A Drarry AU: Harry Potter disappeared after the war. Five Years Later Draco Malfoy runs into him in the most unlikely of places, a coffee shop in New York.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I would like to, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it. That privilege belongs to J.K Rowling.

Word Count: 745

A/N: As much as I would like to be able to update and post a new chapter everyday that probably won't happen. Hopefully you'll stick with me until the end but if not then I'll be happy for however long you stay. Anyway, I'll try to update as often as possible. Also I changed what Harry's note said because I didn't like what it originally said.

Preface

Five years ago (After the Battle of Hogwarts)

Harry looked at the Elder wand that was still clutched in his hand. He hadn't said anything since Voldemort had died even though his friends had prompted him to speak several times. The only thing he did was look around in a dazed state at the carnage around him. He'd fixed his wand and placed the elder wand behind Dumbledore's painting in the headmaster's office, then after everything had been cleaned as best as it could he went back to Grimmauld place.

Ron and Hermione hadn't followed him. They figured that he needed time to himself. Time to come to terms with everything that had happened. In a way they were right. Just then he was sitting on the edge of his bed, bent over with his arms resting on his thighs. His eyes weren't really focused on anything and he was trying his hardest not to think about anything in particular. When he did images of the battle were all he could see. Harry scrunched his eyes shut trying his hardest to make them disappear, but they wouldn't go away.

Tonks and Lupin, lying side by side the life gone from them, Ron, Percy and George standing over Fred trying to bring him back, Colin Creevy staring up at the ceiling of the Great Hall with dead eyes. That and more swan before him and he couldn't get rid of them. Harry saw their faces everywhere he looked. They were blaming him for their deaths. He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't stand the guilt that he felt. In a sudden burst of emotion Harry jumped up from the bed.

He needed to break something in order to get rid of all his pent up rage. The first thing he grabbed what the chair that was sitting in the corner of the room. He smashed it to bits and while it was satisfying it did nothing to quell the ache that he felt in his chest. Pulling his wand from his pocket he started to destroy the room, breaking down every bit of furniture bit by bit until there was nothing but small piles of debris where they had been before. When it was over Harry was stand in the middle of the room, chest heaving, he wasn't really sure of what he'd done. Unable to do much of anything he sank to his knees on the floor and cried. Harry rocked himself back and forth as he sobbed all the while saying, "It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

(Two Days After the Battle)

Hermione hadn't heard from Harry in the last two days and since he hadn't returned any of her owls she went to Grimmauld Place herself to see if he was alright. She knew that he had been through something that none of them would understand but she needed him to know that they were all there for him. She was going over what she was going to tell him in her mind when she walked through the front door. It was oddly quiet.

She shrugged off the eerie silence, thinking that Harry was just upstairs asleep and didn't realize how late in the day it was. As she walked around the house looking for any sign of life she also noticed that every room was clean. Not just any kind of clean either, the type of clean that usually meant someone wanted to hide something, but what she didn't know. "Harry." She called out softly. Hermione waited for a response but none came. She called his name a bit louder and still didn't hear anything. Fearing the worst she pulled out her wand. "Homenum Revelio." Nothing. In a full panic now she rushed up the stairs looking for some sort of sign that he was still there somewhere.

Her searching proved fruitless. Harry was nowhere to be found. Hermione went into the kitchen, she needed a glass of water to calm her nerves. On the kitchen table she found a note and she was filled with hope. She opened the small piece of parchment and read it. While she did her hand went up to her mouth in shock. She read it three more times just to make sure she understood what it was saying.

Don't look for me. I've left for the good of everyone. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
-Harry

That's just the short introduction. I promise that there will be an update soon (hopefully). Please let me know what you think and if I should continue it. I would greatly appreciate it and honestly I think I could really use the practice. Thanks for reading! Until next time.