would be able to ever have in his possession their secret treasure had been...

He knew that running from the responsibility was an act of a child, a coward. But how could he now after breaking their bond look Asmodeus in the eyes? He wasn't able to predict fully Asmodeus' reaction at that news that it has been all his fault but he was sure that it wouldn't be good.

He was aware that what he have done is enough reason for a death penalty and he couldn't bear it to see hate in those familiar amethyst eyes.

He choked on his breath. For the past few days he had been relieved because even if he didn't know where or who his family was and if he has anyone's from his old life loyalty he could still trust that he had had Asmodeus.

Now he had no one. He was absolutely alone with no one to turn to and nowhere to go to. Without any place to call his home.

He hadn't noticed that he was running until he tripped on a fold of a white robe one of thats he has been given when Serge saw the state of his previous clothes and fell down. He groaned and looked around. Forest. Truly brilliand. When did he even get there in a first place?

Slowly he got up and sat on a muddy ground with his back leaning on a tree behind him. He pulled his knees to chest and embraced them with his arms. He bent his head hiding his face from the world and for the first time in a long time he let himself cry.

Long ago he has made a promise to himself that he will not let anybody make him cry, that he will remain strong and untouched but now all those promises seemed to disappear and mean exactly nothing.

He wished for another reality where he could safely live with his loved ones and not being a threat to them. He desperately wished for someone to lean on. Just the one person that will accept him and be with him without or even despite a risk of being hurt. The one to love and support him not caring about consequences.

He felt his magic giving a uncontrolled jolt and gasped when he felt in his fisted hand something cold and heavy.

He looked up and with his free hand brushing hair from his face unfrosted his other hand.

In the centre of his palm there laid a small pendant, the same like in his vision.

It was in a shape of little silver dragon curled around plain part with a inscription. It was elaborately decorated with expensive looking emerald gems. In the centre of it where he previously thought is the plain surface there was engraved with an elegant handwriting one single word. Always.

"Always...and forever. I wish I had you with me now Dray." he whispered to himself quietly.

Like a deja vu he felt a hot sensation in his left hand in which he was holding the piece of jewelry but this time it was coming from the resting on it pendant. Soon enough before he even could think what is going on squeezing sensation followed and with a quiet sound he apparated to a unknown place.

First thing he saw when he apparated was not what he would expect. Complete darkness. He tried not to panic and instead of frantically looking around he stretched out his hands in front of him and started cautiously looking for some wall or another surface that could help him to guess where he landed.

Before he could find anything he saw a flash of light that compared to previous darkness seemed to momentarily blind him. He raised his free hand to shield his eyes from too bright light.

"Less…?" he heard silent almost unsure whisper.

The light faded abruptly replaced with much more bearable light of elegant torches on a walls of a cave. The same cave like in his dream.

Seeing maybe the only opportunity to do so he looked at the room and for any way out.

It looked like a ordinary cave with rough stones and a lot of moss. The only difference were the lanterns hanging on the walls now shining with enough light to illuminate all chamber.

"Less, is that you?" the shaky voice remembered him that he's not alone in there and he can't lost himself to admiring the place. He cursed his lack of carefulness because of which he could be already dead. Quickly he looked at the source of the sound and freeze.

"Malfoy?" he choked shocked. He couldn't believe it but there he was standing right in front of him.

He moved his eyes from Draco's equally shocked face to his hand and saw identical to his own pendant.

But that would mean that Draco Malfoy is his brother. The write haired child from his dreams.

Now, looking at him he could see similarities between boy he meet when he was eleven and child he was used to see at night. But instead of happiness he knew he was supposed to feel he felt only fear and unconsciously backed a few steps still strictly observing that moves of the other boy.

Suddenly Draco laughed almost hysterically and his face was illuminated by a real smile. His lashes were dumb and eyes red because of tears that started to fall when he began to run to his brother.

Less saw him stopping at the distance of barely a few feet from him at the sight of panic on the his face. Draco frowned and looked more precisely at the silent boy once more. He was standing against the wall looking not even a bit happy to see him. Actually Alessander knew that he looked terrified of him at this moment even knowing that his brother wouldn't hurt him, but it was rejection he feared the most.

"Alessander? It's only me." Draco whispered reaching his hand to him as if dealing with a frightened animal.

Alessander exhaled deeply closing his eyes and trying to calm himself. When he opened them he had determined look in his eyes and was ready to try if the bond he once had with his brother survived.

"I don't remember you Dray, all I have are only a few flashes of my old life. My memories have been removed and replaced with different ones. I can be absolutely different person than you once know."

Draco ignored the stab of pain in his chest at the mention of abuse that his brother faced and gently took his hand in his slightly bigger one. He lifted his other hand now free of medallion that was resting peacefully in his pocket and brushed tears from younger wizard's face.

"You are my brother. I will accept a different you. I sweared it to you and this promise I will keep."

Less closed his eyes wishing the words he heard were true and whispered.

"I'm Harry Potter."

He was started when suddenly he found himself in bone crushing hug. One of Draco's hands was at his back keeping him in the embrace when another moved to his hair shielding his head from rough surface of cave's stone wall.

"Do you hate me?" asked Draco.

He hesitated but only momentarily thinking about his answer.

"No. Actually I don't think I've ever really hated you" he chuckled quietly realising that it's a pure truth and while their fights at school were from anger and frustration he still haven't felt such emotion as hate toward blond Slytherin.

The grip on his hair tightened slightly and Less hid his head comfortably in a crook of other's neck.

"I hated you or him, you know?" at the sound of those words and Draco's bitter laugh Less tensed "When I first met Harry Potter he resembled me so much of my dead brother that I thought that I just must get to know him. When he rejected me I felt as if I lost you again. I wanted to make his life a living hell for living a life my brother couldn't have. If I only knew that I've had you so near me all this time…" his voice broke at the last sentence and he hugged Less stronger if it was even possible.

"Tell me everything."

"There is not much to tell." came Alessander's response hushed by Draco's shirt.

However his intentions of staying silent were ruined when Draco let them to the nearest stone shelf and sat there pulling Alessander with him. Under the determined stare of his brother Less couldn't help but feel again like a small child that refused to do something he should. He told him all he knew including Asmodeus and Serge. He couldn't have secrets from his brother, it again. He wouldn't repeat this mistake.

At the end of his story he was again in Draco's embrace and his hair was being petted gently by the other boy.

"I don't understand one thing, Draco."

"What is it?"

"Whe are we in the same year at Hogwarts? From the little I remember you're older than me."

Draco sighed remembering painful reason of his postponed education. "I was about to go to school the year of your death. It didn't happen because of my grieving on the fact that we lost you."

"Why does everyone think that I am dead?"

Draco stiffened beside him what alarmed Alessander. His eyes seemed unfocused and older boy was looking like he was lost in the worst of memories.

"Draco, I'm here. I'm safe. You can tell me."

After a few moments of silence Draso started talking quietly.

"That day we were in Diagon Alley for my school supplies for the upcoming year. It was supposed to be my first year in Hogwarts. I was so excited. We were talking about how this year I was going to claim Malfoy's reputation and take my place in Slytherin hierarchy and then when next year you would attend school yourself we would together be the leaders of the we finally had everything we planned to buy parents let us go on our own shopping for sweets or to the quidditch store. We were to meet them after an hour at the Leaky Cauldron co we could go home together. They said I am to keep an close eye on you and protect you as every older sibling is supposed to do. After an hour we were making our way back to them when the chaos unleashed. Diagon Alley was attacked. I don't even know who the attackers were. I haven't ever asked. I have never wanted to know. We were running between ruined buildings as fast as we could to find our way out of all of it. Then a spell hit the nearest wall and it fell separating us. I tried to climb on the stones and bricks but I couldn't see you. There was too much dust everywhere. I heard you screaming my name co I followed the sound of your voice. You was laying on the floor, one of your legs crushed under a pile of bricks. I ran to you but then another spell hit. Building behind you collapsed. I saw the panic on your face.I hadn't enough time to react though I doubt that I would be able to do anything. It fell straight at you. When I finally reached the pile of rubble I tried to move the bricks off of you even when at the back of my mind I knew that you couldn't survive this. All I remember after that is someone trying to pull me out of there. I couldn't believe you were gone. I wanted you back with me, with us, safe and alive." he told with every detail as if he had multiple times before retraced this day.

"They said I wasn't' in shape to go to school that year. They were right. I don't even want it anymore. It wouldn't be the same without the perspective of you going with me next year." he exhaled slowly trying to compose himself. "It took me year to act like myself again but I wasn't the same person I had been before. No one was."

"I don't even remember any of it...I don't know what happened to me. It's so frustrating to not even know the basics from my past." he slowly pushed away from his brother and looked at the floor fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. "It's frustrating to not know who I really am."

He looked back at the blond boy when his hands were grasped by one of Draco's.

"You need to listen to me carefully." when he received accepting nod he continued. "You are Harry James Potter. You are Alessander Abraxas Malfoy. You are them both even if one not by blood because both of them are you. Only you make the person you are. Don't let the past and decisions of others change that. And whoever you will become, whoever you will choose to be you will always have me at your side. Remember that."

For the first time this day Alessander smiled.

They talked for hours. Less about his life as a Gryffindor, living with muggles, all his adventures and Draco about their past. Even little things like their first shared lesson of flying on a broom or the pranks they played on their parents together made Less feel it as more real, not just some surreal scene he dreamed or imagined.

He couldn't believe that the boy sitting here in the front of him on stony and mossy surface, laughing and talking about so trivial and appropriate of a Malfoy things like dyeing Lucius Malfoy's hair red while being on a family gathering is the same bitter Slytherin boy he have known all those years. Now he seemed almost shining, free with real smile on his face. He looked happy again.

At the moment they stopped laughing at one of Draco's great stories the peace Alessander had been feeling was ruined by one sentence and replaced with confusion.

"We should go home."

"What?"

"It's late and parents will be worried because I left so suddenly not even telling them where I'm going."

"But I can't go with you!"

"Why not?" now it was Draco's turn to feel confused "Parents are going to be thrilled. I didn't think about it at first because I was really mad at them that they didn't had kept it a secret from me but…"

"What? They have known it all this time?" he interrupted feeling pain at the thought of his biological parents knowing about him being alive but not searching for him.

"Of course they have known! Ever since the start of this summer they have been hiding it from me." Draco said nervously pacing in the cave but stopped abruptly at the realisation of what his brother could be thinking about now.

"They have been looking for you, you know. I've never seen them more troubled and focused on a one aim than now."

"It's still not safe. It's not the secret for me that Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater. He tried to kill me only a few weeks ago! How do you think he's going to react once he knows who I am?"

"This shouldn't even be a problem." said Draco again pacing "You should not be made to be afraid to go to your own home!" he fisted his hands thinking about unfaithfulness of the world.

"Draco it's okay. Its not as if I could blame them for it." Less tried to reason.

"I cant believe Im starting to doubt my own parents but ever since your funeral they have seemed more and more distant and cold."

"I understand Draco. Before they would give really much to see me alive but now with my second life I'm not so sure about it." he murmured.

"We need to test it. Talk to them. If they are not going to accept you we will run."

Alessander felt warmth in his chest at the words 'we' and the prospect of confronting his family stopped to seem so scary and surreal. Draco was going to be with him and he could rely on him. He didn't know from where all this trust comes from but he made his mind.

"I will go with you. But only under my invisibility cloak." he said slowly.

"You will, really?" smiled Draco "Wait, the same invisibility cloak you've got from Dumbledore?"

"Exactly the same one. Let me show you." he reached to his bracelet and touching it with closed eyes wished to have with himself the cloak from his trunk.

"How did you do it?" he heard Draco's awed question.

When he opened his eyes he had his cloak in his hand. He smiled a little painfully at the remainder of his and Asmodeus' experimenting with charms on his bracelet ok the first day of their residence in serge's castle.

"Asmodeus" he whispered knowing that his brother will understand what he means.

He cloaked himself disappearing from view. He saw his brother smirk but with joy and happiness in his eyes and was rather relieved that even if Draco was coming down from his shock any highly emotional state he wasn't going to be much different from the boy he has spent his last few hours with.

"I can't really believe that with this" he gestures at the place he presumed Less was standing "you haven't been looking for ask those trouble you have been into."

Maybe Draco was just going to be a mix of treating and sarcastic got and overprotective brother he corrected himself feeling happy se the thought that he wasn't walking into ask different territory. He hasn't thought that he would be able to deal with that emotional port act of the blond boy. He was happy they the boy as the has known him wasn't exactly gone only a little changed. Now he didn't mind his treating, it seemed playful without all the hate and malice behind it.

He smirked despite knowing that the other wasn't able to add it.

"Indeed. Shall we go then, Malfoy?"

"let's go. Follow me."

Draco let them out of the cave onto the grounds of Malfoy manor. They saw them that truly they have spent a lot of time talking inside because the sky was completely dark with a lot of constellations of stars visible. They had only the moon to illuminate their way.

"Lumos." Whispered Draco and their way became visible again.

"How is it that you can use magic outside Hogwarts without alerting a ministry about it?"

"Father works at the ministry. Did you really think that I would be restricted by some mere track?" they laughed together.

After a moment Draco broke the comfortable silence they had been walking in.

"You are a Malfoy too now."

"I don't understand." said Alessander looking at Draco's troubled face.

"Before, you called me a Malfoy. Thats your surname too. Thats your birthright. I want you to feel like a part of the family again, Less."

"I know I'm only not sure if I'm ready for this. It's a lot to take for once. I'm used to being addressed as Alessander or Less because that's how Asmodeus and Serge have been calling me for last few days but it's too fast for me. My life has changed completely in only a few days. Too much to get used to in too little time."

"I understand, Dont worry, No one will push you till you're ready."

Alessander believed him and was really thankful that Draco didn't want to push him into things he wasn't ready for.

After what he thought too little time for his liking they reached their destination. The gates of great manor were standing before them and he started to panic again thinking about possible escapes from upcoming confrontation.

"Calm down. Everything will be all right. Believe me." Draco tried to reassure him but it didn't help much to calm his nerves or frantically racing heart.

He felt numb while they were walking through Manor's corridors. It was as if he was only a puppet pulled by a few strings or as if he entered the most peculiar dream he has ever had. He, Harry Potter, was going on a meeting with his living family - Malfoys. This surely couldn't be real, right?

But he quickly woke up from his strange state when they reached to the lightly illuminated room at the end of one of many corridors.

While Draco walked into the room he remained standing in a doorstep watching nervously coming confrontation.

Both adult Malfoys immediately finished their hushed conversation and looked straight at their approaching son. It was obvious that they were already planning how to find where he disappeared or where should they send the searching missions if proved necessary.

"Draco, where have you been all this time? We were worried you will do something…"

"...stupid, reckless, emotional. I know, mother. Dont worry I haven't." he smiled briefly remembering that indeed what he has done can be classified as emotional but decided to keep it to himself and after a few seconds regained his serious expression. "I think we need to talk."

"Yes, indeed. Have a seat, Draco." said his father gesturing to him.

Draco sat at the armchair in front of his parents having a coffee table as a barrier between them. He was thinking about the best way to play this conversation and getting the best answers he could without giving too much information in case it turned out his parents put more of their loyalties with their Lord then their son.

After a moment of full of the tension silence Draco sighed. "You should just start at the beginning. How do you know Alessander is alive?"

Lucius and Narcissa exchanged looks. It was his father that finally answered his question taking out of his shirt's pocket and unshrinking a folder of files. It was clearly visible that the papers have been many times read because of their used condition. "At the night I went to the Ministry at the orders of the Dark Lord I have found this. I think this will clear all the situation to you. Although you can be shocked after reading this." he handed the papers across the table to Draco.

For Alessander who now moved silently to stand behind Draco's chair this situation looked too formal to be just a family discussion. Those people sitting across of them were absolutely different than people he saw in his dreams. But then, Draco warned him about his or rather their parents change he reminded himself.

If they expected some reaction of Draco they must be quietly disappointed or rather relieved because already knowing all of the included in papers information he remained his stoic posture and expressionless mask.

"So...all this time it has been him. Harry Potter?" he asked after a while.

"I know this can be quite a shock for you Draco considering your own past but you need to accept it and understand that whatever happens you can tell it to no one. Not your friends, family members. Only one that also knows is Severus." told his father.

"I understand." he murmured already thinking how Alessander that undoubtedly listens to their talk is going to take those news that his loathed potion master knows his secret.

"Draco. Look at me." he raised his eyes to see the most serious expression he has ever seen on his father's face. "When you will be marked as a Death Eater, and I know you will because you had planned to go my steps for a long time now, The Dark Lord must know nothing about it. When we will find a way to bring Alessander back, and we will, his second identify must remain secret. We must keep him safe even if it means betraying our Lord or even if he won't accept as his family again. Do you understand it?"

"I do, father." he smiled delicately at the worry behind his father's words. They put their family before anything else and will protect it at all cost. They could trust them.

As if sensing his thoughts Less put his still cloaked hand on Draco's shoulder and squeezed gently giving him a silent permission to reveal their secret.

Draco cleared his throat and began as if telling a story.

"When Less and I were children we had our special place we used to spend out time almost every day. Uncle Severus put the spell at our necklaces making them a portkeys. When I overheard your conversation today" he admitted "I went to retrieve my pendant and activated the portkey."

"Why are you telling us this?"

Instead of continuing his story Draco decided to go straight to the most important part which knowing was his main goal.

"What would you do if you could have Alessander back, but not the same one he once had been. What if he would be all different person. What if he could not remember you beside a few little flashes and stories? Would you accept him then? Would you be able not to rush things with him and give him enough space he needed to get used to this situation?"

"We would give him all time he needed and do everything to make him feel safe and trust us. We would make him a past of our family again and accept all changes in him." replied Narcissa sensing that their answer now could be a breaking point of this conversation. "But why are you asking us about all of this?"

"Because I'm here." replied Alessander instead taking off his invisibility cloak and calmly and with a bit of hesitation taking a sit beside his brother who gestured to him to do so. Soon he had his brother arm wrapped around him and was tugged closer to the blond boy in a gesture of protectiveness.

Lucius reached for his wand in order to protect his family from unexpected quest if needed and pointed it at the boy, the incantation of spell ready on his lips. Narcissa gasped covering her mouth with a hand and her husband immediately dropped his wand when they realisation who is present in front of them hit them. After those few seconds of shock they wanted nothing else than to rush to his side but his wary expression stopped them and they remembered Draco's words about the memory state of their younger son and their own affirmation about not making him uncomfortable.

Alessander saw the tears in Narcissa's eyes and started to feel guilty but then he saw them both smile a little and compose themselves.

"Welcome back Alessander" she then added quickly "or would you prefer to be called Harry?"

He gave her a weak smile but smile nonetheless. "Either is good for me…" he stopped not really knowing how he should address them. He didn't feel he could call them parents yet but Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy would be just too cruel for a parents that have just found their long lost child.

Lucius then seeing the troubled look on Alessander's face quickly vanished his uncertainty.

"You can call us by our names if that would be comfortable for you."

He looked shyly from under his fringe, or rather a few strands of hair that fell on his face, at the person who spoke to him but quickly moved his eyes to look on a wall behind man's shoulder. He felt surprisingly comfortable in the company of Narcissa and Draco mostly because he has never met the woman before and knew her only from his dreams and because he and blond boy have been schoolmates, even if only enemies.

But Lucius Malfoy was entirely different matter. He tried to kill him in his second year and whoever know what else he had planned. Even now knowing that the man wouldn't hurt him he couldn't feel safe in his company. He couldn't dismiss that feeling of uneasiness in his chest.

The observant man he was, of course he saw the not really subtle gesture and felt a stab of pain at the thought of his son not wanting to look him in the eye. But he understood him. He was prepared for this situation but it still hurt. He accepted that it will be hard for his son to forgive him and forget.

The silent has fallen.

"How?" he knew exactly what she meant by it. How he survived the attack? How he found himself in the place of Harry Potter? How he suddenly came back home?

He signed relaxing a bit because even if he didn't know the answer to asked question it was something to bring the end to on his part uncomfortable silent.

"I want to give you the answer you expect but unfortunately I know nothing. Only thing I have from this life is this." he reached to his pocket to show them the pendant which move caused a few strands of hair, he previously brushed off, to cover his face again.

He reached up with one hand catching one of the blond ones and snorted.

"Maybe some of how I should look like too but even that isn't completely sure with the middle way I'm stuck in."

"It's like some strange mix between a Malfoy and a Potter." added Draco looking at him closely.

"Yeah, maybe that's what it is." replied, or rather mumbled Alessander letting his head fall on Draco's shoulder and yawning a little.

It was then when his parents really looked at him. To be sure he really resembled both of the boys he has been known at but beside it he looked like a walking misery. He was dirty and barely staying awake probably because of today's happenings.

Narcissa quickly snapped her fingers calling a house elf.

"Lanty, lead Mister Alessander to his room and help him get ready for a night."

The tiny creature bowed without a single word and turned to half asleep boy waiting for him to move and follow her. Draco shook gently younger boy's shoulder and helped him to stand up. Seeing that the boy was barely standing he lifted him in his arms with an intention to carrying him bridal style. He noticed immediately that the boy was really thin and much smaller than him, so much that carrying him wasn't even a slightest problem.

Draco nodded to his parents noticing their worried and thankful glances. They were relieved that Draco was going to help Alessander through this situation when they not wanting to cause more damage couldn't do it for him.

Lanty grabbed gently blond boy's elbow and bowing one last time apparated them all to Alessander's bedroom.

The room was dark and lidded only with a few candles so that not much could be seen. Draco laid his brother gently on a bed and moved aside to give Lanty more access.

After a few quick spells Alessander was perfectly clean and was wearing a grey shorts with green designs on them. The house elf then tousled him under the covers and with a nod to Draco left silently.

The blond boy moved nearer to the bed. He could see that his brother had been fast asleep even before they appeared in this chamber. He brushed a strand of now clean and combed hair from his face trying not to wake him. He bent and kissed boy's forehead closing his eyes.

Now when he had his younger brother back he wasn't going to let him go ever again. He left quietly with a almost unhearable click of closing doors.

He hasn't seen a pair of emerald eyes that seemed to shine in the dark of the room with unshed tears of happiness.