Memories and Promises

The blond boy looked at his surroundings, a dark building completely vacated, obviously abandoned, with a few destroyed items of furniture around. A smirk came to his face as he threw himself on one of the old remaining couches in the Manor.

"Home, sweet home," came his voice, devoid of feeling, his eyes becoming half closed as he gazed at the shinning moon that reflected on the glass on one of the broken windows. A sigh escaped him, just a whisper of feeling, that you wouldn't have noticed unless you had been really paying attention, but it reflected the loneliness, the wisdom, the suffering... all that this boy had had to pass through to get to where he was right now. Laying on an old dirty couch, on an abandoned house, looking for answers. Looking for something. Looking for... him.

Half hidden silver-blue eyes scanned the room one more time as he stood up, walking to the dead fireplace, his hand raising to gently touch an old painting, which had nearly lost all clarity. A family was there, or at least he could guess that they were a family. Or had been one at the time.

A blond, good looking man stood to the left, chin held high. Obviously he had inspired fear yet respect too when he was alive, with his aristocratic features, impressive pose and his neutral half-smirk on his face. Next he moved his gaze to the blond woman standing to the right, her skin pale as marble yet beautiful and looking as alive as the most beautiful of the waterfalls. A small smile was on her face as she looked at the person who was painting them, her left hand on a little boy's blond hair. Said boy had entrancing eyes, which were mixed between shades of silver and blue, a breathtaking smile and just an ethereal light that drew your gaze to him no matter how long you stared at the painting. The young boy traced the face of the little blond boy on the picture, a fond smile on his face as thoughts of a better life came to his mind. With a wistful smile he drew his hand back, hugging himself as he turned around and walked out of the room, towards the exit. This time knowing the other would be there.

He wasn't disappointed.

Startling green eyes stared at him, a sad yet tender smile only meant for him on his lips.

"Did it help?"

The blond didn't answer instantly, looking around thoughtfully "Memories come, yet I cannot really bring a full picture to my mind..." a sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair, emotionally tired.

The taller dark haired boy seemed to notice this, for he walked to the other boy, putting an around him as the shorter one rested his head on his shoulder, supporting him.

"Want to go home?" he only got a tired nod as answer, so hugging the blond to himself, he kissed his forehead softly, "Okay..." he closed his eyes, opening his mouth to say the word which would take them home, when the other boy spoke.

"Harry...?"

Green eyes appeared from behind eyelids as he looked down at the boy "Yes, Draco?"

A small smile appeared on the blonde's face, "Thank you..."

Harry kissed Draco's forehead softly again "No problem... don't worry, you'll remember... you just have to give it time," the other boy nodded, hugging the dark haired boy tightly.

"And you'll be with me, right?" came the hesitant whisper.

A smile appeared on Harry's lips, "Always, my love."

The blond smiled up at his lover, kissing him softly on the lips.

And with a last shared smile between the two, they disappeared from the Manor, promising silently to each other that they would find out the truth. Together.