The Saviour

The Finding

Harry knew Draco wouldn't take back his decision, and he had to return to his former apartment. Compared to a beautiful house with a garden, it was cramped and uncomfortable. He won't stay there long anyway, as he gives all his time and energy to the search. He was almost dismissed from the case due to a fatal mistake he made as a bodyguard but was eventually allowed to stay on the team because he had information about the Malfoys that could help find Scorpius. He wasn't the only lost child. Five young children of former Death Eaters went missing in the last few hours. The entire ministry was alarmed. Luna Longbottom, an expert in legilimency, led the search team. Harry was grateful to have a good friend from his studies by his side and hoped to find support from her. So far, the search has not moved forward.

The next day, they received a message from Draco that a suspicious item had been sent to him. Harry took advantage of this and decided to talk to him. Of course, he could have sent any other investigator, which would have been more appropriate, but Harry had to see Draco. Even if he got punched by him, it would be worth it. He wondered if he could enter his former home unannounced. Ultimately, he respected his friend's decision and let him choose whether to let him in. He rang the bell. It was a strange feeling; Harry could feel tingles around his wrists that felt like invisible shackles. His legs were shaking, and his stomach was in knots.

Draco came to open the door immediately, it was obvious that he was just anxiously waiting for something to happen. Harry's heart sank when he saw him. How can someone change like this in a single day? Draco's eyes were bloodshot, his face ashen grey. His gaze was clouded and desperate. He was drunk enough to be unable to control his emotions, but not so drunk that he couldn't give Harry the information he wanted.

"Why did you come?" he said angrily. "How come you haven't been fired yet? Are all Aurors this incompetent?"

Harry had to control himself not to say something that would provoke Draco into aggression. He needed to retrieve the item sent to Draco.

"Will you show me what they sent you, please?" he said calmly.

Draco handed him a strip of Scorpius's bloodstained T-shirt. Harry's guts tightened so much that he couldn't even breathe properly.

"OK, thank you. We'll do an analysis to see if it's his blood. Do you have anything on his genetic information? Maybe hair?"

Draco nodded and brought him a locket with Scorpius's photo on it. Harry opened it and took out only a portion of the blonde hair, handing the rest back to Draco.

Tears were streaming down Draco's face, and Harry had to do something not to cry too. After all, Scorpius is also his son now. He will definitely keep some of the hair for himself.

"Where did you find that piece of cloth?"

"On the window, brought by an owl."

"No message?"

Draco shook his head.

Harry needed to say something, to encourage Draco somehow, but he couldn't find the words. He couldn't imagine that he would leave Draco alone in this state of mind, full of legitimate fear. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized that he was to blame for all of this.

"No one is watching over you now, we'll get someone to take care of you."

"No, I refuse any protection," Draco said flatly.

"I can't force you," Harry said.

"Harry, please don't come to me. Next time, send another Auror. Now leave. I have nothing more to say to you."

"I can't believe you don't have any feelings for me anymore," Harry whispered helplessly.

Draco glared at him.

"I love you, nothing has changed. But now I hate you even more. Go away, I mean it."

Harry nodded but didn't move. They can't break up like this, after all. He can't leave Draco in this situation, unprotected, alone, and scared to death. He pulled him into a tight protective embrace, just like he had a thousand times before. And Draco didn't protest. On the contrary, he clung to him tighter and began to kiss him hungrily. Harry knew this wouldn't go well, but he couldn't get enough of Draco's kisses. Maybe this is the last time his friend will let him touch him.

Draco shoved Harry away as if only now realizing what he was doing. "Get out, Potter," he said in disgust. He slammed the door in Harry's face, and all Harry could hear was the shattering of glass as Draco angrily threw the glass against the wall.