The finale.


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The rest of that summer, Paris tried to find out what he could about Harry Potter, but didn't get very far. He had tried to ask his parents a couple times, but after his father had snapped at him in a way Paris had never seen before, he decided to just wait till school had started and begin looking there instead. He tried to talk to Constantine about it, but the blonde either was in denial about it even being a possibility, or he didn't want to talk about it anymore. On the train ride back to school for their 6th year, Paris tried to get Constantine to tell him if his dad had said anything about Harry Potter.

"No, Paris, he hasn't said anything and I am not forcing the matter, or else he would know that we followed him that night." The blonde looked dead on at Paris. "And I was not going to let him find out or else I would have been inside the whole summer."

"Well fine then, but aren't you at least slightly curious about your father and why he visits his grave?" Paris pushed.

"Honestly, I don't care why or whatever his reason is," Constantine snapped. Both boys fell silent in the compartment.

The rest of the trip was rode out in silence between the two boys all the way up till they went to the dorm for the first night of the year. "Paris, I'm sorry." The blonde was quiet leaning against the bead post of Paris' bed. "I just don't want to find out that he was my dad and my father never told me."

"Well, don't you think it's important that you know though?" The red head kept his voice low. Constantine sighed.

"I suppose so, but I don't want to go digging around till I talk to my father first."

"All right, I swear I won't go poking around till you talk to your dad first," Paris conceded. "When are you going to talk to him?"

"When we go home for winter holiday." The blonde shrugged, moving to his own bed. "Night Paris."

"Night." Paris laid back pulling the covers over himself.

Constantine lied on his bed, not pulling the hangings. He just lied there, looking up at the canopy.

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The next few months flew by rather quickly even though Constantine wasn't paying much attention. If it weren't for Paris, he most likely would have failed his classes. He and Paris were all to quiet. Even McGonagall asked them if there was anything wrong, but both of them assured her they were fine. The night before the students went home, Constantine and Paris were sitting in the common room on the sofa.

"Well I'm sorry I wont be there after you ask your father, but I have to go visit my uncle Charlie. I guess I have a new cousin or something," Paris tried to fill the silence that was around them.

"It's all right." Constantine gave the red head a small smile. "It's getting late. I think I'm going to call it a night."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to go to bed too. You got everything packed?" Paris stood, stretching slightly.

The blonde nodded getting up and heading to the stairs with Paris following.

The next day on the train, the boys didn't say much and Ophelia was sitting with some other friends of hers. "So how are you gonna approach the subject with your father?" Paris couldn't take the silence any longer.

"I'm not sure. I'll just have to see what opening presents itself, I'm not going to just blurt it out." Constantine's voice was even and he just kept looking out he window.

Paris frowned, "I don't like seeing you like this." The blonde looked from the window to his friend frowning slightly. "You being this quiet, it just seems unnatural some how." Paris sounded uncomfortable.

"You're right. You're the quiet one, huh?" Constantine laughed a little. "Are you afraid I'm stealing your personality, Paris?"

"No, of course not." The red head smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry for being so frighteningly quiet. You wanna play exploding snap for awhile?" The blonde suggested, digging into his bag.

When they got to the platform, the three gathered their trunks and found the adults waiting for them. This was the time for Paris and Constantine to say their good-byes till holiday was over.

"Well, see you in a while." Paris held out his hand.

"Yeah, see you soon." Constantine took the offered hand and pulled the boy into a tight hug whispering, "Have a good holiday, alright?"

"You try and have a good one, and don't think to much about it." Paris kept his voice quiet, pulling back. "You might hurt yourself."

"Yes, god forbid anyone but you can think," the blonde joked, hitting his friend in the arm softly. Paris laughed. "Bye Ophelia see you later." he gave her a one armed hug, quickly releasing her.

"See you later," she echoed, smiling.

Everyone else said their good-byes, and headed off to their own directions. When the two Malfoys got home, Constantine went upstairs to put his things away. When he finished, he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, bitting his bottom lip.

Draco noticed how quiet his son was ever since he got off the train, and something was nagging at him about it he was never this quiet. He went in search of the boy after he didn't come back down from putting away his things. He found Constantine laying on his bed, eyes focused on the ceiling, and bitting his lip in thought. Draco sighed, causing the boy to look at his father. The look on the boys face...

Constantinenever looked more like Harry then he did at that moment, and it pulled at Draco's heart painfully. He had to look away. "I got you something. Come down stairs." He heard the boy get up and turned downstairs to the sitting room where the decorated tree and presents stood.

After a moment, Constantine joined him. "Where, Father?"

The boy's voice sounded normal and that was when Draco was able to look at his son again. "Over there." Draco pointed to a large gift that was pulled forward from the others.

Constantine went over, sitting down to the gift, unwrapping it quickly, revealing a brand new racing broom. The blonde stood holding the broom at his side, smiling at his father.

"So you like it?" Draco asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Of course Father, how could I not?" The blonde boy smiled wider, crossing the distance between him and his father, hugging him. "Thank you Father."

Draco got his arms around the boy, squeezing him tightly. He let him go and took the broom, looking it over. "To bad you never went out for your house team."

"Eh, it just didn't seem very interesting to me, I guess." Constantine shrugged, watching as his father examined the gift. "You were on your house team, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was." Draco smiled, handing the broom back to his boy.

"You were a seeker, right?" The boy asked. Draco nodded, sitting in the armchair. "Um, was Dad on his house team?" Was the quiet question the boy asked next, holding the broom tightly.

Draco paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, he was, actually. He was probably the reason I was on my house's Quidditch team." Draco smiled. "I was terribly jealous of him. He was so much better then I was, though I never would have admitted it." Constantine was glad to see his father was actually talking about his dad and finding out something new was exciting. "Though of course I was better in school then he was. I have no idea how he got past potions. If Longbottom didn't blow him up, I was sure Snape would have done something to him, but alas, he made it through." Draco grinned, running his hand through his hair.

"Longbottom? I have a Longbottom in my class. Is that his daughter then?" Constantine asked confusedly, because Penelope was rather good in potions.

"Yeah, he married the Lovegood girl. Now that girl had some very odd ways of thinking. Tell me, she isn't odd, is she?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"No, though some things she says are kind of off, but other then that she seems fine." The boy shrugged.

"It must skip a generation then, I guess, at least I don't have to worry about you in potions, then." The older Malfoy laughed a little.

Before Constantine could ask anything else, it was dinnertime, and during dinner the mood seemed to have shifted. It didn't seem right to ask anything else at the moment. The next few days went by pretty much as usual. Neither Malfoy talked much to the other, except while they were either eating or happened to be in the same room, but another opportunity presented itself for Constantine to ask anything else of his father.

It wasn't till the day before he had to go back to school did Constantine work up enough courage to finally try and ask about his dad. He went down to the sitting room around six or so, when he knew his father was going to be reading.

"Um, Father, can I ask you something?" His voice wasn't as strong as he wanted, but at least he was starting.

"Yes, what is it?" Draco's eyes didn't leave the book in his hands.

"Could you tell me more of Dad?" The boy asked, finding the strength he needed to ask finally.

His father closed the book, sighing. "What would you like to know?"

That took Constantine back. He didn't expect it to be that simple, so he started off small. "I guess, what was he like?"

"He was too good, he was a Gryffindor like you, which was probably worse for me then anything. I couldn't stand him," Draco sighed.

"But if you couldn't stand him then..." The boy was confused.

Draco laughed a little at the boy's confusion. "He was the center of attention and I even tried to befriend him, but Weasley had to say something and ruin it."

"Paris' dad?" The boy asked, sitting in the other armchair.

"Yes. Your father was friends with Paris' parents. They were the golden trio and I did everything I could to make their lives hell, but nothing I did got to your father as bad as it did the other two. He didn't put up with my crap like everyone else did, and that was probably the best thing about him. He could see through people, though he was pig headed himself a lot of the time. When he got mad, it was best to stay clear or else you would get a tongue lashing you wouldn't forget." Draco paused, noticing how intently Constantine was listening.

"Um, Father, who is he?" The boy asked evenly. Draco went quiet, frowning. "I need to know Father. Who was he?" The boy's voice rose slightly.

Draco looked up at his son. "Harry Potter."

Paris was right. Anger rose in him he had never felt before. He stood quickly. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!" Draco just stayed quiet and let the boy rant. "You kept this from me! How did you not think I needed to know this? How could you keep this from me! My father is Harry Potter!"

The reality of the fact was sinking in. He started pacing the room. He was a Potter. His father was the one that destroyed Voldemort. His hand raked through his mess of hair, looking at his father, who looked as calm as if nothing had been said, which just made him madder.


(A/N) TADA! Well it's 2:30am and this mess is finally over. Now I'm in the process of editing over the sequel to this and I might just add those chapters to this story so it's just all in one place. What do you all think? Well there, the prequel is finished. Let me know your thoughts. Loved it? Hated it? What?

NOTE FROM THE BETA: What a journey this has been. My first beta job! Fwah! Now I can get continue writing my story! And then beta K.Krum's other story! Yay! Just so you know, I'm not for rent. Not that you'd want me anyway. I'm only a beta for Bella here. (pops inflated head) I think I'll take this time to advertise my story. READ "CHOCOLATE AND CINNAMON" BY JADELILYMALFOY! K.Krum loved it, and so will you! And now back to the writer...

Well now I feel all special that im the only one you'll beta for tehe, well im exstaic to find that these two stories have been c2 ed and im ever so happy about it :D yey! and your story is wonderfully cute i love the pigmy puff alot lol oh wait thats not out yet is it oh well, Now im off to the reviews...

Jade- yeah it makes sense, and you don't even know if they get together HAHA my secret will go with me to my grave lol and thank you vary much for betaing for me though im not sure how you even became it is the first place but what ever hehe ;P

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shakespears whore- lol yeah waiting for an update is usually the best way to find out what'll happen lol well yeah poor draco I love him all depresed not sure why lol

elion- lol the yaoi rules all that it does lol and was the thing about draco procrastinating a hint I think it was but ther he told now what ever will the boy do lol

hottie girl- good is good lol

misty- you'll just have to read the other story if harry comes back or not I aint saying nothing lol

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and only 10 days till GoF! yey!

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