It's over, they won. Harry had come back from the dead, defeated Voldemort and his followers and all is good now. Isn't it? Harry snapped the Wand in his Hands into two before throwing the broken pieces away from him. He turned to look at his Friends who started to work through the chaos left behind. Bringing the injured to the makeshift medical tents, starting to clear away rubble and most of all retrieve the ones who didn't make it. Harry couldn't bear to look at it for long. He collapsed into himself, his back to the stones of the bridge. Hermione and Ron had taken off after making sure he was unharmed, well in not initiating danger before helping everyone else. He was kinda glad he was left alone, he couldn't bear their worried glances or how they would end up fretting over him. He was glad to have at least some quiet for now. He pulled his legs up to his body so he could rest his head upon his knees. He knew he wouldn't find a pretty picture when he returned to the Castle, walking around it , but it's something that has to be done. And to which he needed time to mentally prepare for.
After a while, as everything calmed down more and more, Harry stood up. He looked around for one more moment before he made his way to the castle. He felt as if he was walking into the forest again, just less deadly. He didn't falter in his step as he moved slowly but confidently through the broken Castle. He felt the eyes of everyone else he passed linger on him as he made his way to the great Hall. The flickering torches around the room bringing a warm light to it. For a moment he made Eye contact with his Friends, but shook his head as they made the move to walk to him. He let his eyes roam around, at each family and each fallen Friend. As he moved again. He stopped at each and everyone, paying his respect to the fallen. But as he reached the Weasley's and then even seeing Remus and Tonks he couldn't take it anymore. Instead of breaking down right then and there, he walked out. For a moment his steps were light and calculated, but before he could register it himself he started running. Tears gathered in his eyes and as soon as he tried to blink them away, he cried. He didn't know where he was running to but he just couldn't stop it. Everything he had gone through, everything and everyone he had lost, it all was crashing down on him. The relief of it being finally over was washed away by the tragedy his life has become, the blood felt heavy on his hands. And even if nobody was blaming him, he blamed himself. He choked on a silent sob as he made his way through the castle.
After running for what felt like forever, he managed to bring his body to a stop. He had found himself at the now broken and destroyed Quidditch Field. And as soon as he was standing in the middle of it, he collapsed into the ground again. His knees hit the ground hard, but he didn't care. He was exhausted and tired of it all. He wiped angrily at his eyes, trying to calm down again. He watched the sky, as the clouds moved ever so slowly across, and realised how utterly empty he felt. Did he have plans for his future? Were there even any left after he had willingly walked to his second death? He wasn't sure anymore. But what he knew was that he didn't wanna be here anymore. Hours had gone by before he had the strength to get up again. He looked around the Field again, as if he was silently saying goodbye before making his way back. He walked through the castle again, taking a detour here and there before he found his way back to everyone. He was instantly tackled by his Friends and almost crushed in a tight hug, but Harry felt nothing. He didn't even really hug back, too much being on his mind.
The next few weeks were devastating. Besides the funerals to honour the fallen and all the trials going on, Harry hadn't exactly time to work through anything else. He had of course attended every funeral, even spoke out for Draco and his Mother at their Trials. Which ended in Lucius being sentenced to Azkaban, while Narcissa and Draco were able to walk free, due to their assistance to Harry. Though Harry felt relieved for them and even exchanged a few words, while also returning Draco's wand, he couldn't help but wonder. How would his life have turned out if he had indeed befriended Draco? Would have anything changed? Not trying to think too hard on it, Harry took his next free hours to get most of his affairs in order. Though he did start to distance himself from everyone. Luckily most of them understood that he needed time. Unlucky for them, they didn't know how much Harry needed the distance. Harry had taken himself back to Grimmauld Place, where he changed the Charms and Protective Ward before he sat down and wrote some Letters.
Days later a snow-white Owl appeared at the Weasley's household holding a rather lengthy letter explaining how Harry felt, how he didn't quite know what he should do with his life, but that he also needed space, distance even. He explained how he fixed up the Grimmauld and that he changed the wards so nobody would be allowed in, if he would return, he would love to find it the way he left it. Following everything else he apologised for the more then less Grim Letter and his sudden departure. In his apologies he listed whatever was going through his mind at the moment. Apologising for the deaths, how he should have tried more, be better. He had also attached a small check for them to use as they pleased. Ending the Letter with how he doesn't want to be found and that they better not try to find him as it will be impossible.
Other letters that were sent out arrived shortly after, most of them for his Friends and important People in his Life. Ron and Hermione each got one explaining how he felt and what he would have changed giving the chance. Neville and Luna each got a little thank you letter, where he explained how lucky he felt being able to know them, even Draco received a Letter, though nobody was really sure what it had contained. Hagrid and McGonagall were the last few to receive one, telling them how glad Harry was to have had them in his life, how much he had learned from them, and that he was kind of sad leaving it all behind. But every letter contained one line nobody would forget. ‘I am no Saviour as I was pushed into that role. But I do know I am Harry Potter and I love you all. Please refrain from searching for me, as I don't want to be found. Keep your heads up, maybe we will see each other again in the far Future. Until then Goodbye’
True to his words, Harry couldn't be found. Even as search parties were formed, less to the wishes of said Teen. Days went by and turned into Weeks, then to Months but nobody was able to even locate the Boy who lived,- twice. Not even the smallest trace could be gathered. Soon enough the News leaked outside and into the Wizarding World, though no amount of News coverage was able to bring light to the mystery. As much as they tried, life had to go on. The Students of Hogwarts returned to their studies, while the ones of the seventh year, came back as an official eighth year, much to McGonagall's efforts. Many students returned for the chance to officially graduate but because Hogwarts was still being renovated and of lack of space in their own Houses, the eight year was relocated into the east Tower, where all the students would be living together as a new united front. They still attended Classes in their representing House, with a new schedule of course. Besides their regular curriculum and the N.E.W.T to be taken, they could also take new subjects for the returning year. Through the new mixed eight years quarters, new friendships were formed. Topics of the War, the uncertainty in the future and even of Harry himself made its way through the school.
Years went by, where everyone found their own way in the Wizarding works. Many had started working in the ministry, breaking away from old traditions and bringing new light into their Politics. Hermione and Ron continued dating and even planned to Marry one day. Ginny was now professionally playing Quidditch while Luna had started to care and help magical creatures all over London. Neville had gone into the Medical Field, practicing Herbology and even planning on teaching it one day. Drago and his Friends had also started to work in the Ministry, having formed a quite surprising Friendship with them all during the eighth year at Hogwarts. The topic of Harry and the War itself brought them all closer. Even as their life went on, it couldn't be helped to think about Harry and Joe he was doing once in a while. After they all received the letters, nothing was ever heard from the Golden Boy again.
Ten years after the war, the group decided to celebrate a little reunion. Somewhere away from England where they could relax and not be called back into duty right away. Sadly not everyone could attend for various reasons. Ginny had a match the weekend and couldn't really miss it, therefore Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, Pansy , Blaise and Draco met up in a Muggle Bar in America. Draco being the first to arrive. It was a medium sized establishment, which was cozy enough to meet up, but also had enough room for an actual life band to be able to play in it. Sitting down at their reserved table he ordered himself a whiskey to wait for the others. As he waited for his Friends and his Whiskey to arrive, he let his eyes roam around. The Bar seemed rather packed for the Day. Probably because of the so-called Black Stag playing tonight. He had seen some of their posters hanging around, but didn't give them much thought. As his eyes roamed through the crows and into the bar he couldn't help but notice a young man sitting at the corner, the messy black hair was familiar enough for Draco to lean a bit forward in his seat. He could only see the back of the stranger's head but he couldn't help but feel a familiar sting at the sight.
But before Draco could even think of walking up to the Bar, his thoughts were interrupted by the waiter putting his drink in front of him. He nodded in thanks before the waiter walked away again. Even as everyone else arrived, Draco couldn't help but glance at the Bar from time to time. Pansy and Blaise were the first to arrive, sitting down besides Draco. A few minutes later the other four arrived, excusing themselves for getting there so late, even though they were about five minutes early. The waiter returned to take their order of drinks and even recommended some of the food which was eagerly agreed upon. As they waited for the Drinks and snacks, Draco kept staring at the Bar, which went so far that even the others noticed. “What are you staring at?” asked Blaise who grinned at Draco, trying to lean onto him to see where he was looking. “The Lad at the Bar, you see the messy black hair?” He asked before subtly pointing to him. “I don't know but something feels familiar about him.” he shrugged. Before anyone could look over, their order was put onto the table. Distracted everyone enough for the stranger to walk away from the Bar.
The Group started to talk, mostly about work and whatever idiotic incidents have happened. Slowly the topic shifted back to their Hogwarts years, what they did. Who they annoyed or who annoyed them. Soon enough they talked about the teachers again. The good and bad memories they shared. Though it got a bit somber as some of them either retired or were killed at the war. They shared a shot for the fallen, but it was clear they all avoided one topic in particular. It has been ten years but it still left a hole nobody was able to fill. Suddenly the lights dimmed slightly, the music that was quietly playing was paused for a moment as a voice announced that a soundcheck would be happening soon. As the main event would begin shortly after. The group looked to the stage and saw the band talking with each other for a moment, probably talking about last minute changes while tuning their instruments one last time. Draco's eyes fell back onto that messy jet black hair, once again he could only see the back of the head. The Table followed Draco's gaze to the little stage. A collective gasp went around the table as the lead singer turned around laughing, probably at something his band mates said. The messy hair was slightly styled in the front, parting the bangs enough to show a scar across the forehead, down at the right side of the face.
“Is that” Hermione started, staring with wide eyes to the stage “Harry?” finished Ron, equally shocked. Luna, who hadn't really looked up at all, as she was preoccupied looking at her drink, finally lifted her gaze, confused as she followed where everyone was looking. “Oh look it's Harry on the stage” she said quietly before looking at Neville. “Didn't think he would be here” she added before bringing her attention back to her drink, snatching a peanut from the little bowl in the middle of the table. Pansy and Blaise looked at Draco before they did a double take to the Stage. “Well, now we know why he felt so familiar. Do you think we should talk to him?” Hermione was already putting a Hand on Ron's shoulder, as he probably had tried to stand up and storm to the stage himself. “I think we shouldn't make a scene. Maybe we could go to him, when he's less… occupied?” She answered, while glancing at Ron and then back to the Stage.
Meanwhile at the stage the microphone was finally brought up and set up. Harry stood before it, starting the sound check. “Test, Test, Testing. One to Two to Three. How are we? Good Bad? Horrible?" Harry laughed lightly into the Microphone as he talked with the technician before being given the green light. Harry breathed out a gentle "Alrighty then" as a smile formed on his lips. With empathy in his voice, he addressed the crowd, “Good evening everyone! I apologise for interrupting your lovely night with my Voice but I am happy to announce that the music will now return, don't mind us. Black Stag reports for duty!” The Bar erupted in applause which made Harry smile slightly, he still hadn't noticed the Table holding his past life. “The first Song isn't one of ours but I hope you all will enjoy it. Now presenting Wish You The Best by Rain City Drive, Covered by us truly. ” Harry started to sing quietly as the Band slowly joined in, the bar going quiet again.
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
When I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
Green eyes are gone
Can't fall asleep
I'm moving on with what's left of me
I'm waking up
From this fever dream
Harry poured his soul into each note, his voice rising and falling with an intensity that left the audience breathless. Draco watched Harry carefully. He couldn't help but feel like Harry was singing about his past feelings, not something he might have experienced the years he went missing from the wizarding world.
We, we watered the flowers with gasoline
Now, now everything's dying in front of me
I, I fell in the fire
I love you but I'll never say so
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
And when I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
I only wish you the best
Blurt it out like a curse
Yeah, I'm still so obsessed
Over this four letter word
And I know I'll never forgive you
But don't wanna forget
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
And when I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
I only wish you the best
Hold on to lust
Hold on in vain
Pictures of us
Keep me in pain
I'll turn to rust
If you let me stand inside your rain
The instruments were shimmering under the soft glow of the spotlights, Harry had taken the Microphone into his hand as he moved around now. The way he was singing the lyrics spoke of some kind of heartbreak, loss, and resilience, drawing the audience into a world of raw vulnerability and redemption.
But we watered the flowers with gasoline
Now, now everything's dying in front of me
I, I fell in the fire
I love you but I'll never say so
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
And when I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
I only wish you the best
Blurt it out like a curse
Yeah, I'm still so obsessed
Over this four letter word
And I know I'll never forgive you
But don't wanna forget
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
And when I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
I only wish you the best
The band played with fierce intensity, their music weaving a tapestry of tangled emotions that captivated everyone in the room. Hermione was the first to look away, feeling a bit awkward. “I didn't know he could sing. I only ever heard him humming some melodies once in a while” she admitted. Ron nodded. “I can’t help but wonder what his original songs will sound like if this is only a Cover version of another Artist” he murmured, as the others nodded in agreement.
Wish you the best
Wish you the best
Wish you the best
I only wish you the best
I only wish you the best
Even though you're the worst
And when I'm feeling depressed
I miss the way that it hurts
I only wish you the best
As the final chords of the song echoed through the bar, a hush fell over the audience. Harry's voice lingered in the air. For a brief moment it went silent before the crowd cheered quietly. The guitarist took the moment to play a slow solo so Harry had time to drink out of his water bottle, a smile gracing his lips. Without further delay the next song was played. Their music weaves through the crowd like magic. Harry’s voice filled the room, drawing listeners in with tales of heartbreak and hope.The melodies danced above the steady rhythm of Bass, creating a beautifully haunting sound. With every Song the Bar seemed to get more lifely, bringing a whole new energy to the establishment. The Black Stag performed with minimalistic breaks in between. As they reached the climax of their set, the band launched into a new song they had been working on for weeks. The music was raw and intense, each note a burst of emotion that seemed to electrify the air. Harry's voice cracked with raw vulnerability, as memories of old days seemed to haunt him to this Day. Still Harry hadn't noticed his old Friends, but who could blame him as he was immersed in his performance. His Voice took a deep dive and his Eyes showed a Storm brewing in his soul. Without his glasses the green of his eyes almost shone in the bright light of the stage. When the final chord rang out, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing off the walls of the bar. The Black Stag stood on stage, their chests heaving, faces flushed red with the thrill of the performance. With a swift bow Harry smiled brightly, grabbing at his bottle before downing the rest of the liquid in it. The Microphone was put back before he spoke rather softly into it. “I’m glad you all enjoyed our little show. Thanks for showing us your support and a huge thanks to our Host’s of the Enchanted Lounge! Enjoy the rest of the Night! Cheers” Harry called out before the regular Playlist was resuming, bringing the Bar back to a casual ambiance. The Microphone was disconnected and packed away as the Stage was quietly cleared. Harry excused himself and walked outside.
For a moment the Table was silent, they had all enjoyed the show, even had to order some more drinks as they had quietly talked among themselves about the Band. Harry had looked healthier, a bit more tanned even. His eyes and the scar on his forehead were the giveaway though. Luna even noticed that he still had the scarring on his Hand from the detention with the pink Toad. Everyone had shuddered thinking back to her. They were happy that Harry seemed to enjoy himself but they couldn't help but wonder if he was hiding here all the time. Why he had left and why he never bothered to write them again. Not wanting to follow him together, as if it would raise suspicion and probably alert the bar that they might try to leave without paying. Draco was chosen to go and try to talk to Potter. He wasn't exactly happy about the decision but it was decided by the majority. Neville might be too awkward to talk to Harry, Luna might just chat away, which wouldn't bring any answers. Hermione and Ron would have loved to go talk to him but they feared it would scare Harry and maybe just bring trauma back. Ron especially didn't look Happy to realise that Harry was hiding for the past years. So it was Draco who was now walking outside.
It was still rather warm outside, which wasn't atypical for the time of the year, still Draco was grateful as it was rather late already. It wasn't hard to find the Boy who lived-twice, as nobody else was outside at that moment, as they probably enjoyed their time inside. Harry had walked a bit farther into the parking lot, seemingly rummaging in his pockets. As Draco approached he could see that it was a cigarette package, where Harry was now finishing one out for himself. But instead of getting a lighter out for it, Potter lit it up with a silent spell. Draco would shake his head in disbelief if he wasn't concentrating on what he should say to the Idiot in front of him.
“Fancy seeing you here, Potter” he decided to say as he stood a few meters away from Harry. He could see how he tensed in response, turning ever so slowly to Draco. For a moment neither of them said anything, before Harry slowly exhaled the smoke. “Malfoy” he answered then but didn't say anything else for a moment, looking more uncomfortable than anything else. “Long time no see” He decided to say with an uncomfortable smile to which Draco had to chuckle. “Indeed” Draco breathed out, smiling to himself. “Over ten years, to be precise” he decided to add “I would ask how you been, but you're looking healthier than ever, so I can imagine the answer”
Harry chuckled nervously as he continued his smoke “Yeah, guess so” Harry answered before clearing his throat. “I'm sorry” he said as he flicked his tongue over his lower lip, wanting to say more before being interrupted by Draco “You know I'm not the one needing to hear that, right? Your letter explained enough for me as is. We weren't really friends after all” he shrugged, flicking his eyes over Harry, who shuddered slightly under the attention. “I might even be one who could fully understand your decision back then” he grinned. “But I can also see that you couldn't fully let go of your past after all” he said as he gestured to Harry's Arm, which was adorned with multiple tattoos. He couldn't make out every detail, as the street lamp around them didn't exactly have much light to work with, but he could see a snitch amongst the ink. Harry chuckled dryly as he put out his cigarette before running his hand over his inked arm. “I don't want to forget of course, but I needed something to work through everything, like I wrote. I needed time and also space” he looked to the sky, as if he wanted to count the stars “I also didn't want to burden anyone else with the fucked up mess inside my head. Music helped me a bunch.” He looked back to Draco “I wanted to write, you know. But I always ended up throwing whatever I wrote in the trash. And just coming back to it all without warning didn't seem fair to any of you” he breathed out. "Anyway. What are you even doing here? In a Muggle Bar nonetheless?” Harry asked curiously.
“Well, we decided to throw a little reunion after ten years. Not that you would have any knowledge of that as you disappeared before McGonagall could finalise the eighth year for us” Draco shrugged “She was probably glad though, that you couldn't be on her nerves for another year” he grinned but as soon as he saw how guilty Harry looked he dropped it. Harry took a moment to look back at Draco, “We?” he then asked, confused to which Draco raised an eyebrow. “Bloody Hell Potter, you really didn't notice any of us. Did you? Yes We, like Granger, Weasley, Longbottom, Lovegood, Zabini and Parkinson. Others couldn't really make it, but maybe you would have noticed us then” for a moment Draco locked smug again. But Harry went pale. “Potter? For the life of Merlin, don't tell me you're bloody nervous they saw you as well?” Harry shook his head, but Draco wasn't fooled. He took a step forward. “Harry, look at me” he demanded to which Harry obliged “They were as shocked to see you standing there, as you are realising that we are here. But I don't think any of them blames you one bit for your little runaway action. You wrote us letters, you clarified your decision. Don't you dare think of us negatively, you hear me? Be glad Hermione stopped the Weasel from storming to the Stage” he grinned. “I bet he would've made a fool out himself, like every time.” Draco added before shrugging. “So how about you come on in, say Hi, maybe drink something with us and then get back to your other friends? If you don't want to. I'll tell the others your reason and we can forget about it” he suggested.
Harry nodded. “Guess it would be fair to at least acknowledge you guys. I'm slightly curious how you've been after all” he admitted with a blush. “We, as in our Band, were also thinking of touring in Europe soon as well, so I'm kinda glad this is happening right now. Might make it easier in the long run.” He added as he shook his head. For a moment time stood still as they both looked at each other. Draco was the first to move again, gesturing to Harry to follow him. Seeing the hesitation on his Face, Draco couldn't help but chuckle again “What's wrong?” he asked before mockingly adding "Scared Potter?” Harry had to laugh at that, answering with a confident “You wish” before he followed Draco back inside.
Harry felt awkward as he walked up with Draco, who pulled his chair back to sit down again. Now standing before the Table he could feel the eyes on him. But before he could say anything, Luna looked up and smiled at him “Hello Harry, nice to see you again.” Harry chuckled nervously but smiled back. “Hello Luna.”
Before Harry could say something, the Guitarist from earlier walked up to Harry and sling an arm around his shoulder “Harry-Berry, you took forever” he grinned before Harry just pushed his Face away from him, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Tyler, I told you not to call me that!” he wanted to shove the other away, but laughter around the table brought his attention back to his Friends. “Harry-Berry, why didn't we ever have such ridiculous nicknames?” asked Ron while Hermione hid her grin behind her drink. Tyler got a small sparkle in his eyes as he looked snuggly at Harry. “You must be some of Harry's Friends from overseas” he said as he looked around the table before slapping Harry on the back “Or Boy here had talked so much about you guys, you don't even know it” he giggled as he locked eyes with Draco “ Mostly about you!” He said as he pointed at him, but before he could open his mouth again, Harry slapped his hand over it. “Dude shut up!” He said as his face became crimson. Tyler, in retaliation, licked at his palm to which Harry spluttered a curse before he let go of Tyler. He rubbed his hand over Tyler's shirt “God that's so disgusting” he said but had to laugh before shoving the other away again. “I'll catch up to you later, so go bother someone else for now” he said but Tyler just stuck out his tongue. “Don't bother, sit down and catch up with your Friends. Just text me later, Lover Boy.”
And with that awkward interaction Tyler left again. Harry pushed his hand through his Hair as he groaned mumbling “Idiot” to himself before glancing back at the group, which was grinning up at him. He pulled a free chair from another table before sitting down between Neville and Ron. "I'm Sorry" he repeated to the Table, but before he could elaborate Ron had punched him lightly on the Arm. “You better be, your Letter was shit. And not once in ten whole years did we get another life sign? Shame on you Harry-Berry” he grinned at the Nickname. Harry meanwhile blinked away the confusion before a chuckle escaped him “I'll get it. But do not start with that god awful nickname, it's hard enough to get Tyler to drop it” he said while glaring at said Person, hanging around the Bar. Hermione was the next to speak. “I see you lost the Glasses, were you finally able to get your eyesight fixed up?” She asked to which Harry shook his Head “Nah, I'm wearing contact lenses for tonight. Easier when we perform. Still wearing them otherwise” he shrugged, while she nodded along. “Didn't know you could sing. And look at you! Tattoos, Piercings. If the others could see you, they wouldn't believe it was you. Well at least if your telltale features weren't there” she grinned. Harry shrugged. “Well I still had to work through everything” he began “Funny enough the pain helped me. Distracted me from everything while giving me a permanent reminder not only that we survived but that I was still living” he shrugged but a smile tugged at his lips. “I'm still sorry though. I should have written to you guys, to show that I'm alive. Or at least tried to visit, not hiding away and starting a whole new life. I really tried, but every time I started I couldn't help but fall apart. I honestly almost wanted to just run away as Draco approached me outside” he said while leaning back and rubbing over his neck.
“You know, nobody blames you Harry. We all went through Hell and Back but you got handed the worst cards of us all. You survived, did much shit, saved the Wizarding Works in more ways than you think. And you're still able to smile and laugh. If these years away from everything was something you needed, with the result ending like this” Draco said as he gestured to Harry, “then it was worth it.” he finished before taking a sip of his Drink. “We agree” Pansy added while Blaise nodded “Honestly Potter, you've gone through so much shit each year, we had respect for that. Though we snakes could never admit it. Not even our obsessed Draco here” she grinned at the blond, who spluttered slightly at her words.
Harry blinked at that before his attention was , again, taken away from Draco. “I think it was good for you to just up and vanish like this, especially after we had won the War. I can't imagine how much the media would have haunted you. It was worse enough for us from time to time” Neville added “Honestly Harry, you look healthier than ever. So that's definitely s Win in my Books” If Harry didn't feel like crying beforehand he definitely did now. His inner nervousness had finally melted away, leaving room to fully immerse himself into the conversation. After the apologies were spoken and talked about. The Group started to share stories about their lives. What had happened, how the eighth year at Hogwarts went. How Harry had stayed above water after his departure. Shared stories about their success and their struggles. What they did now and had planned for the future. They laughed and teased each other, and Harry realised how much he missed all of that. He kept glancing at Draco from time to time, who did the same and even shared a smile once in a while with Harry. As the Night slowly came to an end, they each paid their share for the Food and Drinks before walking outside together.
Harry stood awkwardly beside them as they each made their plans to return to England. Harry had shared his new Address and how they could contact him as they started to leave one by one Blaise and Pansy were the first to get going, shaking Harry's hand before walking off. Neville and Luna gave Harry a Hug before they also took off again, leaving Hermione, Ron and Draco alone with him. They talked briefly before Harry allowed them to tell the others about his whereabouts and that he plans to visit soon, before Hugging Hermione and Ron goodbye as well.
In the End only Draco and Harry were left. The Bar had closed a while ago, leaving the parking lot completely empty for now. Both of them avoided eye contact for a moment. The silence was broken by Draco who had stepped into Harry's personal space again. “So Potter" he began as his lips curved to smugly upwards, “Why don't we talk about your little stunt you pulled with the letter you had sent me?” he asked, to which Harry's eyes widened slightly. “You know Malfoy, I kinda hoped you wouldn't bring it up.” Draco paused for a moment. “Oh, why's that? Did your view change?” He asked, his voice carefully leveled. Harry shook his head no, a light chuckle echoes through the night. “No, did I scare you?” He asked with a little grin to which Draco chuckled as well. “You wish” he threw back before taking hold of Harry’s Hand. “So wanna show me your place?” He asked as he leaned into Harry, who nodded in agreement.