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Chapter Three

Draco slowly nodded and Harry smiled lightly. "You know...you can talk to me? It's worrying me that you haven't talked yet. I know you understand a lot." Harry said, before Draco slowly climbed up on the bed, and buried his feet in the warm blankets. "...stay." He somewhat mumbled, in a voice Harry could barely hear. "Do...you know how old you are? Because...I don't want to promise something If I am not sure of what would happen." Harry said, to slowly join him on the bed. Draco looked at him for a little while, before he took Harry's arm. He slowly unclipped the pen that was to his shirt and slowly started to write on his arm. It was only a number, but it told Harry what he needed to know. "Are you sure your eighteen?" Harry asked and after a long pause. "...ya... June...5th..." He mumbled, before Harry smiled lightly. "What...else can you tell me?" Harry said, before he slowly started to write a couple of names on Harry's arm. "Your parents?" Harry asked, and he gave a small nod. "I...stay...here... though." He mumbled. "I want you to get some rest, please." Harry said softly.

Harry had Ron run the information Draco gave him, and sent over the emails. Draco had been kidnapped at the age of five years old, form his parents here in America. They were only visiting, and after five years of not hearing a thing...being blamed or accused of things about their sons kidnapped, they went back home and just about any trace of Draco disappeared.
Harry waited until Draco went to sleep, before he took a picture of Draco. He was nuzzled on the floor in Harry's thick blanket that he pulled off his bed. His head laying on the soft teddy bear of his daughters. Draco liked his daughter, but was worried about getting to close to any of them. He was still very scared of a lot of things, and didn't know what else to do, but hide and watch until he could make his mind remember how things were really suppose to be like...and he wasn't at all eighteen in his head, he was still somewhat of a child.

Dear Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy;
     My name is Harry Potter, and I am a detective. I'm emailing you because I have found your son. Now, your son is eighteen years old and the social worker here will help me keep him here if need be...But You do have the right to know he has been found and is currently under my Care.
Harry James Potter
Father of three

Harry decided not to send the picture right away, he wanted to wait and see if they would even bother opening am email form somebody in America, and he did want to be sure of who he would be sending the picture too. Harry walked into the nursery, that really needed to be redone. His little girl, wasn't a baby anymore. She was a very active and smart two year old girl who was already in her big girl bed and starting to dress herself. She laid asleep in her bed. She was nuzzled in her own Dora the explorer blanket, her long red hair all over her pillow, hiding her face. Harry smiled lightly, and slowly uncovered her face. "I hope you are sleeping well, my princess." Harry said softly, but not soft enough. Lily's eyes shot open, and she smiled. "Daddy!" She said, but yawn. "Awe, baby. Your suppose to be asleep!" Harry said, but she just sat up in the bed. "Another...story." She said, and Harry smiled. "One more story." Harry said, and Lily smiled. She nuzzled close to his side, and yawn as Harry started the story. She didn't last put a page or two. She was really sleepy still, she just wanted some cuddle time with her daddy. Harry had to slowly lay her back down in the bed, and pull the blanket over her. Harry give her head a kiss, and she yawned out somewhat. "Love ... You." She mumbled. "I love you too, baby girl." Harry said, turning off the lamp.

Harry then lend against his sons shared room. Albus laid asleep in his bottom bunk, but James sat in the chair playing his game on the game system. "James, you know it's past your bedtime." Harry said. "Dad... It's the only time I have to play my game by myself." James fussed and Harry looked at his watch. "I suppose...If you can keep your grades up and behave yourself. You can start going to bed a little later, but I will take it back of you can't be responsible." Harry said, before he got a hug. "Thank you, dad. Can...we stop by the gravestone after school tomorrow?" James asked, and Harry gave him a small pat on the head. "I guess it has been two years tomorrow hasn't it?" Harry said, kind of sad. "Yeah...How come...you want tell me what happened, dad?" James frown. "Because I don't feel as if your old enough to understand what happened to your mama." Harry said, but James pulled away. "I am nine years old, dad. How much older do I really have to be?" James asked and Harry let out a sigh. "How come it is so important you know exactly what happened to your mama, right now?" Harry Asked. "Because it's been two years dad...and I should be able to tell my friends what happened to mama." James said. "You just tell them, your mama went to heaven early. You are to young to know what happened to your mama." Harry said and James then crossed his arms. "I know it has to do with that drug you said Sissy was born addicted too!" James said, a little mad and Albus whined out. "Hush... brother." Albus mumbled. Harry? Grabbed James's arm and pulled him out of the room.