A/N: Here is a new chapter. Sorry it took so long but updates from now on will be slower. This story doesnt seem to be getting much attention, so i ask that those who are reading it please review okay? Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Harry was exhausted. By the time he had managed to calm down, convince Zak to go to sleep, and lug Draco's body upstairs it was past midnight. Harry looked down at the body that was on his bed. Eleven years he had waited for this moment. Eleven years of waiting, praying, hoping, and convincing himself that Draco would come back, and finally here he was. So why wasn't he happy? Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and took Draco's hand in his and fiddled with his fingers while he thought. It really had been a long time and Harry could make out small differences in his ex-lover and he silently compared the older Draco with the younger on he always picture in his mind. Why was he back and why was he pretending to be a muggle? Harry knew he wasn't going to be getting any answers tonight and pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, settling himself in for a long night.

It was the early morning hours when Harry woke up to a startled yell. Glancing over to the bed he saw a panicked Draco scooting away from him. Harry held his hands up in a surrendering fashion and spoke softly to the panicked man. "I'm not going to hurt you." Draco stopped moving to listen to him.

Harry spoke a little louder. "You fainted and I let you sleep it off."

Draco's eyes widened in realization. "You attacked me!"

Harry grimaced. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I got a little carried away."

Draco stood on the opposite side of the bed from him. "Why did you attack me?"

Harry stood as well but kept a defenseless posture. He didn't want Draco to run out; there was no way he was going to lose him again. "I can explain everything, but you need to calm down. No one is going to hurt you here."

Draco shook his head. "And how do I know that?"

Harry shook his head. "You don't, you just have to trust me."

Draco frowned at those words. There was something about this man that left Draco wanting to believe every word he said. He seemed genuinely interested in trying to help him, but that didn't mean anything. He had met other people like him, people who claimed to know him like that other guy in downtown London. He had dark skin and his eyes were a deep brown, he kept calling him Draco. He finally punched the guy and made a break for home. That is if you could call his crappy apartment a home. It was more of a rat's cage but as long as he paid the rent he could stay and the neighbors didn't mind his nightmares.

The sound of a door opening broke him out of his thoughts and he looked over at the new occupant of the room. A boy with hair as white as his and tired but bright green eyes stepped into the room. "Dad, I heard yelling. Is everything okay?" He glanced between Harry and Draco.

Harry smiled as he looked at Zak. "Yeah kiddo everything is fine." Harry dropped his hands and rubbed them nervously on his pants. "Zak, why don't you get ready for the day while I'll start making us something to eat okay?"

Zak smiled and with one last glance to Draco he left to do as he was told.

Harry then looked over to the still confused Draco. "Look I'm not going to hurt you, especially with my son right down the hall." Harry dug some clothes out of the nearby dresser and placed them on the bed. "Here are some clothes if you want to change. I'll be in the kitchen, downstairs and to the left. Come join me when you're ready Draco."

AN: For this passage I will be referring Draco as John because as far as he knows that is his name.

John wasn't sure what was going on. These people had called him Draco, just like that other guy had. Maybe these people did know him; it was a small chance, but a chance none the less. A year ago he had woken up in an ally, beat up, burned, bruised, and just plain disgusting. He had no idea where he was or who he was. He was found a few days later by an old lady who gave him an apple and asked if he was alright. He had never been more ashamed of himself than he was in that moment. Or maybe he had and he couldn't remember. He broke down crying about how scared he was and she took pity in him. He was allowed to stay at her small apartment in exchange for money he cleaned the house for her and bought her groceries. A month ago he had enough money saved up to afford his pathetic apartment and he got a job, a crappy job, delivering pizzas. He had only been working there for 4 weeks, but he was sure he had lost the job now. They were already sick of him claiming 'What kind of person doesn't know how to work an oven?' and 'I can't believe your 29 and can't drive' and now he could stealing to the list of reasons why they hated him.

He looked down at the clothes on the bed and sighed. "What the hell." He changed his clothed and then began his search through the house to find the mysterious 'Dad' person and get some straight answers. If this is his only chance of finding out who he was then he was going to grab on and never let go.

Harry quickly put together some fruits and cereal with apple juice and then leaned against the counter. He glanced at the time, 6:23, and waited for his son and houseguest to come down. The first one to enter was Zak looking much more awake. "Hey, Zak."

"Morning, Dad." Zak sat down at the kitchen bar and started in on his fruit bowel. "Is he still here?"

Harry nodded and leaned against the counter with his own bowel. "Yeah, he is."

"Is he going to stay?" Zak asked in a neutral voice.

Harry stopped eating for a second and took a good look at his son. His face was impassive and his focused was too intense on his fruit, stabbing each one forcefully before placing the fork into his mouth. "Do you want him to stay, Zak?"

Zak's head shot up. "Do you?"

Harry sighed and set down his bowel. "I honestly don't know." He sat on the bar stool beside his son. "It's obvious he has memory loss. Once he gets it back he will probably just run off again, so let's try not to get our hopes up okay?"

Zak turned to his dad. "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?"

Harry laughed. "Of course you do."

Zak frowned. "Will I get to go to Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded. "If you want to, I'm still worried about how the public will react to the great Harry Potter having a son, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it."

Harry heard the fireplace come alive from the other room and then Hermione stepped into the kitchen. "I'm so glad you have told Zak about everything. Wizarding travel is much more efficient." She stopped to make herself a bowel of fruit before continuing to talk. "Think of how much better the planet would be if everyone could use floo travel or apperation! Pollution levels would be down-"

"Hermione."

"-and no one would have to worry about gas prices anymore,"

"Hermione."

"And just think how much quicker it would be to travel across the world!"

"Hermione!" Harry finally yelled.

"What?"

Harry sighed but had a fond smile on his face. She would forever be a little bossy, a little nosey, and a little too smart, but she was his friend.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly. "So where is sleeping beauty?"

"I'm not a woman." Came a voice from the door.

Everyone glance over to see Draco in a tight grey t-shirt and blue jeans. Harry stood up and offered him his barstool and a bowel of fruit, grateful that Draco accepted and started in on the fruit.

Hermione, who must have been taking blunt lessons from her husband, spoke. "What happened to your memory Draco?"

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed his fruit away. "I don't know. I woke up in an alley with no memory, I was found by a sweet old lady. She took me in and cared for me until I was able to save up enough money and get my own place. That was about a year ago, but I don't know anything about myself before I lost my memory. What I do know is you guys are the second people to call me Draco."

Hermione tilted her head. "Second?"

"Yeah this guy on the street called me it once. Black fellow, nice suit, 'bout my height."

Harry nodded his head. "Sound like Blaise."

Draco rolled his eyes. "So if I'm Draco, who are you guys?"

Hermione took point seeing as Harry suddenly found his shoes very interesting. "I'm Hermione Weasley, that's Harry Potter," she paused for moment hoping that the name would strike a memory within him and when it didn't she moved on. "And this is Zakarias Potter."

Draco nodded. "Is my last name Potter?" Harry, who had decided to distract himself by washing some dishes, almost dropped a plate at that comment.

Hermione shook her head. "Why do you ask?"

Draco pointed at Zak. "This kid is almost an exact copy of me."

Zak gulped. "Uh, Dad?"

Harry sighed and turned around to face Draco. "He is my son, not yours."

Draco frowned. "Calm down I was just asking."

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose trying to do exactly what Draco had suggested.

"Harry, maybe you should just let me ask the questions." Hermione said gently. When Harry waved his had in her general direction she continued with the questions. "Why don't you tell us in detail more about the past year? That might be an easier place to start."

Draco nodded and told them his life story, at least what he could remember. He had to stop periodically when Hermione asked for more details, claiming every little bit could help them figure out what happened. "That's about it." Everyone had sat in silence looking at him in shock. "What?"

Harry blurted out something first. "You learned how to drive a car?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah from the old lady."

Hermione then asked. "You got a job?"

Draco shook his head. "You guys act like that is unusual stuff."

Zak smiled. "It is for them." He shook his head realizing this was the adult's time. "I just learned about magic yesterday and I'm already confused. Have fun! Dad I'm going up to my room."

Harry nodded. "Good idea. Do your homework and I'll come up when we are done here and check it." He smiled a little at the groan that came from his son, but was happy that Zak had realized that things would be better if he were not here.

Draco waited to speak again until Zak was out of the room. "So how do you guys know me? I've never met anyone that knew me, besides that fella, and trust me I looked around."

Hermione looked at Harry as if asking permission on what all she could tell him and she got a hateful glare back. Nodding Hermione stuck to the basic facts. "We went to school together, you, Harry, my husband Ron, and me."

"So we were friends."

"Uh . . . kind of." Hermione answered slowly.

"We weren't at first, but we slowly saw the best in each other." Harry said quietly.

Draco smiled softly and Harry felt his heart melt a bit. "How long ago was that?"

"Eleven Years ago." Hermione answered.

"Wow, so that makes me . . ."

"Twenty-nine." Harry answered.

"So when was the last time you guys saw me?" Draco asked.

Harry stiffened and quickly excused himself. "Excuse me I need to check on Zak's homework."

Draco watched him go with a frown. "What is his problem?"

Hermione tried to explain as much as she could without revealing too much. "Harry was the last person to see you before you left."

"You mean a year ago?" Draco asked.

"No, eleven years ago."

"You mean I've been missing for eleven years?" Draco asked in shock.

Hermione came around the bar and sat on the stool next to Draco. "Technically you've only been missing for two years. You left at the end of our seventh year quite unexpectedly. You married a girl and then two years ago you divorced her and went missing the next day."

"Harry and I were close then?"

Hermione nodded. "Extremely."

Draco nodded. "Are Zak and I brothers?"

Hermione frowned. "Why do you keep asking if you are related to them?"

Draco shook his head. "I'm not sure, it's just a feeling I guess. Well that, and the fact that Zak looks just like me. Or maybe it's I look just like Zak."

Hermione smiled a bit. "I'll leave that to Harry to explain."

Draco nodded. He had learned so much about himself from these people. Hermione seemed like a bright girl if not just a little bossy. The boy, Zakarias, seemed alright if not a bit strange what with that comment about magic. And Harry . . . well he wasn't sure what to think about the man. According to Hermione they had been extremely close and maybe he was the reason he had left in the first place. Maybe they had gotten into a huge fight and stopped speaking. He would never know though if he didn't stick around and find out.

Harry walked into Zak's bedroom and saw his son sitting on his bed. He was looking at a picture, and while it was not his homework like Harry had asked, he couldn't be mad once he saw what picture it was. Harry sat on beside his son and glanced at the picture of Draco and him.

"You guys seem so happy here. What happened to Draco?" Zak asked.

Harry sighed as he took the picture from his son. "We were happy, Zak. At least I was, and I thought Draco was too."

"Dad, will you tell me what the letter said?"

Harry shut his eyes as if in pain. "He said –" He cleared his throat as it was getting tight. "He said thanks. Thanks for the good time and now that the war was over and he was safe from Voldemort he didn't have to pretend to love me anymore. It was worded with nastier words but you don't need to hear those."

Zak shook his head. "And you still want to help him? After he said those things, you still love him?"

Harry didn't want his son to get the wrong impression. "Zak, a part of me will always love him. I've tried dating other people sense he left but it never once felt the same. But even with that, it would take a lot for me to forgive him for what he did to me, for what he did to us. However, he is in trouble. People don't lose their memories for no reason, and for the sake of finding out the truth of why he did what he did, I am going to help him get them back at all costs."

Zak nodded his head, and even though he knew his father was setting himself up to get hurt again he couldn't say the words he knew would stop him. Instead he said, "If you want to help him, so do I."

Harry wrapped an arm around his son's shoulders. "You're a good kid, you know that?"

Zak rolled his eye but none the less hugged his father tightly, he knew things were changing and changing fast. His dad had been protecting him and fighting for him for years, now it was his turn.