Harry apparated into his new flat in muggle London with a pop. He looked
around the room and smiled. He felt freer than he had in a very long time.
The last time he had felt this free was.well it was a long time ago. In
an Astronomy Tower, in the arms of a silver haired Slytherin his
subconscious completed the thought for him. Harry quickly pushed the
thought from his head, if he let himself think about Draco he would end up
a sobbing mess in the middle of his unpacked belongings. He sighed and
noticed a note that had been slid under his door.
Mr. Potter,
The tenants have been notified of your arrival this evening and have been advised to refrain from using the lift so that the lift is at your disposal in the event that you need it to move your belongings in.
Sincerely, Mr. Maguire
Harry laughed. If only his new landlord knew he had apparated his belongings with him and that the lift was useless to him. He began to unpack, putting out the pictures of he and his friends. He, Ron, and Hermione smiling after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup. He looked at himself in the picture, his eyes sparkled and he smiled genuinely. In the picture of them after graduation he noticed that his smiled looked forced and his eyes were missing their sparkle.
Harry couldn't help it, and his thoughts drifted to Draco Malfoy. Draco had broken Harry's heart. He had loved him with his entire being and he had been betrayed by him. The fight haunted him, and what haunted him even more was the fact that the last time he had seen Draco was the day they had their horrible fight in the Astronomy Tower. He did not attend any of the graduation festivities or the graduation itself. He never surfaced during the war either. Harry had wondered if he was dead. After the final battle with Voldemort he had hired a private auror to find Draco, Harry didn't know why but he needed to know what had happened to his former lover, but it seemed as though Draco had disappeared without a trace after he left the Astronomy Tower.
Harry had never felt whole again. For two long years he had gone through life with an awful emptiness in his chest. Yes, Draco had broken his heart, but he still loved him. He had tried for two long years to forget him, but he just couldn't seem to do it. Even when fighting in the war he found himself wondering where on earth his love could be. After Voldemort and his Death Eaters had been defeated everyone tried to return to some semblance of a normal life, but no matter how hard he tried Harry knew that life in the wizarding world would never be normal for him. He would always be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the boy whose every move was watched closely, the boy who could not walk along Diagon Alley without having people recognize him and fuss over him.
Ron and Hermione worked for the Ministry of Magic, they had both been offered high positions as Harry had, but Harry had not accepted the offer. Instead after the war he had decided to try and just enjoy life and figure out what he was going to do later. He never thought he would live long enough to have a future and now that he did he didn't want to rush into anything. Still he ached for Draco, yes he was still angry with him, but he still loved him, even after 2 years of not seeing him of not knowing where he was he loved him.
He had decided to exit the wizarding world to escape, escape his fame, escape everyone's expectations, but mostly he needed to escape Draco and forget him once and for all so that the future he now had could be lived in peace and happiness.
Harry's stomach grumbled and he decided to that he would walk to the small café just around the corner and grab a quick bite to eat before he proceeded with unpacking the remainder of his things. Tomorrow he would visit a furniture store and purchase a bed, a couch and other necessary pieces of furniture, but for now he was hungry, and he wanted food.
Harry decided that even though the elevator was at his disposal that he would take the stairs, he needed to stretch his legs. Quickly he locked his door and headed out, he ran down the stairs quickly, taking them two at a time.
He was running down the stairs so fast that he didn't notice there was someone coming up them at that very moment, but it was too late and before he knew it Harry and the unsuspecting person had tumbled down the stairs.
"BLOODY HELL WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!" The man managed to yell after he had disentangled himself from Harry.
Harry's heart stopped. He knew that voice as if it were his own, he looked up, and he was lost, lost in the grey eyes, the same grey eyes that had been his undoing two years earlier.
"Draco?"
Mr. Potter,
The tenants have been notified of your arrival this evening and have been advised to refrain from using the lift so that the lift is at your disposal in the event that you need it to move your belongings in.
Sincerely, Mr. Maguire
Harry laughed. If only his new landlord knew he had apparated his belongings with him and that the lift was useless to him. He began to unpack, putting out the pictures of he and his friends. He, Ron, and Hermione smiling after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup. He looked at himself in the picture, his eyes sparkled and he smiled genuinely. In the picture of them after graduation he noticed that his smiled looked forced and his eyes were missing their sparkle.
Harry couldn't help it, and his thoughts drifted to Draco Malfoy. Draco had broken Harry's heart. He had loved him with his entire being and he had been betrayed by him. The fight haunted him, and what haunted him even more was the fact that the last time he had seen Draco was the day they had their horrible fight in the Astronomy Tower. He did not attend any of the graduation festivities or the graduation itself. He never surfaced during the war either. Harry had wondered if he was dead. After the final battle with Voldemort he had hired a private auror to find Draco, Harry didn't know why but he needed to know what had happened to his former lover, but it seemed as though Draco had disappeared without a trace after he left the Astronomy Tower.
Harry had never felt whole again. For two long years he had gone through life with an awful emptiness in his chest. Yes, Draco had broken his heart, but he still loved him. He had tried for two long years to forget him, but he just couldn't seem to do it. Even when fighting in the war he found himself wondering where on earth his love could be. After Voldemort and his Death Eaters had been defeated everyone tried to return to some semblance of a normal life, but no matter how hard he tried Harry knew that life in the wizarding world would never be normal for him. He would always be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the boy whose every move was watched closely, the boy who could not walk along Diagon Alley without having people recognize him and fuss over him.
Ron and Hermione worked for the Ministry of Magic, they had both been offered high positions as Harry had, but Harry had not accepted the offer. Instead after the war he had decided to try and just enjoy life and figure out what he was going to do later. He never thought he would live long enough to have a future and now that he did he didn't want to rush into anything. Still he ached for Draco, yes he was still angry with him, but he still loved him, even after 2 years of not seeing him of not knowing where he was he loved him.
He had decided to exit the wizarding world to escape, escape his fame, escape everyone's expectations, but mostly he needed to escape Draco and forget him once and for all so that the future he now had could be lived in peace and happiness.
Harry's stomach grumbled and he decided to that he would walk to the small café just around the corner and grab a quick bite to eat before he proceeded with unpacking the remainder of his things. Tomorrow he would visit a furniture store and purchase a bed, a couch and other necessary pieces of furniture, but for now he was hungry, and he wanted food.
Harry decided that even though the elevator was at his disposal that he would take the stairs, he needed to stretch his legs. Quickly he locked his door and headed out, he ran down the stairs quickly, taking them two at a time.
He was running down the stairs so fast that he didn't notice there was someone coming up them at that very moment, but it was too late and before he knew it Harry and the unsuspecting person had tumbled down the stairs.
"BLOODY HELL WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!" The man managed to yell after he had disentangled himself from Harry.
Harry's heart stopped. He knew that voice as if it were his own, he looked up, and he was lost, lost in the grey eyes, the same grey eyes that had been his undoing two years earlier.
"Draco?"