Summary: The day Harry Potter went missing was a sad one. But Seven years passed, and everyone got over it, except for a select few. Many had died in the war, but there were still stories to carry on their tales. Draco Malfoy was disappearing everyday, but to where?

"That will be $24.99," The clerk at the front desk to a flower shop smiled at Draco. Luna, Blaise, Theo, and Neville watched from the Cafe across the street. Stealthily moving, they followed him all the way to the Ministry of Magic's Floo Boothes.

"St. Morgana Hospital, America!" Draco called out and stepped into the Green flames. The others looked at eachother, then followed Draco through the floo. "What do you guys want?" Draco asked once they all fell out of the floo into a big pile. Draco looked down on them, arms crossed, with the flowers and stuffed green bear in hands. Yeaahhhh, real imposing.

"Errr..following you?" Theo chuckled nervously.

"I am going to ask why, and I expect an answer." Draco glared at them.

"Well... it's just... ever since Harry disappeared, people are saying that he's dead..so we were worried. And we needed to tell you that Harry's Funeral will be in a week." Blaise told Draco once they all stood up.

"Oh and, we were going to see if you were seeing someone else, so we could tell that to Harry's grave." Neville said while dusting himself off. Luna had already taken down the hall.

"..." Draco glared at them for a short time then turned on his heel and stalked off down the hallway. After going through a series of hallways the four men caught up with Luna, who was crying and had her hand over her mouth, while looking into a room. "You found out?"

"I knew..I just wanted to see if it was true." Luna told Draco, never taking her eyes off of the window infront of her.

"It's true."

"What's true?" The other three asked, walking up behind Luna and peeking into the room. All three men quickly quieted and stared into the room. That room hosted the missing Harry Potter. He was asleep, with a breathing mask and many needles poking out of his skin. Around the room there were many stuffed animals and a few clothing.

The four watched as Draco opened the door and walked inside the room, the door closing behind him. Draco sat down on the chair next to Harry's bed, and stroked his hand. He kissed Harry's forehead, then his lips, hoping to get a reaction out of his love. No such luck.

The four turned away as Draco started crying, tears of their own falling down their faces.

That was the day they found the Missing Harry Potter. When will he wake up?

Maybe I'll post a sequel? :3

-Emery