Chapter One

The white corridors were silent, as nurses walked between rooms. Through an open door to the right a yell suddenly broke the quiet, as a tall blonde man approached. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DIDN'T WORK!" Pansy screeched. "I'M HIS TRUE LOVE! I JOINED THE DARK LORD FOR HIM, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I'M NOT HIS TRUE LOVE!"

Lucius Malfoy entered the room. "Miss Parkinson, if you would kindly lower your voice and stop screeching at my catatonic son, I would greatly appreciate it!"

The black haired woman turned sharply to glare at the Malfoy patriarch who was standing near the doorway. "This atrocious woman just told me that my Draco has been drugged with the Evermore potion! She lied to me! I'm his true love! He would have woken up if it were the Evermore Potion!"

"Healer Kaylee did not lie to you, you abominable harpy! If he didn't wake up when you forced your self-manufactured pair of fish lips then you are not, nor will you ever be his true love. Remove yourself from my presence before I withdraw my letter of recommendation to Mr. Gerald Burton."

Blue eyes watered, and hand covering her 'fish lips', she ran from the room, leaving only Lucius, Draco, and the healer. "Would it be wrong for me to thank you for that Mr. Malfoy?"

He gave a tight smile to the healer. "Not at all Healer Kaylee. That gold digging tramp has been hanging around my son since he started school." His normally cold grey eyes fell on the motionless figure that lay in the bed. "How is he doing today?"

She hesitated, and when he looked at her the pain in his eyes made her be completely honest. "Despite the potions that we're giving him, and the charms we've placed on his body, his condition is severely declining. It's been seven months, and if his 'true love' doesn't come out of the woodwork soon, then I'm sorry to tell you that there is little to no hope in your son surviving. I know that after the loss of your wife this is hard on you, but we-."

Lucius's eyes hardened like steel. "My son will not die! So there is no need for the attempt of getting me to speak to a grief counselor."

Healer Kaylee lowered her head, "my apologies sir." She whispered as she exited the room.

Lucius made his way towards the bed, and had just picked up a lukewarm hand when the door opened again. "I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody would be in here." A quiet voice said, and he turned to find Hermione Granger standing in the doorway.

Subconsciously his lip curled into a sneer. "Another female with the hopes of being my son's true love? Your claim is more laughable than Parkinson's flaccid attempt at getting my son."

Despite the cruelty of his words she didn't seem at all affected. She wrung her hands together for a few seconds before seeming to gain the courage for what she had come to say. "I don't know if you know this or not, but your son is gay. He never has, nor will he ever love a woman the way that he loves… well his true love is Harry Potter sir."

Lucius took a moment to ponder this information. "I don't know where you get your-."

"Draco and Harry dated for nearly a year, Ron and I went on double dates with them quite often, or they came over to our flat for dinner. I have never seen anybody look at someone like Draco looks at Harry, or vice versa."

"Then where is the Savior if not at my son's bedside?" He asked, voice harsh and disbelieving.

"About nine months ago they had a huge fight, and nobody has seen Harry since then. We have been able to keep it quiet, since he is Harry Potter, but he disappeared."

"Then how would you know they had a fight?"

"Because one night Draco came over without being invited, and demanded to know where Harry was. We asked why he wasn't with him, and he informed us of the fight."


"Table fifteen's ready Jay!" A voice yelled from the back, and a black haired man moved to the window and grabbed the five plates, balancing on his arms and hands to carry them to the table. Emerald eyes shone as his lips smiled at the groups of people scattered throughout the pub.

"Here you go!" Jay Parker said cheerfully as he sat down plates in front of the people who ordered them. "Is there anything else that I can help you with?" He asked as he heard the door open again.

The biggest guy at the table shook his head, "We'll be fine."

"Enjoy your meal." He told the group of college students, and turned to greet the person who entered the door. "Welcome to the Pub! My name is Jay, how can I help you?"

The tall blonde haired man stared at him. "I believe you and I need to have a talk."

Jay just raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry sir, but you've caught me in the middle of a rush and if you're searching for any kind of conversation that consists of more than 'how does everything taste' then I'll need you to have a seat until it calms down."

The blonde sat down at a small booth near the door, and Jay quickly got back to work. Thirty minutes later Steven pulled him aside. "Jay, what's with the guy at the door? He hasn't ordered anything, and he's been staring at you."

Jay looked between him and the blonde. "I don't know. He just came in and said that he and I need to have a talk, and I told him he'd have to wait until the rush was over."

The manager nodded. "As understandable as that is, Lydia will go on the floor long enough for you to figure out what he wants."

Jay nodded before pouring two glasses of tea and walking over to sit down next to him. "What can I do for you Mr…" He trailed of, leaving space for the mysterious man to say his name.

"Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy. I need your help Mr. Potter."

"I'm sorry sir, but my name is Jay Parker."

Lucius slid a picture across the table that had been given to him by Miss Granger. "The blonde is my son Draco. The other man is Harry James Potter, who disappeared a year ago after arguing with his boyfriend, Draco. Ten Months ago Draco slipped into a coma and I need your help to wake him up Harry."

Jay glanced at the picture before pushing it back to him. "I admit that I look like the guy in the picture Mr. Malfoy, but my name isn't Harry Potter."

Just as Lucius was about to say something else Steven, who saw that his best waiter was getting aggravated, yelled out, "breaks over Jay! Get to work."

Jay picked up his and Lucius's untouched cups and stood. "It was nice meeting you, but I have to get to work. Have a nice day."

After spending the rest of his shift thinking about how familiar the name Harry Potter sounded, and how similar Lucius Malfoy looks to the man he dreams about at night, Jay hung up his apron and began the walk to his house. He sensed the blonde man following him, so when he made it home he didn't even shut the door behind him, hardly resisting the urge to jump when the door shut. "Mr. Pot-."

"I am not Harry Potter."

"Mr. Parker then, if you are sure that you are not the man I'm looking for, then can you tell me where you were a year ago?"

Jay turned to the man. "A year ago I was lying in a hospital bed with no memories. The man who found me told me that I was hit by a car, and was lucky to be alive."

"Do you remember anything?" Lucius asked, feeling more and more shocked as each new piece of information was revealed.

Jay sat down on one of the couches. "The only things that I remembered when I woke up wer that I'm gay, I hate Halloween, and I dream about a man with short blonde hair whose name I can't remember. He kind of looked like you, and I feel, as if he was very important to me, but at the same time, thinking about him makes me feel extremely sad, so I've always assumed that he was my lover, who died."

"Do you believe in magic Jay?"

"I don't know."

"Can I bring some of Harry's friends over, because they could help you remember."

"I work the rest of his week, so unless you want to do it during the night, after work then I won't be able to meet them until the weekend. At a public place of my choosing."

The cold man chuckled. "Do I make you nervous Mr. Parker?"

"The only thing that makes me nervous is the fact that you look so much like the person that I dream about, and I know that he and I were very close. I just don't know if I should trust you just because you look like him."

"Would you like to meet the man you dream about? I can arrange for the hospital to allow us to see him."

Jay nodded. "We will walk there, I won't get into a car. If you come tomorrow morning about quarter of nine I will be ready. I just have to be back before noon for my job."

Lucius nodded and stood to see himself out before turning and asking. "What happened to your glasses?"

Jay raised an eyebrow. "I was found with a pair of frames that were snapped to pieces, so I got contacts."