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The 5th June 2006, six in the morning.

Harry didn't know where to start. He hadn't slept, laying on his back on the couch, his thought were silent, he started work in thirty minutes from now, he didn't want to go, he wanted to stay in his house on his yellow moustard couch staring at his ceilling. that what he did, he floo-called the head auror to tell him he was sick even when the two of them knew it was a lie but his dad let it slide knowing perfectly what day we were. 

At a moment around nine he ate what his house elf gave him, absent mindlessly, then after finishing his food french toast, he realized, he thought.

Why did he stay ? he isn't really fond of me, he was found of... maybe he took pity of me or is it because my dad's husband and my godfather lived here ? Maybe not my godfather.

After felt like minutes but in reality were hours he took a shower, dressed, ate some more, tried to style his hair but failed, he was ready to live. He didn't were he was going, where he could go and for how long but he needed to go out to many memories were flooing back, memories from someone dead to him.

Apparating back in front of his home door he looked down at the blond platinium hair smilling brightly in front of him, looking like an angel, he smiled and hugged him.

Coming out of his house he wrinkled his eyes, the sun light nearly blinding him. Harry adjusted his glasses and casted a wandless protective spell for his already bad eyesight and started walking, he walked so much that his foot were hurting, he went in a park, in a mall without buying anything, along a river without looking at it, just walking around without any purpose, like a ghost, some people might have found that he was creepy, he maybe was but he didn't care, he was used to people staring at him.

Will overhearing a conversation he heard that it was three in the afternoon, he decided to go in the first bar he saw to get a drink or two... or five, looking around he saw one across the road, there wasn't much lights to know if it's was open, outside the looked like château, dark but elegant the windows were tinted, he couldn't see what was inside, the stone were white and almost shining. After some second of staring and interior conflict he decided to go to have a look.

Harry entered and pause for a second. The bar is like he imagined it, the room is gloomy but elegant, there isn't much costumers this early in the day, only some old quiet drunk person mourning the thing or the one they love. After all that the reason is here himself, to stop thinking about that blond shining head and those gorgeous freckles.

He went to the counter his head low, not wanting to see the judgmental look of the bartender. He ordered is usual : firewisky, the best one to forget easily.

After drinking 3 full glass the bartender started asking questions, his head wasn't clear anymore only thinking mourning-fully at those freckles but when he lifted his head to ask another glass everything stopped, that wasn't the first time he hallucinated the one he love when being drunk but this time is was all too real.

He stared at the man in front of him, passing by his platinum short hair, his grey ocean eyes where he could drown himself for hours, he forced himself out his ocean to look at the perfect lips that are always occupying his mind, then it hit him, the man in front him is Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy.

He didn't realized that the man in front of him started to grow uncomfortable under his stare, Harry started to regain his mind and stopped staring and just looked in the eyes of Malfoy, that when he realized that in Malfoy's eyes there was only confusion.

He wasn't angry, the man in front of him, Draco Malfoy, wasn't angry.

He didn't have time to process before Malfoy started to talk.

I'm sorry sir but i think it'll be better if i don't give any more drink

Wait did Malfoy just called me "sir" ?

What did you just call me ?

I called you sir, sir. I don't know your name, what should i call you to make you more comfortable ?

Harry was speechless, he was the one now to look at the other with confusion in his eyes.

Doesn't he reco g ni z e me ? I mean i know it's been 4 years but still, we dated for 3 years for fuck sake !

They stared into each others eyes, Harry looking for any sign of joke and Malfoy was just waiting an answer.

Are you serious ?

Hmmmm, yes, why ? Are you someone famous ? Do i know you ? I'm sorry if i don't remember.

That was too much for Harry, he just got up, pulled muggle money out of his wallet, he didn't count there was surely too much money for what he took but he didn't care. before Malfoy could say anything he was out of the bar. Harry just rushed out to his house and went to sleep in his bedroom.

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When Harry woke up he was still in the same clothes as the day before, that took him some minutes to remember the events of the day before. He didn't understand what happened, he wasn't sure now that the man he talked to yesterday was really Malfoy, he was maybe to drunk to comprehend that it wasn't the man that haunt his mind days and night but he thought that it would be surprising, he wasn't drunk easily. 

Will being in his mind he got ready to go to work, he put his red auror robe on, ate his breakfast : an apple, he wasn't really a fan of apples but that the only thing he could stomach before work, and flooed to the ministry.

Arriving at the auror department he caught a glimpse of his partner : Ron talking to Dean, will approaching he started to hear there conversation.

- caught them, they did enough damage already.

You're right, I wish there were more evidences on the last raid we did, you and Harry should track the owl that gave us the anonymous tip, will maybe have more chance.

That when Ron noticed Harry, Dean greeted him and left.

Hey mate, how you doing ?

Great and you ? Are you and Hermoine doing okay with the baby ?

Oh, this is a nightmare, she doesn't stop crying, always crying, sleeping crying, eating crying, playing crying. I even hear her cry when she isn't here! I just want to ha-

Harry stopped listening at a moment, to absorbed in his one thought.

Will i be a good father ? A father like my dad ? Will I be a father one day ?

-can't she be laughing ?! Laughing would be amazing !

Ron continued talking about his daughter will they arrived at there office. Will sitting Harry looked at the file on his desk, their lastest case : people getting tortured, raped, killed because they were close to someone with power, the people torturing them looking for a way to destroy the new ministry and go back to a pureblood society, they called themselves "the snakes".

Anyone with a little power could be a target it started 6 years ago, the only people that are less threatened are the one close auror. Why ? He didn't know, that was maybe because they were trained hard to fight against those cases and that they thought aurors will fight harder to find the one they took. In there last raid they hadn't found many things, only a couple of trunks with cursed objects, some letters talking about a new strawberry cake. The letters were sent 4 years ago. Useless. The tip they received was talking about some important information about the place, the people who've been kidnapped, at the end they will just track the owl that gave them the tip.

Harry got out of hid mind and a loud knock was made on the door, he stood up when the head auror entered the office, he gave them a nod of acknowledgment and went to sit on chair in front Harry's desk and started talking.

How is the case going ?

They both answered by a simple 'fine' he nodded and continued.

Do you have any clue ?

Harry and Ron looked at each other and Ron sighed concentrating the auror's attention on him.

The last raid didn't helped us, we didn't anything? Only some cursed object and old useless letters.

That caught the head auror's attention, he looked questioningly at Ron. That when Harry decided he would start to speak, he explain the letters about a strawberry cake send 4 years ago and how useless it seemed to be. His dad wasn't thinking the same thing and asked to see them, Ron gave them to him and the auror suggested that it wasn't really a cake but a person. After saying that he read a part of one of the letters.

The strawberry cake you sent is one of the prettiest cake I 've ever seen, when I cut it the inside was a bright red,

a beautiful crimson red the only thing that wasn't right was that it hadn't the thing i was searching.

It could make an allusion to someone, the cake is the person, is inside maybe his body or his mind perhaps both but the one writting didn't what he was looking for and wrote it to the one who 'gave' him the person.

At his father's word Harry thought that was horrible, no one was reported missing 4 years ago, that possibly mean that the person the letter is talking about is probably dead and no one searched for them when they were tortured. he wanted to know who they were talking about to know what happened.

After this discovery he started working, he took all the evidences they had and restarted to examine them, that took him the day, when he got out of the ministry the night had already fell, almost every one were already home, the only exception were people in night shift. He decided that he wasn't going home for now, he wanted to see those grey eyes, so he went back in the bar of last night.

When he arrived the bar was already full of people drinking, talking, it was a really different experience. Yesterday everything was calm, quiet, now everything is busy, loud. 

He went straight to the counter to this time order a beer, he needed to have his clear this time. Malfoy was again behind the counter, serving people their drinks. When Malfoy him saw he smiled, will giving him his drink he started talking.

So mister 'no-name' is back. This time will you give your name or I'll have to search for one ?

Harry was caught of guard, he thought that yesterday was a joke, he stared at his beer for a moment before looking back up and decided to play along the game Malfoy was playing.

I'll like to know what name you would give me.

Malfoy stared at him for a moment, surely debating for the best stupid name to give him.

He'll probably give me a stupidest name he can think of  lik-

Hadrian. I'll name you Hadrian.

What ? He really forgot about me ?