The Olive Branch ; Draco + Harry
There's nothing else to it. He simply needs to suck it up and do it. Harry stares at the wand in the tiny mirror cupboard of the ground floor toilet. No one ever uses this toilet, considering there are perfectly good ones for he and his roommates to use upstairs. Even still, Harry had cast a concealment spell on Draco Malfoy's Hawthorne wand in the event someone gets curious as they make an emergency bathroom break. Staring at the simple piece of wood, Harry has to wonder why he's taken over a year to return it to its rightful owner. Thanks to breaking the Elder Wand, Draco's wand is useless as a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. Given he'd become master of it after wrestling it from the Slytherin's grasp, it may not even work for the other man as it once did. Yet Harry must admit to himself that a large part of him simply didn't want to grand Draco a reprieve. The git doesn't deserve his wand back after all the wrongs he'd done against he and his friends. Surely he can get on just fine without it. So far the blond haired prat hasn't made any attempt to reclaim his possession. He may not even want the thing. Harry knows it's useless to hold on to a petty childish grudge. It was thanks to Draco and his mother, Mrs Malfoy, that Harry was successful at defeating Voldemort. He owes them life debts for it, no matter how he tries to spin it to himself. Even Draco's father assisted in the initial arrests of Death Eaters and active supporters, though Harry doubts Lucius did so with any honest repentance for his crimes. Even if he did do it to save is own arse and try redeeming his family if only marginally, it was something. Harry can't just ignore something. The former Gryffindor snatches the wand from its resting place, gripping it with the determination only one from his house could possess. It's now or never. It's better to be a year too late than never doing right by the Malfoys at all. The trip to Wiltshire is without incident. In the back of Harry's mind he knows he could be doing other things with his time. Like tracking potential leads on the whereabouts of Romain and his pack. Trouble is, he's come up empty so far and considering this is technically a day off for him, Harry needs to do something to make himself feel useful. This plan of his has to suffice. Harry strides through the gates of Malfoy Manor, not without difficulty. The last time he was here, he had to listen to the screams of his best friend as she was tortured by Draco's aunt. No doubt Hermione would be greatly perturbed if she knew of his visit to this particular home but he'd chosen not to inform anyone of his intentions. It wasn't like he'd thought very long about it before leaving. The white peacocks seem to be missing from the lawn. The manor itself feels empty, despondent. Harry finds himself at the front entrance and knocks, half hoping he doesn't get an answer.
