Sirius was at James and Lily's house, cleaning up from the celebration of Harry's graduation; without Harry. The boy had sent a letter saying that he wouldn't make it to the party that was being thrown in his honor. Lily was a wreck, having spent the entire day slaving away in the kitchen.

"Dad!" Teddy said, hitting Sirius on the legs.

"Hey kiddo, it's time for your bedtime." He walked upstairs with the toddler in his arms. He tucked the boy in and was on his way back to the living room when he heard a commotion at the front door. James and Lily were in the back yard cleaning up the tables, so they likely hadn't heard the noise. He opened the door to see Harry struggling to find the key to unlock the door, seeming to forget that he could spell it open. "Hello, Harry."

"Sirius." He slurred.

"Drunk again?"

"No." Harry denied.

"Don't you lie to me. Do you have any idea how much you hurt your mother?"

"I don't care." Harry said, trying and failing to push past Sirius.

"Harry!" Maria shouted, bounding to her older brother. "I missed you! How was your day? Mom and Dad are worried about you. Mom was crying earlier."

Harry hugged the girl, seeming to immediately sober up, though his pupils were dilated. "I had a good day, sister. How 'bout yourself?" Harry glared at Sirius and walked with the girl upstairs. "It's about your bedtime, isn't it?"

"Will you read me a story?"

Harry laughed, though it didn't sound like a laugh. It sounded very sad, almost like he was dying. "Sure, sister."

...

"I failed him, Remus."

"You didn't. None of us knew what to do. By the time we realized he had a problem, it was too late. He was already too far gone for any of us to be able to do anything. This isn't your fault. It's his. He's the one who left us, and he's the one who refused to get help."

"But I was right there, Moony. I was right there and I watched him come to class with a hangover. I watched him when he could have been helped. And now, eight years later, he's dying in a muggle hospital because..."

"He's not in here because of the drugs and alcohol, Sirius."

Sirius shook his head. "I can't stay in here." Sirius said, walking out of the stall.

...

That night found Lily Potter preparing a traditional English meal for dinner.

"So what, we're just going to break the statute of secrecy?" Sirius asked.

Before James could answer, the doorbell sounded. "I'll get it."

Lily fussed with the pots and pans. "Do you know how long it has been since I have cooked without magic?"

"Too long." Remus laughed, helping her by setting the table.

"Ron and Hermione have yet to arrive, I believe they are on their way." James said, and immediately after the doorbell sounded again, signaling Ron and Hermione's muggle entrance. "Speak of the devil."

"Hello." Draco nodded, slipping his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Of course not! Please, sit. Would you like anything to drink?"

"Do you have coffee?"

"Yes! Sirius, will you please make some coffee?"

Sirius widened his eyes. He didn't know how to make coffee the muggle way. "Lily, I'd much rather continue setting the table."

Lily realized what he was doing and handed him the stack of plates that she was working on. "Remus, please correct his mistakes."

...

Draco sat in shock. Magic? Who the hell did these people think they were? Who did they think he was? "You're insane."

"No, let me show you." James said. Since he was an auror, he was able to get special permission to perform magic in front of the young muggle. He quickly turned a glass into a mouse and back.

"Nice, James. That looked just like Peter."

"Where is Peter?" Ron asked.

"He's in the States for something or other." Lily answered.

"I'm sorry, I think I'm seeing things." Draco interrupted.

"No, you're not, son." James said, delving into an explanation of the magical world, and Harry's history at Hogwarts.

Draco just stared. This explained so much, from the little knowledge Harry held about everyday life and how the house was always so clean. "He uses cleaning charms!" Draco exclaimed.

"What?"

"Our house, it's always so clean! I'll be gone for ten minutes and return and the house is spotless, when it was a disaster from Scorpius and his friends!"

"Harry was always really lazy." Hermione laughed.

"Draco, we know this is a lot to take in, but we have a request of you." Lily said.

Draco suddenly steeled his features, "Yes?"

"We have a technique to view memories...We were wondering if you could show us...Memories of Harry from the past eight years."

Draco turned his nose up. "Why?"

"We haven't seen him in so long. We would like to see what he was like."

"You mean when he was clean?"

"That too." Hermione said. "He has been using something or other since he was fifteen. It started out with potions, and escalated to alcohol. By our seventh year, he was involved in muggle drugs. He overdosed soon after he turned 18, and we haven't seen him since."

Draco considered for a moment how he would feel to lose out on eight years of Scorpius's life, of Pansy and Blaise's life. "What do you want to see?"

...

"I stick my head in there?" Draco asked warily, looking at the thing called a Pensieve in front of him.

"Yes." The wizards in the room said simultaneously.

"And then we'll see my memories?"

"Yes." They said again.

"We'll follow after you." Lily smiled.

Draco put both of his hands on either side of the porcelain bowl in front of him, nervous that he was going to be made a fool of. James turned a glass into a mouse, this is real, he thought to himself.

He took a breath and stuck his head into the bowl, and suddenly he was falling. He was falling and falling and there was grey mist surrounding him. He stopped suddenly, falling on his buttocks. He stood and righted himself, dusting off his pants and noticing the others around him. The grey mist turned into vibrant colors, the vibrant colors of his Alma Mater.

"Where is this?" James asked.

"It looks like Hogwarts." Ron said.

"It's the college I attended for my undergrad. The University of Oxford. It's where I met Harry."

He looked around. He remembered this day. "This was the day Harry and I met."

The party of seven watched as memory Draco walked along the side walk, staring at the palm pilot in his hands.

"What do you mean, you failed math, Pansy?"

"I mean I failed Math, Draco."

"How did you get into-Oof!" Memory Draco was suddenly on his buttocks, his books scattered around him. "Excuse you!" He said angrily.

Memory Harry had a look of horror on his face "I'm so sorry!" He rushed to help Draco up and pick up the fallen books. Pansy was laughing at Draco.

"His skin has color." Lily stated.

"Harry had stopped using cocaine at this point. He was still drinking too much, but I think he recognized the risk of the heavy drug. At least he had for a couple months before I met him."

"You will do well to watch where you are going." Memory Draco said snootily.

Memory Harry had a horrified look on his skinny face. "Oh, give the boy a break. We were first years once too, remember?" Pansy said.

The memory around them suddenly started to shift from vibrant back to grey, shifting into a club scene. There were lights flashing, and music was blaring. Memory Draco stood awkwardly at the bar of the club, watching his two friends dance together in disgusting ways. He rolled his eyes, turning around to people watch.

"I remember you!" Memory Harry shouted at memory Draco over the music. "I ran into you and knocked you over last week! You're really cute!"

Memory Draco preened, dusting nothing off of his shoulder "I remember you, as well!" He shouted.

Harry approached Draco, and Draco got a good look at the other man's face. His pupils were dilated and his breath smelt strongly of tequila. "Would you like to go back to my flat?"

"I am not going back to your flat. I don't even know your name."

"Harry Potter!"

The memory shifted again, this time it was of Harry and Draco. They were in Harry's rundown flat, heavily making out on the couch. "My bedroom is that way."

Lily covered her mouth, and James shook his head. Remus and Sirius were awkwardly standing, but Ron and Hermione had lived with Harry for seven years. They had seen him make out with different people plenty of times.

Memory Draco suddenly stopped what he was doing. "How drunk are you?"

"Pretty drunk. I took some ecstasy, too." Memory Draco suddenly stood up.

"I'm not having sex with you. You are clearly not in your right mind. Let me show you to your bed, and I'll be on my way."

Harry groaned. "You're the first one to turn me down."

"Sounds like you've met some pretty sleazy and desperate people, to have sex with someone who can't consent."

Harry pouted as Draco led him into the bedroom. Harry collapsed on the bed, nearly passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Draco sighed. He was horny and he couldn't even get off tonight. He started to walk out of the room when Harry stopped him. "Please don't go. 'Don wanna be 'lone."

Memory Draco sighed.