Sunlight greets Harry's closed eyes with a gentle nudge, making Harry let out a groan when he opens them and see the offending light drifting in through the half closed blinds. He debates on rolling over and falling back asleep but then remembers that today is a Friday and he still has to show up for work, which brings out another groan. News of his divorce had certainly already hit The Daily Prophet , ensuring that every witch and wizard in Great Britain had heard the news; this meant that all throughout work today, Harry would be getting interrupted and be given pity glances whenever they believed he wasn't looking, even though he could still see them. This was natural; he was, after all, Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World and The Boy Who Lived Twice.

What a load of shit.

Harry threw back his covers and sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes gently; the house was quite, but that was mostly because of Ginny, who had taken the kids with her the night before to give Harry a little time, which he was grateful for. He had owled Ron, asking his best mate to come over over and drink until the sun had risen with him, but Rom responded by saying that he couldn't make it that night, and would Harry pretty please take a rain check? Harry, being the man that he is, had of course agreed; though this did not stop him from drinking. Instead of drinking with his best mate, Harry had instead chosen to drink alone, each bottle empty being replenished by Kreacher, his ever lovely house elf.

"Master?"

Kreacher called quietly, knocking on Harry's door softly before opening it slightly. Harry let out a quiet sigh as he held his pounding head, shutting his eyes against the too bright sun and the blurry images surrounding him due to his lack of glasses. "Yes Kreacher?" Kreacher came into the room and held his hands in front of his waist, bowing his head slightly in the presence of his master.

"Master has told Kreacher to awake him at this time with a hangover potion. Kreacher has the potion, as well as breakfast. Shall Kreacher bring them in Master?"

"Yes Kreacher, that would be lovely, thank you."

Harry responded respectfully and waited until Kreacher was out of his room to remove his hand from his eyes and reach for his glasses sitting on the table beside him. Kreacher comes back into the room with a small tray in his hands just as Harry puts his glasses on and he smiles kindly at the house elf.

"Thank you Kreacher, you're dismissed."

Kreacher bows slightly before hurrying away, leaving Harry alone once again. Harry takes the hangover potion first, swallowing it in one gulp before shuddering at the taste, but almost moaning in relief as his headache slowly drifts away; Kreacher made the best hangover potion Harry had ever had, and he was grateful that Kreacher had softened up to him all those years ago; Harry wasn't sure how he would have survived this long without the house elf. Putting the empty bottle on the bedside table, Harry began to eat the breakfast Kreacher made; eggs and sausage, Harry's favorite.

Once breakfast had ended, Harry sat in his bed, debating on whether or not he should go into work. If he was being completely honest with himself, he hated his job; after the war ended, he was quickly thrown into his job to find the last of the Death Eaters and arrest them, throwing them into Azkaban without a second thought. But, the last Death Eater had been caught some ten years ago, and now Harry spent his days dealing with boring little cases that hardly needed his attention or his care; often he had thought about Hogwarts, his one true home, and how he missed it. It wasn't quite the same as how Harry remembered it; with reconstruction after the war to make it even more secure in the case that some mad man decided that he too wanted to annihilate anyone who wasn't "pure", but it was still home. Sometimes Harry regretted not going back for an extra year, other times he didn't.

Throwing the bed-sheet away from his legs, Harry stood to his feet and began to get dressed, ready to go to work. He decided that he would owl Minerva and see if she had any teaching positions open; after all, he was very good at teaching if Dumbledore's Army was any indication. He could only hope that she would forgive him for the nasty things he had spoken to her last year when the whole debacle with Albus and Scorpius went down; not a day went by that Harry didn't think about what he had said, and every day he felt guilty for it. It was not Minerva's fault on what happened, and it was unfair of Harry to accuse her of otherwise, not to mention that it was just plain rude for him to mention that she had no children after everything she had done for him growing up. Yes, he'd be quite sure to send her an owl and beg for her forgiveness and inquire about maybe teach defense against the dark arts. School was starting soon, and so Harry would need to lock this down sooner rather than later.

"Kreacher, I am heading to work now, if you could please-"

Harry was cut off when an owl flew into his opened window, letting out a soft screech as it entered into Harry's bedroom. The owl was a beautiful stormy grey and he dropped the letter in his black beak onto Harry's bed before flying over to a nearby perch, drinking from the small bowl of water left there. Harry picked up the letter and opened it as he walked over to the owl, rubbing the top of it's head gently as he read.

Harry,

My son is INSISTING on a sleepover with your son Albus, and I have granted my permission. I was hoping that you would also grant them permission to have a sleepover here at the manor, and I was wondering if you would like to join me for tea the same day as well? School is supposed to be starting soon, and I know that it would bring Scorpius great pleasure if he could see Albus one last time before the term started, not that he doesn't see the boy enough at school, Merlin help us. Anyways, owl me back with your answer as soon as you are able.

I am eagerly awaiting your response.

Signed,

Draco Malfoy

P.s. I'm very sorry to hear that she-weasel has no brain and has decided to leave you. I do hope you are not too heartbroken.

Harry let out a short laugh as he read the sub note at the end of Draco's letter. It still humored him to think that his arch nemesis were actually owling each other about having tea, as though they were long ago friends. And Draco's note about his divorce? What a laugh! Harry went over to his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, chuckling to himself as he wrote out his response.

Malfoy,

I'm sure that Albus would be delighted to have a sleepover with Scorpius at the manor. I will inform him of the arrangement as soon as I lay eyes on him, how does this Saturday work for you? As for tea, I'd love to have a cuppa with you, it has been so long since I have had a good cup. You'll be seeing me at your manor, that is, if you can tolerate my presence.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

P.s. I appreciate the heartfelt sincerity you've granted me in your last letter, but I do ask that you TRY to not be such a sarcastic arse next time?

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