The Saviour

Clues

Harry tried to reconnect with Scorpius, and the unwavering feeling that the boy was okay never left him. On the other hand – Draco is right that it's not enough, and the investigation is getting nowhere. He was horrified when items with Scorpius's blood were found in their house. He didn't want to imagine how the boy's blood was taken. The pangs of conscience that he had not paid enough attention to him tormented him all the time. He also tried applying his newly acquired telepathy skill to Draco, but to no avail. Draco's mind was inaccessible to him, and Harry was angry at himself for wasting his mental powers like this. He needed to tell Draco how much he loved him. To encourage him. To approach him again. The impossibility of reaching Draco was unbearable, and Harry decided to at least write to him. He was not a friend of long letters, so he really only wrote what he felt so painfully.

Draco, please forgive me. I will find Scorpius, I promise. I love you. Harry.

He wasn't surprised that he didn't get an answer this time either. Still, he hoped his greeting would please Draco. He hated himself for causing so much pain to the man he loved with all his heart. He was determined not to give up and fight for his family with all the means he had.

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After sending the letter, he could communicate better with Scorpius thanks to the relaxation of his mind. He finally got another message from him, this time much more specific. He saw very clearly in front of him a little blond boy in the garden with other children and a puppy. The scene was clear, as if he was looking at it from several meters of distance. The children wore muggle clothes and did not appear to have been subjected to any abuse; they played normally. Scorpius was obviously in command of the group. The other kids looked up to him, even though some were older than him. Harry found himself proud of him as if he were his own son. He actually took him that way. A blissful smile played on his lips until he realized it was just a thought. Can he even trust his own mind? He tried to gather the information he had just received quickly. Scorpius is fine. Are there other children with him – could they be the lost children of the other Death Eaters? The whole place was equipped with children's climbing frames, it looked like a kindergarten garden. Unfortunately, Harry had no idea where that place was. He recapitulated everything that was in his mental picture. Wooden climbing frames. Green painted fence. Trees and bushes. Street lamps. This is what every other school garden or muggle playground looks like. He sighed deeply. He recorded the garden image from his mind onto parchment and relayed the newly acquired information to the other investigators. It was the first more concrete clue, but still very vague.

Harry desperately needed more clues. He sent a thought to Scorpius, this time an urgent plea.

"Scorpius, we know about you. Where exactly are you? I like you very much." However, Scorpius did not reconnect with him. It worried Harry, it was the first time he hadn't answered his message.

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In the evening of that day, they received another message from Draco. Harry felt numb. He dreaded another find. Is it possible that his communication with Scorpius was just his imagination, a fabrication, a delusion? What if Scorpius is dead, and he's just telling his mind what he wants to be true? He didn't answer his last message. What if it really meant the end of all hope?

And what state will Draco be in? Lonely, devastated, refusing help. Harry blamed himself for the situation he had gotten his dearest into. Maybe he already lost Draco forever. Perhaps he could survive Draco's rejection if he could give Scorpius back to him and know they were both okay and doing well. But if something happened to Scorpius - he wouldn't forgive himself for the rest of his life. Draco could never be happy again. And neither would Harry. An image of Scorpius' body in a pool of blood appeared in his head. It scared him to death. Is this a realistic idea? His own thought? An image of reality? Spawn of a frightened mind?

Harry shook, his knees knocking and hot tears running down his cheeks. For Salazar's sake, is he at work, in his office, unable to keep his cool? He didn't care if someone saw him like this. He couldn't control himself anymore. He was kneeling on the ground with his head buried in the chair, all the emotions he had held in check for the past few days draining from his emerald eyes. This is how Luna found him.

"Harry, I'm so sorry." She hugged him and kissed his hair. "You are very brave. We are all counting on you. You're doing amazingly well.''

Harry looked at her in disbelief.

"Please, what have I accomplished so far? I messed everything up. Draco hates me, and Scorpius-"

"You're the only one he communicates with."

"He doesn't answer me anymore. I'm terribly worried about him, Luna." Harry so badly needed reassurance that everything was going to be okay, but Luna couldn't give it to him in good conscience.

"I'll go see Draco," she said. Harry again ignored his friend's wishes and headed home with her.