Harry stood, staring at the rubble that so many firemen were walking around, checking for any sparks still lit. His stomach had his the concrete sidewalk below him, and he stare at it, fighting off tears. There was no question in his mind who would have had the nerve to have done this. The house was pretty much gone, except for one wall that stood, extremely charred. The front door lay flat on the ground, black and ready to fall to peices. He highly doubted anything survived the fire.

Glancing at the door he remembered the first month he and Cho had lived there, back when she had loved him. He could see a memory play out in front of him. The house was standing, untouched and looking new, and Cho was headed to her car. He was walking out the door in a bathrobe with shaving cream on his face, a razor clutched in his hand. "Excuse me, Miss?" he called to her. She started laughing as she got to her car.

"Harry, I have to go to work," she said with a smile.

"I saw that you only left $100 on my dresser," he said. She started laughing. "I don't know what the maid told you, but I'm $300."

"Harry!" she laughed.

"You know, some men are $100, some are $50. I'm $300."

"Harry, I've got to go." He smiled and walked up to her.

"There's something on your mouth," he said softly. He kissed her and stepped back. "Mmm... bacon." Cho giggled and climbed into her car. "Bye," he called and she pulled out and drove away.

Harry closed his eyes and turned around when he heard someone call his name. The house was still the world's largest pile of ashes, and Cho was standing there, her wedding ring gone, and never coming back. He sighed. Would he ever be able to let her go?

"Harry," she said softly as she stepped up to him. "I'm so sorry," she whispered as she gave him a hug. He sighed, but hugged her back, a little happy that it made Malfoy uneasy. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked her.

"Yeah. Luckily I wasn't home when it happened." He frowned. He knew whose house she had been in then. "Harry, they think the fire started in your office. Your work is gone. All of it was destroyed." His heart froze. The magazine.

"I'm sorry too," said Malfoy as he stepped up, though his tone was far from friendly. Harry sneered and turned away.

"Thankyou, Malfoy," he spat.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" called the fire sargent.

"Yes?" all three of them answered. Take a hike, Malfoy, thought Harry to himself. They all walked up to him, and he held out a charred glass bottle.

"You've definently been victims of arson," he said.

"We're Mr. and Mrs. Potter," said Harry, gesturing to himself and Cho.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," said Malfoy.

"Sorry about your loss you guys," said the sargent. Their lawyer stepped up and shook hands with Harry and Cho, ignoring Malfoy completely, much to Harry's amusement.

"Let's go to my office to talk. Some items were recovered and we need to settle who gets what. First thing I gotta ask you, enemies. You got any?"

"No," said Cho.

"Not a soul," said Malfoy. Harry looked at him, slightly annoyed. Did he have a reason to be there anyway?

"Do mind if I answer a few of these, Malfoy?" he asked, seeming agitated. Malfoy raised two hands up in surrender and stepped back. Cho gave him a nasty look, but he ignored her as he stepped up to their lawyer.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I have an enemy." Cho looked at him in shock, cleary upset that he hadn't told her this.

"We've just gotten the list of things recovered from the site," said their lawyer as she sat down. "Oh," she muttered to herself. "I broke my own rule. I don't like to call it 'the site'. It wasn't a site, it was a house, your house. Anyway, whatever was left needs to go to whoever gets it. This is the list of everything destroyed. I heard there was a seperation of ownership some months ago, so that will be important for the insurace agency."

"We're going through a divorce," said Harry. The lawyer nodded.

"I've been down that road before," she said to him. "It sucks." Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"We're still waiting for the papers to be signed by both parties," said Cho, glancing at Harry.

"Well," she said passing a sheet to them. "Here's the list of things for you to look over." Harry and Cho both leaned in, and Malfoy tried to look from where he was sitting. Cho noticed and slid the sheet a few inches in his dirrection. Malfoy leaned in closer, and Harry looked up, pulling the sheet away from him.

"Excuse me," he said, now irritated with him. "Do you really intend to rubberneck?"

"I wasn't rubbernecking," said Malfoy, making a face.

"Cho, he's rubbernecking," he said, turning to Cho.

"I hardly believe it's rubbernecking when I'm concerned for her," said Malfoy.

They both started argueing, and Cho turned to Malfoy, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"He's right," she said softly. "He's right."

"He is right," said the lawyer. "According to the law, you have no business looking at this list. Now, normally I'd let it go, but it seems that Mr. Potter minds."

"Yes," said Harry. "Mr. Potter does mind a lot." Malfoy sighed and stood up.

"I'm going to get a cappuccino from Starbucks," he said, kissing Cho on the forehead and walking to the door.

"Ah, c'mon, Malfoy," said Harry. "Be a man, take two." Malfoy rolled his eyes and started out the door again. "Rubbernecker," said Harry again. Malfoy continued out, and the lawyer smirked.

Harry and Cho stepped out of the elevator about a half hour later and Harry started for the door. He didn't want to be there when Malfoy got back.

"Harry, wait," said Cho. "This Shooter guy, is he like the one we had before?"

"We?" asked Harry.

"I know you hate it when I mention that guy, but is Shooter anything like him?"

"I don't think so," said Harry. "Don't worry about me. You seem to think I do so fine alone. Why change your mind now?" Cho snarled and started to walk away.

"Cho," he called. She turned, giving him a dirty look.

"What?"

"You and me, we're the only ones who know about Shooter, right?"

"Other than our lawyer, I guess," she said softly.

"Because you haven't told Malfoy yet," said Harry.

"No," said Cho.

"Don't," he said. "Don't you even get him involved with this." As if on cue, Malfoy walked in with two cappuccinoes, one for him and one for Cho. Harry smirked at him. "Sorry you had to miss that, Malfoy," he said with a grin. "I know how much you love my stuff."

"Oh, God," growled Cho.

"I wanna talk to you," he said, handing Cho her cappuccino. Harry turned to her.

"I'm in trouble," he said, and then left with Malfoy. They started down the sidewalk, and Malfoy grabbed him by the arm.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You're a dick!" spat Harry. They stared at each other for a minute.

"Do you feel better?" asked Malfoy.

"Yes, I do in fact," said Harry as he started to walk down the sidewalk again, Malfoy following him.

"Look, I never recked your marriage," he said softly. "It was pretty much over by the time I got there."

"Oh, and I guess her wedding band didn't look suspicious to you?" asked Harry.

"Look, I already apologized to you before, but I won't let you continue to treat Cho like shit and drive her mad. I know you don't want me in your life. Well guess what, I don't want you in mine either, but until this thing is over we don't have a choice. Not until you finally sign your papers." A bus whizzed by, making Harry jump. "Are we getting the message I'm sending here?"

"Where we from, Draky?" he asked.

"Same place you are, Harry." He turned and started to head back to the building.

"I was thinking more around Mississippi," called Harry. Malfoy turned.

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "Long way from there. A little place called Shooter's Bay."

Harry stared at him was he walked away, feeling his blood run cold.