Spring 2029
Returning to the UK was something I knew would have to happen eventually. Thankfully I was coming back for a good reason. Not only was my best mate getting married but I managed to get a job at Ministry. I knew that mum would love having me back but I wasn't sure how she would take the news of me choosing to get a place of my own rather than living at the manor.
I had had my own apartment back in New York. And I had come to quickly learn that it is indeed the city that never sleeps. Working at the American ministry had been nothing but eye-opening. They, of course, had been hardly affected by Voldemort and all his followers but they had certainly fired questions at me when I had first arrived there. As the son of a reformed Death Eater, I knew I ought to see that coming.
However, I was happy to be home. At least here people knew I wasn't like my grandfather and even my father had been forgiven for his actions. He was a good man, as his son, I knew that first hand. Most of that he had attributed to my mother. She was a gem. I was wondering how long she would take to comment on my appearance when she saw me.
But at least Al would be the one picking me up. I could have very well made my own way from Heathrow to London, I vaguely remembered how to get there by muggle means. But my best mate insisted.
After passing through immigration and customs I headed out to the pick up area and looked out for a bloke with messy hair. A smirk appeared on my face as I saw the bloke in question walk around a family hugging some older relatives.
"Well if it isn't the big bad Malfoy" He said grinning manically as he held out his hand.
I let got of my suitcase and shook it and gave him a one-armed hug in return. "Speak for yourself, Potter, look at you!" I said as I stepped back and gripped the handle of my suit case again.
"Well I have to look good on my wedding day" He winked befoe he grabbed the duffle bag I had used for my cabin luggage. "So, how was your flight?"
"Gosh Al, that sounds like something my dad would ask" I teased in return as followed him out towards the carpark.
"Well, I'm not there yet" he laughed in return.
Once we were on the motorway and I had had enough of looking out at the passing trees and the offramps to various parts of outer London I turned to Al.
"So…."
"Yes, Scorp?" The raven haired guy asked without looking away from the road.
"You need to update me on everyone…."
"All in good time mate"
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, arching a brow turning my head to fully look at him.
Al remained silent for the next few minutes until he turned the volume up on the radio. I suspect it was either to deter me from asking more questions or to stay updated on any traffic issues we may face as we headed back to his place.