Draco Malfoy is lucky. He met his mate when he was two. His name was Kovus Riddle, and he was totally in love with him for two years. Except Draco didn't realise that until Kovus went missing. Now Draco's fifteen, in desperate need of his mate. Will he ever find Kovus again? Harry Potter often feels as though he's not meant to be him. As though he's meant to be someone else. If only he was the young boy in his dreams, with a father and a mate. That little boys name is Kovus. Harry just wished he was real. I wrote a little bit of this story on my other account, but I wanted to write it on this one. Just so you know I'm not stealing the story, it's mine!