The war was over and everyone was happy. Well everyone was supposed to be happy. Harry Potter was not. Everyone was moving on with their lives starting families they were happy. Harry was in the same spot he was since school. He wasn’t happy and he wasn’t starting a family he was stuck frozen in time like some hero from the past. He needed to get away from all of it. Away from London and away from his friends. Away from the boy who lived. Dravo Malfoy would not be tucked away like some bloody Christmas ornament, hidden from the public for their comfort. He said that but here he was far from home on a ranch in some back water town he couldn’t pronounce and muggle clothes that fit too tight.
Brave, loyal, and selfless, but burdened by loss and determined to protect others.
Had he gone crazy? Was he hallucinating? These were the types of questions pouring into Harry’s mind as he stared at the black and gold tailor shop near the center of town. He stared through the glass at the man. He was shorter, or was Harry taller? It must have been that. Draco Malfoy stood speaking to a young man as he walked around tailoring his suit
By. Hand
He must be here to spy on Harry. To repot back to the reporters. But no. Harry had been wrong. He waited days for reports to swarm his house to ask him why he had ran to Whitby, North Yorkshire. But they hadn’t come. There was no reporters. No Rita Skeeter. Nothing
Draco sat on his kitchen stool cigarette hanging from his fingers, his laptop open in front of him. He hadn’t used it since he bought it. He typed slowly in the search bar. He typed the name Harry Potter. Because what in Merlin’s name was going on. Had he actually seen the golden boy or did he think it up
Well his imagination was pretty good. Potter looked tall. Fit and—he imagined it he’s not here
Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31