AN: I do not own Harry Potter, It belongs to J. K. Rowling. This goes throughout the story. Rating T at the moment but may change to M later. Snape and Dobby are still alive too.
Two figures stood at the gates of Hogwarts, waiting and watching as the wards' magic swirled and changed in front of them in order to admit them. The taller of the figures, dressed in wizarding robes, brushed his long dark hair out of his vivid emerald eyes. He no longer wore his wire glasses from childhood and his unruly mop of hair had become easier to tame and now fell half way down his back. He had not returned to Hogwarts since he had left Dra…. No he was not going to think about him. Harry had more important things to think about.
One of said more important things came in the form of the second, smaller figure. A young girl, aged 5, gripped onto Harrys hand as her eyes danced whilst watching the magic. She was carefully hidden behind Harry's legs in order to feel safe. She had white blond hair that fell straight to the bottom of her back but she shared her father's vivid green gaze. Sometimes it amazed Harry just how much she looked like her second father and made him regret not allowing him to be in their daughter's life until now.
Harry waited until he saw a familiar doe patronus walk to them at the gates. It opened its mouth and the recognizable silky drawl of Professor Snape told them that they were now embedded into the wards and to make their way to the Great Hall. Not for the first time that night, Harry was glad the other students of Hogwarts did not arrive back for another week. It would take him a while to get his daughter settled into a routine. He tugged her hand and walked into the castle. Harry stopped in the hallway and smiled up at the old staircase and portraits that lined the walls. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he remembered all of the adventures he had at school with his two best friends. "What's wrong papa?" asked the young girl. Harry shook his head, took her hand and pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. It would not do to dwell on memories of times gone by. He looked up and smiled as the feeling of home overcame him in the well-known hall.
Draco's POV
It was Thursday evening and I had just sat down at the Heads table in the Great Hall. We all got along pretty well and it was a rather informal meal. We had all just started laughing at a joke Headmistress McGonagall had told (yes really, she tells jokes) when Severus went still and quiet. When we asked what was wrong, he told us that the wards were altering to fit around Har… Potter. I couldn't believe that he was finally coming back, I hadn't seen him since he left me 5 and a half years ago. I wonder if he took my advice eventually and got rid of those glasses in favour of contact lenses. I missed him terribly. He never did tell me why he left me, or what I did.
My musings were interrupted by the doors of the Great Hall opening. I looked over and it was like everyone else in the room just melted away. There was Harry. My Harry. Except he's not yours anymore Is he? He was wearing dark blue robes and a soft smile. It was like he'd never left. His eyes were no longer hidden and held the spark that was lacking in the last few months before he left me.
"Harry!" Professor Longbottom smiled, "Oh and, erm,.."