Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not ours. We don't own it. Or him. Or...yeah.

Hi guys. So I hope you guys are okay with a REALLY fast update! I...had a muse or something. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy Harry's replies!

Much love from Cat!

P.S. How amazing was Lexi's last chapter? I'm gushing, because geez, it was just so freaking amazing! /hearts.

Malfoy,

Geez, I thought you were bad in the first letter! Seriously, you need to calm down.
Really? You're going to get huffy about that? I meant it as in all the irritation you feel for me I feel for you as well. Bloody hell, man, I feel like I'm trying to settle a child's argument.

If you really want your wand to sit and rot in a museum, then by all means, put it there. It's your wand, returned to you, so you can do whatever you want with it. I just thought you'd appreciate having it back. Honestly, when I sent it I was not expecting this to become a big deal.

I'm not telling you to make your mother do anything! I'm just saying, if you start a conversation and ask her what happened during the battle because you care, and honestly want to know, it's entirely possible that she'll tell you. Trust me, I get that she's a Slytherin—she more than proved that she's incredibly clever and cunning that night during the Battle—but that doesn't mean you can't hold a conversation to ask what happened. I've already told you that if she won't tell you then I will, but I still think you should ask her first. She's your mother, don't you two talk?

I don't blame you for not reading the Prophet; it's a pile of thestral-shit most of the time. Somehow I expected that you would have read it, if just for the Potter-bashing they did for so many years.

What the hell, Malfoy? If I wanted to offer myself to you I'm sure I'd come up with a better way of doing it than begging at your doorstep, or making stupid innuendos in a letter. In other words, you can take this to mean that I am profoundly not interested. As for arrogance, you must get involved with a lot of people, because I can't think of anyone more arrogant than you.

Your mood shifts are more confusing than any girl's. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you actually have a bit of compassion under that prickly exterior you hide behind. Because that's what it is, isn't it? You act all tough and as though you're cruel and heartless, but you're not, are you. It's a defense-mechanism. Our wands are windows to our souls? That's not something anyone who's truly heartless could come up with.

You're entirely right, I'd hate to be killed just for someone to realize that the Elder Wand no longer exists. What do you think I should do with it? On one hand, I'd hate to destroy something so powerful, so historical, but on the other it's an incredibly dangerous magical object, and no one should have that kind of power. Ron and Hermione aren't very helpful. Hermione wants me to lock it up or destroy it, so that no one could ever wield it again. Ron thinks it shouldn't be destroyed, or hidden, but doesn't really know what I should do with it, either. Any helpful ideas?

I still don't know why I'm telling you any of this, or why I'm even writing to you in the first place, but I'm not really concerned about 'giving you ideas.' I don't think you would have ever seriously hurt me intentionally, and I don't think that you even want to see me hurt anymore. I mean, sure, we've never been friendly towards each other, but I don't think you're the kind of person who could actually intentionally hurt someone else. Which leads me to think of our 6th year at Hogwarts. I want you to know that if I had known what that spell would do I would never have used it. I am so incredibly sorry for that.

Hermione and Ron are my family. Or as close to a family as I have, anyway. That doesn't mean that I'll always do what they want, or that they'll always do what I want. I love them both as though they were my true family, and not just friends I made at school. If that makes me a Hufflepuff, then I'll take it—I knew that house had to have some redeeming quality.
But anyway, I told you because you had a right to know. You were part of the whole mess, even if you didn't know it. The moment Voldemort decided to use you to try to kill Dumbledore you became tangled up in all of this. I'm not sure I do know what we are to each other, anymore. You're not my school-rival or enemy anymore, I don't hate you. I don't know what you'd call us. Acquaintances, maybe?

Wow, sarcasm, okay. Is there a slang Wizarding term for dying? It's not something I would know. Wouldn't roots showing be a Muggle term, too? HAH! Caught you.

Much love sent your way, Oh Compassionate One,
Always and Forever,
Harry Potter

Mrs. Malfoy,

I...Wow. I'm blown away by your letter. I honestly don't know what to say. Thank you so much. You are beyond kind.

I feel as though I should decline your offer, on the basis of the past between us, but I find that it is incredibly easy for me to open up to you. More so than I ever felt around Mrs. Weasley, as kind and warm-hearted as she is. Also, you, as a Black, are the closest thing I have left to my family in our world, as strange as that is. Maybe you don't feel the same, and I'm just reaching. I sincerely appreciate your offer, though.

Thank you, as well, for keeping whatever I say in confidence. I know that often I just seem to let my thoughts get the better of me, and I say far more than I should, so I appreciate you keeping all this between us. I have nothing against Slytherins, actually. I know that everyone believes that I'm "Gryffindor's Golden Boy" and that the Slytherin house is my mortal enemy, but to be honest, I was supposed to be in Slytherin. The Sorting Hat wanted me there, but I argued with it, and convinced it to put me in Gryffindor. It would be extremely hypocritical of me to have an issue with the house that should have been mine.

I'm not sure I'm completely comfortable explaining what exactly I mean, yet. I mentioned a phase, but I'm not really sure that's the right word. The years I spent in school didn't exactly allow for much introspection or self-discovery on my part, so now that things have calmed down a bit, I feel like I'm trying to discover who "Harry Potter" is, outside of the "Boy-Who-Lived" mould. I realize I didn't really explain very well, but I'm not sure I'm ready to completely come out and say what's going on in my mind. It's not something I'm one hundred percent sure about, and I don't think I'm ready for anyone to know yet.
As of right now, my interest lies in trying to understand what's going on with me. I feel awful that I don't have any feelings for Ginny—I think I broke her heart—but she deserves someone who's better suited to her anyway.

I'm sorry, I just got sidetracked—Draco Malfoy has had identity crises? I have never met someone who was more sure of himself, or completely proud of himself. I can't picture him ever having an identity crisis.

As for political power, I have no desire for it. I don't want the power I've been given, and I really don't know what to do with it. It's terrifying to know that if I express any small disagreement or lack of faith in the Minister, his whole career will come crumbling down around him. I have to constantly be wary of the things I say and do, and even who I look at during Ministry events. It's all quite beyond me, so any advice you might have on that front would be completely appreciated.

On an entirely different note, I just wanted you to know, Mrs. Malfoy, that I'm sorry for everything your family went through during this war. I believe your husband made some bad choices, but I also believe that he had the best interests of his family at heart, and that he just got sucked in further than he wanted to go. Maybe I'm entirely off base, but I got the feeling that he didn't like not being in control. When I first met your husband, he was a proud and impressive, if sometimes cruel, man. After Voldemort returned, I saw Lucius diminish and he seemed to completely lose himself, especially after his stay in Azkaban. I don't think he had fully realized what he was signing up for when he joined Voldemort. As much as I dislike him for all he's done to me and my friends, I am sorry I couldn't keep him from Azkaban for you.

You know, I'm still not entirely sure why your son hates me as much as he does. I guess that's something I should take up with him, not you, but again, I'm thinking 'out loud.' For us, this "civil" behaviour is a step in the right direction, even if it's not the way you expect him to behave towards people.

Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, for all of your words to me.

Sincerely,
Harry Potter

Lexi here. All I can say is wow... Draco honestly doesn't know what his feelings are doing right about now (which means neither do I). As for Narcissa, nothing fazes that woman.

Just letting you all know, Draco needs some time to digest all this. In fact, I think he may well need to let some of his emotions out... That's right, I have a Draco-reaction planned.

Cat and I have wondered about the logistics of this, and here's how it will work: anything revealing what is going on in a character's head without another character being privy to it must be posted in a seperate fic, so the other author won't be aware - this allows for the most authentic letter responses.

This means that sometime between now and posting the next chapter, PurePeace will be coming out with a companion piece - A Look Inside the Mind of Draco Malfoy.
It'll be up by the time the next chapter is written, so don't feel you have to be on the lookout - you can just check it out then. Alternatively, you could be on the lookout! Because that's fun too.

MUCH LOVE FROM US! And Harry, because he's just like that. But not Draco. No! Not Draco. I don't care if you love him, he's not interested! Back off, crazy stalker fans! *runs for the hills*