I am so sorry for the wait! Life has just been so crazy. Moving from an apartment to a house is ridiculous. Thank you, everyone, for your reviews and favorites. I know some didn't like the little drama I put in, but you know a story has to have a little drama. At least in my opinion. Also, thank you to the guest review about my mix up at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!

"Your tri-monthly letter from Astoria is here," Tracey announced as she walked into Daphne's bedroom as the latter got ready for her date. "At least now you have something to think about just in case this guy is just his looks."

Rolling her blue eyes at her best friend's comments. Ever since Daphne told Tracey about her date, she had been making remarks about said date. Even though she didn't know anything about Trey. But just the name alone was enough for Tracey to find inspiration. "I was wondering when the letter was going to show up. It felt like it was that time."

"I'm sure most of it is just going to be wedding preparation stuff and gossip." Dropping the letter in front of the blonde before looking at the clothing choices that were laying on the bed.

"Well, when marrying a Malfoy, its something that must be done." Rolling her eyes as she opened the letter.

Dear loving sister,

Things are going very well for mother and father, as well as myself. Wedding planning has been both a ball and a pain. While mother is completely on my side with everything I want to do, I then have to handle Narcissa's comments on the matter. Which nine out of ten times, it becomes a bickering match until Draco comes into the room and handles the situation. Which then irritates Narcissa even more, because her son is siding with someone other than herself. Something she has to get used to as Draco is no longer the young boy he used to be at Hogwarts. I wouldn't be marrying him otherwise.

Mother and father are temporally done with their travels until after the wedding. They want to be here for me during my planning and to make sure I get what I want.

Thank you again for recommending the designer for my and the bridesmaids' dresses. I don't think I could handle having to wear wizard wedding robes (something Narcissa wanted) muggle clothing is much better. Thank you for the new samples of your clothing line by the way. I always get asked where I bought it, muggle and witches alike. You must be killing it (That's the America term right?) I have seen your work in a couple of muggle magazines. Draco thinks you should expand and open a storefront in Diagon Alley. Help embrace the muggle culture, but still have a witch designing the clothes, to help smooth the transition.

Remember you need to come to England two weeks before the wedding, to finalizing everything. While mother and father have been great, I know by the time the wedding comes around you will be needed. You are and always will be the Greengrass weapon when it comes to doing what is right for the family.

Anyhow, enough about the wedding. There is so much happening that the Daily Prophet cannot keep up with the demand. The drama is crazy. It hasn't been this way since Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. (Merlin, it was still hard to write)

Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter broke up! Weaslette cheated on him with Dean Thomas! No one has seen or heard of Potter since Hermione Granger returned a little velvet box. He left his job and everything. It must have been a ring. Meaning Potter was going to propose to Weaslette. Could you even imagine house two married or with a child? I would have expected Hermione to be with Harry long before Weaslette. Who also is trying to look like the victim. But Granger or Weasley won't let her get away with that. Someone overheard a bickering fight between the three and there were absolutely no nice things coming out of anyone's mouths. I wish I kept a clipping of the articles to send you. I don't know where to begin or finish. Lavender Brown has been the reporter on most of the articles, so at least you know if there is a comment from the Gryffindors it is at least factual. They trust their own.

Anywho, I must be done Draco just told me we are going to have dinner with his mother.

I love you sister,

Tori

"Oh Merlin, this makes so much sense. It's no wonder why Harry left England." But before she could think another thought about Harry, she heard a knock on the door.

"Everything we do is directed towards creating a better economy to help the less fortunate." Trey was explaining what he did for a living, but Daphne didn't catch most of what he said. She barely had even said more than 10 words since they sat down at the table of the fancy restaurant Trey took her too. She felt horrible, but her mind was on the letter that her sister sent. Specifically the ending. The part that was about Harry. Her best friend Harry. Her Harry. That was hurt and she didn't know it.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch any of that." Daphne knew that if her mother could see her now, she would be very disappointed in her. While Astrid Greengrass wasn't a what you could call a normal Pureblood housewife, she still wanted her daughters to have proper manners. Treat everyone with respect, was the one rule that was floating in Daphne's mind. She wasn't respecting Trey.

Taking a sip from his glass filled with expensive wine, "Is everything okay?"

"I am just worried about a friend. He has apparently been going through some stuff but I didn't know. And I just can't get my mind off of what I found out."

"Is it that guy from the park?"

Shooting her head up from the salad that was currently eating, knowing full well her face was filled with confusion. "Yes, that would be him. How did-"

"I turned my head to look for you and saw you hugging him pretty tightly. Part of me didn't want to call you because I thought you were seeing him. But then I figured if you were, you wouldn't have given me your number."

"Harry and I are just friends."

Sitting back in his seat, Trey gave her a small smile. She didn't see the look this Harry gave him when he looked back. Green was that man's color and luckily for him, Daphne's last name had green in it. And he was going to hit himself for saying what he was going to say. "Are you sure? 'Cause I don't think he wants to be just friends with you. If I were him, I would want you to come over and help out over whatever I was going through."

"You're right. I need to go. Sorry, Trey. I had a great time."

As Trey watched Daphne leave, he knew there was no way he would be able to have a second chance with her. That Harry was a lucky guy.

Harry wasn't looking forward to tonight. He didn't like the feeling he had in his stomach anytime he thought about Daphne going on a date with someone that wasn't him. Even though they have only truly known each other for a couple of months, he still wanted to spend every moment with her.

Daphne Greengrass is who he needs to be the real Harry Potter. Ever since coming to New York, he started to find himself. Something he never truly had the chance to do while being at Hogwarts, having to fight a mad man or even after the war when everything was settling down. But the moment his eyes landed on Daphne's, ever changed for the better. Even if she didn't know it.

He kept his promise with Hermione and wrote every two weeks to fill her in on what was going on in his new adventure. But he still didn't tell her every little detail. Hermione knew that he had a friend named Daphne who was a designer and a witch. But she didn't know that the blonde also went to Hogwarts with them. And was a Slytherin. Not that it would matter to Hermione anyway.

Even though Tracey knew some of what happened to Harry, he knew that Daphne needed to know. It also helped that Tracey was for himself and Daphne to become a couple. He especially enjoyed the comments Tracey would make about Trey. Even if the brunette hadn't met the man. But Harry wasn't going to stop her.

If he was truly going to be free of Ginny Weasley, he needed to actually talk about what happened. Something Hermione has repeatedly told him, if that is what he wanted. To find happiness one must go through something horrible to truly find that happiness. Harry felt as if he had enough horribleness to flow into multiple life times. It was time for him to be happy.

A knocking sound on his door confused him as he walked from his balcony to the door, wand up his sleeve just in case. There was no reason to have a knock on the door and if it was hotel staff, they announce themselves. What he didn't expect was to find Daphne on the other side.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Daphne asked the second her eyes meet Harry's. She didn't even give him a chance to say hello. She felt as if she was a horrible friend.

"Say anything about what?" Harry confusedly asked as he let her into his hotel room.

"About why you left England."

"You never asked."

Turning around to face the man before her, she chuckled slightly, if not bitterly. "No wonder why the hat wanted to put you into Slytherin, you would have done great."

"Why do you want to know so badly, Daph? Aren't you supposed to be on a date right now?"

Pulling out the letter she stuffed in her pocket, "Why didn't you tell me that you left England because of Weaslette? I had to find out from my sister, who read it in the newspaper."

"It took me a while to get my mind wrapped around everything," Harry said falling on his bed. Taking a deep breath, he didn't know how to get the words from his tongue out. They were there, but he didn't know what order to put them. He was never ones to talk about his feelings, only when there was alcohol involved. Which was how Tracey found out. "But you helped."

"How?"

"You made me realize that I was never truly happy. Even after the war ended when I thought I was finally free from being me. I wasn't. Coming to New York and being around you, showed me how wrong I was."

Any anger Daphne felt towards Harry disappeared. She couldn't be mad at him for not telling her what happened because she never asked why he left or why he never talked about why he left England. They would talk about their shared country, but he never brought it up. It was always Daphne that did. She was a bad friend for not asking, in her eyes. Yet in Harry's eyes, she was a good friend for not prying into something he wasn't comfortable enough to talk about.

"Do you want to talk about it? Why you left?"

"Yeah, actually I do," Harry said before he got comfortable on the bed. If he was going to bare his soul, something he was never mentally comfortable with doing. He might as well be physically comfortable. "I just don't know where to begin."

"How did you find out?"

Patting the spot next to him on the bed, "You might as well get comfortable, I don't know how long this story is going to take."