Re-Edited & Re-Posted on January 11, 2013

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: I've been on a bit of a Draco fic trip lately and this story will be no different. It may be a bit angsty but not overly so as angst and I typically don't mix. Anywho this will be a Harry/Draco fic at some point but I'm not rushing into it. Enjoy dear readers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own Harry Potter but JKR does.

~~~~~~~~~~~******Chapter 1*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Draco winced as his last client of the night spilled his essence deep inside Draco's sore, loosened body; he was rarely this busy in one night and some of the men who had taken him had not done so gently.

The slender blonde watched through deadened grey eyes as the man pulled his flaccid penis from Draco's stretched entrance and tucked himself back into his trousers. This client was at least thoughtful enough to cast a cleansing charm on Draco's sweaty form, removing his cum from deep inside Draco's body and his now leaking entrance.

Readjusting his robes to sit normally the man left just as quickly as he came, leaving Draco to his thoughts. He remembered nothing past six months ago when he had awoken in this very room, unharmed though dazed, and told that he was a wizard and had been given to Alice to work so he could pay off the debt his family owed.

Draco was then told his name, Draco Lucien, by the brothel owner, Alice Kelly. Alice was a nice enough woman and on Draco's first night working had sent only the most trustworthy and kind clients to the scared blonde's room.

Draco was thankful for her kindness. He knew he had no choice but to stay here and the simple fact that Alice had at least tried to make the situation somewhat better was appreciated by the young male.

Alice then explained that the men who brought Draco in had told her his name, his age which was eighteen and that he had no known surviving family left to assume his debt. She assured him that the men had papers showing this arrangement was legal. Draco took her word for it as everything within his mind was an unclear, hazed blur.

Alice had then gone on to explain where they were and the rules of the house; he was in a small wizarding village in Scotland in one of the more exclusive whorehouses. He wasn't allowed a wand though his was in safekeeping in Alice's apartment so Draco could have it back when he was released from her employ.

However, his safety would never be risked. Yes, clients could be rough on him but as soon as they went too far the wards within the room that were attuned to Draco's well-being would react, forcibly removing the client in a very painful way.

Draco's wards had never been used but he did hear stories from the other workers that one man was ejected stark naked into the middle of the street with his penis badly burned.

While Draco would be treated fairly and kindly; due to his status of being held liable for the repayment of a debt Draco was not allowed to leave the property. He could go into the small backyard to enjoy the sun or stars but that was as far as the wards would allow Draco to venture.

It was frustrating to the young blonde but what could he do? He had no clue who he was and at that time no money to his name and only the ripped clothes on his back.

Was he really going to walk away from a relatively safe place because he found what he was expected to do distasteful? No, Draco apparently was a survivor and would get by and bear through this ordeal.

Alice let Draco know that he would be well fed, dressed in good quality clothing and provided with medical care should he need it; as long as he worked to earn his keep.

Alice was fair and each of her workers was given ten percent of what they made each week; Draco only got five percent of his earnings. Alice explained that an additional twenty percent of his wages went to the men who brought him in. Draco asked for the unknown males' names but Alice did not know them as she sent the money monthly via post owl to an assigned mailbox in Hogsmeade.

It sounded a bit fishy to Draco but if Alice said it was legal than it was. The Madam had not lied to him yet and seemed to truly care for her workers despite the fact that they were whores.

And for some reason Draco thought Hogsmeade sounded familiar but couldn't pinpoint why until one of the girls working in the brothel explained that it was another small wizarding village in Scotland, and he probably had visited since it was quite popular.

Draco accepted this reason as it made perfect sense that he a wizard would have visited the village on holiday or for some task unknown to him. But for some reason this Hogsmeade place refused to leave his still muddled mind.

The blonde read about up on the little village and found that Hogwarts was located nearby and realized that maybe he had attended. Draco wrote the school and asked if anyone by his name or the family name of Lucien had ever attended there but he never heard back.

That was two months ago and he was losing hope that he would ever figure out who he was or where he came from. That seemed to be a constant for Draco; the loss of hope. At first he hoped that he wouldn't have to spread his legs for clients but he had, then it was the hope that his clients were caring and gentle that was dashed a month in.

Finally, Draco's never-ending hope that soon he would be released from his servitude. This final hope was dwindling and guttering out with every passing week, with every thrust of his client's cock into his used body, Draco was sinking into despair. Alice and the other workers tried to cheer him up but the fact remained that as soon as eight pm chimed he would be fucked again and again until the stroke of midnight.

Draco only had Monday and Thursday to rest his battered, used body and most of these days were spent with him gazing blankly out his window or reading sullenly in the communal living room. He just wished he would remember how it was he came to be here.

Many of the men and women employed at the brothel were like him; in debt or just had no skills, and nowhere else to go so a life as a well-paid whore was the best they could hope for. But none of them rivaled Draco in appearance, manners or grace.

Many of his fellows assumed he must have been from a wealthy pure-blood house at one time as his overall appearance, speech and movements were too polished for him to have come from a poor family. But if Draco was from a wealthy pure-blood house how did he end up at the brothel in the first place?

No one could answer that question but soon after he came to the bordello the word spread into the underground that there was a new beautiful silver haired, grey eyed, finely shaped young man residing in the brothel; many men came to see him and took great pleasure from Draco's still virginally tight body.

That virginal tightness had been fucked away some months ago; Draco mourned the loss of his innocence. The blonde somehow knew no one had taken sexual joy from his body prior to him coming to work for Alice.

His working name was Gin, in reference to his thick, shiny silver-blonde hair that now reached his shoulder blades. Draco hadn't selected the name though; Alice had since she mirrored the decor of her business after the courtesan houses that existed in feudal Japan. So all her employees were given Japanese names to keep up with the theme.

The name of the brothel itself was in English since many Europeans could not say the Japanese version clearly and that was bad for business. So Alice decided on a name that still paid tribute to the Japanese style she employed; christening her business as "The Fallen Cherry Blossom."

Draco thought it was a beautiful and appropriate name since that was what they all were there. All of them were once innocent, pristine and full of life until they had fallen from grace, and ended up on the dirty ground; just as the Cherry Blossoms did at the end of every summer.

Draco snapped out of his musings and made his way to his bathroom to take a hot shower. After the shower Draco would apply his soothing balm to his raw entrance and channel then he would rub the bruise salve over his purpling hipbones and neck. Yes, his clients had been rather rough on him and it showed on his porcelain skin.

Draco knew as bad as this was it could always be worse; his other colleagues had detailed what it was like at other pleasure houses where the Madam wasn't as kind as Alice. The clients could essentially do what they pleased with the employee as long as they paid and it was fixable through magical healing.

Draco cringed at the stories of rape and torture some of the others had witnessed or heard about through others in their age old trade. The young male was grateful for that one small mercy; that the men who brought him into this life had at least left him somewhere he would be somewhat safe and taken care of. Though Draco felt that was more by luck and chance than planning on the people he was indebted to's part.

Sighing, Draco scrubbed his skin and prayed that tomorrow his mind would clear and give him something to help him remember who he was or even where he came from. At this point he would settle for anything.

But again the despair crept in and Draco felt the tears of frustration fall from his stormy grey eyes. There was nothing for him out there anymore; for if there was why would they have let him be taken here?

Draco went through the rest of his nightly ablutions in a zombie like haze and when he fell into his now cleaned bed, another useful cleaning charm put in place by Alice, sleep came blessedly quickly for his weary mind and overworked body.

So What Do We Think of Chapter 1?!

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Alright I'm on a roll tonight so here is Chapter 2. This will be in Narcissa and then Harry's POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own HP but JKR does.

Previously:

Sighing, Draco scrubbed his skin and prayed that tomorrow his mind would clear and give him something to help him remember who he was or even where he came from. At this point he would settle for anything.

But again the despair crept in and Draco felt the tears of frustration fall from his stormy grey eyes. There was nothing for him out there anymore; for if there was why would they have let him be taken here?

Draco went through the rest of his nightly ablutions in a zombie like haze and when he fell into his now cleaned bed, another useful cleaning charm put in place by Alice, sleep came blessedly quickly for his weary mind and overworked body.

~~~~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 2********~~~~~~~~~~~

Narcissa Malfoy had not seen her son in over six months; at first she thought Draco just needed some time to sort himself out after his trial and acquittal. She knew she had needed a few weeks to adjust to her new life and standing in the wizarding world.

But after a two months she began to worry. Every owl she sent came back with the same letter as if her son simply disappeared off the face of the earth. She knew it could be because Draco was behind powerful wards but that didn't make any sense and even if he didn't wish to speak with his mother he wouldn't have ignored her for six months.

Draco and her relationship used to be close and loving but once the Dark Lord returned it became strained as Narcissa tried to save Draco from Lucius' mania and desire for Draco to join the Death Eaters.

She had failed every time and had to watch her baby be subjected to torture and given an impossible task with the consequence of failure being his and his family's death. She was grateful that she and Draco were still alive after everything they had been through.

Narcissa of course had gone to the Auror department and reported her son missing after two months had passed without her receiving any signs her son was alive and okay. The Aurors had listened, seemingly interested in Draco's disappearance, but then she would hear nothing from them in regards to their search.

After returning to the Auror office several times to inquire about their search and investigation into Draco's disappearance Narcissa realized with a sinking feeling of dread that these people didn't care that her baby was missing.

No, these bastards were probably happy that another ex-Death Eater had disappeared. They probably hoped Draco's body would turn up somewhere so they could feel the satisfaction that came from their belief that Draco finally got what he deserved.

Narcissa went back the Manor, trying to think of who to contact that could possibly help her. Who had enough pull and sway with the higher-ups in the Ministry to help her get the investigation going? She just wanted her son home and safe now that she had finally gotten him back again!

It hit her in a moment of clarity; Harry Potter! Of course he owed her a life debt for her lying about him being alive when Voldemort asked her to check Harry's body. Well Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was calling in that debt and hell hath no fury if Harry denied her.

Narcissa had no problem taking Harry's magic if he dared to brush off her request; when it was her beloved family on the line Narcissa would fight to the death to keep them safe and sound. Striding quickly to the writing desk in the sitting room Narcissa composed a letter to Lord Harry James Potter.

Summoning her house elf, Mippy, to deliver the missive to Harry as soon as possible; Narcissa sat down in front of the fire and sipped the tea that appeared in front of her, waiting patiently for Harry's response.

It came rather quickly, about fifteen minutes later, when Harry popped back in with Mippy. Narcissa watched him with blank eyes and an unreadable expression, waiting for Harry to speak. Finally the young man spoke in a nervous voice which made Narcissa chuckle inwardly; the boy defeated a Dark Lord but became nervous in front of Narcissa's cold stare.

"I read your letter Mrs. Malfoy and I agree Draco wouldn't have disappeared for this long unless he was being kept against his will. What do you want me to do?" Narcissa thought on Harry's response before she spoke and when she did her voice was hard with a tone that dared Harry to interrupt or argue.

"I want you to go to the Ministry to the Minister himself and use your clout to force them to look for my son! Not the Auror's office, I've been five times and have been given false assurances that they were working on it only to never be contacted again. I will not be ignored Harry Potter and you will find my son! Are we understood child?"

Narcissa's cold blue eyes bore into Harry's widened emeralds as he stuttered; "Five times and they never made any effort to do anything? That's disgusting! I don't care what Draco did he was found innocent of his crimes. As such he should be given the same attention as any other member of our world would. I promise I will see Kingsley as soon as I leave here. I apologize for the Auror's treatment of you and will do my best to find Draco and bring him back."

Narcissa nodded, gesturing to the floo so Harry knew he was free to leave and begin the search for her boy. The raven haired teen got the hint and walked quickly toward the fire, snatching the floo powder into his hand. Harry threw it into the flames and called out his destination; "The Ministry of Magic, Minister's Office, London."

Narcissa watched as the swirl of green flames swept away her best hope for finding her baby boy. She prayed for Draco to be found safe and brought back to her soon. She had so much she wanted to tell him; that she loved him and was proud of the man he was becoming after his father was no longer there to frighten and bully him.

Narcissa wanted to tell her son these words more than she wanted anything; she would give her life in exchange for her son's without a second thought. It was the least she could do for not being able to protect him from his father and then the Dark Lord and his cruel Death Eaters.

Not one to sit around and do nothing Narcissa began a letter to the editor of the Daily Prophet along with a recent picture of her son. She detailed that he had been missing for six months with no contact and that the Aurors had blatantly ignored her requests for help. She would destroy and sully anyone's reputation and name if they deserved it, she would do almost anything if it got her closer to finding her son.

Narcissa was many things but she was first and foremost a mother and she loved her son. The Auror Department wouldn't know what hit them when this article was printed. Narcissa was no fool she knew the Prophet would blow the whole thing out of proportion but as long as her son's picture and the fact he was missing was printed she didn't care.

Maybe someone would come forward with information about her son. She had resisted going public until now hoping at first Draco would come home, when that didn't happen she put her faith in the Auror's but now six months later she realized she should have taken this course of action from the beginning.

Sighing, she signed her letter and once again Mippy delivered her scathing letter to the editor of the Daily Prophet.

POV CHANGE!

Harry was swept away from Malfoy Manor and the intimidating form of Narcissa Malfoy, feeling quite unsettled by what she had told him. It made him sick that the Aurors would ignore a missing person just because they didn't like them.

Harry stepped out of the floo quickly barely acknowledging Kingsley's secretary, Margret, and walked directly into the Minister's large office. Kingsley raised his head from the parchment he was reading and raised an eyebrow in question at Harry's abrupt entrance.

The younger man sat heavily in the chair in front of his friend's desk and proceeded to detail everything Narcissa had just told him. Kingsley expression steadily darkened the longer Harry talked. At the end the dark skinned man snapped to his secretary to get Head of the Auror Department up there now.

Not wanting to anger the Minister further Margret hurriedly made her way to the floo and called for Head Auror Michael Brunswick. Harry heard the quiet conversation before a tall brown haired, brown eyeed man stepped through the floo. Head Auror Brunswick looked confused when he saw Harry Potter sitting in the Minister's office while the Minister looked like he was going to spew fire out of his flaring nostrils.

Once Brunswick sat down, looking rather uncomfortable in his chair, Kingsley spoke; "Head Auror Brunswick can you tell me why Narcissa Malfoy was snubbed not once but FIVE TIMES when she came to report her son missing?! I'd really like to hear the extraordinary reasons behind your Auror's obvious dereliction of their sworn duties."

Harry wanted to snicker when Brunswick paled more and more as Kingsley continued to verbally ream him. Once Kingsley was finished, Harry thought Brunswick looked rather nauseous and his skin was sporting a sickly grey color. Harry had no pity for the man; Brunswick was the leader of his department anything that went wrong fell on not only the individual Auror but Brunswick as well.

Brunswick just sat there for a few moments trying to collect himself and replied in a tone colored with anger; "You mean to tell me my Auror's sent away someone who had a legitimate complaint?" Kingsley and Harry both nodded in lieu of a spoken response.

The Head Auror's face took on a look of disgust and promised that they would do whatever they could to bring Draco home as soon as they could. Harry shook his head and spoke; "No, Mr. Brunswick you won't. I will be looking into Draco's disappearance as your department has already proven their effectiveness when dealing with someone they don't like."

"Besides I can guarantee that Narcissa Malfoy has probably gone to the Prophet by now to get the message out to the public that her son is missing. I'm sure she has also detailed her unfair treatment at the hands of your Aurors. I'm sure the public will be outraged that someone was turned away from your department just because the missing person in question wasn't well liked. It will put thoughts and questions into their heads about the integrity of your department."

" Remember Mr. Brunswick Narcissa Malfoy didn't survive the war by being stupid; she may have lost most of her standing but she is still an intelligent and formidable witch. Your Aurors were unwise to cross her." Harry finished speaking and turned disappointed eyes on Brunswick's stiffly sitting form.

"I will look into this immediately and if Mrs. Malfoy would like our assistance please tell her to contact me directly." Upon finishing Brunswick stood and bowed to his boss and left the office, a dark cloud almost manifesting over his head. Harry could almost hear the verbal beating the Aurors would be subjected to once their boss returned from this meeting.

Before Brunswick could floo out Kingsley spoke, catching the Head Auror's attention; "I want the people who caught the initial call from Mrs. Malfoy and anyone she spoke to after that suspended for one month without pay, their robes, badges and any other issued equipment returned to you for the length of their suspensions."

"Once their suspensions are over they will be demoted to the rank of trainee so maybe this time they can learn the rules and observe them accordingly. Also, send me their names as soon as their suspensions have been put into place."

Once again Brunswick had paled dramatically before bowing and hurriedly stepping into the floo. Harry turned to Kingsley and asked to have the list of names sent to him so he knew who was trustworthy to deal with and who wasn't in regards to looking for Draco.

Kingsley nodded still brooding over this disturbing news. Harry knew what he was thinking; if the Aurors ignored Narcissa who else had they ignored, what other procedures had they tossed to the side seeing them as not necessary. Harry felt the same and wondered how the Department that once was the pillar of justice started to slide down the slope towards mediocrity and letting their prejudice dictate their actions.

Harry stood, shook Kingsley hand and gave him his thanks as he made his way towards the same floo Brunswick had just used. Throwing the floo powder in once again but this time he called out; "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

Stepping out and into his home Harry walked toward his study. He had plans to make to find and bring home a wayward dragon.

Well dear readers that was Chapter 2. Harry is getting closer to finding Draco! ; )

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: So this chapter will in written in Alice's, Narcissa's and Harry's POV. Enjoy Ch. 3 dear readers. Danni-Sherlockian-Ireland you are amazing; thanks for following my stories from the very beginning! : )

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own HP but JKR does.

Previously:

Once again Brunswick had paled dramatically before bowing and hurriedly stepping into the floo. Harry turned to Kingsley and asked to have the list of names sent to him so he knew who was trustworthy to deal with and who wasn't in regards to looking for Draco.

Kingsley nodded still brooding over this disturbing news. Harry knew what he was thinking; if the Aurors ignored Narcissa who else had they ignored, what other procedures had they tossed to the side seeing them as not necessary. Harry felt the same and wondered how the Department that once was the pillar of justice started to slide down the slope towards mediocrity and letting their prejudice dictate their actions.

Harry stood, shook Kingsley hand and gave him his thanks as he made his way towards the same floo Brunswick had just used. Throwing the floo powder in once again but this time he called out; "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."

Stepping out and into his home Harry walked toward his study. He had plans to make to find and bring home a wayward dragon.

~~~~~~~~~~~*********Chapter 3*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Monday morning was generally quiet at the Cherry Blossom and a time when Alice went through the financial books. Sitting at the desk in her small study she reviewed how many clients they'd serviced and how many galleons, sickles and knuts each employee made; so she could tabulate their weekly wage.

It was tedious work but she knew that the percentage given to her workers made them happy and Alice knew a happy worker worked harder, or at the very least caused less trouble.

Alice was lucky in this regard; all her employees while not high society were honest and just wanted to make enough money to save so when the time came for them to retire they could survive for a while until they found another job.

Hearing the light tapping sound coming from the window Alice waved her wand and the window slid open, letting the post owls deliver their letters and the morning paper. Before reading the paper Alice sorted through the letters; some were for her, others for the workers who lived at the Cherry Blossom.

Alice stopped when she came across one addressed to Draco, and was surprised to see it was from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She remembered vaguely that he had written them a time ago to try and find out any information about himself.

But up until this point nothing had been sent back in regards to his query. Maybe this would be the key to unraveling the beautiful boy's past. She would be pleased if he at least knew something about himself. Alice could tell the lack of knowledge pertaining to his past was hard on Draco; both emotionally and mentally.

Alice knew she didn't have to but she cared about her workers and tried to make their lives as pleasant as possible. Yes, they were expensive whores but they were still people who worked hard to earn their money. That deserved her respect and kindness plus without their services she wouldn't be able to pay the bills or keep her business afloat.

Putting the sorted letters to the side Alice opened the Daily Prophet and gasped; on the front page was a photo of Draco, looking every bit the pure-blood aristocrat he acted like. Alice felt her stomach roll as if this picture was a harbinger of bad news to come.

Resigning herself for the possible terrible news to come Alice began to read, her mouth becoming drier and drier the more she read. It seemed that Draco Lucien was in fact Draco Lucius Malfoy and had been missing for six months. Alice tried to convince herself that this Draco Malfoy was not her Draco Lucien.

If this was true she had been tricked into forcing Draco to work as a prostitute for six months. She felt sick but Alice knew she had taken the necessary steps. She didn't just let anyone work there and she also kept the paperwork showing the court papers demanding that Draco repay the debt by any means necessary.

Alice was no dummy. You didn't survive as a Madam for as long as she had by not covering your own ass. Cross your T's and dot your I's was her motto and mantra. Steeling herself, Alice finished reading the heart wrenching article.

When she was done she tried to process what she knew now about Draco; he was really a Malfoy, an ex-Death Eater who had been declared innocent of his crimes and Draco had been missing for these last six months and his mother, Narcissa, wanted him back desperately.

Yes, Alice had been duped when they told her none of Draco's family was alive and able to pay the debt he owed. If Draco even owed a debt in the first place; the more she thought about this situation the more it reaked of revenge and hate. Alice was going to do everything in her power to help Draco and find the pigs who did this to him.

Alice knew what she had to do. Picking up a piece of parchment she began to write a letter to Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy; writing to let her know she had a young man working for her that fit her son's description and sharing his name but that Draco had no memory before six months ago. Alice could only imagine the refined woman's thoughts when she found out her son was working as an expensive prostitute.

Sealing the letter, Alice made her way over to her chocolate brown owl, Grace, and tied the parchment to her scaly leg. Once Grace was set to go, Alice went to nearest window and opened it wide. The pretty owl knew the drill and with an affectionate hoot she was gone in a burst of powerful wings.

Alice watched her faithful owl becoming smaller and smaller on the early morning horizon. The Madam straightened her spine, collected the Prophet and the letters for her residents and made her way down to the second floor and her employees' private rooms.

She delivered all the mail except for Draco's, deciding she would sit with him while he read his Hogwarts letter and then the Prophet. She knew his response would either be explosive anger that he had been used for six months or he would fall apart in relief that he finally knew who he was.

Alice was betting on a combination of these emotions and braced herself for the explosion she knew would come. Knocking on the door to room number eight with the name Gin written on it in lovely calligraphy, Alice stepped back and waited for Draco to answer.

When the door opened, revealing a tired but smiling Draco, Alice smiled but it was tinged with sadness. She had ruined this child's life however unknowingly and she would make the bastards pay for what they involved her and Draco in.

Alice stepped inside and put her thin arm around Draco's slim shoulders and led him to the small loveseat in front of the crackling fire. Once they were both seated Alice began to explain...

POV CHANGE!

Narcissa Malfoy looked at the morning paper in sadistic satisfaction; the Prophet had done its job masterfully. Draco's picture and her edited article were on the front page of the Monday morning edition. Narcissa was pleased that the news of Draco missing, as well as his picture, were out there but even she could admit that the Prophet did get a bit carried away.

They made it seem like the Aurors had run her out of the office, shooting spells and curses at her until she left. That was far from the truth but maybe now the Aurors would do their jobs like they were sworn to and leave the judging where it belonged; the Wizengamot.

Narcissa was perusing the rest of the paper when the wards went off alerting her to someone flooing into the Manor. Since she knew it wasn't her son she assumed it was Harry; she had keyed him in upon his request so when he needed to speak to her urgently he needn't have to wait for her to agree to let him through.

Harry stepped into the breakfast room. Mippy had deposited him at the door and went back to whatever it is Mippy did when she wasn't with Narcissa. Harry nodded and held up the morning paper; Narcissa smirked and chuckled when Harry's expression took on a devious smirk of its own.

"Would you like so breakfast, Harry?" Narcissa was after all a woman of breeding and culture. She wouldn't neglect her guest's needs as that would be uncivilized. Harry nodded and sat down, a plate of waffles and bacon appeared before the hungry teen.

The raven dug in with gusto, making Narcissa almost want to ruffle his hair when she noticed he was trying to eat slowly and properly as not to offend her. Harry really was a good boy with a heart that was to good and kind for their world.

Narcissa went back to her paper, not really breaking her gaze away from the article she was reading when Mippy placed a letter next to her dainty hand. When she completed the article that interested her Narcissa picked up the letter and began to read; her breathing became quick and her eyes filled with tears.

Harry seeing this immediately got up and rushed to her side, hoping it wasn't bad news regarding Draco. Harry was chanting the same thing over and over in his head; 'Please don't let him be dead!' When Harry made it to Narcissa she held the parchment out to him with a limp hand and pained expression on her normally collected face.

Harry began to read and felt his blood boil...

POV CHANGE

Harry couldn't believe what he was reading; Draco was alive it seemed and had been left in a brothel but had no memory of who he was and how he got there. This whole situation screamed foul play and Harry was going to figure it out.

No one should have their memories forcibly taken, kidnapped and then left to sell their bodies to the highest paying customer; it was disgusting and sick. Harry swore silently that when he caught whoever did this he would personally make sure their life was a living hell. Harry hoped none of the suspended Aurors were involved as his friend Ron Weasely was on the list of those suspended along with Seamus Finnegan.

Those guilty, heartless, sick bastards would become social outcasts, pariahs and would lose their jobs, their freedom, their standing and if Harry could swing it their money and homes. Harry felt Draco would be justified for suing his wrongdoers for compensation. This plan would happen once they found Draco and ensured he was alive and well.

Harry looked to Narcissa and saw the sadness in her eyes; "Do you want to come with me to see if this really is Draco? Or do you want me to go on my own with a trusted Healer to make the confirmation that this is indeed Draco?"

Narcissa was quiet for a few minutes before she spoke; "Go without me for now once you have confirmed that he is in fact my son, call for Mippy and she will bring me to you." Harry nodded his understanding before making his way to the floo.

Harry called for St. Mungo's Hospital; he knew Hermione would be on shift today. Mione was still in Healer training but he trusted her and knew she would do her level best to help Draco should he need it.

Harry turned on the charm on the welcome witch in the foyer, talking her into paging Healer Granger to come to the atrium. Hermione came quickly looking quite confused until she saw him and fear flooded her brown eyes. Harry was quick to reassure her that everything was fine.

Harry took her hand gently and led her to a secluded corner and gestured for her to sit in one of the stiff waiting room chairs. The emerald eyed male sat down and cast several privacy wards and spells before he told Hermione everything that happened to him since Friday and then showed her the Daily Prophet along with the Madam's letter that was sent to Narcissa.

Hermione looked horrified and rightly so when Harry was done talking and agreed to accompany him to this Fallen Blossom place; she just had to inform her boss that she had to leave due to an emergency.

Harry knew Hermione hated to lie, but then again it really wasn't a lie. For all they knew Draco could be in really bad shape and in need of emergency healing. Once the excuses were made and Hermione was given leave to go, Harry apparated them to the coordinates given in the Madam's letter.

They landed in a quaint village lane in front of a well-kept house that had a distinctly Japanese flare to it and Harry assumed this was the place; the sign reading The Fallen Cherry Blossom was also a big hint.

Both of them took a deep breath and began to walk forward, pushing past the intricately designed front gate; Harry stopped and looked around the well-kept garden and exterior of the house. If Harry didn't know exactly what went on in the house he would think he was looking at a cozy Bed and Breakfast.

Looks really could be deceiving; Harry knocked on the dark wooden front door and waited for someone to answer. Hermione was looking just as nervous and anxious as he was. Finally the door swung open...

Sorry for the cliffhanger but the next chapter will be coming soon. So you dear readers will live in suspense for a day. ; )

The next chapter will be in Draco's POV.

All Mistakes Are My Own!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Back to the POV of our little Dragon. Enjoy All! : ) Thanks for all the reviews, fav's & follows; it is very much appreciated. Oh and to the guest who reviewed & went by the name Reader…FUCK YOU!

Disclaimer: I own nothing because if I did Sirius & Severus would have survived. Ginny would have been deceased leaving Harry free to live happily ever after w/ his beautiful uke Draco. Alas dear readers I don't own HP but JKR does.

Previously:

Harry knew Hermione hated to lie, but then again it really wasn't a lie. For all they knew Draco could be in really bad shape and in need of emergency healing. Once the excuses were made and Hermione was given leave to go, Harry apparated them to the coordinates given in the Madam's letter.

They landed in a quaint village lane in front of a well-kept house that had a distinctly Japanese flare to it and Harry assumed this was the place; the sign reading The Fallen Cherry Blossom was also a big hint.

Both of them took a deep breath and began to walk forward, pushing past the intricately designed front gate; Harry stopped and looked around the well-kept garden and exterior of the house. If Harry didn't know exactly what went on in the house he would think he was looking at a cozy Bed and Breakfast.

Looks really could be deceiving; Harry knocked on the dark wooden front door and waited for someone to answer. Hermione was looking just as nervous and anxious as he was. Finally the door swung open...

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Draco heard the knock on his room door and moved to open it; curious as to who would be visiting him at nine in the morning. Draco's confusion only rose when he saw it was Madam Alice at his door.

The pretty blonde had a sinking feeling in his gut that she did not come with good news for him. Bracing himself Draco allowed Alice to lead him through his room and to the squishy sofa in front of the fireplace.

Draco sat stiffly, waiting for his boss to begin talking and explain her odd behavior toward him. She was always at ease, warm and friendly with him. Now she was tense with a stressed out and saddened expression gracing her face.

Alice held out a letter for him to take. When he saw the back of the parchment his heart beat quickened when he looked upon the Hogwarts' seal boldly standing out on the cream colored paper. Taking it quickly, Draco opened it and read slowly, absorbing what the missive had to say.

When he was done he was confused but hopeful; it seemed that while there had been no one who had attended under the family name Lucien, there had been a student by the name of Draco Lucius Malfoy. Could that possibly be him?

Draco continued reading and found out the reason for his inquiries delayed response; it seemed that after the war the Headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, had been inundated with work orders and contractors to help with the reconstruction of Hogwarts. With all this going on the Headmistress didn't really have any freetime for non-school or non-reconstruction related matters.

Draco understood that while his letter was important to him, it was probably the last thing on the Headmistress' mind and she had gotten to his letter as soon as she could. He appreciated the response though, better late than never.

Draco looked at Alice and smiled brightly; "The letter says that someone by the name of Draco Lucius Malfoy attended Hogwarts. Do you think that may have been me?"

Alice looked upset for a moment before handing him the morning newspaper, her eyes taking on an even sadder look. Draco took the paper hesitantly, as if it would bite him if he wasn't careful and unfolded it. Looking down he was shocked to see himself on the front page; a haughty expression on his face. In the photo he was dressed in fine clothes and standing in front of an impressive fireplace.

Draco went on to read the article and with each word his anger and relief rose, warring against each other on which would win out and be expressed. In the end Draco's relief won out and tears leaked out of his shining grey eyes.

Draco had a mother who by all accounts loved him and was looking for him. But he also realized by reading the article that he must have been taken and his memory tampered with. The men who brought him here had done it out of hate and the desire to humiliate him.

The sad blonde looked at Alice and saw the despair and self-loathing in her eyes; Draco realized Alice had been scammed just as much as he had. These men had ruined his life and taken Alice along for the ride.

Draco knew Alice would never have forced him to work there. The reason she had taken him in was because she saw what she thought were legitimate papers regarding the blonde's debt. Draco had grudgingly, but willingly, worked at The Fallen Cherry Blossom in the belief that this was how he would repay his debt.

Now that he thought about it there probably wasn't even a debt or any legal papers stating that he was required to pay it. Draco snapped back when Alice began to speak in a strained but soft face.

"I've written a letter to your mother. I'm sure she or someone will be coming soon to see you. I'm truly sorry Draco. I never would have taken you if I knew what was truly going on." Draco heard the honest sincerity in Alice's voice and couldn't be mad at the kind woman.

"I know Alice... since I came here you've helped me get through this. Also, if you didn't take me they would have brought me to another brothel and who knows how I would have been treated there. At least here, even though I had to sleep with the clients, I was never hurt to badly or abused."

"What those sons of bitches did to me is not okay but I know you had no part in their plan. I'm sure the authorities will want to speak with you about what these men looked like and any other information you have on them. I dread to think if they did this to anyone else."

"From what I can tell in the article I wasn't the nicest or most honest person but I don't think anyone has the right to do what was done to me. They will pay for what they have done. That I will make sure of but I'll also let them know that you had no part in it."

Once Draco was done speaking his body was shaking in anger, sadness and relief. He was so overwhelmed that when Alice gathered him into her arms he pressed his face into her shoulder and balled his eyes out; he cried for the six months of confusion, fear, and pain.

Draco cried for his lost innocence, wept when he remembered the memories of the countless men that had thrust into his pale body with no concern for his pleasure or his wellbeing. Draco had so much taken from him so much that he would never get back. He was tainted now by what those monsters had done to him.

Draco cried so hard that eventually the strain became too much and he fell asleep in Alice's warm arms. His former Madam held him through it all, murmuring words of comfort and revenge against the people who were cruel enough to do this to him.

LLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Draco came to about an hour later; Alice had laid him on the couch and was sipping tea in the armchair next to the sofa. When she saw he was awake, she smiled and offered him a cup of tea which after sitting up Draco gladly accepted. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table Draco saw it was ten thirty and with a rumble of his stomach he realized that he hadn't had any breakfast.

Alice chuckled and stood, letting him know she would get him something to eat. She made her way quickly out of his room; once she was gone Draco rose and went to the bathroom to clean his face of the dried tears. He wouldn't cry again not over this, he had cried enough already.

Draco wasn't weak, he had survived here and he could survive anywhere. Let someone look down on him for what he went through! Draco didn't care what they thought; he had been acquitted of his crimes by the Wizard Court. Draco deserved the same amount of respect and courtesy as any one of them did.

Draco shook himself out of his ranting and slightly hysterical thoughts. Leaving the bathroom the blonde watched Alice coming back in with a tray filled with his breakfast but she wasn't alone, two people Draco did not know were with her.

Alice smiled and placed the tray down before she introduced the two newcomers; "Draco, this young man is Lord Harry Potter and this young lady is Healer Hermione Granger. Your mother, Narcissa, sent them to see of you are indeed Draco Lucius Malfoy." Draco nodded and indicated the sofa to Lord Potter and Healer Granger to sit on.

Alice conjured another chair for her to sit down on and Draco took the remaining seat, bringing the trey filled with his breakfast to rest on his lap. "I hope you don't mind if I eat while you talk, I'm a bit hungry." Draco was confused by the expressions on the Lord's and Healer's face, they were looking at him as if he had grown two heads.

Finally, Lord Potter snapped out of his stupor and began to explain why they were here and if Draco could tell them what he remembered, anything at all would be helpful at this point.

Draco explained that he had no memory prior to waking up in the room they were in six months ago; everything before then is a haze. Healer Granger nodded when Draco was done speaking and asked if she could run two health scans on him.

Draco seeing no problem with that nodded and continued to nibble on his muffin. Healer Granger brought out her wand and began waving it in complicated sweeps and turns, mumbling Latin words under her breath.

When she was finished Granger looked a bit worried but explained as best she could; "Physically you're fine Draco but it appears that someone has placed a very powerful block in your mind. That is why you have no recollection of your past before you came here."

"Such a strong block is above my capabilities to remove so when we leave here I will take you to St. Mungo's, it's the main Wizarding Hospital in London, and a Mind Healer will take a look. Once they ascertain exactly how the block was set up and created they can begin removing it. Once it's removed Draco may remember who brought him here."

Draco nodded his head and smiled a beaming smile at the young Healer; "Thank you Healer Granger for your help and assistance. I'm grateful that you both came but can you tell me where my mother is. I'd very much like to see her."

Lord Potter spoke this time; "I will call for her to come in a few moments but first I have a few questions for Madam Kelly. Can you remember what the men looked like that brought Draco to you? Can you remember their names? Anything that could point us the right direction on who would have done something like this to Mr. Malfoy." Alice rose and excused herself to retrieve something from her files.

Draco watched in detached interest as Lord Potter and Healer Granger conversed quietly. Alice returned within five minutes with the legal papers pertaining to Draco and his debt. Lord Potter took them carefully before conjuring a folder to place the papers in so any magical signatures left on it by the perpetrators could be traced and hopefully identified.

After casting the preservation charm on the papers Lord Potter looked at Alice again, nodding for her to tell him what she remembered from that time six months ago when Draco was brought into her brothel.

"Whenever I try to remember the event it becomes fuzzy but I remember a red haired man and a brown haired man. The brown haired male sounded like he may have been Irish. But like I said it's fuzzy."

Draco noticed Lord Potter and Healer Granger tensed when Alice described the men who brought him here and ruined his life. That was something to ask about when all was said and done. But he wanted his mother here before he confronted these two new people. For some reason he felt safer doing it with his mother there.

Alice continued speaking; "They gave me the information to a post office box in Hogsmeade to send the money owed them to. They also told me to use the post office owls when I sent the payment. I don't remember why I agreed with that..."

Alice looked confusedly at their guests before reality crashed onto her, her hand rose in front of her mouth and she looked sick; "They tampered with my memory didn't they?" Lord Potter nodded but gestured for Healer Granger to scan Alice just to be sure that was the case.

Draco wouldn't be surprised if they did tamper with Alice's memory; they effectively sealed his memory and sold him into the sex trade. Draco doubted there was very little these two men weren't capable of.

Draco watched as Healer Granger repeated the process of waving her wand and murmuring in Latin before she stopped and looked at all of them with sad eyes. Draco knew without her speaking that Alice's memory was indeed messed with.

"Alice's memory has been very powerfully obliviated but it is still there. Deep in your subconscious but again recalling the memory will need to be done by a Mind Healer. Alice would you be willing to come to St. Mungo's with us as well?"

Alice agreed quickly, saying it was the least she could do after all Draco has been through. With that out of the Draco spoke and asked for his mother to be brought to him. Lord Potter called out the name, "Mippy", and after two minutes a pop was heard and an elf was standing there with a tall, blonde woman next to her.

Draco knew this was his mother immediately; they shared too many of the same characteristics not to be. He stood slowly as the woman, Narcissa he remembered her name was, walked slowly towards him. The expression on his mother's face was one of pure joy and relief.

When she reached Draco Narcissa crushed him into to her arms and held him tight. The younger blonde felt the tears come again and he let them fall unchecked; his mother had found him, someone did love him enough to look for him. They stood like that for a little while, both crying and holding tightly to each other.

Soon they broke away and wiped their swollen eyes and turned to the rest of the occupants in the room. Draco placed a hand in his mother's, taking courage and strength from her presence and asked the questions that had been burning in his mind since he had seen Lord Potter's and Healer Grangers response to the description Alice provided of his abductors.

"Why did you both react so badly when Alice said that one of the men who took me had red hair and the other man had brown with an Irish accent? Do you know these people? Were you in on their plan to kidnap me and sell me into slavery; where I had my virginity and innocence forcefully ripped from me?"

"Were you in on the sadistic plan to humiliate me? Tell me the truth!" By the time he was done asking his questions Draco was screaming at the two people on the sofa. His mother wrapped him in a tight hug and combed her long fingers through his hair soothingly.

Alice was in tears after Draco's emotional questions but she too was curious as to what the Lord and Healer would say. Both people on the sofa looked uncomfortable but it looked like Lord Potter was going to speak and answer Draco's questions.

"Several Aurors were suspended recently due to their negligence. When your mother went to the Aurors for help in locating you they brushed her off and violated their Oath of Office. The Minister ordered all of them suspended for a month without pay. The Head Auror wrote down the names of those who ignored your mother and gave them to Minister Shacklebolt."

"The Minister in turn gave them to me; friends of ours were listed, Ronald Weasely and Seamus Finnegan, but I can assure you if they had anything to do with this my friendship with them will not save them. I have sworn a vow to make the ones who did this to you suffer through hell and I will not go back on my word."

"Draco we never saw eye to eye on a lot of things during school but when you were acquitted and began to change I liked the person you were becoming. That someone was cruel enough to do what they did to you; I shudder to think what else they are capable of. They need to be arrested and punished to the full extent of our laws."

Draco didn't know why but he believed Lord Potter's words; "Thank you Lord Potter. It means a lot to know you're on my side. That you helped my mother find me; I'm forever in your debt." Draco bowed to Lord Potter conveying his honest gratitude.

The Potter Lord just smiled at him. Draco thought he looked even more handsome than before and the raven really should smile more often, it suited him better than the serious expression he wore for most of their meeting.

Draco felt his mother shift and she spoke lowly; "Come Draco let's get you out of here. I'm sure you would be more comfortable at home." Before Draco could take a step Healer Granger spoke; "Mrs. Malfoy, Draco has to go to St. Mungo's to see a Mind Healer to get the memory block removed."

Unfortunately, the longer it is allowed to stay in effect the harder it will be to remove and we risk Draco suffering from permanent loss of some of his memories." Narcissa nodded, her hand still clasped with Draco's, and told the room's occupants that she would be apparating Draco to St. Mungo's.

Draco remembered something important and before they disapparated he turned and asked Alice to bring his wand with her so he could have it back. Alice nodded a small smile on her face. Draco snuggled into his mother's body as she turned and with a crack they were gone.

Well dear readers I hope you enjoyed this lovely plot filled chapter!

More Drama To Come!

All Mistakes Are My Own!