@machiavelln :
ever since he woke up in arlington everything had felt wrong. the life he had before feeling like it was some distant dream wasn’t something he ever really expected at all. it felt like everything he had worked towards was pointless, absolutely pointless. the only evidence that everything wasn’t some made up dream was the fact he still had all of his things, including his own wand, the elder wand, and draco’s wand.
the founder’s day festival was a nice distraction from everything his mind could conjure up. when you spent months upon months upon months running, planning, hiding, running, planning, hiding… well, it got to you. isolation wasn’t exactly a stranger to harry whatsoever. he’d spent the most of his life isolated, alone, without anyone to turn to. hogwarts had given him everything he wanted, while simultaneously taking it away and forcing him to mature faster than he needed to.
it’s when a simple spell goes wrong that he’s exiting the haunted house he’s meant to be working with. although, in his eyes, haunted house is too simple, and not very scary… so being himself, as usual, he added some spice. but magic didn’t work the same way here that it did back home.
at the sound of his last name from such a familiar voice had harry stop where he was, frozen. other than hermione he hasn’t seen anyone else he knew, and maybe he was a little more than relieved when someone knew him. “malfoy?” he asked, incredulous, because holy shit, “you lookweird.”
draco bit back a smile, getting to his feet. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to see him. he’d be happy to see anyone from his old life, to be frank. even if that someone was harry potter.
“aged a bit, haven’t i?” he winced, brushing bits of grass off his trousers. “don’t look so smug, potter. you don’t exactly look seventeen either.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. he had been trapped in arlington for three whole years in a body ten years older than he was post-war. he wondered how everyone was doing since then, or if his parents were thrown in azkaban.
“i’m assuming you’re in charge of this sorry excuse for a haunted house then?” draco asked with a cock of his brow.










