Harry stared down at the letter in his hand. He had a daughter. Hermione failed to mention that little fact when she walked out on him more than five years ago. She had been pregnant then. He didn't know what to say. He actually couldn't say anything. How dare she? After all this time she wanted Harry to be apart of the child's life. He wouldn't stand for it.
Ever since their break up, Harry had made sure to keep to himself. Only conversing with people he deemed important enough to warrant his attention. Sirius was one of those people. The list was rather small. Remus and Draco were the only other people that he would talk with.
Harry was never a greedy person. But, as of five years ago, he changed. He withdrew a hefty amount of money from his bank account and purchase a large three story, fifteen room mansion that sat over looking muggle London. And the strange thing was...he only lived with Sirius. No one else came around because: one, he choose to live his life as a muggle, and two, he really had no one to come around. The only thing that set him apart from the muggles was a few abnormalities; such as a house elf and a self replenishing refrigerator, just to name a few.
Even though Harry was in Gryffindor all through his years at Hogwarts, his house was decorated in rich greens and silvers. It looked like a Slytherin house. People even said that Harry stopped looking to himself as a Gryffindor. He even got rid of all his previous friends. That's where Draco came into play. He was the first one to accept the new Harry. And the first one to offer Harry friendship and understanding.
After Hogwarts and the death of the elder Malfoy, Draco also was in the same state as Harry. They were two of a kind. Both wanting to be alone but welcoming each other's misery as company. Being around each other so much caused certain things to change. Like one's habits rubbing off on the other. But Harry not only rubbed off on Draco...some of Draco's mannerisms also rubbed off on Harry. Some that were not so nice.
He continued to stare at the letter and then glared at the midnight black owl that brought it. It was waiting for his reply. But he had none. So after making sure it was well fed and watered, he sent it on its way with no message. "DOBBY!" He yelled out in a foul mood. The house elf had opted to leave Hogwarts with Harry. He drummed his fingers ideally on the arm rest of his green leather chair and waited. He wanted to make a little trip to visit Hermione and to reject her face to face. A cruel smirk formed on his pale lips.
He didn't have to wait long. He heard a familiar pop and within seconds the small creature was attached to his leg. "Dobby's here Master Harry Potter, Sir. What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?"
He can't help but smile at the small creature. "Dobby, can you prepare some clothes for travel? I need to make a trip."
Dobby unattached himself and with another pop, disappeared to do his assigned task. He was happy with Master Harry, Sir. He never forced him to take pay or vacations. Like those at Hogwarts had tried to do. Especially the one with the long white beard. Dumbdee, he thought that one was called.
Within a few moments Dobby returned with a suitcase in hand. "Does Master Harry want Dobby to help him with his business?" His voice squeaks.
"No Dobby. That's ok. I'll do fine myself." He gives the small elf a smile then walks over to his coat closet and pulls out a brand new cloak. It had the Slytherin seal with a snake latch, a gift from Draco last Christmas. He smirked and threw it over his shoulders. He makes sure its secured by the snake clasp then turns back to Dobby. "When my godfather returns. Tell him I had pressing business to attend to." With those words spoken he grabbed the small suitcase and with a crack of thunder, he disappeared.