Three days after the defeat of Lord Voldemort found Harry Potter sitting alone, a rare occurrence, in an abandoned warehouse outside of London. One might wonder what such a character was doing, alone, in a place that hadn't seen a human since the sixties. However, the question is easily answered as his reason for being there had just arrived.
Anyone looking in at that moment would swear that they were dreaming or had gone insane. For the person who had sauntered in from the door to Harry's left was none other than Harry's supposed rival, Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, at twenty two, now measured an impressive 6' 3", with the stormy grey eyes and platinum blonde hair that marked him as a Malfoy. Harry looked up when Draco entered but that was the only response that he had to the blonde's presence.
"Harry…" Draco whispered, "It's over and done with Harry. You don't have to fight anymore."
Harry stood and collapsed into Draco's open arms.
"It'll be okay Harry," He said into the messy hair.
"Doesn't matter… "Harry responded into Draco's chest.
"You're allowed to break down. You don't have to be strong with me. I can hold you up."
"Mmmm…" Harry mumbled.
"Harry you did everything they ever asked of you. You deserve to take a break. "
"Can't Draco, you know that."
"All the true Death Eaters are dead because of their connection. There is no reason for you to not just disappear. We've talked about it for years. Please just come with me. I'm not asking you to forget about those you care about but to remember all that they did to you." Draco was, of course, talking about his friend's inability to believe in him and the fact that they still felt that he was to blame for the death of Mrs. Weasley and Luna Lovegood's father, who both had died defending Harry's aunt and uncle from Death Eaters.
"Okay…"
Draco looked surprised, "What?"
Harry looked up at him, "Okay… I'll go."
"Really?"
"Yes, take me wherever you want, just get me away from all of this. I can't live the way they want me to."
"How does the U.S. sound?"
A few hours later Harry and Draco were sitting on a jet bound for America.
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"Draco?" Harry whispered against the chest he had been sleeping against just moments earlier.
"Yes Harry?
"Where are we going to in the U.S.?"
"A little town in Oregon that I think you'll like. One of my professors before I went to Hogwarts lived there and left me a house and some property because I was his 'best and most proficient student' in his words. He died a few years back." He frowned at the memory of his most favored teacher.
"I'm sorry that he died…"
"It's okay. It was a long time ago."
The trip was silent for the next few hours.
Yes, it's amazingly short. It's questionable if it's good. But hopefully the next chapter has more plot and a little more background but there it is, my first fanfic… I also don't own Harry Potter... I wouldn't want the publicity if I did.
-Instability-On-Ice