Missing {A Drarry Story} ON HOLD

Locating Harry| Chapter Three

Draco had read through the files Hermione and Ron had given him about a million times. He sighs, annoyed, as he throws the files down on his bed, sinking down next to them. According to the files, Harry was living in Cesky Krumlov, Prague. His Adress was written down as 42 Singin Road. Draco had googled it, and it turns out taking a plane would be the best way to get there. Unless he wanted to drop his attempts to be like a muggle. 

He flings an arm over his face, thinking about how the hell he was supposed to get Harry to go with him. It was going to be hard, he knew that, but he couldn't just back out could he? His eyes lock on the light above his face.

Harry had been gone for six years, and hadn't even came back. There had to be a good reason why. Maybe he was just done with this world. Draco got a feeling that finding Harry would not go as planned, no matter what he did. 'Oh well, at least I'll have done something good for Granger and Weasley.' He thinks, blinking a few times as the light begins to burn his eyes.

 He sits, up, reaching for the bag containing his wand, and sighs at the feeling of the cold wood of his wand resting in his warm palm. He runs the tips of of his right fingers over the hard wood, a relief flooding through his system. He felt like himself again. 

He was going to do this, plan or no plan, he would find Harry and bring him back. He was determined to, and he was a Slytherin, he was smart, he could easily come up with a back-up plan if going in without any plan in mind was a mistake. He grips his wand in his left hand as he picks up his phone with his right, searching for images of what the place Harry lived looked like. He memorised it in a few minutes. Now he could close his eyes and imagine the place, see every inch of what the outside of the house looked like, see what its surroundings were like. He breathes in deeply, smiling, and checks the time. It was 6:45pm, meaning that it would be 7:45pm in Prague. Not an ideal time to go visit someone. Draco smiles, before slipping his wand back into the bag it came from and gathering up all the files, making them into a neat pile and placing them on his bedside table. 

His mind is finally calm as he slips under the blankets, enjoying thewarmth they give him. His heart beats at a normal speed, not to fast, not to slow, until it finally lulls him to sleep, like a lullaby to a child.

He had to get this right. If he were to get any part of this place wrong, he'd end up in an entirely different place than the one he was aiming for.

"Come on Draco, you can do this." He tells himself, looking one last time at the image on his phone before closing his eyes and imagining the place. He feels his stomach begin to churn as he apparates. Its over as quickly as it began, and when he opens his eyes, he has to try his best not to turn to the bush beside him and vomit. He holds his breath a moment, not daring to move, before he feels his stomach calm and lets out a long, forced sigh. He turns his head and looks at the area around him, squinting at how bright the day already is. He bites down on his lip, relieved that he apparated to the right place, then takes a step foward.

He looks at the house in front of him. It was rather normal sized, not anything too posh. The garden did look quite good, so that was nice. It seemed like the typical home Harry would go for. Taking a few deep breaths, Draco appraoches the door, knocking lightly on it and praying Harry is home.

"Hello?" A voice questions and the door opens to reveal Harry Potter. His hair was dishevelled, but somehow neater than it had been during his Hogwarts years, his eyes glowed with joy as if he had been happy his entire life, living a dream. His glasses were slightly crooked on his face. He was taller Draco noticed, slightly taller than he was now, though he had almost been a head shorter than Draco at Hogwarts. Draco opens his mouth to speak as Harry looks at him expecantly, but is distracted by Harry baggy white hirt and loose shorts. 

"Are you okay? How can I help you?" Harry questions. He didn't even greet Draco, which made him a little suspisious. SOmething was up, he could tell.

"Um, Hi. You're Harry right? Harry Potter?" Draco ask awkwardly, staring above Harry's head so he doesn't stare at Harry.

"Yes? Who wants to know?" Harry asks, narrowing his eyes at Draco. Draco almost gasps. Either Harry didn't recognise him, or he didn't remember him. He decides to test which one it was.

"Uh, Draco. Draco Malfoy." He holds out his hand to Harry. This takes him back to first year, when Harry had rejected his handshake. He gulps, hoping it doesn't repeat, when he feels a pressure in his hand.

"Nice to meet you." Harry grins.

"Uh, so you are Harry Potter right?" Draco questions, before Harry nods happily.

"Sure am. Wanna come in?" Draco narrows his eyes. Still a big idiot Gryffindor he was. Inviting a stranger who wasn't really a stranger into his home, that was bloody crazy.

"Um...Sure?" Draco agrees. Harry makes way for him to enter, and he walks in, confusion barging all his thoughts out of his head.

Harry Potter didn't remember him.

A/N

Aaaah this chapter was so bad sorry! 

I wish I could just like, be good at writing for once in my life, but no. Never. I actually really hate myself. Ugh. Anyways, I wrote this for you to read and I just really hope that even though its shit, you'll be okay with it and not hate this book entirely because I'm a crappy author.

Cya in the next chapter, im gonna write it soon. I think I'll read for a little bit.