I think this chapter is a little jumpy in parts, but there was quite a bit to cover to finish setting foundations and I wanted to get to the point. I didn't want to drag out the needless bits, sorry if you don't like it.

He hadn't intended to search the name. The idea had crossed his mind, obviously they would have his records, but it was an almost absent minded action. Picking up the file sweeping hit wand across the cover, and then suddenly he was no longer holding an empty blank file, but a rather full folder with the name,

'Draco Malfoy- registered death eater- inactive pre war- minimum threat (uncertain)

'What's that git up to now?' Harry's heart nearly broke through his chest as he jumped up to face a curious looking Ron.

'Erm, oh nothing, just… well we saw him at the station, I got curious I suppose.' He slid the file behind him as though it could reveal to Ron the truth behind his curiosity.

'Yeah, I like to keep an eye on him, I don't care what they say. I'll never trust that slimy git for nothing. I hear he owns at least half of knockturn alley, and whatever he doesn't own is owned by someone in his debt. You tell me that's the profile of a clean man! I've been trying to get kingsley to put a watch on him for ages, but he says there's no solid reason! Can you believe it! No reason for a watch on a death eater that owns some of the darkest shops known in this country…' He want on ranting but Harry tuned him out, his head working overtime processing what he had just heard.

'Hey Ron, could you let Kingsley know I'm following up on some leads and checking in with some associates today, it's been a while since I caught up with them.' He cut Ron's rant short and darted out before he got a reply. Vaguely as he hurried out he heard ron call after him

'Don't be late, Ginny's invited us all to dinner tonight!' But the words didn't even register in his head.

It wasn't until he was stood at the entrance to knockturn alley that he realised how stupid he was being.

It had been nineteen years since they had seen each other, and Harry wasn't a hard guy to find. He still made the papers at least once a week, the front page every other month. If Draco had wanted to find him, to see him, he would have done by now surely. Not to mention the wives and children that they both had now… he shouldn't even be stood there.

He spun to leave and found himself transported back to the great hall at Hogwarts. He'd stood to square up to Draco and quite by accident he had found himself far to close for comfort. Once again, quite by accident he was nose to nose with the blonde Slytherin boy.

'I was hoping you'd show up.' He said in a monotone voice giving not the slightest hint of his feelings about Harrys presence. Harry didn't dare let his eyes look at his face to see if that said more.

'I was just leaving actually.' He tried to side step Draco, but they stepped together and his path remained blocked.

'Why are you here in the first place?' he asked still no hint of any emotion.

'Business.' He said as he again tried to sidestep and was again blocked.

'I see… business.' The sudden change in tone forced Harry to look up and meet his eyes, at the same moment Draco placed a hand on his chest pushing him backwards into the shadows of the alley and out of sight.