Lost And Found

~ The Cell ~

A few weeks later, Harry was standing up on the bed, straining to see out the small, barred window near the roof of his cell. The sky was a gorgeous blue colour and the air, what little of it he could smell, was fresh and clear.

Harry missed being outside. If it weren´t for the fact that he passed the time doing push ups and sit ups in his cell, then he would be a little weakling. He had felt his muscles deteriorating due to lack of use, so he´d decided to get what little exercise he could so that when he got out of there, he´d be able to make it back to Draco. He was now quite strong, particularly since he´d started doing chin ups using the bars of the window he was now staring out of. In the beginning, he´d hoped that his body weight might loosen the bars but they were fixed with magic and wouldn´t budge.

So now he had a powerfully built body, but his skin tone had faded so much that he was now as pale as he remembered Draco being. He missed the sunlight, feeling it warm his face, seeing it shine on Draco´s hair.

Harry closed his eyes as he remembered lying by the lake at Hogwarts with Draco. The sun was shining that day too, the day of the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Quidditch match. Harry smiled. That had been a fun day.

"Get down from there."

Harry opened his eyes and sighed. Right on time.

"Hello Eve."

"Hello Harry. I´ve brought you something."

Harry stepped down off the bed and glanced over at her. "What?"

"In honour of this special day-"

"What´s so special about it?"

"Oh that´s right. Silly me," Eve giggled. "Today is your anniversary."

Harry gaped at her.

"You´ve been married eight years today."

Harry sat down on his bed and stared at the wall opposite him. He´d been married for eight years and he´d been with Draco for two years before they´d married so that meant he´d been with Draco for a total of ten years. A whole decade.

I wonder how Draco´s feeling today, Harry wondered. I wonder if he´s thinking of me, if he misses me. God, how I miss him.

"Don´t you want to open your present?" Eve was asking.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts and turned to glare at her. "Why on earth would you give me a present?"

She smiled evilly and held out a gaily wrapped present. "I just want to give my boyfriend a present, what´s wrong with that?"

"I´m not your fucking boyfriend!" Harry yelled at her, suddenly losing his temper. "I´m fucking married, today is my fucking anniversary, as you have so kindly reminded me."

"Just open your damn gift," she snapped, pushing the present into his hands.

Harry reluctantly unwrapped the gift. He pulled out a photo album. "What´s this?"

"Have a look," Eve suggested.

Harry stared at her for a moment, trying to work out why she was doing this. Then he opened the book and stared down at the moving photos.

It was Draco. Draco laughing with Hermione. Draco playing Quidditch with Ron. Draco flirting with the cute waiter Draco always flirted with at the coffee shop in Godric´s Hollow? What the hell? Harry flipped the page. There was another one. And another one. "Fuck."

"He´s moving on. He´s forgetting about you."

Harry turned the page. There was Draco, having coffee with George Weasley. In fact the entire double page was devoted to this meeting. Draco laughing with George. George touching Draco´s arm. Draco talking animatedly with George.

"He´s found someone else," Harry said desolately. And it´s fucking George Weasley.

"Yes," Eve agreed. "He thinks you left him. He has no idea that you didn´t leave voluntarily. He´s not coming to rescue you."

Harry turned another page. He didn´t want to look at anymore photos but he felt compelled to. Even if Draco was flirting with another guy, at least he could see his husband.

"I´ll leave that with you. You can see that Draco is better off without you. Let him go. He doesn´t need you. I need you."

Eve left the cell but Harry barely noticed. He´d turned the page and had frozen when he´d seen the photos glued to the page. It was Daniel and Draco at the park near their home in Godric´s Hollow.

Draco looked incredible. And Daniel, little Daniel looked beautiful. A little man now, so grown up. Harry touched Daniel´s face with his fingertip. His son was chasing after...Harry leaned forward so he could see better. Was that a duck? But it looked too shiny to be a duck. And it was completely yellow. Didn´t ducks have feet that were a different colour to their body?

But that really wasn´t important right now. What really mattered was the way he was running after that little duck. In the next photo, Daniel was running into Draco´s outstretched arms, Daniel obviously adored his father. Harry´s heart broke as he stared down at the photos.

Harry looked closer and was moved to see Draco gazing sadly down at their son. His expression was one of sadness, but also of longing and Harry knew that Draco was thinking of him, that Draco missed him. Out of all the photos in the album, this one was his favourite.

Harry stared down at that one photo for a long time. Draco cuddled Daniel, kissed his hair, talked to him and smiled at him. They were obviously very close. Harry wished he could be that close to his son. Maybe one day. Maybe soon.

Harry had been contemplating a course of action for a few weeks. Well, he wasn´t exactly sure how long it had been as he had no way to keep track of time, but he had been thinking about it for a while. It was most likely his only chance to get out of here. Especially if what Eve had just said was true - that Draco believed that Harry had left him. If that were true, then no one was looking for him. No one was coming to save him.

The trouble was, the action he was considering went against everything he´d ever held dear. It was immoral, unconscionable, unthinkable. But if it was his only chance at freedom, should he do it? Should he hurt Eve?